Chapter 17: The Sword Mother

At the moment when Zhao Meng rushed out, Wang Cheng in the woods in the west looked sharply in the direction of the canyon, his expression showed a trace of excitement, and then he was suppressed by him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Right now, as Zhao Meng rushed out, everyone's attention was attracted, and at this moment, it was the best time for him to enter the psychic path.

Thinking of this, Wang Cheng's body moved, and he galloped towards the canyon, his own aura had been restrained by him to the extreme, and if he didn't perceive it carefully, he wouldn't be able to discover his existence at all.

In fact, Zhao Meng had been waiting for Wang Cheng to appear first, and the appearance of the cyan figure just now made him think it was Wang Cheng, so he rushed out immediately, but he didn't expect all this to be fundamentally different from what he thought.

He didn't know that Wang Cheng hadn't rushed out, but was waiting for him to rush out to attract attention, but no one expected the change of the cyan figure, compared to Zhao Meng, Wang Cheng was not so impulsive, he actually thought that the cyan figure would be Zhao Meng, but he didn't rush out.

What he wanted was for everyone's attention not to be on him, originally all this was his previous plan, but at this moment, this plan turned out to be a real success.

"Chen Mu!"

After Zhao Meng rushed out, he began to feel bad, and when he was about to grit his teeth and break through, he saw the rest assured in the west, and Wang Cheng's figure quietly rushed into the canyon.

Zhao Meng's expression was gloomy, he originally thought that Wang Cheng had rushed in, but he didn't expect the other party to make a move now, thinking that he was still reckless. But at this moment, he had no time to regret it, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at him tightly.

"Who are you who dare to break into this place, can't you find death?"

A third-layer Spirit Desolation Sect cultivator looked at Zhao Meng with an unkind expression, and a flying sword flew out of his storage bag, pointing directly at Zhao Meng, exuding a cold glow.

"He's a casual cultivator, he doesn't even have a storage bag. ”

"Hmph, even a single casual cultivator dares to come here, abolish him, and send him to the Scattered Cultivation Alliance. ”

The third layer of the Spirit Desolate Sect's condensation snorted coldly, and his right hand grabbed directly towards Zhao Meng.

Wang Cheng had already entered the canyon at this moment, he glanced back, and the scene of Zhao Meng being arrested fell in his eyes.

He looked at Zhao Meng who was bursting out of cultivation with an expressionless face, he was calm in his heart, he didn't have a good impression of Zhao Meng, he didn't care about the other party's life or death, at this moment he looked carefully at the crowd outside, and after a moment of silence, he turned around and stepped into the canyon.

The canyon is very spacious, Wang Cheng looked at it, there was no one here, which made him wonder, he was also involved in the psychic road for the first time, and he didn't know anything about it here.

Wang Cheng took a deep breath and walked forward, he walked extremely cautiously along the way, because he knew that the fourth layer of condensation qi had entered here, and once he was caught, even if he didn't die, he would be abolished.

The canyon was silent, there were no other creatures in the world of life and death except people, this point, Wang Cheng had already knew, he walked forward cautiously, the broken sword hilt in the sea of consciousness emitted a wave of fluctuations, after coming here, Wang Cheng obviously felt the change of the broken sword hilt.

After a cup of tea, Wang Cheng stopped, and in front of him, a whirlpool exuding aura stood quietly.

The intersection of Tongling Road!

A light flashed in Wang Cheng's mind, and he knew that this whirlpool was the intersection of the psychic road.

As he approached the whirlpool, the fluctuations of the broken hilt in his sea of consciousness had become extremely intense.

Wang Cheng didn't rush into the whirlpool, he stood in front of the whirlpool, his brain was running rapidly.

He didn't know if he would be noticed by the people inside when he stepped into the psychic path at this moment, and the change in the handle of the broken sword made him feel weird, whether all this was good or bad, he couldn't be sure.

Wang Cheng is not an indecisive person, after thinking for a while, he took a step and walked into the whirlpool, he still decided to break through.

The moment he entered the whirlpool, Wang Cheng felt an invisible force pulling on him, his expression was as usual, but the aura in his body was running, and an aura cover appeared on his body.

After a few breaths, the pulling force disappeared, Wang Cheng glanced around, and at this moment he appeared on a large avenue.

The road seemed to be endless as far as the eye could see, and the wilderness around it was deserted.

When Wang Cheng saw this road, his face showed a trace of confusion, and he found a problem, there was no one here except himself.

And what is extremely strange is that after teleporting into here, the fluctuation of the broken sword hilt in the sea of knowledge disappeared......

Compared to the realm of life and death, this place seemed more silent, Wang Cheng looked at it, and walked forward, as he walked forward step by step, a stream of spiritual energy suddenly grew from the void and merged into his body, to help him stabilize the unstable foundation.

This scene was immediately noticed by Wang Cheng, his eyes flashed, and there was some surprise on his face, but he quickly calmed down and continued to walk forward step by step, and the aura in the void was also continuously integrated into his body.

Until she walked to the tenth step, a figure appeared in front of Wang Cheng's eyes, this figure looked at Wang Cheng, and said softly: "Child, you are here." ”

The moment he saw this figure, Wang Cheng's expression changed greatly, there was disbelief in his eyes, but then he turned into excitement, and at this moment, in front of him, it was his mother.

"Mother......

It was a woman with a harmonious face, she was not flamboyant, but she gave people a sense of warmth.

"Cheng'er...... Mother, there is a supernatural power here, would you like to learn it?"

Wang Cheng's mother looked at Wang Cheng kindly, and said softly, there is aura emanating from her body, and her cultivation realm is unfathomable.

For these anomalies, Wang Cheng chose to ignore them, tears fell from his eyes, looking at the current face in front of him, he closed his eyes, in his mind, all the memories of his mother, like a tide, after a long time, he slowly opened his eyes again, looked at the mother in front of him, and said softly: "I am willing to learn." ”

Wang Cheng's mother's face was peaceful, and her eyes were full of love when she looked at Wang Cheng, all of this was too real, as if she was really Wang Cheng's mother, and Wang Cheng was her long-lost child.

"Sword Mother ......"

At this moment, a voice that Wang Cheng couldn't hear sounded and fell on Wang Cheng's mother's ears, causing her body to pause slightly, but soon she returned to normal.

"Let's go, my mother will take you, go home ......"

Wang Cheng nodded, he took his mother's hand and followed her out of this road, until he walked out of this road, he glanced back slightly, and then showed a trace of determination in his expression.

The creation of the psychic path, he doesn't want it, he just wants to go home with his mother next to him at the moment, even if this mother is not his mother......

Wang Cheng fell asleep, and when he woke up, he saw his mother.

At the moment he was lying on a soft bed, and his mother was sitting at the head of the bed, sewing something.

Wang Cheng looked at this twilight, his heart was full of warmth and warmth, in fact, he knew that the woman in front of him was not his mother, but he still chose to cooperate with the other party and act in this play.

But he didn't know that all this was not a play......

Three days later, Wang Cheng had adapted to everything about this home, which was not the home he remembered, but an extremely gorgeous palace.

There were many people in this palace, both guards in armor and maids in light veils, who were full of enthusiasm for Wang Cheng's arrival, and their eyes were full of respect.

"Cheng'er, today my mother will teach you that magical power. ”

Looking at his mother in front of him, Wang Cheng nodded, he was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, with a purple and gold hair crown on his head, and a jade pendant with a sword word written on his waist.

Wang Cheng's mother took out a sword from the side with a kind look in her eyes.

This sword is very simple, and the moment he saw this sword, Wang Cheng thought of the broken hilt in Zhihai, because the sword that his mother took out at this moment had exactly the same hilt as the hilt in Zhihai, but the hilt on this sword was not broken, but complete.

Holding this sword, Wang Cheng was silent, looking at his mother with a blank look in his eyes.

"Cheng'er, this is your sword, have you forgotten......"

Wang Cheng's mother looked at Wang Cheng and whispered a sentence, which fell on Wang Cheng's ears and immediately turned into thunder, echoing in his heart.

He clearly felt that in his mind, a memory inexplicably appeared, this memory appeared very suddenly, but it did not give Wang Cheng any sense of disobedience, as if this was just a memory that had been forgotten before and remembered at this moment.

He looked at the sword in his hand again, and a sense of familiarity arose, as if the sword was indeed his.

Wang Cheng was silent, he suddenly thought of something, which made him even more confused in his heart.

But then, Wang Cheng only felt that the world was spinning, and at this moment he appeared on the top of a mountain, and his mother stood next to him, helping him tidy up the corners of his clothes.

"Cheng'er, go and ...... that mountain Chop open. ”

Wang Cheng's mother looked at Wang Cheng expectantly, she raised her hand and pointed to a big mountain in front of her.

This mountain is very large, and if you want to split it, you can't do it at all unless you have a peerless cultivation.

Wang Cheng understood this in his heart, he glanced at his mother beside him, and then he took a step forward and raised the sword in his hand.

He knew that his cultivation was only three layers of condensation, and it stands to reason that he would not be able to cut a mountain as his mother said no matter what, but he did it anyway, and he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he could really cut through this mountain himself.

"Sword Mother...... You... What does this mean......"

The voice of the life and death world suddenly sounded, Wang Cheng couldn't hear the voice, but Wang Cheng's mother on the side heard it, as if this was meant for her.

Wang Cheng's mother raised her head, glanced at the sky lightly, and did not speak.

"Cheng'er, this magical power of my mother is called chopping, everything in the world can be chopped!"

As she spoke, she took the sword in Wang Cheng's hand and slashed down towards the mountain peak in front of her.

Wang Cheng watched tightly, he didn't feel any changes, no monstrous momentum, no earth-shattering repercussions, but he saw that the mountain in front of him, from the middle, cracked......