The four of them quickly entered a deep state of cultivation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The power of a sword divine consciousness surged, simulating the "Hundred Battle Axe Starting Style" taught by "Blood Chong" in the sea of knowledge.

Blood worship is rare, and I mentioned a few words out loud.

The perception of a sword is advancing by leaps and bounds.

If Jin Sheng is here, he will see the lifeline of Yijian and Long Ji, as the breath of the two of them expands and contracts, each time it shrinks, the lifeline intertwines and twists, touching each other.

The lifeline was originally only a little blended, but now there is a little bit of merging together.

Long Ji, who was in the middle of the meditation, only felt that his cultivation state was excellent today, and many of the things that were usually obscure were now clear, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know when the voice of the blood chong became ethereal, and the consciousness of Yijian became sluggish, and it seemed to be about to fly.

"Drink...... Ha ......"

The weapon in his hand was blown by the cold wind, and it became more and more cold and biting, and a sword indifferently waved the weapon in his hand, making bursts of exhalation, and the true qi in his body flowed slowly, barely dispelling a trace of chill.

With the eyes of the dead, he looked at the hundreds of mortals who practiced with him.

Hundreds of people lined up in a square formation, practicing a set of fighting skills in a uniform manner.

This is a valley, the cold wind is cold, the goose feathers and snow are flying colorfully, and dozens of fiery white light figures are suspended around the valley, staring at hundreds of mortals.

"Mortals, it is a blessing for you to be able to join our organization! As long as you leave alive, you will have the power to kill the immortals!

When the time comes, the elixir of immortality, the beautiful and moving woman, everything, as long as you want, you will have everything!"

A figure emitting a blazing white light flew into the sky, demagogic words injected into the souls of mortals, and mortals worked harder and harder!

I don't know how long it took, and only a few dozen of the hundreds of mortals remained.

"You're the best! Grab your weapons and remember your goals!"

A sword stepped forward and picked up a half-rusted sword, a palm-sized box, and an ordinary jade pendant.

"Open the box!"

When the box was opened, it was dusty, like coils of coils that were haphazardly wound, and the threads were the size of a human hair, and they were inconspicuous.

The threads twisted and changed, flew out of the box, and stuck to the back.

When the silk thread is fully extended, it is only a few feet long, and it is centered on the back waist, and four branches are divided, which are attached to the limbs.

"This is the latest close-fitting armor, and the power it exerts is enough for you to use!"

......

A sword entered a small realm.

The location of the small realm is excellent, there are many cultivators who come and go to rest, and the business of the restaurant is excellent.

Yijian is a little two, serving tea and water to the immortals.

Finally, one day, an immortal arrived.

Shangxian has a lot of wealth, followed by several charming women, chartered a private room, ordered countless wine and delicacies, and drank and had fun in them, without shying away.

A sword's eyes were lowered, as if he had attained the Tao, and he was deaf to the sound of drinking and having fun.

Soon, the immortal drank high, and shook his hand to reward, which was hundreds of spirit stones.

A sword took it quickly, a flattering smile piled up on his face, and flattering words poured out like a tide.

As he spoke, he dipped wine for the immortals, and suddenly, a rusty, inconspicuous sword appeared in the hand of a sword, and stabbed it fiercely towards the back of the immortal's heart.

"Boom ......"

Shang Xian deserved to be an Shang Immortal, and a stream of mana poured out of his body, blocking the rusty sword, and at the same time, with a wave of his hand, he slapped towards the top of the sword's head.

"How daring, dare to attack me......"

Shang Xian is a traditional immortal cultivator, and he does not move the method of hand-to-hand combat, but his Taoism is profound, and his every move contains unparalleled strength.

Shangxian's resistance, completely relying on powerful mana, without the slightest fighting skills, was full of flaws in the eyes of a sword, and the silk threads of his limbs gushed out a fiery power, resisting Shangxian's palm wind, bullying him forward, and his left hand slapped on Shangxian's chest fiercely.

"Boom ......"

The silk thread of the left arm extended to the left hand, transforming into a pair of gloves and slapping on the chest with a loud sound.

Shangxian's face flushed, and then he realized that a sword was not easy to deal with, and as soon as his mind moved, the power of heaven and earth fluctuated, and the spell was about to be released.

In the flash of lightning, the silk thread of his right arm gushed out with tremendous power, and he slashed at Shang Xian's neck with a fierce sword, cutting his neck entirely.

The toxins on the rusty sword poured in, turning the immortal's body and soul into pus.

"Bold!"

"Come on!"

The women brought by the immortals had a sinister face and rushed towards a sword.

A sword stepped forward one after another, changing directions, and the sword in his hand swung one after another, killing several women.

......

"Am I dreaming......"

In a trance, Yijian sensed that something was wrong, and he seemed to have turned into all kinds of creatures, including mortals, beasts, and vegetation, experiencing their lives.

Perhaps because of the dream, the experience was not profound, and the specific content was quickly forgotten.

“...... What's going on...... I'm a Jindan Realm cultivator, and I can also dream?"

These dreams are completely different from the dreams that Yijian had before, they are more ethereal, and they make people involuntarily indulge in them and don't want to wake up.

......

"Buzz ......"

The body suddenly burst, and Yijian quickly opened his eyes.

The jade talisman moved in a regular rhythm, and the soft power poured into the sea of consciousness of the four people, waking the four of them from their meditation.

"It's almost there, time flies...... I seem to have had a lot of dreams before, what kind of dreams, why don't I remember......"

A sword scratches his head.

He seemed to have had a long dream, and like many dreamers, he woke up and could only remember some fragments, and he couldn't recall the specific details.

"A dignified Jindan realm cultivator, with the strength of my soul and divine sense, it is rare for me to be able to dream, and I don't even remember the dream realm, which is really strange...... Is it my little calamity?"

The small catastrophe is silent and unpredictable. It rarely causes a threat to life, usually abdominal pain and diarrhea, walking and wrestling, mana and the like, often when you don't expect it, suddenly come.

Because of the small calamity, the cultivators who are high up in the sky will also dream and fart, burp and grind their teeth, just like mortals.

It's normal to dream and not remember dreams.

Yijian shook his head, and he didn't care about it.

Xuechong's voice sounded in Zhihai: "It's here, I accidentally fell into a deep sleep again...... How is the cultivation of the One Sword and the Hundred Battle Axe Starting Style? I still want to talk to you about spiritual sense and supernatural powers, so let's talk about it later!"

The comprehension of a sword is not low, plus he has practiced swords for decades, and he has already realized seven or eight times.

There are still two or three percent, I wanted to pass through the "door" when I finished cultivating, but where did I think that I actually fell asleep!

"Ancestor...... When my calamity came, I accidentally fell asleep, and there are still two or three percent of them that I haven't realized......"

"Tribulation?"

Blood Chong's voice froze, and then he smiled bitterly: "Your Dao is too low to resist the small calamity, I can't blame you." It's a pity that I have easily accumulated a little strength, and I originally wanted to guide you in your cultivation, but now it seems that it will be postponed again. ”

As he spoke, Xuechong's voice gradually lowered until it disappeared.

"Ancestor, Ancestor!"

A sword shouted a few times.

Blood Chong was silent, and the treasure light of the sword body converged, and he fell into a deep sleep completely.

A sword dreamed for months, making him very helpless. Fortunately, his Taoism is not low, if he sleeps for so long with an ordinary mortal, his soul will inevitably be greatly harmed.

Long Ji opened his eyes: "Senior Brother Yijian, we are about to arrive!"

"Hmmm......"

A sword stood up.

Long Ji thought about it, his facial muscles twisted, his bones clicked, his appearance changed, and his body shape also changed slightly, looking like he was in his twenties.

"Senior Brother Long Ji, who are you?"

Yijian was surprised, not knowing what Long Ji meant.

Long Ji smiled and said: "Senior brother, in the land of divine relics, many people think that I am the reincarnation of a god, it is better to change my appearance!

A sword suddenly, then controlled the musculoskeletal and changed its appearance.

When a cultivator reaches the foundation building realm, he will be able to control every muscle in his body, and if he is talented, even if his heart is broken, he can control the blood flow and will not die immediately.

Through this method of changing the appearance, the musculoskeletal traces are very heavy, and those who are interested can see that something is wrong at a glance.

So the two cast spells again to erase the traces of musculoskeletal changes.

Wen Muer and Xiao Nan also woke up one after another.

Wen Mu'er opened her eyes and saw two strange men: "Oops...... Who are you...... A sword?

The appearance of the two has changed, but the aura has not changed in the slightest, and Wen Mu'er can naturally recognize it.

Yijian hurriedly explained: "I have a last resort with Senior Brother Longji, and I hope you don't make a noise......"

Xiao Nan smiled: "Yijian, are you afraid of meeting enemies? Hehe, what bad things have you done? Tell me about it......

A sword waved his hand again and again: "No, no...... How could I do something bad...... It's ......."

Long Ji said: "You'd better change your appearance too! Kyushu is dangerous every step of the way, everything is careful!"

"Oh!"

Xiao Nan responded obediently, Wen Mu'er thought of something, but didn't say much.

......

The frequency of the jade talisman vibrating became higher and higher, and the white light around it was like water waves, and some vague scenes appeared in front of him.

"It's here!"

With a push behind him, everyone's bodies were shocked, and they flew out of the white light, down-to-earth.

The great vein of Xianle is mighty, the water vapor is steaming, it winds from the sea, vast and boundless, bottomless, full of unknown mysteries.

The first half of it, which runs between Xianle and Shenzhou, is the dividing line between the two states.

The second half of it, after passing through the two states, was divided into two, one went deep into the Magic Bed State, and the other entered the Heart Sea State, turning into countless "Heart Seas" in the Heart Sea State.

Eighteen counties of iron and blood, guarding the borders of the empire.

The first to nine counties are all hidden realms, scattered between the empire and the sea, and the ten to eighteen counties, close to the shore of the Xianle Great Vein, can clearly hear the sound of the big vein.

Arriving at the Eighteen Counties of Iron and Blood means entering the range of the Divine Array of Little Kyushu, and the demons are gone.

Eighteen counties, eighteen Qiankun worlds, each Qiankun world, with the path of the Jindan realm, can only be passed through by flying for several months. The Qiankun where the four people descended was the ten counties of iron and blood.

On the edge of the iron-blooded ten counties, among the continuous mountains, in an inconspicuous valley, a "door" with a height of 10,000 zhang and a width of thousands of zhang was half-hidden in the air. (To be continued.) )