"A registered disciple of the Pure Yang Zi Immortal Master?"

A new monk asked, looking at the young man with a strong aura and a strong sword aura, the people who listened to the sermon here were not fixed monks, only some monks who settled in this place would really insist on coming here, and they all took refuge in Zhao Tianqi.

Among the people who listened to the lecture, there was even a demon king, and at first people were strange, but later they felt normal, isn't it just a powerful monster inside.

"Well, in fact, no one can say for sure, more than ten years have passed, I heard that the Pure Yang Zi Immortal Master would accept him, or some stories, and just casually passed on some of his cultivation methods and swordsmanship, five years ago, when the Demon Immortal in it preached for the first time, he came out to challenge, but was defeated by the Demon Immortal, and then he would appear here every month, challenging the Demon Immortal, I really don't know who gave him so much courage. ”

"He has already survived the thunderstorm, and he is a rare sword cultivator, and his combat power can be comparable to that of ordinary Nine Tribulation Earth Immortals, but unfortunately, he was still defeated by the Demon Immortal. ”

"That is, the sword qi and halberd light that are still left on that battlefield, I feel terrible at a glance. ”

"It's not just you, I heard that there are Nine Tribulation Earth Immortals who don't believe in evil, and they broke in, and they were directly shattered into pieces by the sword qi halberd light there, and their souls were scattered directly. ”

The young man with the sword on his back turned a deaf ear to the chatter around him, and sat cross-legged, with a sense of arrogance, he would definitely defeat that monster with his sword, this is a belief!

Sword cultivation is not a simple word, it is a sword as the spirit, the sword as the life, there is a belief that is as persistent as the sword, in order to come into contact with the way of sword cultivation, and ordinary monks who use swords can not become sword cultivation, they can only resist the sword, but not the sword, the simplest sword cultivation is the sword technique!

"Shhhh The door is open!"

Qingyue Villa, the heavy riveted red door slowly opened, and Ning Wuji, who was dressed in a clean white robe and had purple hair, stepped out, followed by Zhao Jie, who was dressed as a servant, with a blank face.

There were no superfluous people, two figures came out, and nearly a hundred monks in front of the gate of the other garden consciously closed their mouths and calmed down.

Walked straight to the stone platform under the laurel tree and sat down cross-legged on the futon, without superfluous nonsense. Ning Wujian began to talk about the Tao.

Ning Wujian is not a saint, and the sermon he preaches is not a profound Taoism, so naturally there will be no visions such as golden lotus surging from the ground and golden flowers falling from the sky, but it also makes many monks fascinated by it.

Ning Wujian preached, talking about his own cultivation path, from his own refinement, qi, qi refining, and god four mundane realms, and then to the special realm of earth immortals, Taiyi scattered immortals, Ruyi true immortals, like reminiscing about the road they have traveled over and over again. Look through.

In that battle seven years ago, although Ning Wujian killed the Zhengyang Ancestor, he was also injured, especially the strong immortal qi that the Zhengyang Ancestor slashed into his body before he died. It was difficult to dispel and tormented him from time to time, and five years ago, he thought of using this way to heal his wounds.

Go your own way again. Ning Wujian confirmed his Tao over and over again, had more understanding, and integrated the Thunder Divine Power, "Taiyin Jue", and "Wild Body" into one. Gradually smelt away that ball of pure yang immortal qi.

Preaching is not only preaching for the sake of preaching, but also enlightenment, preaching one's own way, understanding one's own heart, and understanding one's thoughts, in this state, in order to better realize the Tao.

The swaying of the crystal laurel tree, with the preach of Ning Wujian and the wisps of green gas diffused with wisps of green gas, the soft light shrouded down, the rolling heaven and earth vitality gathered here, and even the monks who were close to the breakthrough threshold suddenly opened up, absorbed the rolling vitality, and broke through on the spot.

Ning Wujian has a somewhat ethereal voice, constantly talking about all kinds of laws, all kinds of Tao, and not sticking to one style, from demons, Tao, Confucianism, law, Buddha, yin and yang, etc., all involved, just as he himself never sticks to the form, his Tao is also free and flexible, not rigid, without vitality of the Tao.

In the past few years, because of his injury, he has nothing to do, read a large number of books hidden in Yicheng, and has a lot of knowledge of Dongsheng Shenzhou's history and humanities, myths and legends, schools of thought, and hundreds of schools of thought.

In the sea of knowledge, the dim demon text of "Taiyin Jue" has been filled with silver light, and in the sermon, Ning Wuji's soul has become more and more condensed, and all the demon texts have been refined, and the thirty-six Taoist texts that ghostwrite the thirty-six changes of Tiangang also shine like a bright light like stars, embellished in the sea of knowledge, like a bright sky.

Tiangang thirty-six changes, in addition to mediating creation, reverse knowledge of the future, and deriving Yuanyang, the three Dao methods involving creation, time, and Yuanyang have not been fully comprehended, the other Dao methods have been somewhat successful, the first two are the supreme laws that only the strong of the Golden Immortal have the opportunity to deduce, and the derivation of Yuanyang is a way for the Yuanyang world to promote the Golden Immortal, and it is also a means for the Golden Immortal to be the imperial envoy, even if Ning Wuqian comprehends, it is useless.

The silence after the war, Ning Wuqian was already very talented, and he had such a long time, calming down and cultivating, the effect was naturally not comparable to ordinary people, although he had not yet been promoted to Yuanyang Heavenly Immortal, but as long as he was willing, he could break through that layer of imprisonment, but he still needed a while to consolidate his foundation, and he was not in a hurry to break through.

The ethereal Dao sound stopped, and the crystal laurel tree swayed with divine light, bathed in light, Ning Wujian really had the momentum of a master.

At the end of the sermon, there were monks who were immersed in the Dao Dharma, with thoughtful expressions.

There are also monks who open their eyes, their ability is limited, and how much they can listen can only depend on the individual, and there are also monks who do not agree with Ning Wuji's statement, so they don't listen anymore, and the reason why these monks have not left is because there is still a performance to watch.

At the forefront, the young man with the sword on his back pulled out his long sword, his breath was like a rainbow, and the white mangs soared into the sky, stabbing at Ning Wujian.

This is the kind of thing that happens at the end of every sermon, and the monks who have long been accustomed to it no longer care, but the new monks find it fresh.

The sword qi rushed into the sky, and the crystal laurel tree hung down, blocking the escaping sword qi, and with a ding, Ning Wuqian stretched out a finger and resisted the tip of the sword that was about to arrive in the blink of an eye, and a force shook into the young man's body along the long sword.

The young man was shocked, the long sword shattered, and he also flew back upside down, hanging his arms, but his face did not change, he was still indifferent, "I lost again!"

"However, I will defeat you!" The next moment, the arrogance on the young man's body returned again, and he looked at Ning Wujian and said seriously, "Unless you kill me!"

"Hehe, your biggest enemy is you, not me!" Looking at this persistent sword cultivator, Ning Wuqian smiled faintly, "Go and take a look at the world outside the world, you will find that defeating me is just a trivial matter, just like if I want to kill you, it is just a snap of my fingers, if Lu Dongbin is here, say such things to me, I will definitely do my best to kill him!" (To be continued......)