Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1869: The Realm Without Me

Jianzong, the holy city has existed the longest and one of the most powerful forces.

It occupies an extremely large area, no less than the capital of the dynasty, and can accommodate millions of monks.

Therefore, every time the Sword Conference is held, Sword Sect will open the door to visitors from all directions.

However, those who are qualified to comprehend the sword canon must have the sword intent.

The sword canon is magical and extraordinary, if there is no sword intent, even if the comprehension is amazing, it is impossible to comprehend it.

"What a sword sect, there are no fewer than twenty people in the eighth realm alone."

Feeling the terrifying aura lurking in the mountains, Ling Xian sighed, quite shaken.

Let’s not talk about whether there are ninth-level powers, just over twenty eighth-level powers are enough to disregard the Big Dipper.

And this is just a force in the Sacred City. One can imagine how powerful the overall strength of the Sacred City is.

"The four ancient cities have existed for endless years. Except for the city of demons, the strength of the other three ancient cities can be regarded as the top of the universe."

"I don't know whether there is the Supreme Humanitarian in the most powerful aspiring city."

Ling Xian muttered to himself, and then fell on a mountain, waiting quietly.

Although Jianzong doesn't refuse visitors from all directions, he can't walk around, otherwise, there will inevitably be some trouble.

So, he stood on the top of the mountain and waited quietly.

Half an hour later, the Sword Sect's main peak bloomed with immeasurable divine light, linking each mountain peak and closing the mountain gate.

After that, a magnificent sound shook nine days and ten places.

"On the sword conference, start now!"

The voice fell, the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and the eighteen divine swords rushed to the sky.

This is the sword of the Lord of the Eighteen Peaks of Jianzong. It forms the most powerful formation to deter Xiao Xiao and prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

After that, an old man with a bone and fairy wind walked out of the mountain, like an emperor, looking down at the nine heavens and ten places.

"Thank you all for coming, not much to say, now we are going to the first round of the sword discussion conference, speaking about swords."

The old man's eyes circled the audience, like a sword that opens up to the world, with a shining edge, making ninety-nine percent of people bow their heads and dare not look directly.

The rest of the people looked as usual, not afraid.

Ling Xian is one of them.

The old man is indeed a mighty power, but he does not exceed the eighth stage. It is impossible to make him bow his head just by his aura.

"In the last conference on the sword, the first person to speak about the sword was Xiang Feng, who is a famous swordsman. I don't know who it is this time?"

One person muttered to himself, which aroused everyone's expectations.

In previous conferences on swordsmanship, the first person to speak about swords is a famous person, so naturally everyone is looking forward to it.

"The first person who speaks swords, let the old come."

Clear laughter sounded, and an old man in white walked out of the void, without any momentum, just like a mortal.

But the moment he appeared, everyone was stunned, and after that, the sky shook the sky and cheered.

"Senior Nine Swords! Actually Senior Nine Swords!"

"Blessed, he is the most powerful sword repairman in the sacred city. He can listen to his sword, but Sansheng is fortunate!"

"Haha, even if you can't enter the sword mound or understand the sword canon, this trip is worthwhile."

Everyone looked at Elder Jiujian with eyes full of enthusiasm.

The old man of Jiujian is scary and terrifying, and his strength is also outrageous. Listening to him speak about swords, it is an honor for any creature below the supreme.

"Everyone is serious." The old man of Jiujian smiled faintly, kindly.

After that, he suppressed a smile and began to teach the Fa.

Suddenly, lotus was born in the void, and Rui Cai descended from the sky.

His words are pearls, as if he is a humanoid swordsman, expounding the principles of kendo and pointing directly to the origin.

This made everyone present fascinated, and Ling Xian was no exception.

The attainments of the old man of Nine Swords in kendo have reached the limit. Even if he speaks only one-thousandth, it is enough to benefit everyone present for a lifetime.

Therefore, everyone listens quietly, even the long-established kendo masters are no exception.

This opportunity is too rare. If it is missed, it will be difficult to have it again.

After a while, the old man of Jiujian no longer speaks, but raises his hand to transform the sword and penetrates the sky.

This is an amazing sword that makes everyone feel chilly, but also reveals the spirit.

Especially Ling Xian, he has seen too much from this sword, not only kendo, but also great avenues.

The others have some understanding, but compared with Ling Xian, it is undoubtedly much inferior.

Because he not only fell into a wonderful state of enlightenment, but also condensed the wind into a sword and swung it unconsciously.

His sword is slow and peaceful, like a three-year-old child swinging a wooden sword, funny and ridiculous.

Therefore, many people laughed, wondering if Ling Xian was suffering from madness.

But those who laugh are either new to the swordsmanship, or are little monks like refining qi and building foundations.

The people with sword intent, not only did not smile, but showed surprise.

"The sword moves with the heart, and the heart turns with the path. This is the state of no-self!"

"Unbelievable, just listening to Senior Nine Swords teaching the Fa, he entered the state of non-self, how high is his understanding?"

"It's too scary. I thought I had enough comprehension. I didn't expect this person to enter the state of selflessness with this!"

People with sword intent spoke up one after another, and while shaking, they also showed envy of Nong Nong.

The state of selflessness is a wonderful state, higher than the realm of enlightenment. In this state, your comprehension will be at least ten times stronger!

This benefit is too great. For any creature, it is a once-in-a-lifetime great fortune!

In this way, how can everyone not be envious?

"Good boy, you gave me another big surprise."

Looking at Ling Xian who unconsciously wielded the wind sword, the old man of Jiu Jian smiled and made no secret of his appreciation.

The same is true for some old monsters that have lived for thousands of years.

The sword of the old man of Nine Swords does have great principles, but there are so many people with sword intent at the scene, who has entered the state of no-self by this?

Only Ling Xian!

This is enough to show how extraordinary he is, at least here and now, he is the most dazzling person!

"Even into the state of no-self..."

Above the peak, Jian Twelve clenched his hands together, a little frustrated, and a little jealous.

At a very young age, he showed amazing kendo talent and was recognized as a genius. After entering the sword sect, he was also called a wizard.

Therefore, he always considers himself the best.

But at this moment, he just realized something, but Ling Xian had entered the state of no-self. How could this make him not jealous?

At this moment ~IndoMTL.com~ Ling Xian stopped, unable to hide his joy.

In the state of selflessness, his comprehension has increased more than tenfold, which has made his comprehension of Tao to a higher level.

This is undoubtedly a huge gain, and it will be joy to change anyone.

"Although there is only a moment, it is also a rare opportunity. This trip is worthwhile."

The corner of Ling Xian's mouth raised, and then he arched his hand towards the old man of Jiu Jian, which was regarded as a thank you.

Seeing this, the old man of Jiujian smiled, looking around the audience with gentle eyes, and said: "Who wants to be the second swordsman?"

Everyone shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

The old man of Nine Swords, Zhuyu, is in front. Whoever makes the second one can't be pleased.

"I am coming."

Sword Twelve suddenly spoke, and then grew up, like an out-of-sheathed fairy sword, its sharp edge illuminating the nine heavens.