As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills Chapter 212: I have 1 sword
【I am immortal, I only practice forbidden techniques】【】
The Guanghan River is rushing mightily, filled with cold mist, and receives the rays of light from the nine heavens, causing thousands of strange flowers to grow on both sides of the river, as if a fairyland above the sky is about to open.
"The thousands of rays of light that hang down contain the true meaning of the holy way, which is of great benefit to the cultivators who are new to this place. It will consolidate the foundation of practice, and even improve the understanding of the roots, etc., but it also contains corresponding tests. The farther you go, the more benefits you get!"
Yang Changshan, a veteran foundation-building cultivator from Ghost Spirit Sect, introduced to Jiang Ming: "However, the old man has been baptized by the rays of the sun, so he is useless to me, so he climbed up the mountain first. Fellow Taoists, there is no need to worry, you can be baptized by the rays of the sun. After gaining the benefits, go to the Holy Dao Platform to compete for the final chance."
"There are only a few hours for this glow to open, fellow daoists, don't miss it..."
After explaining a few words, Yang Changshan sacrificed a white jade spirit boat, which rose to a length of three feet in the wind, and set it up with Zhu An, facing the other side of the Guanghan River, where thousands of silk ribbons hung down. Fly away from the peak of the cloud.
"Goodbye, big brother, we'll wait for you on the mountain!" Zhu An'an waved his arms vigorously, bid farewell to Jiang Ming, and did not withdraw his arms until Jiang Ming was no longer in sight.
"The wind in the void is harsh, it's not good for your illness, don't jump around..." Yang Changshan knocked Zhu An'an on the head.
Zhu An'an's eyes dimmed, and she plucked up the courage to ask in a low voice: "Master, what kind of disease do I have? Why can't it be cured..."
"It can be cured!" Yang Changshan's tone was firm, he looked up at the glowing peak, his eyes were deep, he urged the spirit boat to fly upwards, but he tried his best to avoid the falling rays of the sun, not touching even the slightest bit, even Even the silk thread of fog on the outermost periphery of Xiaguang is unwilling to touch it.
Looking at the magnificent and colorful rays of light, Zhu Anan asked curiously: "Master, this is my first time here too, why can't I accept the baptism of rays of light?"
"There are still many places that I can't go to..." Zhu An'an seemed to be thinking of what happened before, feeling a little lost.
Yang Changshan rubbed her hair, and said with an incomprehensible smile: "When An'an is cured, you can go anywhere. When the time comes, Master will take you all over the world of cultivating immortals, and you can go wherever you want..."
"Okay! Keep your word, pull the hook..." Zhu An'an looked excited, and was about to jump up again, Yang Changshan quickly pushed her back...
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Beside the Guanghan River, Jiang Ming stood on a flying sword. Looking at this magnificent spectacle, he couldn't help but lament the sage's handiwork. For them, moving mountains and filling seas seems to be easy for them.
"On the day I become a saint, I will also build two beautiful rivers to play with..."
After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Ming kept these far-off things in his heart for the time being, and flew directly to the other side of the Guanghan River, where the sun was falling.
He has also heard for a long time that the holy light of the Holy Path when the Holy Path Terrace was opened is an opportunity that every monk can meet but cannot seek. benefit.
Buzz~
On the side, a ray of light fell, which seemed to be as thick as hair in the distance, but it seemed like a long river pouring down close, and Jiang Ming could even faintly hear the voice of the saint chanting sutras.
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With a slight movement in his heart, he took a step forward and stepped into the glow.
Wow~
There was a lake in front of Jiang Ming's eyes, and then the stars moved, and he came to another strange place in an instant.
"This is..."
Jiang Ming looked in front of him in astonishment. It turned out to be a barren low mountain, less than a hundred feet high, with ordinary weeds and shrubs growing everywhere, and bare gray stones. It was a mortal hill. appearance.
The only special thing is that in front of Jiang Ming, there is a bluestone path. It is unknown who cut out the mountain stone steps. It has already been covered with moss, and it winds up to the top of the mountain.
"Is this the test?"
Jiang Ming chuckled, without any hesitation, he lifted his foot and stepped on the first step.
Boom...
In an instant, the Dao sound rumbled under Jiang Ming's feet, and his mind seemed to fall into a mountain top. Before him, he saw a young figure practicing boxing on a short mountain top, dripping with sweat, and containing extremely fierce power.
Boom boom boom~
The figure of the young boy seemed to punch Jiang Ming's heart with a punch, occupying all his mind, as if he was fighting the boy mentally and mentally.
"A very powerful young man..." Jiang Ming's eyes were amazed. This young man has no spiritual power, and he fights ordinary boxing techniques, but his understanding of martial arts seems to be many times better than that of Jiang Ming back then.
If it was a battle of the same level, without using forbidden techniques and hole cards, Jiang Ming believed that he would definitely not be the boy's opponent.
Clang~
Suddenly, Jiang Ming seemed to hear the slight sound of swords clashing in his body, and felt that his whole body seemed to be a little more relaxed.
"It's those remaining sword intents..." Jiang Ming immediately understood what had happened.
In the burial ground, the remnants of the sword intent left in the body by the holy-level one hundred and eight thousand swords have been absorbed by the mysterious seeds for many days, and there are still some remaining, but now it is under the punch of this unknown boy. Next, as if being tempered and smelted by a fist, it completely merged into one's body, turned into a part of oneself, and merged with the blood and bone meridians, regardless of each other.
In the spirit foundation, the mysterious seeds are still devouring the sword intent, and even under the young man's fist light, the speed of devouring is faster.
Jiang Ming waved his fingers subconsciously, and the sword light lingered and gathered at his fingertips, like a continuous drizzle, sometimes violent and fierce, sometimes soft, shapeless, indeterminate, as if The ever-changing clouds...
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Clang~
Clang~
Clang~
The young man was still exercising his boxing skills, and each punch carried astonishing power, sharpening the sword intent in Jiang Ming's body, making Jiang Ming's comprehension speed of the sword intent increasing rapidly.
But this kind of benefit is not something everyone can bear. It is the bombardment and sharpening of the light of the soul. If you are a Qi training monk, you may not be able to bear it, but for Yu Jiangming, it is like a breeze blowing on your face, and you can easily bear it This kind of tempering of the soul.
Finally, the figure of the young man in front of Jiang Ming's eyes gradually faded into the lake, and finally dissipated, his footsteps still stayed on the first step of the short mountain.
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"Interesting!" Jiang Ming smiled, raised his foot without hesitation, and stepped up to the second step.
Boom...
The young man reappeared, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, a little taller than before, and his aura seemed to be a little more vigorous. He used another set of completely different boxing techniques, and continued to sharpen Jiang Ming's sword intent, even Jiang Ming's Muscles, bones, and meridians are slowly tempered by the inexplicable fist, becoming more perfect.
Buzz~
Within the spirit base, the mysterious seeds trembled slightly, rippling with light, releasing mysterious dao rhymes, leading Jiang Ming into a deeper level of enlightenment, and the lingering and majestic sword intent blended into Jiang Ming's body at an astonishing speed. In consciousness.
In Jiang Ming's heart, countless true meanings of swordsmanship instantly filled his heart, as if he had become a master of swordsmanship who had been immersed in swordsmanship for countless years. At his fingertips, the lingering sword light became even stronger, containing terror Incomparable momentum.
"This kind of seed..." Even in the realm of enlightenment, Jiang Ming was extremely shocked and realized the power of this seed.
These sword intents belong to the power of the holy level. If Jiang Ming only comprehends it by himself, even with the help of the unknown power here, it will take tens or hundreds of years to comprehend it.
But the seeds, after devouring the remaining sword intents, integrated them into Jiang Ming's body in an unimaginable way, allowing him to quickly comprehend these sword intents.
Kacha~
Within the spirit foundation, that green seed has quietly split open at this moment, and the green shoots are faintly visible in it, as if it will grow out at any time.
After a while, the figure of the second boy disappeared, and Jiang Ming climbed up the third step.
This time, the young man's strength was a little stronger, and he tempered Jiang Ming's sword intent more violently. He was convinced that it should be difficult for ordinary foundation-building cultivators to handle it at this level.
The fourth floor, the fifth floor...
Jiang Ming climbed up layer by layer, walking up to the twelfth floor. Each floor will undergo baptism and sharpening. .
The most amazing thing, of course, is the sword intent on Jiang Ming's body, which is almost hard to suppress. The whole person is like a fairy sword that is about to be unsheathed. volcano.
Boom...
The thirteenth step.
Wave~
In the spirit base, a bud finally emerged from the mysterious seed and swayed out.
On the steps of the low mountain, Jiang Ming felt his body lighten suddenly, and the remaining sword intent in his body had been completely refined.
He took a deep breath, the sharp light in his eyes overflowed, and the sword energy lingered between his fingers and palms. The grass and trees on both sides of the steps were cut with sharp holes by the invisible sword energy.
"I have a sword... to cut down the enemies of the world!"
In Jiang Ming's heart, an inexplicable sense of sharpness and unparalleled sharpness arose, and he slashed out with his fingers. The incomparably terrifying aura suddenly soared into the sky.
Boom...
The clouds in the sky were shattered, and among the countless gorgeous and colorful smoke clouds, only a dazzling sword light rushed into the sky, which lasted for a long time.
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Boom...
On an incomparably towering and majestic giant peak, many arrogances from various great cultivators gathered here to discuss the Tao and compete for each other.
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Not far from the giant peak, a dazzling sword light rushed out of the endless sea of clouds, showing its sharpness, like a king breaking through the clouds, overlooking everyone...