Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4905: The terrible road to practice

Jian Wushuang didn't interrupt his memory. He felt that there was a connection in it.

He took a breather for a while, and then continued, "I was alone, living in the heavens, and accidentally came to a heaven with plenty of power, where I saw an immortal that could reach the sky. In the dojo, I preached the scriptures, and then I sat down and listened to the preaching, and soon I was immersed in his argument."

"He assures us that as long as he joins his seat, the talented cultivator will surely ascend to the position of eternal immortality within one Chinese year. Even if it is not the top cultivator, he will give birth in several Chinese years. Xiangen has reached an unimaginable height."

"Under that forum, there were more than 100,000 top repairs with him, and I was one of them."

"I thought this was a promising road, but I never thought that this road of spiritual practice would make me unstoppable."

Speaking of this, Jian Wushuang and the others were already able to guess the outline.

The person Ding Xiu talks about must be the black robe Dayan Immortal Youyun. He wanders in the heavens and opens the dojo, attracting waves of Ding Xiu and even Yanxian to follow him.

Then he was taken to his lair, and he absorbed the origin to strengthen himself.

And the result was naturally as Jian Wushuang thought. After Youyun brought them back here, he exposed his fangs, bound them, and absorbed the origin, but the process was more cruel. .

"After the old dog brought us here, he no longer concealed it. He directly divided us into three, six or nine classes."

"The lowest-level first-class, the base is very huge, there are as many as tens of thousands, the old dog directly slaughtered them to death, made every monk into a soul amber, and distributed it to the middle-level monks. For them to absorb."

"After the middle-level monks were forced to ingest these soul ambers, their strengths have been rapidly improved, but waiting for them are the highest-level monks."

"The old dog did the same and slaughtered the middle-level monks to death, and made the soul amber for the highest-level top repairers."

"And I, because of my strange talent, was classified to the highest level, and I would consume 100,000 soul ambers every 10,000 years."

"During this period, my realm greatly increased and I successfully broke through to Yanxian, and there were more than fifty people in the same situation as me."

"However, what awaits us is something more cruel. Only then did I know that even if you become an immortal, it is just a pawn."

There was a touch of bitterness in his eyes, and at the same time the immortal body dwindled quickly and was about to die.

"After becoming a fairy, I thought I would be able to compete with him, but I didn't expect to be able to return to the sky. We have more than fifty fairy gods, all of whom were made into futons by him, sucking ours day and night. Xianyuan."

"This situation has been going on for several years. Anyone who has been drained of the source of immortality has been turned into a servant of the dead immortal for him to drive, and he will never recover."

"In order not to be made a slave by him, I frantically devoured the rest of the source of immortality, and survived till the end, and I also escaped from the magic cave while he left."

"I thought about staying away from this place completely, but I didn't expect that my Xianyuan was completely broken and there was no possibility of survival. If I didn't meet an adult today, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to say all these things. "

When he said this, he was faint and dying.

"This old thing is really a beast. For his own sake, he has lost so many repairs in vain. It should be a thousand cuts to kill him!"

Fengshan said bitterly, and then coldly looked at Shu Yang on the side.

"Look at what I do. I don't have any intersection with him at all. It's just a bit of hearing," Shu Yang explained quickly, "You didn't see that guy even had to start with me."

"Then why are you in one camp?" Fengshan asked again.

Shuyang's complexion was a little embarrassed, and then he said with a serious face, "I have no comment on this, but since that Youyun dares to do something to me, then I will have him die under my gun!"

Fengshan's nostrils snorted, and then stopped speaking. In his opinion, even Shuyang's all-out effort can't compare to Jian Wushuang's hand.

Jian Wushuang slowly squatted down, looking at Yanxian in front of him, and said, "I have been tired for so long, so I should have a good sleep."

Reluctantly opening his shriveled eyelids, Na Yanxian smiled reluctantly, "Thank you, sir, it’s time to get a good sleep. From the day I found my wife to the present, I haven’t had a good sleep. Now I can finally sleep..."

"What's the name of your sect?" Jian Wushuang asked in a soft voice, which was entirely because he asked on a whim.

It seems to be unlocking the dusty memory, and finally he slowly said, "My lord, it is called Shangqing Pavilion. It is located in Qingzhou in a very distant heaven. The scenery is very good. Master and his mother are very kind to me. Well, it’s a pity that I will never see them for the last time."

After speaking these last words, Na Yanxian finally fell, and the immortal body that had long been unable to support directly turned into a withered bone and dispersed with the wind.

Jian Wushuang's heart moved slightly, and his calm mind seemed to remember the past.

The girl who was reckless and courageous, walked out of Qingzhou, and followed him and Diqing to the sky.

She is called Xiqingchi, and she is the daughter of the lord of the Shangqing Pavilion.

The dead Yanxian right now is also one of the twelve disciples in the Shangqing Pavilion.

Everything seems to be such a coincidence, but it seems to be in the dark.

Jian Wushuang sighed secretly, and then saw a finger-sized jade slip in the dry bone.

He raised his hand and picked up the jade slip, only to see the word "shuhuan" engraved on it. After several Chinese years, it is still fresh.

Perhaps this jade is simply the identity of the dying immortal. When he was enduring the suffering, he must have supported him in the Shangqing Pavilion, where he practiced and enlightened him when he was young.

Putting the jade slip in his arms, Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the dilapidated hall in the deepest part of the Black Mountain Mountains, his eyes sharpened to the extreme.

"Boom!"

The main hall was shattered, and even the entire mountain range could not bear the power, and collapsed.

Led by Jian Wushuang, Shuyang and Fengshan bombarded either side with their full strength.

"Beast, hurry up and get Laozi out and die!"

Fengshan shouted, and a series of violent attacks easily smashed any visible objects.

Jian Wushuang held the invisible sword and walked step by step towards the dark hall in the front.

In front of this dark hall, under the huge and towering black pine trees, there are more than ten broken immortal bodies stationed, and when you look into it, they are full of death and desolation.