Hidden Blade Chapter 65: I want to try 1

After listening to the Taoist's answer, the old man's face suddenly collapsed.

He wanted to regain his saber when he started, but how could the Taoist return him what he got.

After some tumultuous jumps, the old man's quaint and atmospheric old house collapsed under the fighting of the two.

"Wei Changming, if you don't tell me one, two or three today, I just want to fight for this old life, and I will come to life with you." The old man who is more than one way behind the Taoist, stood On the wreckage of the ancient house, pointed at the words of the Taoist gritted his teeth.

The Taoist looked at the old man, and shook his head helplessly.

Only then did he come to him and said: "It is really helpless to do so."

"What helpless?" The old man obviously did not eat Taoist practices. He waved his hand and had a meal before going forward to **** the saber that had followed him for more than a hundred years. So blasphemous.

The Taoist's complexion sank at that time, and his expression instantly became solemn.

He stood still not far from the old man, with one hand out.

"Ayan once gave me an object, called it as a blood." As the Taoist said, he selected a blue thing in the shape of a crystal clear blood drop in his hand. "According to legend, it is the essence and blood left by the monster emperor Gouchen, and the watery essence in it is the treasure passed down from generation to generation by her Qingqiu fox family."

"I went to Linglong Pavilion and Chixiao Gate a few days ago, and met Kunbuyu and Wu Xiaohe, and they gave me two things respectively."

At this time, a blue wooden block with majestic vitality and a simple token with dazzling red light appeared separately in front of the Taoist.

"I don’t know exactly what this piece of wood is, but it contains vitality. Obviously there is the spirit of wood in it. As for the token given by Wu Xiao, there is a real fire in his life. Among them, Vaillant just doesn't say more than me."

Speaking of this, the Taoist put down the huge wooden box behind him, and patted it hard: "This is what the Maharaja of Dayuanshan gave me, and it contains..."

The Taoist paused, seeming to be considering how to describe the things in the wooden box, but after thinking for a long time, he can only say: "There is soil..."

Then he put the old man's sword on the wooden box, his eyes condensed and said: "And your sword is gold..."

As one of the few kendo immortals in the world, the old man naturally smelled it when he heard this.

His face changed, and his gaze toward the Taoist suddenly became serious: "You want to use the power of the five elements to become a world in your body, and finally break the shackles, not to be tied to the hair by others, and to break with your own strength. Open the chains of heaven and earth and climb into the realm of real immortals?"

"Yeah." Taoist's answer was simple and sure.

"But..." The old man frowned.

The existence of this world is unknown for hundreds of millions of years, but since historical records, there has been an immortal palace on the top of Kunlun Mountain, which is the residence of immortals.

True immortals pasture the world, and teach sentient beings.

Every millennium, it is convenient to select one among thousands of monks, board the fairy palace, and grant the status of true fairy.

Since then, whether it is staying in Kunlun or going to the outer starry sky through Tianzhu is the freedom of that lucky person. But how many monks are there in the world? Especially those immortals who arrived in the land of immortals, how can they be willing to watch the only place in the past millennia being taken away, and they can only wait for the one-hundred-year catastrophe, until one day they can’t resist and die. remove.

So some sages came up with such a method.

Use the power of the five elements to form a world in the body, and use the power of this small world to fight against the shackles that this world shackles all living beings, so that you can step into the realm of real fairyland with your own strength.

This kind of exercise is not a secret, especially among these immortals.

But for thousands of years, thousands of people have tried this method, but they all ended in failure.

The old man doesn't think he can have this ability as an old friend.

The Taoist seems to have seen the old man’s doubts. He smiled and said, “I talked to the monarch of the demon race about the scenery of Bairiguang. There is no problem with this method. The result, in the final analysis, is that the small world formed in the body is too weak to resist the power of this world."

"Whether I am the blood of Gouchen gifted by Ayan, or this sword, it contains the extremely pure power of the five elements. I believe that the world I can produce must be better than everyone else. Be strong."

The old man was still not at ease when he heard this. He frowned and said: "Is this enough?"

"Of course not enough." The Taoist smiled and weighed the sword in his hand: "The power of the five elements is only the most basic element that constitutes the world. If a world wants to become stronger, it needs to be richer, with mountains and water. , There are torrential rains, cloudy and sunny, even grass, trees, birds, birth, old age, sickness and death."

"Of course, for the world formed in the body, we naturally can't do this, but at least we can let him add ‘sati’"

"Read?" The old man who heard this phrase for the first time obviously couldn't understand the meaning of the word~IndoMTL.com~ He frowned and looked at the Taoist.

"Happiness, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow and separation are all thoughts. Although there can be no real creatures in the small world, with this ‘reading’, the power of the world will be stronger.” Taoist said.

"But how do you get these things?" The old man asked again, this so-called thought is too mysterious to him.

The smile on the Taoist’s face was even greater. At that time, his hand was slowly stretched out, and the divine sword named Yangming was suspended in the air between his hands, and then it gradually began to melt. It is the hot red molten iron, and with the passage of time, it turns into a gleaming golden copper coin.

The Taoist stretched out his hand and took off one of them. He held it at his fingertips and measured it at the thin end. He then said: "A copper coin may seem ordinary, but sometimes it may be the hope of a beggar to survive, and it is a life-saving medicine for young children. Citing is the lifeblood of a husband to support his family."

"Although the smell of copper is smelly, it contains the thoughts of all living beings in this world of life, old age, sickness and death."

"Do you want to distribute these copper coins to the world to collect the ‘mind’ of sentient beings in the world?" the old man asked.

"Yeah." The Taoist nodded.

"But this takes a long time..."

"A thousand years is enough." Taoist said.

"Can you survive that time?" The old man asked again. A thousand years are ten calamities. No one can resist so many thunder calamities, at least not before.

The Taoist did not answer the old man’s questions in the first time.

He just flicked his finger at that time, and the copper coins in his hand flew out, and the 100,000 coins in front of him seemed to have a feeling. At this moment, they turned into golden streamers toward the time away from the mountain. Fly out like a falling star.

At that moment, the Taoist stood under the golden light of the sky, looking at the gray-haired old man, and said.

"I want to try."