Chao Xiaoyu watched as Shen Lian led Fang Yanying to the north. The boundless scorched earth caused by the destruction of the thunderstorm highlighted the loneliness of the two figures. It was not until the two figures were no longer in his clear eyes like autumn water that he restrained himself. look.
Not long ago, it was uncertain whether she would live or die. Now that Shen Lian is gone, she doesn't know whether she will be able to return. People are inevitably ups and downs in the sea of suffering in this world. She smiled lightly, and with her divine light, she disappeared in the sky. No matter what happened to Shen Lian, she should continue to do what she had to do and reorganize Luo Jiao. She had to give back to the woman Tianmeng, otherwise the divine power Where.
Fang Yanying beside Shen Lian may not know that his always unpredictable uncle will face the most dangerous decisive battle in his life.
But suddenly there was wind and rain all over the sky. Fang Yanying looked at her uncle and had a bad feeling in her heart, but she suppressed it in her heart.
Fang Yanying and his uncle Shen Lian headed north for three months, and the surrounding gradually became bitter and cold.
Even though her achievements in invisible sword skills were not inferior to those of her master, she was still a body of flesh and blood. The bitter cold evil energy around her gradually infected her. Although it was not fatal, it gradually made people feel uncomfortable.
She was very pure in sword making, but she was still very resistant to the bitter and cold evil spirits. She had to use her sword energy all the time to drive away the harmful cold evil spirits. After three months, she could not help but feel haggard.
But Uncle Master was in a different situation. As he went further north, his skin became more and more crystal clear, his whole person became more and more cold and aloof, his words began to decrease, and the gentle smile in the past gradually disappeared.
They didn't travel at night. On cold nights, her uncle would sleep in the wilderness with her. She would often hold her sword and look at the crape myrtle in the north of the night sky. She always felt that the stars in the crape myrtle would go out of her way to kill her uncle. go.
This time of night is also when she feels most comfortable. She has been fighting the special environment in the north during the day and feels quite tired. Although it is cold at night, the silence of her uncle holding the sword has a special aura that makes her feel like she is in a hot spring. Likewise, the energy and blood all over the body becomes lively and fresh.
She guessed that her uncle had a special method to train the body, or that this was the difference between the immortal immortals and people like them who were practicing in the Nine Realms.
Nowadays, the surrounding mountains on the road are becoming more majestic and majestic, and the leaves of the grass and trees are becoming more and more pointed, like countless sharp swords, which are both vast and sharp.
She realized this natural environment and gradually adapted to the weather. As the invisible sword energy circulated, it became faster and sharper.
She also encountered demonic spirits on the road, but they were all dealt with by her. However, the master's uncle's sword had been wrapped in a piece of cloth, and she had no idea what the sword looked like.
She was very curious as to why her uncle's sword was not put into Qiankun's sleeve, and she also asked about it.
Uncle Master said: The universe in the sleeve can only pretend to be dead, but this sword is alive.
She was quite surprised. She couldn't help but think that even if the calculator had intelligence, it wouldn't be considered a living thing. Why on earth could this sword be a living thing? Fang Yanying did not continue to ask his uncle, but thought for himself.
Until one night, while she was running her sword skills, a barrier suddenly seemed to be broken, her spiritual sense spread all around her, and she heard a breathing sound. It's hard to describe the sound of breathing. It seemed particularly melodious, but also a bit heavy. Her spiritual sense went to the sound of breathing, and then she 'saw' her uncle's sword. She understood that what she heard was a 'sword' breathing sound.
Breathing is a living thing, and the sword's breathing rhythm was something she could never forget once she heard it. After the second day, she unconsciously changed her breathing to the breathing of the divine sword in her memory.
The breath of the sword is of course the most suitable for the sword, and she was originally a human. Under that breathing rhythm, her physique gradually changed. In the past, she used the sword energy, which required a process, but gradually she increased the speed of the sword energy. Faster, like lightning, the thought arises, and the sword energy appears, silent and extremely sharp.
All the mountain spirits and wild monsters along the way, without exception, died happily under her invisible sword energy.
After all, she is still a human being and has humanity, so she hopes that her master uncle can see her progress and praise her. Unknowingly, she has regarded Shen Lian as her second master.
It's a pity that the uncle is very silent and has no words. However, because the mountain spirits and wild monsters swallowed the essence of heaven and earth, the meat is extraordinary and very delicious, which is used to satisfy her and the uncle's appetite.
She also discovered that her uncle actually had good cooking skills, and he could turn earth into a stove at will, make fire from the void, and create some imaginable or unimaginable strange tableware out of thin air. At that time, her uncle said lightly. This is nothing. A truly brilliant person can create most of the spiritual objects in the world with his backhand. It only consumes vitality and the five elements.
At that moment, she finally realized the power of the 'immortal'. In addition to pursuing the way of swordsmanship like her master, she also longed for the Immortal Master.
She knew that her combat prowess was already very high and her cultivation was deep enough, but she understood that Changsheng Zhenren was a common hurdle faced by cultivators all over the world. Many geniuses with extraordinary abilities were blocked from the door, even her own master. Before he disappeared, he had no access to it.
There are so many bones in front of the gate of immortality, it’s no lie.
"Uncle Master, there is a city ahead." They were walking in the deserted wasteland. They had rarely seen other living creatures these days. Suddenly, they saw a majestic city hundreds of miles away.
When Fang Yanying walked up a hillside, something suddenly came into his eyes.
The bitter cold here is even worse than the places she passed a few days ago. She is a cultivated person, and she was not used to it at first. Therefore, she is very surprised how the people in this city survive. Living here must be full of unexpected things. The sadness, whether it is food, water or other supplies, makes the inheritance of bloodline face great difficulties.
Shen Lian suddenly said: "Yanying, how long did we walk from the view of killing?"
Fang Yanying said without thinking: "A total of three hundred days, a full ten months."
Shen Lian said quietly: "In the past ten months, you have not practiced in a dream again, right?"
Fang Yanying nodded and said, "That's true."
"Actually, it should have happened once, but when the abnormal movement happened, it was immediately eliminated. I think it was because of me. This was an opportunity for you, but I ruined it, so I found a way to make it up to you later. ." Shen Lian said leisurely with his hands behind his back.
Fang Yanying knew that it was about the breath of the sword, but he didn't expect that there was such a reason, but why did his uncle mention this
Shen Lian continued: "After this period of practice, you have stabilized the foundation that was shaken by the sudden change. Now I want you to go into that temple and get something."
Fang Yanying was startled and said, "That's a temple."
Shen Lian said calmly: "You don't have to doubt it, and no one has stipulated that a temple cannot be like a city."