On New Year's Eve, lanterns hang high on the streets of Guangling City.
On the streets after the heavy snowfall, children ran and chased, watched the fireworks go up, and watched some acrobatic performances.
Qin Yun and Yi Xiao were also sitting in a teahouse, listening to the storyteller telling stories about gods and monsters, but watching the running children in thick clothes.
Looking at these children, Qin Yun thought of the scenes when he took care of 'Meng Huan' when he grew up: "Huan'er has grown up a long time ago, and entered the Yudingmen of the top practice sect, but what about my daughter? Being taken away, what kind of life will you live with Venerable Yellow Robe?"
Yi Xiao also looked at the children outside the window, in a daze.
Qin Yun reached out and took his wife's hand.
Yi Xiao looked at Qin Yun.
"Xiao Xiao, no matter what, I will save our daughter." Qin Yun said.
"Brother Yun, how sure are you of condensing your primordial spirit now?" Yi Xiao asked.
"Thirty to forty percent." Qin Yun said, "After all, only the Taishang Daozu has done it in the entire Three Realms. Although other powerful people are just deducing it out of thin air, I am practicing in real body and experience it personally... But in the end, my realm is better than that of the powerful people. It’s much lower, and I’m 30 to 40% sure that I’ll be able to fight.”
Yi Xiao nodded slightly.
She is very worried.
But her husband will try to condense his soul after a while, and she will not say anything depressing.
"Wow."
A blurry figure next to him gradually solidified, and it was a black-haired man approaching. Although the teahouse was very lively on New Year's Eve, they couldn't see the black-haired man.
"Senior Tianlong." Qin Yun, Yi Xiao and his wife stood up to greet each other.
"Qin Yun, Yi Xiao." Donghai Tianlong smiled and walked over to sit down, and Qin Yun and his wife also sat down.
"I just heard that the ancient Tianlong Palace in Xihai has completely appeared in the world, and many formations have been broken." Donghai Tianlong looked at Qin Yun, "I thought of you, Qin Yun. Only Qin Yun can do it."
Qin Yun nodded slightly: "Yes, I just went to the ancient Tianlong Palace not long ago."
"I hope Qin Yun will give me the body of the ancient Tianlong. After all, he is a member of my dragon clan. Even today's Dragon Clan of the Four Seas has a small number of his sons and grandchildren. When the ancient Tianlong Palace was destroyed, there were also some dragon clans outside. If he escaped by luck, I have to take his body back and bury it properly." Donghai Tianlong said, "Of course all the treasures in that Dragon Palace belong to you, Qin Yun."
"Ba Yun, the ancient heavenly dragon, has long had his last wish." Qin Yun waved his hand as he spoke.
Wow.
An illusory scene appeared in the mid-air next to it, replaying the scene that Qin Yun had seen before the death of the 'Ancient Heavenly Dragon Bayun'.
Donghai Tianlong looked at this scene silently, slightly bitter: "I have heard about the Longshan Realm, but it is a pity that I can't take it back so far, and it is still occupied by the fire puppet old devil. Although my Dragon Clan is quite a powerful group in the Three Realms , but there is a big gap with Taoism, Buddhism, Heavenly Court, and even the Demon God side."
Heaven is the co-lord of the Three Realms.
On the side of Taoism, Buddhism, and demon gods, there are strong people like clouds.
The Dragon Clan is relatively weaker! It is similar to the branch of witches, although they are all forces in the three realms, they are relatively weak. The lineage of the witches became the ancestral witches, that is, the 'ten witches'. There are even less than ten dragons who have reached the Ancestral Dragon Realm. Where can it compare with Tao, Buddha, and magic
"He had this last wish, so I also burned that corpse, leaving only ashes." Qin Yun said.
"Since Ba Yun has this last wish, he should naturally obey his will." Donghai Tianlong stood up, "Okay, now it's your human race's New Year's Eve, so I won't bother you and your husband."
…
The following days passed day by day.
Qin Yun accompanied his wife every day, or took a leisurely walk, or listened to the music, and even went to see Chenshuang.
It seems to be leisurely, but in fact it is constantly brewing in my heart.
In the process of brewing the method of condensing the soul of the Sword Immortal, Qin Yun felt that there were fewer and fewer things that could be modified.
The nineteenth day of the first lunar month.
On a very ordinary day, Qin Yun didn't tell outsiders, but on this day, he was going to start to refine the Sword Immortal Primordial Spirit!
Outside the quiet room, Qin Yun looked at his wife Yi Xiao.
"If I succeed in condensing the primordial spirit, as Senior Zhang said, I will be able to worship Biyou Palace." Qin Yun said, "Then I will become the junior of Venerable Huangpao. But he still hasn't done anything wrong with his fellow disciples."
"En." Yi Xiao nodded.
"If it fails..." Qin Yun said again.
Yi Xiao was slightly taken aback.
Afraid of being taboo, she never mentioned it.
"Xiao Xiao." Qin Yun looked at his wife, "If I fail, I will still go to save our daughter. If I really die in the Heavenly Wolf Realm, I'm afraid I will have to be reincarnated. At that time, I will need Xiao Xiao, you wait for me for ten minutes. A few years later, after I was guided to awaken my memory, I will come to Dachang World to find you again when my cultivation level recovers."
Yi Xiao was a little worried, and finally couldn't help but said: "Brother Yun, if there is really no way to save my daughter, there is no need to hit a stone with an egg. I already lost my daughter, and I don't want to lose you too, Brother Yun. There may also be twists and turns in the matter of reincarnation. .”
Historically, there have been cases where reception was late.
As a result, the emotional memory of the new life dominates, and the personality changes, and the previous life is only regarded as passing smoke.
"She is our daughter, and our husband and wife owe her." Qin Yun looked at his wife, "I, Qin Yun, will feel restless all my life if she is allowed to suffer. Well, no matter whether you succeed or fail in concentrating your primordial spirit, I will have it." Prepare."
The heart is set.
Just give it a go!
Qin Yun turned his head and entered the quiet room, and the door of the quiet room was closed.
Yi Xiao stood outside the quiet room and watched silently.
"Am I selfish?" Yi Xiao said silently.
On one side was her daughter who felt extremely guilty in her heart.
On one side is the most important husband in her life.
"I hope Brother Yun can condense his primordial spirit, and then he can reach the sky in one step." Yi Xiao looked forward to it.
…
Quiet room.
A faint fragrance filled the air. Qin Yun sat cross-legged quietly, took out a black bottle, and uncorked it.
As soon as he inhaled, a beam of brilliance flew out of the black bottle and flew into Qin Yun's mouth.
Qin Yun only felt a chill all over his body, his soul felt cold for a while, and his mind was more ethereal than ever before.
"I ask myself that the method I created is complete and subtle enough, and it should be able to condense the soul of the sword. It will definitely work." Qin Yun calmed down slowly.
Although he had speculated in three directions about the 'Sword Immortal Primordial Spirit', he was still not confident enough. When he knew that the primordial spirit of the Taishang Sword Cultivator was a sword—Qin Yun felt that he was surrounded by darkness. A ray of light shines.
A stroke of genius!
What a stroke of genius!
The Taishang Taoist ancestor is indeed powerful, and the normal souls of the Taoist lineage are all human-like. But the soul of the sword fairy turned out to be a sword.
And only in this way, fundamentally, can the sharp and unparalleled sword fairy mana be condensed into the primordial spirit!
Qin Yun finally deduced this method of condensing the primordial spirit based on the Biyun Immortal Method and the three classics, plus his own accumulation.
"Come on, success or failure depends on this time."
Qin Yun closed his eyes.
Inner view the purple gold golden pill in the dantian.
Round Tuo Tuo, golden elixir glowing with purple light, extremely perfect.
"Condensation!"
The soul began to descend, and the process of condensing the primordial spirit began.
"boom!!!"
The first step has to be violent.
Only by being fierce can the soul be deeply integrated into the sharp and unparalleled magic power of the sword fairy.
"Boom~~~" The Zijin Golden Pill was roaring, but a little of the soul had come and penetrated forcefully.
"The next step is to quietly, gradually infiltrate, and start nurturing the primordial spirit silently." Qin Yun's soul felt a roar, but it was quite comfortable.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
Qin Yun was nervous and had a glimmer of expectation.
If there is no problem for such a long time, it means there is hope!
After a while.
"Crack."
In the dantian, the first crack suddenly appeared in the round purple golden pill, followed by a chain reaction, the second and third cracks came one after another.
"Ahhh." Qin Yun felt the blackness in front of his eyes, and the extremely painful tearing sensation came from his soul, as if his soul was being cut and torn.
The golden core is also shattering.
When it shattered, a large amount of sword energy mana gushed out from the crack, and began to roam freely in the body. Qin Yun's remaining consciousness tried hard to restrain the mana in his body, otherwise, letting the mana roam violently would be enough to explode his body.
"Puff."
Even so, Qi and blood were still surging under the impact of mana, and seven holes bleed for a while.
Blood spurted from Qin Yun's mouth even more.
"No, no—" Qin Yun gritted his teeth, took out a cyan jade bottle from his bosom with red eyes, uncorked the bottle, and without hesitation poured all six Nine-Turn Spirit Pills and one Gulu into his mouth , swallowed in one gulp.
With his hands on the ground, the veins all over his body were bulging.
The nine nine-turn elixir quickly began to repair the soul and restore the golden elixir.
"Failed, failed, where did I go wrong? Where did I go wrong?" Qin Yun's soul was still in great pain, and the restoration of the Nine-Turn Spirit Pill enabled him to maintain basic thinking. He knew that the failure of condensing the primordial spirit represented his own method wrong.
What's wrong
Qin Yun didn't know.
"Where is wrong?"
"Hahaha… "
"I don't even know what's wrong! I still think that I can condense the soul of the sword fairy? It's too ridiculous, too ridiculous." Qin Yun whispered, "Xiao Xiao, I still let you down."
Want to be the second person in the Three Realms to create the Sword Immortal Dharma Gate of the Primordial God Realm
How could it be that easy
This road is doomed to be extremely difficult!
Either, worshiping in the lineage of Taishang Jianxiu, the ancestor of the Sword Immortal Dharma has already been created, and the road will naturally be smooth; or, open another path by yourself, without seeing the direction, and groping everything by yourself, which will be a thousand times more difficult.