Ding Ning walked across the cable bridge swaying in the wind, and walked towards the three huts hidden in the cracks in the mountain.
Before killing Song Shenshu, he once said to Changsun Qianxue, "There is no difference under the four realms".
However, even if it is possible to defeat the opponent across the border, I am afraid that there will be a considerable price to pay.
It's sunny today, looking in the direction of Changling, the sky is indescribably transparent.
Looking back at Changling on the way here, the entire majestic city seems to be peaceful and free from disputes. However, under such seemingly peaceful conditions, the countless intrigues and fights without blood are the same as the vitality in this world. Incomparably chaotic lines entangled together.
As long as one enters such a game, even the smallest pawn cannot be spared, it will definitely be entangled in countless nets, and it is absolutely impossible to wander outside.
This is the reason why in his plan at the beginning, he had to go to the third realm of true essence to show some characteristics and try to enter the sect that was qualified to participate in the Minshan Sword Sect Grand Examination.
Even if Xiu is the strongest "nine-dead silkworm" in the world, he is still too weak to be exposed to the sun, just like the young silkworms under the mulberry leaves in the silkworm chapter.
In his plan, he needs more patience.
However, Changsun Qianxue was right. After killing Song Shenshu and getting so much news from Song Shenshu, he felt uneasy.
Now that he has taken the first step, he has no choice, and cannot think about those dangers and difficulties.
He can only mind the immediate affairs.
He silently clenched his fists, and then released them, so that his mood became absolutely calm again. He walked across the rope bridge, then pushed open the wooden door of the cottage on the far left, and sat on that special futon.
He closed his eyes, and a trace of long-lost spiritual energy slowly entered his body through the futon under him.
He directly entered Vipassana at a speed that ordinary practitioners could not understand.
Driven by his thoughts, the five qi in his body slowly flowed into the sea of qi.
Deep below the Sea of Qi, there is a crystal clear space, like a palace made of jade under the sea.
This is what practitioners call the Jade Palace.
As long as one can sink the five qi into the Jade Palace, one has reached the middle grade of Tongxuan cultivation.
As far as Ding Ning is concerned, as long as he is willing, he can still sink the five qi into the jade palace in half a day, and break through to the middle-grade state of the first state.
Because his Jade Palace already exists, there is no need to re-perceive it. All he has to do is to follow the flow route of the five qi in "Slaying Three Corpses Without My Original Nerve", and slowly let the five qi transformed by this method, Slowly infiltrate into his sea of qi and jade palace, and let his sea of qi and jade palace also undergo a certain degree of transformation.
It's just that it's too fast, and it's too shocking, so when talking with Nangong Caishu, he has already decided that it will take one month to break through from the first realm to the second realm.
He took a deep breath.
There was a sudden change in the originally peaceful body. It seemed that countless tiny silkworms suddenly appeared in his body, and they began to devour the aura that penetrated into his body.
In just an instant, his body seemed to have turned into an extremely dry land.
He controlled it carefully.
Don't let the sound of thousands of silkworms biting in his body, under his control, a small part of spiritual energy was not swallowed by these young silkworms, and slowly merged into the five qi in his body.
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Li Daoji's figure appeared at the door of this cottage.
He stood sternly, letting his perception pass through the thin door panel and land around Ding Ning.
Ding Ning has deliberately slowed down his cultivation speed, but even so, when his five qi sink in the sea of qi, some of the aura that occasionally shakes out has already made Li Daoji's brow tremble slightly at this moment stand up.
Thinking of the sword intent displayed by that ridiculous branch before, more strange flames appeared in his eyes.
He turned around and walked towards the gate of Baiyang Cave.
Outside the mountain gate of Baiyang Cave, a carriage has already parked, a carriage that can run very fast.
Li Daoji's sword was very long. When he entered the carriage, he held the sword in his hand and laid it across in front of him.
The hilt of the sword glowed slightly red in front of him, and he leaned on the cushion in the carriage with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
The carriage was galloping on the road, but it was driving towards a place that Ding Ning was very familiar with—Chengdong fish market.
The carriage eventually stopped at an entrance to the fish market.
Li Daoji got out of the carriage silently, and walked slowly into the fish market.
Although the weather was fine, under the cover of overlapping roofs, most places deep in the fish market were still dark and humid, and the scattered lanterns were burning like will-o'-the-wisps.
Li Daoji was very unfamiliar with the roads of the fish market. After walking slowly in the dark and damp streets for half an hour, and even asked several people in the shops, he finally entered the bottom of the fish market. Walked into a stilted building without any signboard and without any lights inside.
Li Daoji's eyes have completely adapted to this kind of darkness, so when he walked into this stilted building and saw the man with disheveled hair sitting on the couch inside, he knew that he had finally found the right place, and that this man was still in the fish market Live well.
"I want to buy a sword."
Li Daoji looked at the glowing eyes of the man with shaved hair in the dark, and said, "I remember you have a broken sword here."
The man with disheveled hair gave Li Daoji a cold look, and said indifferently: "You are very lucky, this sword is still there."
After saying this, the body of the man with disheveled hair slowly moved back.
The lower body of the man with disheveled hair was covered with a blanket. Until this time, no one who entered the stilted building would see that he had no feet.
His legs were broken at the knee.
It's just that Li Daoji seemed to know it a long time ago, so his eyes didn't rest on the feet of the man with disheveled hair, but just fell on the removed blanket.
Under the blanket was a large black iron sword box.
The man with disheveled hair opened the sword case, turned it inside a few times, took out a dark green broken sword, and threw it directly at Li Daoji.
Li Daoji stretched out his hand and firmly caught the broken sword.
This is a real broken sword about two feet long. The blade is only the width of two fingers. , are covered with dozens of slender cracks.
It's just that the material of this sword is a bit special. Although the dark green sword body is also some kind of metal, it has natural strands like some crystal stones and wood, so all the cracks are not horizontal, but along the direction of the sword. body, extending towards the hilt.
Li Daoji nodded, and saw some cloth strips on the case in front of the man with disheveled hair for binding things. He tore a few of them casually, wrapped the broken sword, tied it on his back, and took out a coin. bag and threw it to the man with loose hair.
The man with disheveled hair closed the sword case, looked at Li Daoji who turned around and walked out, and a strange sneer suddenly appeared on his face, "You are lucky, no one has ever liked this broken sword, but I am a bit puzzled." I understand, what made you remember this crippled sword that is useless to you. Is it worth losing your life for such a crippled sword?"
Li Daoji didn't say anything, he just walked out of the stilted building silently, and walked towards the direction where his carriage was parked.
A man in a crimson cotton robe appeared behind him at some unknown time.
This man looked about the same age as Li Daoji, and there was a long and narrow sword mark on his left face. Behind him was an exceptionally wide and thick sword. The black scabbard was three times as wide as an ordinary long sword. The quaint bronze hilt is also at least two or three times larger than ordinary hilts.
The man followed Li Daoji all the time, keeping a distance of several feet from Li Daoji. It was impossible for Li Daoji not to notice him following him at such a distance.
However, neither Li Daoji nor this man made any special indications, until Li Daoji walked out of the fish market, the two of them almost stopped at the same time.
"I told you a long time ago that as long as you dare to come out of the Aries Cave, I will definitely kill you." The man in a dark red cotton robe was standing at the entrance of the fish market, looking at the carriage and turning around slowly. Li Daoji said very coldly.
Li Daoji glanced at the man, but still didn't speak, but his right hand landed on the slightly red-glowing sword hilt.
The corners of the red-robed man's lips curled up slightly, with a playful expression on his face.
The fish market has its own rules, even he dare not disregard the rules, but now that the fish market is out, there is no need to have any scruples.
So at the moment when the corners of his lips were slightly raised, he had already made a move.
His body didn't make any obvious movements at all, and he didn't pull out the wide and thick giant sword on his back at all, but half of his body suddenly burst out with a terrifying breath, a surge of real energy gathered an amazing vitality of heaven and earth, It poured into the sleeve of his right arm like a stormy sea.
A mournful roar suddenly sounded in the calm air.
A thin silver-white sword flew out of his sleeve with an extremely ferocious killing intent, bringing out countless white eddies.
Originally, many people around here had already noticed the abnormality of this red-robed man and Li Daoji, and some even approached excitedly. retreat.
Because this is a flying sword!
Only monks who have reached the fifth realm of divine sense can cultivate the flying sword successfully.
A large amount of thought power, true energy, and heaven and earth vitality gathered on the flying sword, while bringing terrifying speed to the seemingly frivolous little sword, it also naturally brought terrifying destructive power.
In the battle of practitioners of this level, an out-of-control flying sword may pierce through more than ten courtyard walls in an instant. Those who are unfortunately cut, even if they do not die, at least have something cut off from their body.
Li Daoji's pupils constricted violently, and the depths of his pupils were filled with the small silver-white sword and the airflow behind it, but his face was still abnormally calm.
Facing the flying sword flying towards his forehead, he swung his right hand out at an alarming speed, and there was a crisp clang. The red hilt was connected to the slender pure black blade, It seemed that the impact of the color was extremely strong. The moment the sword body and the scabbard were separated, it turned into a shock, and it accurately slashed towards the silver-white flying sword.