Nine Yang Divine Doctor Chapter 625: A hundred years of sword refining
After returning to Huaguo Mountain, Tianyang threw everything to Sun Wukong, he began to practice. He had already thought about the position of the King of Huaguo Mountain. As long as Wukong broke through the realm of Daluo, he would immediately pass it to him. After all, he was not the blood of the Monkey King, and it was not very suitable to be this position. Wukong was different. He was born with a monkey king. He was also the destined lord of Huaguo Mountain. There was absolutely no problem with having it to replace the position of the Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain.
"Buzz, buzz!" Three thousand magic swords flew out from their bodies, constantly spiraling around Tianyang, and waves of sword sounds came out from them. In the Tianyang Heavenly Orifices, wisps of distracting thoughts emerged, constantly integrating into each magic sword.
Absorbing the three thousand distracting thoughts of Tianyang, the light on the magic sword kept flowing, and the sword patterns on the sword seemed to come alive. They twisted slowly. The power of the great way was constantly poured into the magic sword itself, changing the essence of the magic sword bit by bit, and improving its level.
"White Jade Relic, come out!" Tianyang's mouth opened, and the white jade relic slowly flew out, and streams of essence and blood rush out inside, flowing surging towards the three thousand magic swords surrounding Tianyang. When the last battle in Huaguo Mountain and finally cleaned up the battlefield, except for the corpses of the monkey killer tribe, he did not let go of any other corpses. The corpses of hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and demon soldiers gathered together, and in the world of the white jade relic, a blood-colored lake was almost formed.
With the nourishment of the essence and blood of the heavenly soldiers and demon soldiers, the sword spirits within the three thousand magic swords began to grow rapidly, and the spirituality revealed on them became stronger and stronger. The sword inscriptions slowly emerged on the magic swords, and bursts of strong original sword lights were revealed. The quality of magic swords was constantly increasing. As the quality of magic swords continued to improve, their speed of absorbing distracting thoughts became faster and faster, and their capacity became larger and larger.
All the minds of Tianyang were completely trapped in the sword refining. As the quality of the magic sword continued to rise, the distracting thoughts contained more and more, Tianyang's mind became more and more empty, and his perception of the great way became more and more prosperous. Each divine thought became more and more in line with the great way, and the original hardship was slowly disappearing. The whole body was surrounded by three thousand great ways, and the rich power of the great way tightly wrapped around Tianyang's body. It slowly changed Tianyang's system, making his body of the great way more pure, and became closer to the great way, and the Nine Tribulation marks in his body also moved towards perfection step by step.
A hundred years passed by, and Tianyang gradually woke up from the sword refining. Three thousand magic swords surrounded him and jumped happily. He could clearly feel that after the past century of cultivation, the quality of the three thousand magic swords had been greatly improved. The strongest ten original magic swords have already broken through the level of the top-grade spiritual treasures. Although the other magic swords have not been able to break through to the top-grade realm, they are not weaker than the middle-grade spiritual treasures. The improvement of the grade allows them to accommodate more distractions. The middle-grade magic swords can almost accommodate him.
Five percent of the distracting thoughts, and the ten top-level original magic swords can barely accommodate a complete distracting thought. As long as the time is ripe and the opportunity comes, he can cut out the most core ten-minded incarnation and enter the quasi-saint realm in one fell swoop. Although the strength of each incarnation of the mind is definitely not comparable to that of the three corpse incarnation, after all, each three corpse incarnation accommodates a thousand distracting thoughts. However, after having the incarnation of the distracting thoughts, the bottom line of his magic power can be broken. It is no longer limited to ten kalpas, each incarnation of the distracting thoughts,
All can accommodate no more than ten kalpas of magic power. Moreover, every incarnation of distracting thoughts can be practiced all the time. In this way, the speed of his accumulation of magic power will be faster. If he can cut out all three thousand incarnations of distracting thoughts, that cultivation speed will be absolutely terrifying. Moreover, the accumulated magic power will be very terrifying. Generally, the masters in the quasi-saint realm, each of the incarnation of the three corpses can only accommodate thirty-six kalpas of magic power. The three corpses combined together are only 108 kalpas of magic power. However, his three thousand incarnation of thoughts can
Accumulates nearly three thousand kalpas of magic power. It is nearly ten times higher than other quasi-saint powerhouses. From this point of view, practicing the Three Thousand Incarnations of Distracting Thoughts will definitely have a great advantage. However, with such powerful magic power, the difficulty will definitely be greater in the end. He estimated that if each magic sword cannot break through the level of the top-grade spiritual treasure, he will definitely not be able to withstand the final fusion. What a big deal this is? If it weren't for his cultivation of the Three Thousand Innate Magic Swords that could continuously evolve, this path would definitely not be possible.
"Three thousand in one!" Tianyang communicated with each magic sword in his mind. The three thousand magic swords fused to a purple sword in the Great Dao fell into the hands of the sky. A stream of powerful treasure aura emerged from the sword body, as if to tear the surrounding space to pieces.
Feeling the aura revealed on the Purple Sword of the Great Dao, the blood that had been silent for a hundred years in Tianyang's body could not help but start to rush.
"Roar!" A long roar with endless fighting spirit was spit out from Tianyang's mouth, and the shaking flowers and fruits were shaking unstoppable. With the powerful pressure, the oppressed flowers and fruits killed all the monkeys and grandchildren on the ground.
"Master!" Sun Wukong rushed towards Tianyang excitedly, and Niu Demon King and Long Lin followed closely behind.
"Wukong, Longlin, Bull Demon King." Tianyang looked at the three people who came with a smile. After not seen for a hundred years, the strength of these three people has improved a lot, especially Wukong, who has already broken through the Daluo Realm with his innate advantages. Although Bull Demon King's strength is still at the peak of Taiyi, his body seems to be stronger than before. He can clearly feel the terrible power contained in Bull Demon King's**. Longlin's qualifications are the best among the three. Of course, his progress is also very amazing. Now he is at the peak of Taiyi, and it is only half a step away from the Daluo Realm.
"Master, have you broken through again?" Sun Wukong stared at Tianyang excitedly. It was now a powerful person in the realm of Daluo, but he still couldn't see through Tianyang's current realm at this moment. This shows that Tianyang's realm is definitely much higher than it.
"It may be so easy there. I just took another small step in the sword path." The Great Dao Purple Sword slowly retracted into my body, turned back into the three thousand magic swords, and merged into the three thousand meridians.
"Then I have to congratulate Master, but it's a pity that we are not suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Otherwise, I really hope to inherit the swordsmanship of Master." Sun Wukong looked at Tianyang with greed. As a disciple, he knew very well that Tianyang's three thousand swordsmanship. It was definitely much stronger than he inherited from the Macaque King Qingtian Staff. It was not even worse than the Zhuxian Sword Master of the Jie Sect.
"Oh, you have a senior brother who inherited the swordsmanship as his teacher. It's a pity that more than a hundred years have passed, but there is still no news." Tianyang sighed. After so many years, he really wants to know how Qin Shaoyou and his son are doing.