"Riding the sword!" Yin Xiuxuan exclaimed in his heart. He had thought of many ways to get to the Yiyun Sect, but he never thought that he would leave with the sword.
The skill of wielding a sword can be regarded as one of the symbols of those who cultivate immortals. The yearning of mortals for the sky is also the unique ability of immortals in the stories Yin Xiuxuan heard since childhood.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Yin Xiuxuan jumped up and climbed onto the sword, followed by the casual cultivator.
Stepping on the sword, Yin Xiuxuan felt an adhesive force coming from the soles of his feet. He originally wanted to fix his body, but he didn't expect that he could solve it without having to think of a solution on his own.
The yellow-faced monk stood at the tip of the sword, glanced at the others, and said, "Draw out the sword!"
The white-faced monk and the five disciples in green waved their sleeves and flew out their long swords. Only the white-faced monk scolded and widened the sword several times, making it similar in size to the yellow-faced monk's feet.
The other disciples only made the long sword a little larger, barely able to hold two people, and the brilliance was much dim, which was obviously a bit stretched. Compared to the freehand expressions of the two foundation-building monks, the five disciples in green appeared to be very cautious.
This shows the difference in cultivation.
The white-faced monk also had two people standing on his sword, and the other disciples in green clothes each had one person on their swords. As for the female disciple in plain clothes, she did not draw her sword, obviously she was not prepared to bring anyone with her.
Seeing everyone getting on the flying sword, the yellow-faced monk shouted softly: "Let's go!" He first moved the flying sword, turning into a rainbow and flying into the sky.
The white-faced monk followed closely, followed by five disciples in green clothes, and finally the female disciple in plain clothes rolled up her long sleeves, flew out a green flying sword, and flew upwards with her body wrapped around her.
Stepping on the flying sword, Yin Xiuxuan felt a blur in his eyes before he jumped from the ground into the air and stopped steadily among the clouds and mist.
Yin Xiuxuan was distracted and looked down. Several rays of sword light flew upwards and roared into the clouds. They were the white-faced monk and six Yi Yun Sect disciples.
"There's nothing much going on here, I'll leave soon!" As he said that, the yellow-faced monk was about to activate the flying sword.
"Uncle, wait a minute!" the woman in plain clothes shouted quickly.
"What's the matter?" the white-faced monk asked with an expression on his face, and the yellow-faced monk also pretended to be overbearing.
The female disciple in plain clothes seemed a little uneasy, and Nuonuo said: "It's not that this disciple has something to do, it's that Junior Sister Yu has something to ask me to do!"
"Master Nephew Yu!" Upon hearing this, the white-faced monk's expression softened a bit and he said, "What does she ask you to do?"
The woman in plain clothes frowned slightly, as if she didn't want to say anything. When the yellow-faced monk saw it, he came to the rescue and said: "In that case, you go back quickly. I will lead someone to wield the sword, and the speed is not fast. I will catch up after I finish."
That's all!" He said and flew away with his flying sword through the air without looking back.
Seeing the yellow-faced monk speak, the white-faced monk said nothing more. He shook his head and left with his sword. The five disciples in green behind him also followed closely with their flying swords.
Halfway through the incense stick, a white barrier appeared in front of me, blocking the way, as if saying that this road was blocked.
"Hey!" The yellow-faced monk waved his hand, and a streak of colored light flew out from his fingers, hitting the white barrier and suddenly opening a ten-foot-wide breach.
After stroking his sleeves and looking at the six rays of sword light coming up from behind, the yellow-faced monk smiled slightly and let his flying sword pass through the breach. Then the six rays of sword light saw the breach and no longer needed to exert any effort. With a roar, they passed through.
Passing through the gap, the flying sword of the yellow-faced monk flew towards the south.
Yin Xiuxuan looked back and saw that the six flying swords were chasing after him, but the place where he came out just now was completely empty, and there were no holes anywhere.
"It's just a deception!" Suddenly a voice came to Yin Xiuxuan's ear and said.
Yin Xiuxuan was startled and looked back. The monk behind him seemed to be doing something with all his strength. His eyes were closed tightly and his face was full of nervousness. He was too distracted to think about himself. He couldn't talk to him.
Just as he turned around, the yellow-faced monk in front of him was looking at him with a very amused expression.
"But senior is talking to me?" Yin Xiuxuan asked very respectfully.
The yellow-faced monk smiled slightly, turned his head, and heard another voice that entered Yin Xiuxuan's ears, "You are now considered an outer disciple of my Yi Yun Sect, just call me Uncle Shi. When you enter the later stage of Qi training, if you
If you can bow to the inner gate, then change your title."
Hearing this, Yin Xiuxuan nodded respectfully and said, "Disciple Yin Xiuxuan, I have met Uncle Shi!"
The monk surnamed Shi heard the words, nodded slightly, and then transmitted the message, "The cloud layer that he passed through just now was just a deception used by the people who created the world of immortality. Once the monks can fly with swords, they can easily find them with just a few clicks.
You will also find a way out in the future."
Hearing this, Yin Xiuxuan murmured in his heart that Uncle Shi had only met him two or three times, and his past was just the Yunmeng Token, but in just a few words, he seemed to have high expectations for himself, but it was
Don't know why.
"Thank you, Master Shi, for your guidance!"
"Can you tell me where you got the Yun Meng Ling?"
Yin Xiu
I got it by accident when I entered a cave!"
Unexpectedly, Master Shishu sighed deeply, "The outstanding people in Yunmeng in the past have also disappeared!" After that, there was no more sound.
Yin Xiuxuan didn't understand what this cheap uncle meant. Since the other party didn't ask any more questions, it was in line with his wishes. Naturally, he wouldn't say anything in a boring way, so he kept his mouth shut and felt the feeling of handling the sword.
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Strangely enough, the sword light was several times faster than the feathered arrow, and countless strong winds were seen blowing the clouds away and gathering in the sky, but Yin Xiuxuan did not feel any wind blowing on his face.
Looking up at the flying sword controlled by a disciple in green not far away, Yin Xiuxuan discovered the mystery. It turned out that the sword light under the disciple's feet always cut through the wind before the flying sword, forming a layer of airflow on the sword.
The protective film prevented the strong wind from blowing onto the sword.
Thinking about how he would make his magic weapon fly into the sky in the future, Yin Xiuxuan couldn't help but reveal a hint of bitterness.
The magic weapon that can be used to control the sword and fly to the sky must be at least middle-grade or above, but the only middle-grade magic weapon in his hand that can be used to control the sword is the set of Nine Sons and Mother Evil Iron Rings.
Although the attack and defense of this evil iron ring is not inferior to that of the flying sword, it may be difficult for the flying sword to cut through the wind as well as the flying sword. In this way, when I use the flying sword, I am afraid that there will be
It was a bitter experience.
Thinking of this, Yin Xiuxuan touched the storage bag on his waist and secretly made up his mind to refine a suitable flying sword when he entered the seventh level of Qi training.
Just when Yin Xiuxuan was thinking wildly, the female disciple who went to do something had already returned. After the monk surnamed Shi gave the order, everyone increased their speed and flew towards the south.
After flying like this for about a day, everyone found a mountain top and lowered their sword light to rest for the night, and then started on their way again.
After walking and stopping like this for about ten days, Yin Xiuxuan felt that he and others were plunged into a large invisible net, unable to see anything in the haze, and then a strong spiritual energy rushed towards his face.
"This is the world of cultivating immortals!" Yin Xiuxuan exclaimed in his heart. As he was traveling in the mortal world these days, he could especially feel the abundance of this spiritual energy, which was even richer than among the demons in Dragon City.
The monk surnamed Shi seemed to know the doubts of the cultivators, and said calmly: "This is where my Yiyun Sect is located, one of the three major realms of cultivating immortals, Yiyun Cultivation Realm!"