In the silence, the white clouds stood as solemn as stones.
In front of you is the entrance to the second floor of Xiao Mi Tian. A piece of amethyst rhombus hangs on a lotus platform, shining alluringly.
This thing is a big treasure in the world. It is said that only an entire amethyst vein in Ganzebu Continent can produce an amethyst diamond heart. The five elements of vitality contained in it are extremely rich and can permanently support the teleportation array.
There was no one around.
Most of the disciples who come to Xiao Mi Tian directly enter the realm of practice that suits their own realm. They have not met the conditions for promotion. Very few people enter and leave this teleportation place. After all, the conditions for staying in the hospital for three years are too harsh, and every disciple is silently Race against time.
Bai Yunsheng didn't want to take Xiang Wujian to look for that thing, and Xiang Wujian didn't follow either. This "Little Demon of the Western Wilderness" in the Red Soul Realm seemed to have forgotten his own cultivation at this moment, and actually approached the Amethyst Lingsha like a man possessed. Heart.
With a flash of white light, he suddenly disappeared into the silent space.
On the second floor of Xiao Mi Tian, Bai Yunsheng saw the same teleportation formation as on the bottom floor. The surroundings were still quiet and no one was around. The amethyst rhombus heart was shining alone not far in front of him.
The call of "water dripping on stone" in his heart became stronger, and the water dripping became faster and faster.
Bai Yunsheng once again "insensitively" forgot about the teleportation restriction, ignored the surprise that he could come up, and even ignored that he was now in Xiao Mi Tian.
He walked towards Amethyst Lingxin numbly, and the light flashed by, and he actually disappeared on the second floor.
At the same time, the light of the White Tiger Realm flickered, and a man with blue hair and black clothes came out. He saw Bai Yunsheng's leaving figure. Although he did not recognize it, he was still shocked.
"Who is it? When did the inner court have such a young and powerful person in the camp?"
After the man was puzzled, he left Xiao Mitian after thinking about it.
The third floor of Xiao Mi Tian.
It is a place that can only be entered when the demon clan has reached the Green Soul Realm and the human clan has reached the early stage of the camp.
In today's Tianyi Academy, only the twelve Flying Dragon Envoys and some "old people" who are staying in the hospital are qualified to come in and practice.
The same quiet place, the same amethyst heart. At this time, Bai Yunsheng's heartbeat was faster than the running of a cheetah. His expression was stiff, his pupils were dull, and he walked towards the amethyst heart step by step like a machine.
call.
Bai Yunsheng disappeared on the third level of Xiao Mi Tian.
Fourth level. In Tianyi Academy, even if the eight elders have the real strength to enter here, there are only a few.
Bai Yunsheng appeared alone in a stone room. The room was large and dimly lit. Paper-colored flames were embedded in the high walls and formed a circle, illuminating the outline of the stone room.
The moment he walked into the stone chamber, Bai Yunsheng regained consciousness, the noise in his heart subsided, and his heartbeat returned to normal speed.
At this moment, at the end of his sight, a silver-white sword was suspended on a black altar.
Bai Yunsheng held his breath and concentrated, and subconsciously walked over. Just three feet away from the altar, his violent heartbeat started again, like a crazy wild elephant running rampant on the left side of his chest.
Bai Yunsheng's eyes were fixed on the sword, and he closed his mouth and blurted out two words of great surprise: "That's it?!"
After a long time, he finally determined that it was this sword that had been calling him to enter here.
And this sword was exactly the one he had seen in the abyss of the Vulcan Stream.
Thinking of this, Bai Yunsheng woke up like a dream, and then he remembered that this was already the fourth level of Xiao Mi Tian. It was the fourth level that demons could not cultivate to the Purple Soul Realm, and humans could not enter until they cultivated to the Heaven Camp.
Of course it was impossible for Bai Yunsheng. But he stood on the fourth floor unscathed.
"You finally came."
Everything was silent, and when his heart was trembling, an old voice came slowly from the darkness, like the breeze on the hill, easily wiping away the anxiety that was racing in Bai Yunsheng's heart.
Bai Yunsheng swung his eyes and followed the sound, only to see a black figure seeping out from the darkness of the wall, as if he had traveled from another world.
The figure is an old man, with silver beard and hair, strong steps, clear eyes, and a voice that seems to have been heard before.
After watching for a long time, a purple-red sea of fire suddenly flashed in Bai Yunsheng's mind. He suddenly recalled that the voice was the mysterious person he met in the Vulcan Stream.
Bai Yunsheng immediately bowed and saluted, saying in awe: "Are you the old man from the Fire God Stream?"
The Huafa old man showed a kind smile: "Your memory is not bad."
Bai Yunsheng said: "Senior's teachings, Yunsheng dare not forget!"
The old man waved his hand and said: "What teachings? It's just the old man nagging a few words."
Bai Yunsheng said respectfully: "Junior Bai Yunsheng, don't you know your senior's surname?"
The old man's clear eyes suddenly revealed infinite melancholy, and he murmured: "I forgot the name. I stayed in that place for so long that I don't remember anything."
Bai Yunsheng said carefully: "Are you talking about Huoshen Stream?"
The melancholy on the weather-beaten old man's face quickly disappeared, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Thanks to you, otherwise my old bones would still be suffering."
Bai Yunsheng smiled and said no more, but the old man saw through his mind at a glance and said, "Are you wondering why you are here and why I am here?"
"yes."
Bai Yunsheng answered truthfully.
The old man's face straightened up and he said solemnly: "Every level Xiao Mitian goes up has extremely strong restrictions. People with insufficient cultivation will be attacked by the eight most powerful karma if they trespass. Almost no one in this world can take it. But you
I don’t have any karma, but I got here smoothly all the way.”
The old man stopped, smiled mysteriously, and looked at Bai Yunsheng.
Bai Yunsheng suddenly said: "Did you help me get here?"
However, the old man unexpectedly said: "No, it's you."
Bai Yunsheng's face was suddenly full of disbelief, and he said slowly: "Me? I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who is neither a monster nor a human being."
The old man seemed to notice Bai Yunsheng's lack of confidence. Instead of explaining, he asked him another question.
"Have you been to Pilu Wonderland?"
Bai Yunsheng's eyes widened, and he was surprised again, but he still told the truth. He seemed to have no intention of hiding anything. Facing this old man whom he only met twice, he seemed to be unable to hide anything.
"Yes, I have been."
"Have you met those guys?"
Bai Yun was stunned for a moment, then continued: "I saw it. Do you know the five divine beasts?"
The old man smiled and shook his head: "No, we have never met."
He then asked: "Are you confident about that?"
Bai Yunsheng was really shocked this time and said hurriedly: "You actually know about that?"
The old man still didn't answer and continued to ask: "Do you know why they chose you?"
Bai Yunsheng tried his best to gain confidence and said: "The mythical beast said that I am a twin of Ying and Po, a person born with immortal destiny."
The old man changed the topic again and said: "You did come here on your own, and I can't find out the reason."
Without waiting for Bai Yunsheng's reaction, the old man continued: "And I am waiting for you here just to settle one matter."
Bai Yunsheng, who was confused, suddenly raised his head, and the disappointment just now was gone. Although he didn't know what the camp was, he didn't know why he could reach the fourth level of Xiao Mitian, and he didn't know what the relationship between that sword and himself was.
But he had a vague feeling that something "big" was about to happen.
Sure enough, the old man's eyes were like lightning, and he said word by word: "I received your favor that day, and today I will help you open up that sleeping camp!"
The sonorous words struck Bai Yunsheng firmly in his heart, like morning bells and evening drums, making his stiff whole body tremble.
"Really?"
Bai Yunsheng couldn't hide his excitement. He was like a person trapped in a swamp who suddenly received a rope; a person who was hiking in the sea of sand suddenly saw an oasis.
The old man paused, sighed softly, and then said slowly: "Perhaps this is also God's will. When I was young, like you, I couldn't absorb any five elements of vitality to practice. I practiced my moves and body skills hard, and traveled all over the mountains and seas.
I hope to find a way to crack it. Finally, I found this sword in a mountain deep in the northwest, and my body and meridians were inadvertently transformed by it, and I started the path of spiritual practice when I was nearly sixty years old."
Bai Yunsheng stared at the old man closely, holding his breath and concentrating, for fear of missing a word.
The old man bent down and sighed again, looked at the sword on the altar, his eyes seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life in an instant, and said slowly:
"A long time ago, I used it to defeat many masters on the 'Thousand Years List' and swept across the four wastelands and five continents. However, in the end, I was trapped in the Vulcan Stream by its sword intent."
Bai Yunsheng seemed to have never doubted what this mysterious old man said, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why is this? Since it is your weapon, how can it trap you?"
The old man said leisurely: "There is a fine line between strength and weakness, good or bad. If something is so powerful that it far exceeds your imagination and control ability, then it will be a disaster for you. Not only can you not control it, but you will be controlled by it.
Hijacking.”
Bai Yunsheng stared at the sword on the altar, and his narrow eyes had never been so bright.
The old man continued: "After being rescued by you from the Huoshen Stream, I searched for its whereabouts everywhere, but I didn't expect it to be hidden in Xiao Mi Tian. And you came down the mountain to join the world and came to Jingzhou. Maybe this is the chance for it to meet you.
It’s possible to break the cocoon on you.”
Bai Yunsheng immediately bent down and held his hands in his hands, saying with great reverence: "Senior, please do it!"
The old man took a deep look at the young man, as if he were looking at himself seventy thousand years ago. After looking at it for a long time, he finally sighed softly and said: "The opportunity has arrived. Whether you can grasp it depends on your luck.
.Time is running out, I’m here to help you.”
After saying that, the old man turned around and looked at the long sword on the altar. He saw his five fingers forming into palms and clasping his palms together. A strange black karma condensed in his palms, like a black flame burning in the wasteland after the rain.
.
At this moment, Bai Yunsheng tried his best to suppress the turbulence in his heart and looked at the old man's back in surprise.
It was the first time he saw such dark karma, and the moment his eyes came into contact with the black flames, an extremely dangerous aura rose up from behind him, cold and terrifying.
He would never doubt that with just a tiny spark, he could die thousands of times.
Suddenly, the sword inserted on the altar was dyed with blood as if it had come to life, emitting a soft and long blood light, echoing the fierce black flames burning in the old man's palm.
After a while, as the flame expanded rapidly, it spread into a huge black flame, rose into the air, and slowly moved closer to the blood sword.
The blood line from the sword body was like the tentacles of a squid, catching the dark flames. In the blink of an eye, black karma flowed into the sword body along the blood line like blood.
The flames became weaker and weaker, but the blood on the sword became more dazzling. After a while, the karma finally injected into the sword was mixed with streaks of blood. That was no longer karma, but real blood.
At the moment when the black flames extinguished, the blood sword slowly rose from the altar. The shining light was like a river of blood in the setting sun, sparkling and illuminating every corner of the stone chamber.
The torrential murderous aura rushed towards Bai Yunsheng like a tsunami, causing his black pupils to instantly turn red, and he was surrounded by a sea of blood.
In an instant, a huge wave of blood arose in the boundless sea of blood, and he was just a leaf of soul floating in the sea of blood.
In an instant, the light went out, the wind and waves were calm, and the sight was gone.
Bai Yunsheng looked around in horror. It was still the same stone room and the same old man - only the old man now had a long sword in his hand.
An ordinary, unremarkable sword. The silver-white blade is like three feet of moonlight, cold and quiet, making people shudder.
"The name of this sword is Changsheng."
The old man threw his right hand, and the Changsheng Sword struck through the air, flying like a meteor, and instantly pierced Bai Yunsheng's left chest.
"Catch the sword!!"
In Bai Yunsheng's horrified eyes, the old man's black hair was flying, his eyes were shining, and his voice was like morning bells and evening drums, the secret sound of Prajna:
"The blood sword enters the body, dies towards life, reverses the five elements, and comes back to life. Baiyunsheng, I sacrifice the blood of my soul to awaken the divine sword and integrate it into your body, helping you to open up your soul and soul, break the clouds and ascend to immortality!"
Although Bai Yunsheng was well prepared, he still failed to anticipate the stabbing attack of the Changsheng Sword - the sword's edge did not pierce his body, but disappeared like a stone in the sea.
When the old man finished speaking the last word, Bai Yunsheng suddenly fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
…
Just when Bai Yunsheng was in danger alone on the fourth floor of Xiao Mi Tian, that night, Xiang Wujian left Tianyi College alone and walked to Hedong Street in the Taoist community of Jingzhou City.
Hedong Street is still bustling at night. Along the way, bright lights dot the night, allowing this ancient city to show its mysterious side.
In the night sky, the stars twinkle on the blue-black background, and the vast river of stars and the river of lights on the ground meet at the end of the horizon, making it extremely gorgeous.
Every practitioner who walks in the light and darkness knows that the most beautiful lights in Jingzhou are on Hedong Street, and the most beautiful lights on Hedong Street are in Zhuguangbaoqi Tower.
There are thirty miles of long streets and thirty miles of lights, but the lights on this building in front of Xiang Wujian are the tallest and brightest.
The hundred-foot-tall building stands out from the crowd, and every floor is brightly lit, showing indescribable elegance and wealth.
There is an endless stream of practitioners coming in and out downstairs, either in gorgeous clothes or with fierce eyes. On the thousand-year-old agarwood plaque at the door are engraved with five large red gold characters: Zhuguang Baoqi Tower.
Only two kinds of people are welcome here: the rich and those with advanced cultivation. However, Xiang Wujian is neither a rich person nor a high-ranking person, but he is welcomed very much, and he is welcomed as soon as he enters the door.
The person who came was a round-faced man wearing a golden robe, with blond hair and bright golden eyes. He looked at the young man who came in and smiled and said, "Welcome, Young Master Xiang."
The practitioners who came in and out all looked sideways, all surprised.
The first shopkeeper of Zhuguangbaoqi Tower, the dignified Iron-faced God of Wealth, actually came to the door in person, and was greeted by a young demon cultivator in the Huangpo Realm.
The people who came in and out of the Zhuguang Baoqi Tower were all ruthless characters with vicious eyes. Their surprised eyes swept over Xiang Wujian - this young man was only about twenty years old. He was definitely an unparalleled genius with the strength of the Huangpo realm, but even if he was no longer
It is not the turn of the Iron-faced God of Wealth to personally welcome great geniuses, unless they are public losers.
But the young man in front of me is definitely not from Gongshu, because he is a monster, and there are absolutely no monsters in Gongshu's family.
Xiang Wujian just smiled faintly and returned the greeting: "Your Excellency..."
The man said respectfully: "I am the boss of this humble abode. I am here to wait for you, young master."
Xiang Wujian couldn't help but laugh and said: "Come on, boss, if the magnificent and jeweled buildings are all humble houses, wouldn't this Jingzhou City become a beggar's den?"
"Young Master is laughing. Please follow me. The Hall Master is waiting for you upstairs."
With that said, Lai Shifei got out of the way and asked Xiang Wujian to go upstairs.
The first floor of Zhuguangbaoqi Building is the weapons shop of Gongshujia Tianjimen. Xiang Wujian just glanced at it and was filled with admiration in his heart.
There are all kinds of weapons in the building, including knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers...the dazzling array is so dazzling that it is overwhelming. The second to fourth floors are all auction houses.
They are divided into three classes: heaven, earth and people, and an auction is being held at this time.
The top floor is the Qi Pavilion.
At this time, an old man with broad eyebrows, broad nose and thick lips was sitting on the main seat in the pavilion, reading ancient books. The door of the room was wide open, with a gold and jade carved ceiling, and the uneven wall grids in the room were filled with various items.
The ores are colorful and full of surprises.
Xiang Wujian only recognized the dark white Tianmu Stone on a mahogany frame, which was an excellent material for forging weapons.
When the old man saw Xiang Wujian coming in, he put down his book and stood up to greet him. He smiled and said, "Young Master Xiang, the old Lord of the Tianji Sect has been waiting here for a long time."
Xiang Wujian returned the courtesy and said: "How dare I trouble my seniors to wait for so long? I ask my seniors to forgive me for any omissions."
"Hahaha..." King Gongshu laughed loudly, his laughter was like a hammer striking iron: "Young Master, please sit down."
After Xiang Wujian sat down, he said, "Senior, just call me by my first name. It seems that I knew I would come."
King Gongshu looked at Xiang Wujian with satisfaction, nodded and said: "Although Jingzhou City is big, this Taoist world is very small, and there are few things in it that I don't know. Do you have something to do here, young master?"
King Gongshu still did not change his title to Xiang Wujian.
Xiang Wujian stopped being polite, stood up, took out a blueprint from his arms and handed it to King Gongshu, and said straight to the point:
"Senior, I wonder if there is anyone in the Tianji Sect who can forge this sword?"
King Gongshu took the drawing and at first glance, he frowned like a gold bar.
After a long time, Gongshu Wangfang raised his head and said solemnly:
"May I ask, Master Xiang, where did you get this weapon diagram?"
Xiang Wujian seemed to have expected such a reaction from him, and said calmly: "An elder in my family accidentally obtained it when he was traveling. I gave it to me when I went down the mountain to practice, and asked me to go to the Tianji Gate to see if anyone could bring it to me.
It’s cast.”
After hearing this, King Gongshu pondered for a while, shook his head feebly and said:
"Although this weapon seems to be of simple craftsmanship, it is extremely difficult to complete. This kind of casting method is unheard of. Even if I can find out, I am afraid that there will be few swordsmiths in the world who can complete it."
Although Xiang Wujian had been mentally prepared, he was still a little disappointed when he heard the bad news. However, he still did not give up and asked: "Is there no one in the Tianji Sect who can give it a try?"
King Gongshu thought for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have thought of something, but then he sighed and shook his head and said:
"If the ancestor is still alive, there may be a chance to give it a try."
Xiang Wujian saw Hope and asked anxiously: "What happened to his old man?"
King Gongshu said disappointedly: "The ancestor has withdrawn from the world for two hundred years. I have been in Jingzhou for a long time. The specific situation can only be known in the sect."
His words undoubtedly left a way out for Xiang Wujian.
Xiang Wujian was also very grateful and said: "Thank you, senior. In that case, I won't bother you. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely visit your sect."
After saying that, he bowed and bowed before leaving.
King Gongshu stopped him in a hurry, as if he was afraid of losing any chance: "If Young Master Xiang is in urgent need of weapons, you can get one from the building for temporary use."
Xiang Wujian showed gratitude on his face, but refused: "No need, if the weapon cannot be connected with the mind, it's okay not to use it."
After saying that, he stood up and left the Zhuguangbaoqi Building.