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Volume 1: A Sword from Lingchen

The sky was bright and it was three days later in the blink of an eye.

The three-sect competition has come to an end, and in the end Li Yannian from Zhaoyang Mountain came out on top. No one dared to challenge him, and he was declared first.

However, the main purpose of the competition is to exchange knowledge and learn from each other, so winning or losing is not important. The original intention is to gain insights from the competition and consolidate or improve one's realm.

The competition came to an end, and the disciples from Yueyue Pavilion and Zhaoyang Mountain still left one after another to return to their sect, and Li Yannian also came to see Wu Qing and others to say goodbye.

Since that day, Wu Qing and the others were invited by Xu Yang to live in Daofeng, their home. Two days have passed and it has been very quiet.

Each peak in the Moon Pavilion is connected to the ground and gathers spiritual energy for cultivation. The closer to the main peak in the middle, the richer the spiritual energy. The Dao Peak where the inner disciples are located is many times better than the outer guest peak.

Xu Hong and others were practicing quietly here. Although they were worried about Ye Ling, they did not think about the bad things.

On this day, Li Yannian paid a sudden visit, which made the three of them give up their thoughts of being pure and reticent again and entertained them with fine wine.

At the wine table, Li Yannian smiled and said: "The last time I drank all night long, it was really enjoyable. Now that the competition is over, I will return to the sect and want to come and drink with you again. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely come to Zhaoyang Mountain.

I invite you to drink my Zhaoyang Mountain Fairy Brew, Lieyun Shao!"

It's a pity that Ye Ling is not here, which makes Li Yannian feel a little regretful. He originally wanted to make friends with Ye Ling after seeing his outstanding performance on the stage, but until today, he has only met him twice.

The four of them gathered around to drink, but Xu Yang didn't accompany them.

He stopped drinking and returned home.

Butterfly is collecting fairy grass in the courtyard. Under the sunlight, she looks radiant and beautiful. Even though she is pregnant with Liujia and is about to give birth, she can't hide her stunning appearance.

"You're back!" Xiandie slowly stood up with a smile and raised the bamboo basket in his hand: "I heard that there are guests coming to drink, and I was thinking of making some dishes for you."

The more virtuous Xian Die was, the more guilty Xu Yang felt.

He hurriedly walked over and took the bamboo basket, holding the butterfly in his hand and walked into the house: "You are about to give birth. You should have a good rest at this time and don't tire yourself."

"I'm not tired," Xiandie smiled and twirled her hair: "On the other hand, you've been running out a lot lately, and I'm afraid you've wasted your practice!"

Xu Yang was startled and smiled hastily: "It's not because of the three sects competition, there are many things to do, and I am very busy. Then there is the marriage of Lu Li and Ye Qinghan, I'm afraid I won't be able to relax for a while."

"Brother Ye..." Xiandie knew that Ye Ling and Lu Li were in love, so she stopped and asked, "Husband, is there no way to help them?"

Ye Ling saved the lives of two people, and Lu Li took them to the Moon Pavilion and took care of them all the time. He kept the Die Zhuang in his heart and always thought of repaying his kindness.

Xu Yang sighed and said: "With Master's orders, the power of the Ye Family and the Holy Spirit Sect will probably be difficult to change."

Xian Die was depressed and sighed repeatedly...



At the Daofeng where Zhu Yin is located, dozens of disciples are busy going back and forth at the moment. The main hall is draped in red and decorated with jewels, giving it a festive look.

The priests of the Holy Spirit, Zhuo Longzi and Feng Qingqing, were directing these disciples and the Holy Spirit followers to make arrangements quickly.

At the entrance of the main hall, Zhu Yin and Shi Yecheng stood side by side, watching the scene in front of them.

Zhu Yin frowned and said: "Why does the Holy Spirit Sect have so many rules? It makes me dazzled and really upset me!"

Shi Yecheng said with a smile: "Let them mess around, it's just red tape and passing clouds. Those who practice Taoism should see through the illusion and trace the source!"

Zhu Yin turned to look at the main hall, with a strange light in his eyes.

Shi Yecheng didn't even look back, and said in a deep voice: "Junior sister, now the Pavilion Master is also silent, you should also know. This is definitely not the time to regret!"

"Of course I understand!" Zhu Yin said with a stern face: "As soon as this matter is over, I will withdraw from the Yue Pavilion and hide in the mountains and forests, and will not be interested in world affairs anymore!"

When Shi Yecheng heard this, his tone was emotionless: "It's up to you!"

Deep in the main hall, two Grand Master chairs were placed facing each other, with a woman sitting on each of them. It was Lu Li and the leader of the Star Hall of the Holy Spirit Church, Xu Mi!

Xu Mi's posture was enchanting, with a pair of mutton-fat jade legs exposed outside her skirt, folded crosswise. A dark green cigarette rod in her hand glowed with a little fire.

Put the cigarette stick to your mouth and take a puff, just like being in a dreamland, very comfortable. Exhale a puff of smoke, like a dream, covering the two red lips, beautiful.

Xu Mi said with a smile: "Sister Lu Li, I really envy you~ Na Ye Qinghan is handsome, young and promising. He is really a rare good husband and a good match. How can you not want to?"

Seeing Lu Li's expressionless face, Xu Mi showed his sincerity in his words: "We women are as weak as catkins and our bodies are like duckweeds. Just like ordinary women, they are just playthings in other people's hands and mounts under their crotches. But now, as a monk, we can find

A good husband, wouldn’t it be that he has cultivated in his past life and will be blessed in this life?”

Lu Li raised his head slightly and said coldly: "Although I am a monk, how can I ever be able to control my body and mind? Is this the fate that women should have?"

"Alas," Xu Mi sighed softly: "My sister said that my sister felt sad for a while. My sister heard what your master said, there is someone you miss in your heart. But my sister would like to advise you, this life-long event must not be acted on your impulse. Night.

My Xingchen Kung Fu is in perfect harmony with my sister Tianyin’s body, and my path in the future will be limitless. In order to be able to make my own decisions in the future, what does it mean to endure humiliation and bear the burden now?"

Xu Mi came close to Lu Li, gently caressed the girl's cheek with her jade hand, and whispered: "At least I have to save my life first before I have a chance to meet my lover~ Uh-huh~ Hahaha~"

The laughter continued, Xu Mi stood up and staggered out, leaving Lu Li sitting blankly in the hall, lost in thought...



The ancient moon cave sky, regardless of day or night, cannot see the warmth of the sun. It is always under the shining of a bright moon, full of silver-white brilliance.

At this moment, the heart-rending screams could no longer be heard in the cave. Ye Ling and the woman in black had survived the initial tragedy. Their minds were absorbed in the avenue, and their bodies were frantically absorbing the moonlight in the pool, improving their cultivation.

.

Ye Ling's body is as transparent as crystal, and the meridians and internal organs all over the body can be seen with the naked eye. He runs the exercises, and the innate spiritual energy in the body turns into the small Zhoutian, and then connects with the moonlight in the pool to form the Great Zhoutian.

The cycles of the Great and Small Heavens continued, constantly tempering Ye Ling's Taoist body, improving his cultivation, and his spiritual consciousness was constantly becoming clearer, and his understanding of the Tao was deepening day by day.

He sat there for three days, until the power of the moonlight accumulated in the pool was exhausted. Ye Ling suddenly stood up, and the faint silver light around his body gradually dissipated, revealing his almost perfect physique.

Every time he raised his hands and feet, Ye Ling seemed to be sinking into the great road, and the charm of the road was flowing endlessly. The sharp energy was gathered in his body, but it was like a sword with a hidden edge, and its momentum was overwhelming.

He has fully developed the Tao power and Tao blood, achieved the Tao body, and officially entered the Lingxu realm!

Escape from the world, Lingxu, otherworldly, Lingxu realm is the difference between immortals and the ordinary!

Not long after, thick clouds gradually rose in the sky, and a terrifying pressure from heaven continued to gather, descending on this world.

In the dark clouds, the thunder gradually rose, and the lightning was dazzling, making people dare not face the majesty of heaven.

"Thunder Tribulation!"

Ye Ling had already been mentally prepared. Every time he advanced to a higher level, there would be thunder and disaster, making it difficult to escape.

He also read through the classics and asked his master Chen Yan that thunder tribulation will only fall when the Ying Chong realm is promoted to the immortal realm. Monks use the purest and most powerful thunder in the world to temper their Taoist bodies and spiritual consciousness to achieve "immortality"

!

I have never heard of someone like Ye Ling who has to go through a tribulation since he entered the Huiling Realm. Even other sword cultivators do not have such treatment.

The art of swordsmanship has flourished since the Sword Ancestor ascended to the throne thousands of years ago, but it soon began to decline and it was difficult to cultivate it. After the collapse of the Wanjian Shen Sect, it was even more depressed.

Although the Tongtian Sword Sect occupies one of the seven channels of immortality, it is still a lonely tree and cannot save the situation.

Ye Ling didn't know what this thunder disaster had to do with the decline of swordsmanship, but at least he could feel God's distaste for swordsmen from the pressure of Heavenly Dao.

Ye Ling looked up at the sky, the wooden sword in his hand glowed like a rainbow, and the sharp energy all over his body slowly burst out, like a peerless magic weapon slowly unsheathing. With every inch taken out, the power of the Tao will increase several times.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, even covering the jade plate that would last for eternity. The sound of thunder filled my ears, and every sound was like the angry roar of God.

The swordsmanship soared into the sky, and Ye Ling's cultivation level reached Lingxu, his strength increased greatly, and his understanding of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique also deepened.

"Today, I will take advantage of this thunder tribulation to try out the second Heaven-Destroying Style!"

In the dark clouds, a thunder broke through the darkness and descended into the world, like silver falling from the sky, shining brightly.

"My sword has been in the box for a long time"

Ye Ling slashed down with his sword. The energy of the sword was like a half-moon, and the sharp edges formed sword marks, easily splitting the thunder in half.

The scattered lightning fell on Ye Ling, tempering his body.

The thunder became louder, and then three thunderbolts came down, each one was about ten feet thick, and could not be compared with the ordinary world.

"The world knows no swordsman"

Ye Ling's sword soared into the sky, and the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique burst out with several times its combat power. The sword light and the thunder light competed with each other. In a blink of an eye, sword marks filled the sky, and three thunderbolts were chopped into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, before Ye Ling had a chance to breathe, there were three more thunderbolts. This time, they were purple thunderbolts, and their power was several times stronger.

"Thousands of miles into the sky"

Ye Ling took a step forward, the Dao energy around his body was running wildly, and the Dao charm was criss-crossing. His whole body was like an unsheathed sword, and was swallowed up by thunder in an instant.

But the next second, in the purple light, the edge of the sword shot up into the sky and exploded from the middle. Ye Ling rushed out safely with the wooden sword in hand, and stood on the ground again, looking up at the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky still haven't dispersed, and the lightning gradually fades away. I don't know why.

Ye Ling stood proudly with his sword in hand, never slacking off at all. He could feel that the thunder tribulation was not over yet.

Not long after, the thunder light appeared again, and a total of five purple thunders came to the world, which seemed to have the power to destroy the heaven and the earth, making it difficult for people to compete.

"Decisive hand to shake away the soul"

Ye Ling turned around and performed the second move of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique with all his strength. This move was different from the bold and domineering move of the first move. Instead, it was hard yet soft, soft yet hard!

But I saw the sharp edges of the sword converging on the wooden sword, causing the sky thunder to swing forward, causing it to deviate from its original direction and spin.

In the lower realm of sword rhyme, lifting a weight is like taking it lightly!

Ye Ling stood up, the thunder was spinning around him, and the edge of the sword sank into it, constantly destroying and neutralizing the power of the thunder.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Ling put her sword aside and then plunged into the lightning.

Purple sky thunder exploded around him instantly, tempering his body, and the wooden sword was also tempered by the sky thunder, improving its quality.

Ye Ling estimated that it already had the quality of a Xuan-level Taoist weapon, and if it was cultivated diligently with its sharp edge, there would still be room for improvement in the future.

The thunder dissipated, and the dark clouds gradually receded, revealing the original sky.

Ye Ling stood on the ground, let out a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around when he heard an exclamation from behind him:

"You're a bastard, you big bastard!"


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