"I don't want to fly with a sword yet." Zhao Yuan sighed.
"Brother, it's not like you are doing this. Flying with a sword needs to reach the level of flying with a sword... To use a simple analogy, your current strength can only lift 500 kilograms, even if you can do tricks easily
It's easy to lift five hundred kilograms, but if you can't handle one thousand kilograms, you just can't do it. You have now reached the early stage of flying with a sword. Although you can make the flying sword move with your efforts, it will only move once. It is useless to spend any more energy.
…”
"What can I do?" Zhao Yuan sighed.
"The monk remembers that you didn't reach the critical point last time, but now you have improved. What's the reason?"
Zhao Yuan told Monk Tianxin everything about the battle outside Blackwater City.
"Fight! It seems that you are born to be a miserable person, and you can only improve your strength by fighting constantly in adversity. The Ten Thousand Enemies and the Dragon Armor Curse you have practiced seem to complement each other. If you
If you want to achieve a breakthrough in your spiritual energy, you must cultivate to become an enemy of ten thousand people."
"...but...but, there is no suitable cultivation environment. By the way, monk, you should have some secrets of cultivation. How about you get me a simple one and start practicing again?" Zhao Yuan looked confused.
.
"Brother, the monk said that your current situation is no longer a matter of cultivation secrets. Your age is no longer suitable for cultivation. It is useless to give you ordinary cultivation secrets. On the contrary, it will be of some benefit to have those ten thousand people against you.
You yourself have said it, and Master Su Xin has also raised this issue. Don’t underestimate Master Su Xin, she is very famous in the world of cultivation. Don’t think too much. Now, the only way is to persist in cultivating Ten Thousand Enemies and
Use the Dragon Armor Curse to see if a miracle can happen."
"persist in!"
Zhao Yuan nodded fiercely.
This time, Zhao Yuan finally gave up and strengthened his determination to practice "Ten Thousand Enemies".
Zhao Yuan has always felt that "Ten Thousand Enemies" is a bit unreliable. His dream is to fly with a sword and become a true cultivator, but what makes him vomit blood is the brute force in "Ten Thousand Enemies".
It is impossible to fly with a sword in the three realms: the realm of clear eyesight and the realm of wise heart.
Fortunately, besides "The Enemy of Ten Thousand People", Zhao Yuan still has a glimmer of hope.
"Dragon Armor Curse" and "Ten Thousand Enemies" seem to complement each other. If you enter the realm of "power", you will probably be able to fly with a sword.
Zhao Yuan wanted to fly with his sword so much.
Zhao Yuan really wanted to go back to the Wan family to see Wan Ling'er, the two twin nuns, and Fairy Caixia...
…
"By the way, monk, how is your situation?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"No, in order to save you, the little bit of undead energy that the monk finally gathered completely dissipated. If it weren't for the Yin-Yang Ship, the monk would have almost lost his life." The monk said sadly.
"What should we do?"
"What else can be done? Take your time, the monk is no longer a human being or a ghost. Alas..."
"Don't worry, I will make you a Sanxian." Zhao Yuan comforted him.
"Hopefully, the monk doesn't know what he is now. He is both an evil spirit and a powerful soul. He cannot ascend to the sky or descend to the earth. If the monk dies, I wonder if the legendary King of Hell will accept him.
The monk is worried..."
"Ahem..."
"Zhao Yuan, the monk was healing his wounds in the small black sword recently. I was thinking and thinking, and suddenly a question came to my mind."
"Um?"
"What are you thinking, monk, where did those cultivators who became immortals go? Where did those ancient gods and Buddhas live? When the monk thought about it, he suddenly had an enlightenment..."
"What?"
"There is a magic circle space inside this little black sword. It can absorb spiritual energy to drive the sword to fly, and it can also allow monks to live and practice. According to this theory, is there a space like this little black sword? It's just that the space is huge. It can
Let many immortals live in it...perhaps, that space is like Zhanyun Continent, like the Great Qin Empire..."
"This is too complicated, but there is room for the Sumeru Precepts. What you said may be true, but if you want to verify it, you can only verify it after you have attained Taoism and become an immortal. There is no point in discussing it now."
"That's right, the monk is still cultivating honestly. By the way, although your two levels of spiritual energy are not enough, your killing energy is extremely heavy. The monk lives in that little black sword, and he really can't bear the fierceness.
Spiritual energy, you'd better find another flying sword, otherwise, the monk will be so stunned by you that day that he will never be reincarnated."
"Well, I still have a few flying swords... No, those are the flying swords of several disciples of the Fanjing Sect. They can't be used... Don't worry, I will find a way." Zhao Yuan immediately rejected it because he didn't want to reveal his identity.
Become the target of the world's number one cultivation sect.
"Okay, thank you, monk. You can practice slowly. The monk wants to refine the Yin-Yang Ship."
"Refining the Yin-Yang Ship?" Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"Of course, after refining the Yin-Yang Ship, the monk's soul will be integrated with the Yin-Yang Ship. The monk will not need to live in the ink sword, but will directly possess your consciousness."
"come on."
"come on!"
The two encouraged each other and practiced separately.
In order to avoid disturbing Monk Tianxin's practice, Zhao Yuan changed to the Black-Hearted Divine Wood Sword. Unfortunately, although the Black-Hearted Divine Wood Sword was a ferocious ancient killing weapon, it was a piece of dead wood and had no spiritual energy-driven magic circle at all. Zhao Yuan struggled a lot
, had no choice but to give up, and changed to a flying sword belonging to Senior Brother Fanjing Sect.
Although the quality of the flying sword of Senior Brother Fanjing Sect is good, it is not a magic weapon. It is on par with the small black sword, but it is much larger.
If the small black sword still moves occasionally, then the flying sword of the senior brother has no reaction at all to the two condensed spiritual energy of Zhao Yuan. Obviously, the flying sword of the senior brother has restrictions and needs to be refined to become a restriction.
Only the new owner of the flying sword can control the flying sword.
Zhao Yuan's current aura was suppressed by his realm and he couldn't even fly with a sword. Naturally, he couldn't refine his senior brother's flying sword formation, let alone re-impose the restriction. He had no choice but to give up and practice the realm of brute force honestly, repeatedly.
Repeated practice.
Today, the wind was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly. Zhao Yuan, who was stagnant in his cultivation, was a little upset and opened the door to the garden to bask in the sun.
At this time, autumn has arrived, the weather has turned cooler and the sun is warm, making people drowsy.
As soon as Zhao Yuan sat down, a small insect rushed in like a gust of wind, as if it had been peeping not far away.
"Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan, you are finally out of isolation." Qiu Xiaochong hugged Zhao Yuan with tears on his face.
"What's going on! Is something wrong with Xiaocui?" Looking at the tearful Qiu Xiaochong, Zhao Yuan was startled, thinking that something had happened to Xiaocui.
"Xiaocui is fine. I have something to do. She agreed to let me serve as a soldier. Wuwu... a soldier..."
"Oh..." Zhao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Speak more clearly."
"My father said that I was indolent and had nothing to do all day long, causing him trouble. He found a trust relationship with the guard of Blackwater City and asked me to go and train as a soldier. I...I don't agree...I think Xiaocui doesn't agree,
You know, my dad immediately went to Xiaocui, and the two of them hit it off without saying a few words... Wuwu..."
"Wouldn't it be great to be a soldier? Why are you so scared?"
"Brother Yuan, I'm fainting from blood! Being a soldier means fighting, and fighting means killing people. Think about it, if I went to the battlefield and was frightened by the blood all over the ground before the war started, what if I was killed?
What should I do if my horse steps on my limbs and head? What if I get hit by random arrows?"
"Ahem...that's a question. What did Xiaocui say?"
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