The First Sword of the Earth

Although he had made sufficient preparations, Wang Sheng did not expect to be so dangerous.

Just a little bit, he will be slapped on the solid fairy crystal by the surging wave of vitality. Even if his Taoist body is tyrannical, he has no idea whether he can resist it.

Fortunately, with the help of the sword spirit Yaoyun, the Wuling sword, which is no longer what it used to be, is sharp enough;

After Wang Sheng rushed out of the broken block, he immediately sensed the existence of the Feixia Sword, and displayed the Shushan Imperial Sword Technique.

Stepping on the Feixia Sword, mana was poured into this immortal flying sword that had been silent for more than ten years, and Wang Sheng easily got rid of the chasing waves behind him.

The cool air rushed in, Wang Sheng couldn't help but raised his head and screamed, his long hair fluttered freely, and some loose fairy pants shook slightly.

Reborn as a human being!

He is alive again!

Who can believe this?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Daoist Wang burst out laughing in the air, but soon saw the 'senior' who was struggling to resist the surging vitality in the air, and quickly stopped talking, looking serious.

Looking down, you can see the 'field full of colorful fairy crystals' below, and the trembling fairy crystal mountain in the most central area;

Large pieces of immortal crystals fell continuously, and dense cracks appeared on the huge jade statue, and more and more immortal light leaked out of these cracks!

"Yaoyun, what else can we do?" Wang Sheng asked hurriedly, "Such a big commotion will not cause fluctuations in the small hell?"

'No,' Yaoyun replied from the bottom of his heart, she seemed to be very tired, 'you don't need to do anything, just leave it to the immortals left behind in the underworld.

Your senior sister left the small underworld yesterday. I have been busy suppressing the ban before, but I didn't have time to tell you. You will find her later.

I have consumed too much spiritual power these days, so I need to cultivate for a while, don't let this sword leave your hands, and don't let anyone touch my... the sword where I am. '

"Don't worry, boss, you rest first."

Wang Sheng said something in a warm voice, and only now did he have the opportunity to look at the whole picture of this brand new spiritless sword.

The shape and size of the sword have not changed much,

But from the original silver-white cold sword, it became a fairy sword that seemed to be forged from crystal.

The whole body of the sword is transparent, like a whole piece of spar formed naturally, without any trace of unnaturalness;

The blade is so thin that it is almost impossible to see it with the naked eye, but the center of the sword body is thicker, and there is a fairy light flickering in it, exuding a mysterious dao rhyme all the time.

The original material of the Wuling Sword is very special, it is the crystallization of modern technology, it does not have the slightest spirituality, but it is extremely sharp, and it can increase the essence and mana.

But I didn't expect that at the critical moment, it saved him once, carried Yaoyun's immortal soul, and unleashed Yaoyun's last immortal power, creating a second earth spirit seal.

In that very short moment at that time, this spiritless sword was also re-refined by Yao Yun, and then became the shelter of Yao Yun's spirit body;

For more than ten years, this sword has endured the pressure of the entire land spirit ban. It is extraordinary, and it is equivalent to being "forged" for more than ten years. Now it is even more extraordinary.

Moreover, in order to get Wang Sheng out of the gate in advance, Yao Yun took the initiative to merge with this sword, releasing most of the vitality in the earth spirit's seal, and he has completely become the sword spirit of this sword...

Therefore, this sword is not only extremely high-grade and extremely sharp, but also has a complete sword spirit...

I don't know what level of treasure this is.

Holding it in his hand, Wang Sheng could clearly feel that this sword has some kind of close connection with himself; when he used the sword move before, Wang Sheng also felt the extraordinaryness of this brand-new spiritless sword.

The most intuitive point - the mana injected into it was fully accepted, and the increase was almost doubled.

Even among immortal treasures, this sword can be regarded as a top existence.

It's a pity that I'm just a cultivator in Tianfu Realm now, so I can't display the true power of this sword;

So he secretly made up his mind that from now on, his own strength must be worthy of this fairy sword!

The tip of the Feixia sword trembled slightly, as if paying tribute to the new Wuling sword; but the sword spirit in the Wuling sword had already rested, ignoring the Jianwan Feijian stepped on by Wang Sheng.

In Wang Daochang's sword library, the status and rarity of Feixia sword plummeted...

Senior sister left the small underworld yesterday?

Feeling the raging situation of vitality, looking at the bushes below that were blown to this side like a gust of wind, Wang Sheng was not as anxious as before he broke through.

The senior sister should have something important to go out, just ask the senior sister later.

Suddenly, he saw a house in the forest, which was shaking slightly in the wind.

Wang Sheng raised his eyebrows, stepped on the Feixia sword and landed, with his left hand open and his fingers clasped upside down, a cloud of dark golden light covered the forest hut, and then he entered it through the hidden wooden door.

This is the place where senior sister lived for more than ten years when she was waiting for her...

Sighing softly, Wang Sheng's eyes showed a little peace.

The layout of the house is tight and simple. There is a small bed in the corner, and books in 'bright colors' are piled up at the head and the end of the bed.

Not just at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, but also under the bed, the big bookcase that occupies nearly half of the cabin.

In general, the academic atmosphere here is quite strong.

Even in the small underworld, the senior sister still did not give up on 'study' in an environment without internet or electricity. This kind of perseverance really made Wang Daochang...

Powerless to complain.

Soon, Wang Sheng smiled, and behind a bookcase, he saw his 'relic' - the Liuxian robe that was framed in a large photo frame and hung on the wall.

He raised his hand and gently 'opened' the bookcase, took out the Liuxian robe, put it on himself, and saw the dressing table with the senior sister next to him, and floated over with his hands behind his back.

Simply tied up her long hair, and didn't bother to insert Daoist hairpins, and slid her fingers across the stacks of white paper, which seemed to be written by Mu Wanxuan on weekdays. .

Wang Sheng turned to the bottom few pages, and found that the word "Wang Sheng" was densely written on the pages, and he couldn't help being touched in his heart, and sighed softly.

Let's go to the senior sister.

Turning around, the wind outside has stopped. Although the burst of vitality is fierce, it has quickly integrated into the entire small underworld.

He opened the door and walked forward, only to see Po Meng falling slowly from the sky, bowing to Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng also returned the gift in a decent manner. He heard Yao Yun mention it, and knew that the fairy standing in front of him at this time was Shen Qianlin, but not Shen Qianlin, but as long as time passed, he could return to Shen Qianlin...

"Righteous man, where is His Royal Highness Yaoyun?"

Wang Sheng raised the Spiritless Sword held backwards in his hand, Po Meng looked at it with a frown, and then nodded slightly.

"So that's how His Highness kept you all alive."

Wang Sheng nodded with a smile, and said: "Fairy Yaoyun said, senior sister, as long as you keep practicing, you will be able to get out of the situation where your soul is suppressed in a few hundred years."

'Grandma Meng''s gaze changed for a moment, and then she sighed faintly, but did not answer.

"Where is my senior sister?" Wang Sheng took the initiative to ask, "Senior sister, do you know where my senior sister went?"

"Fairy Huaqing is waiting in Pingdu Mountain at this time," Meng Po said, "Recently, the small underworld has been in turmoil, and the seal seems to be broken at any time. I am afraid that she will be hurt if she stays here, so I find a reason to send her away.

At this moment, she is waiting in the Diyin Sect. "

Wang Sheng was shocked, and before he could speak, Granny Meng had already leaned over and made a gesture of invitation.

"The old man sends the martyr there."

Po Meng's respect for Wang Sheng is naturally due to Wang Sheng's leap without hesitation before.

Led by Po Meng's celestial power, Wang Sheng quickly flew through the upper and lower passages of the eighteenth floor of hell, and flew across the dim sky of the small underworld.

He suddenly asked: "Senior sister, is this small underworld near the core of the earth?"

"The small underworld is attached to this world, but it does not appear in this world. Only the gate of hell can overcome the barrier of yin and yang," Meng Po briefly explained, "Emperor Ziwei's ability is beyond our comprehension."

Wang Sheng nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

He also began to feel nervous for no reason.

Falling inside the ghost gate, Wang Sheng looked at the stone archway and sighed a little from the bottom of his heart.

More than ten years have passed in a flash, and I don't know what will be waiting for me outside, but no matter what, the senior sister should be there.

Feeling Meng Po wrapping himself with a ball of mana, Wang Sheng turned around and cupped his hands to Meng Po, saying: "Senior, take care, and let Di Yinzong come to me if you need something."

After saying that, he turned around and stepped out of the ghost gate, and there was a flash of light in front of his eyes, and when the picture returned to normal, he found himself standing on the edge of a cliff.

The gentle breeze that caresses by, with a soft sound;

In front of Wang Sheng, most of the members of the Diyin clan who gathered here because of the turmoil in the small underworld were all looking at Wang Sheng with the expression of seeing a ghost, and there were only three or four teenagers who did not know who this person was. who.

Wang Sheng searched among the crowd, and when he saw the beautiful figure behind the crowd, he subconsciously took two steps forward, but suddenly stopped for some reason.

"Master... senior sister..."

At the back of the crowd, who is the beautiful woman in the ancient light white embroidered lotus dress, who is not Mu Wanxuan who has been studying for 13 years, and who has been looking forward to it for 13 years?

At this moment, Mu Wanxuan's bright eyes were wide open, her eyebrows were curved, her eye sockets suddenly became moist, and she bit her shallow lips.

When I look at you, I know that my heart is warm and cold;

Only when we reunite with you will we know the bitterness of parting.

At that moment, between the sky and the earth, and on the cliff, it seemed that there was only each other left, you looked at me, and I looked at you.

You don't say a word, I don't say a word, but I suddenly know what you want to say in my heart.

Staring at her clear eyes, Wang Sheng's gaze returned to the calmness of the past, and the impetuousness in his heart quietly dissipated; Mu Wanxuan raised her hand to straighten the ends of her hair, her gaze was somewhat expectant.

Stepping forward, Wang Sheng wanted to walk over, walked up to her, and told her that he was back and would never leave again...

only……

"Damn it! Damn it! Daoist Wang's soul rushed out of the underworld!"

"Bring the talisman! Prepare to collect the ghost bottle, don't hurt Daoist Wang!"

"What are you shouting about! It's alive! It's alive! Daoist Wang is still alive!"