Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 314: Natal Magic Sword!This mountain is called Qingping Mountain (two in one)

Xuantian Daozhong, whose surname is Li.

"This is not very friendly." Li Mo frowned slightly.

The unparalleled species in ancient times, the first child in the world.

The Xuantian Dao Seed is the ambition of His Majesty Shenzong, and it is also the greatest fortune and change in history. Once it is born, it will affect the pattern of the world.

The fate of all beings will be changed accordingly.

Such an existence, Li Mo is not willing to have the same surname as it is too ostentatious.

"Your opponent has actually seen the Xuantian Dao Seed?" Li Mo said in a deep voice.

There are three major sword types in Xuanmen. I heard that another one was trained not long ago. Of course, it is just a legend. Infinite sword species.

Feng Wannian disappeared for so many years and hid in Luofu Mountain, always wanting to get rid of the shackles of the Xuantian Dao Seed.

On the other hand, that Wuliang Sword Seed was deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself. He brought the Sword Seed's physique to the extreme, his strength was unimaginable, and he always regarded Feng Wannian as a serious problem.

"Of course, when I killed myself for the first time, that person probably already sensed it." Feng Wannian said in a condensed voice.

The "that person" he mentioned naturally refers to [Xuantian Dao Seed]. In the eyes of the latter, Feng Wannian is just his nourishment. avoid.

"So he summoned the immeasurable sword species?" Li Moming realized.

"It should have been at that time..." Feng Wannian's face was ugly: "Huo Wuqing is very changeable, and the city is also very deep..."

Boundless sword species, born in [Tianchan Mountain], was selected by Xuantian Pavilion at a very young age, brought into the gate, and cultivated as a sword species.

His lay name is Huo Wuqing.

It stands to reason that, as a Taoist swordsman, he should be very clear about his situation, and he should be in the same position as Feng Wannian, and he should share the same hatred.

"This man is really smart." Li Mo couldn't help sneering, his eyes darkened.

In Huo Wuqing's mind, based on the principle of joining if he can't resist, once his position changes, the conflict will disappear.

For example, after Ximen Daguan and Pan Jinlian are finished, if Wu Song finds out, then the high official will definitely die, but if the high official also punishes Da Lang, then how do you let Wudutou deal with himself? ?
There are three people lying on a kang, who do you ask Wudutou to do?The conflict disappeared immediately.

"This person keeps repeating himself, and he wants to have both ways, but I'm afraid he still won't be able to escape his fate..." Feng Wannian said in a deep voice.

What kind of existence is the Xuantian Dao Seed, once it is born, it absorbs nourishment, it is naturally ruthless and selfless, how can it care about any affection.

In his eyes, the current Wuliang Sword is just a tool.

"But he can live very well now, I'm afraid he has gained a lot of benefits."

"You're right..." Feng Wannian nodded.

During the period of his retreat, he received a lot of information and fragments, all from other sword types... including Huo Wuqing, of course.

This person was once summoned, went to that hidden place, and saw the extremely mysterious Xuantian Dao Seed.

"Did you see clearly?" Li Mo couldn't help asking.

"No."

Feng Wannian looked solemn, and shook his head involuntarily: "That kind of existence is elusive, with a large body, without falsehood, and hard to see..."

In an instant of light and shadow, Feng Wannian saw a ray of mysterious light soaring into the sky, covering the sky and the earth, making him feel lost.

In the vagueness, he only heard Xuanyin chanting, lingering and lingering, endless.

"Congenital weather, casting spiritual roots, the avenue is not far from the Xuanmin Gate..."

"Enlighten the truth and return to the original, although this body has a different life forever..."

Feng Wannian said softly: "Huo Wuqing got a scroll of calligraphy, but he learned a lot..."

"That's baby."

"Xuantian Daozhong's handwriting!? It's really alive..."

For some reason, Li Mo instinctively disliked the legendary [Xuantian Dao Seed].

This made him think of the big killer in his previous life. Once it appears in this world, it will definitely break a certain balance, which is not a good thing for most people.

Moreover, this kind of influence is extremely far-reaching, but many people are living in the radiation and do not know it.

"Huo Wuqing has achieved good luck, and with this scroll, he has already stepped into the upper seedling realm."

Feng Wannian clenched his hands tightly, his eyes glowing brightly.

In order to sever the connection with the Xuantian Dao Seed, he has killed himself many times. This time, his cultivation has stabilized at the [Miao Living Realm], which is no different from Li Mo.

"Shangmiao state... is not bad." Li Mo didn't think so.

Since he stepped into the [Living Miao Realm], he successively killed Yuan Changqing and Tang Jizhou, both of whom are masters of the [Shang Miao Realm].

Therefore, the existence of this level is no longer considered dangerous in Li Mo's eyes. Even on weekdays, Wang Lingce's eyes are no longer the same as before, more or less casual.

"You've been a little drifting lately."

Feng Wannian gave Li Mo a blank look, shook his head and said, "Xuanmen swords are not the ones you met..."

"For us, the Shangmiao state is a special threshold..."

Ordinary [Shangmiao Jing] is to use the physical body to carry different kinds of energy, so as to make a life leap and step into a higher level.

But Xuanmen swords are different. In order to reach this level, they need to refine [Natural Law Sword], carry it with the body, and worship with the sword species.

Once successful, the strength is extraordinary and refined, and the cultivation base is earth-shattering, which is simply unimaginable.

Feng Wannian knew that Huo Wuqing must have practiced his own natal sword, and he practiced it with sacrifices. Among his peers, he had rarely met an opponent.

"The sword of life is no small matter. It is made of oneself, with the help of earth fire, communication with sky thunder, the aura of the void, and the luck of the world. It can be said to be close to death..." Feng Wannian said in a deep voice.

"It's like training yourself?" Li Mo blurted out.

"Almost..." Feng Wannian nodded.

"Wait... Didn't you say that you had already reached the [Chengmiao state] when you were the strongest before? You didn't practice the natal sword at that time?" Li Mo raised his hand to interrupt.

Feng Wannian has experienced self-cultivation many times, the highest point is the [Chengmiao state], which ranks in the fourth level of spiritual breath, and is still above the [Shangmiao state].

"No..." Feng Wannian shook his head.

"It is precisely because I know the dangers of refining the natal sword that I took a shortcut... I am also young, and I am too eager for the realm..." Feng Wannian couldn't help but sigh,

The road back then was completely sinking, which was tantamount to consuming the potential of the sword species.

"If you really don't want to be nourishment, this is the only way to go." Feng Wannian's eyes narrowed suddenly.

"Although Huo Wuqing took refuge in the Xuantian Dao Seed, I'm afraid it's a vain act, otherwise he wouldn't risk his life to practice the natal sword."

"This person is rebellious." Li Mo said in a deep voice.

While talking, Li Mo looked at Feng Wannian: "Do you want to refine the natal sword?"

"Naturally... the time is not waiting for me..." Feng Wannian nodded.

Once Xuan Tian's birthday starts, that person will be born, and if he gets angry and targets himself... that would be a big disaster.

Therefore, before that, Feng Wannian will definitely try his best to improve his strength.

"Don't worry, I used the seed to feed the demon, and I already have another kind of power in my body, and refining the natal sword may not be so dangerous."

When Li Mo heard this, his heart moved slightly. He knew that the things hidden in Fumo Temple were passed down from the forbidden area of ​​Shenzong.

"How sure are you?" Li Mo asked with concern.

"Fifty percent."

"Only [-]%!?" Li Mo frowned slightly. To him, he was not [-]% sure. It was no different from sending him to death. It was better to hang on first.

"It's already very high. Before the retreat, I wasn't even [-]% sure."

Feng Wannian was a little speechless: "The most urgent thing to delay now is to find a treasure mountain as a sword furnace."

To refine the natal sword, you need to absorb the fire from the ground, stir the thunder of the sky, attract the spiritual energy from the ten directions, enter the natal medicine, and temper the body to produce the sword.

Therefore, a treasure land is needed as a cauldron and a vessel.

Such a treasure land must hide the bell spirit of heaven and earth, and also hide the opportunity to kill, and the ghosts and gods will protect it, and everyone will embrace it.

"Beimang Mountain is a good place. There are [-] tombs there. If you practice swords here, you will become very dangerous." Feng Wannian smacked his lips.

"How dare you think..."

Li Mo was a little speechless: "Beimang Desolate Hill...there is the dojo of [Bei Sha Xuan Zang]...you don't want to live anymore?"

The Dojo of the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world...who would dare to practice swords there?
Not to mention arousing the visions of heaven and earth, just refining the natal dharma, but absorbing the precious qi, bell spirit and luck, is invisibly destroying the foundation of others.

In the whole world, I'm afraid you can count on one hand those who have the guts to practice swords in the Dojo of the Eight Great Demon Immortals.

"I'm just thinking about it... It's a pity that the [Soldier Lord] is not in the museum now, otherwise I can ask this big guy for advice." Feng Wannian smacked his lips with regret on his face.

Among the Xuantian Qijue, the warrior master is known as the world's number one imperial weapon master. Back then, he took over the three great weapons of Guixu with his bare hands.

"The military master is good at this?" Li Mo was quite curious about this Xuantian Qijue.

"Of course, even the owner of the pavilion calls it the name of the master of all soldiers in the world... It is said that in the world, any weapon with some aura is within its induction, and it can call the name and sense it from a distance...anyone In front of him, a weapon is like an emperor in court."

Feng Wannian talked about the military master, but he was eloquent: "The military master's method of refining weapons is also unique in the world..."

"I heard from the old man in the museum that he once helped the White Clothes Sword Immortal to cultivate his world's number one killing sword."

"No Life Killing Sword!?" Li Mo blurted out.

"Tsk tsk, after all, I entered the Xuantian Pavilion, and my knowledge has increased a lot." Feng Wannian grinned and said, "It's the sword of lifelessness."

"I heard that the Wusheng Killing Sword is known as the number one sword in the world... Since it is the number one sword in the world, how can it be repaired? Who can damage the sword body?" Li Mo's thinking was extremely detached.

"The Sword Immortal in White has been famous for five hundred years...he is one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, and his reputation is astonishing, but he is not invincible..."

"As for who in this world can injure the Wusheng Killing Sword... I think there are only a handful of them... As for who..."

Feng Wannian spread his hands: "I don't know either."

"Then why are you farting so much?" Li Mo said speechlessly.

"I saw that you are so interested in the White-clothed Sword Immortal, so let's chat casually... If you are really interested, I can get you the signed sword case of the White-clothed Sword Immortal..." Feng Wannian approached and said with a smile.

"I have a way."

"Sooner or later, I borrowed the Inanimate Killing Sword from the White Clothes Sword Immortal, and chopped you alive, you fake seller."

"What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight?"

Feng Wannian looked indifferent: "That kind of existence, the dragon can't see the end, it's not something we can see casually, let alone borrow his magic sword..."

"Did you leave your mind at home when you went out today?"

After talking, Feng Wannian went out.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to look through the secret files of ancient books these days to see if there is any suitable treasure land."

"By the way, let me introduce you to a friend."

"What friend?"

"The son of the Prince of Zhennan, he is a man... Merry..."

"You have already climbed up to the big tree of King Zhennan? Look, I said back in Luofu Mountain, when it comes to eating soft rice, you will be the second, and absolutely no one will dare to be the first."

"Tear your mouth apart... By the way, Senior Sister has also come to the capital."

"Senior Sister Yan? Take a look, a thousand miles of soft food, you say you...wasted this talent for nothing."

"roll……"

The figures of the two gradually moved away, and their voices became smaller and smaller, and finally melted into the wind, like the rustling of fallen leaves, inaudible.

In the evening, Li Mo set up a table in the Youlong Hall. He treated the guests, and Master Ji paid for it. It was a celebration of Feng Wannian's departure... Hong Xiaofu, Shang Xujian, and Yan Zixia all attended.

Ji Shi and Feng Wannian are not meeting for the first time, but they are considered formal acquaintances.

One is the heir of the Zhennan Prince, and the other is the overbearing sword species...It just so happens that the two people's paths are not right, but they have a feeling of meeting each other and cherishing each other as heroes.

This night, everyone had a great time drinking, but Yan Zixia had a taste of it. During the dinner, she pulled Li Mo aside, saying that she might leave the capital in a few days and go back to Luofu Mountain to have a look.

Regarding this, Li Mo was a little itchy. He had been out for a while, and he often missed it, and wanted to go back and have a look.

"Senior Sister, why don't you wait for me... After a while, I will accompany you."

"Alright." Yan Zixia thought about it, but she didn't refuse.

Coincidentally, she also wanted to stay in the capital and stay with Li Mo for a while longer.

……

For the next few days, Feng Wannian hid in the [Sanwei Bookstore] in Xuantian Pavilion all day long, searching for ancient books, hoping to find a treasured place suitable for refining the natal magic sword.

After five days of sleepless nights and food forgetting, he really found it.

On this day, he found Li Mo with a scroll of yellowed ancient books.

"Feilai Mountain!? What is this place?" Li Mo looked at the introduction in the book.

This famous mountain is not too far from the capital city, after leaving the capital city, passing Wangxuan City, and going east for another [-] li is Feilai Mountain.

"It is said that in ancient times, a mountain once fell from the sky, and a small part of it landed in the wild land of Liangzhou, and the rest is today's Feilai Mountain..." Feng Wannian said happily.

"His Majesty Shenzong once practiced profound arts here, forged magic weapons, and absorbed most of the essence and spirit of Feilai Mountain."

"Later, Hei Jian also practiced swords here..."

Feng Wannian briefly introduced the records about Feilai Mountain in ancient books.

"Since then, Feilai Mountain has lost most of its Zhong Ling, and it is not as famous as it used to be..."

"However, this place is extraordinary after all, and the remaining spirits are enough for me to refine my natal magic weapon." Feng Wannian's eyes glowed brightly.

"The mountain that fell from the sky?" Li Mo turned his eyes lightly: "Didn't it mean that a small part fell in other places? Why don't you go there to practice?"

From Li Mo's point of view, Feilai Mountain seems to have been absorbed by the predecessors, so it is better to go to that hill to practice.

"It's a barren mountain. When it fell, all the gods of good fortune were sucked dry by Feilai Mountain...it's not famous..." Feng Wannian shook his head, looking at the ancient book in his hand.

"You see, even the name looks so ordinary."

"What's it called?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"This mountain is called Qingping Mountain!!!"

(End of this chapter)