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Chapter 1544 Youlong Sword Formation (please subscribe for monthly ticket)
"Experience does not mean absolute, so does aptitude. Those monks with spirit bodies have not very rich experience, and they have not yet entered the Nascent Soul Stage. The Wuling Sanren are Wuling Roots, so they also entered the Nascent Soul Stage?"

Wang Changsheng did not agree with Wang Qingling's statement, and his face was full of sadness.

Wang Huabin has failed, I hope Wang Mengbin succeeds!
Wang Mengbin's experience is indeed richer than Wang Huayan's, but Wang Changsheng is not sure that Wang Mengbin will definitely be able to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Rumbling thunder continued, silver lightnings poured down, the entire valley was flooded by the dazzling silver thunder, the ground shook violently, dust flew up, several peaks shook violently, and a large amount of gravel rolled from the stone walls fall.

After the time of a cup of tea, the thunder cloud was still more than a hundred feet in size. Amidst a huge roar, the thunder cloud turned into a silver giant tiger with a size of more than thirty feet. It swooped down from the sky and plunged into the Entered Wang Mengbin's cave.

Rumble!
After an earth-shattering loud noise, the two mountain peaks exploded suddenly, turning into dust all over the sky, thick smoke billowed, and countless flying sand and rocks were blown away by powerful air waves.

As soon as these flying sand and rocks got close to Wang Changsheng and the three of them, they were blocked by an invisible force and could not move forward.

After a while, the smoke and dust dissipated, the valley was razed to the ground, and the Lei Xing Lingguo tree was also blasted into slag by the thunder calamity. Some silver sawdust was scattered on the ground, and the silver sawdust shone with a faint spiritual light.

Wang Changsheng, Wang Qingling and Ye Haitang flew into the valley, their eyes swept around, looking for Wang Mengbin.

A large cloud of smoke and dust was splashed on the ground, Wang Mengbin crawled out from a mound, his clothes were ragged, his face was disheveled, he looked a bit embarrassed, his face was pale, his expression was agitated, and a huge spiritual pressure was exuding from his body.

"Haha, I have finally entered the Nascent Soul stage."

Wang Mengbin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. After hundreds of years of practice, he finally entered the Nascent Soul Stage. Throughout the ages, how many monks stopped at the Golden Core?

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly, and his hanging heart was finally relieved. The more Nascent Soul cultivators in the family, the safer the family would be, and he could travel with confidence.

It took a long time for Wang Mengbin to return to normal. He calmed down his excitement, walked quickly to Wang Changsheng, bowed and said, "Grandson pays respects to the ancestor."

"Meng Bin, congratulations! Three blessings come to you today."

Wang Changsheng said with a smile, the Queen of Swallowing Ants, the Double-eyed Mouse and Wang Mengbin have advanced one after another.

Wang Mengbin was taken aback for a moment, and asked curiously: "Three happiness is coming to the door? Auntie and the others have also entered the Nascent Soul Stage?"

"That's not true. Qing Qing and Qing Jun are still retreating. Hua Yang failed. Meng Bin, you just gave birth to a baby. Take good care of yourself and strengthen your cultivation. First go to Qinglian Peak to practice. Meng Fen will send someone to help you rebuild the cave. of."

Wang Changsheng exhorted with a concerned look on his face.

Wang Mengbin responded and followed Wang Changsheng towards Qinglian Peak.

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Donghuang, Taiyi Xianmen.

A secluded small courtyard with blue tiles. In the corner of the courtyard, there is a silver fruit tree more than ten feet high. The fruit tree has luxuriant branches and dozens of light silver fruits hanging on it. There are some silver leaves scattered on the ground. The leaves were cut by sharp tools. Yes, the edges are smooth.

Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged under the fruit tree, staring at the silver fruit tree, the nine blue glass swords moved slowly among the silver fruit trees, the speed was very slow, surprisingly, the blue glass sword didn't touch a single leaf or tree trunk.

He is practicing the sword formation, which he learned from Taiyi Sword Wall.

After a while, Wang Qingshan's sword art changed, and the nine green glazed swords suddenly shone with blue light, scurrying up and down the silver fruit tree, the sound of breaking wind was loud, accompanied by a loud sword chant, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and the sword light was like a rainbow. Electricity, looking from a distance, nine blue lights are flying around among the silver fruit trees.

Strangely, the nine Qingli swords did not touch a single leaf, nor did they touch the trunk.

Wang Qingshan's face showed joy, and with a pinch of the sword formula, the nine blue lights burst out with a resounding sword chant, and turned into nine blue lights and flew towards him. It was torn apart by nine blue lights.

The speed of the nine blue lights is getting faster and faster, leaving behind afterimages, vaguely forming a miniature cyan dragon, and the cyan dragon is rampaging.

After a while, Wang Qingshan's sword art changed again, and nine blue lights fell in front of him, turning into nine flying swords with blue light, and each blue glass sword released a loud sword chant sound, like a living thing Generally, the shaking is non-stop.

"Let's call it Youlong Sword Formation!"

Wang Qingshan's eyes were full of joy, and he said to himself.

It took him ten years to perfect this set of sword formations. This set of sword formations integrates offense and defense, which is far from comparable to the sword formations he has mastered in the past.

Sword cultivators at the same level are almost invincible, which is the consensus in the world of immortal cultivation, but sword cultivators' defense is not strong, and they are afraid of body cultivators' close-up sneak attacks.

This set of Dragon Sword Formation integrates offense and defense, with many changes, with the Qinglian Sword as the eye of the formation, it is more powerful, but Wang Qingshan has no chance to test the power of the Dragon Sword Formation for the time being, and it can only be seen through actual combat.

"It's not a short time to come out, and it's time to go back to Qinglian Island."

Wang Qingshan said to himself, once he squeezed his sword formula, the nine green glass swords turned into nine blue lights, disappeared into his sleeves.

Wang Qingshan got up and went out, and the three cunning were lying at the gate of the yard, it is currently a third-tier mid-grade.

He pursues the way of swordsmanship, and he doesn't care much about the cultivation of the three cunning. For him, the three cunning are just used for transportation. He is not Wang Qingling, and he regards all spirit beasts as everything.

Wang Qingshan jumped onto the back of Sanshoujiao, his legs pinched Sanshouqiao's abdomen, Sanshoujiao let out a deep roar, and flew towards the sky.

On the road, I met many disciples from the Taiyi Immortal Sect. They all stopped and made way for them. Wang Qingshan nodded and said nothing.

A quarter of an hour later, the three cunning appeared outside a vast and boundless blue bamboo forest. Looking around, the spiritual bamboos in the bamboo forest were more than a hundred feet high. Outside the bamboo forest stood a three-foot-high blue stone tablet. On the stone tablet was engraved " "Xiaoyao Forest" has three big golden characters, this is the cave of Xiaoyao Sword Master.

As soon as Wang Qingshan landed, Sword Master Xiaoyao's voice suddenly sounded: "It took so long to comprehend a set of sword formations, come in! I have something to tell you as a teacher."

As soon as the words fell, the green spirit bamboo moved quickly, making way for a passage, and Wang Qingshan strode in.

Not long after, he appeared in front of a simple cyan bamboo building. The interior of the bamboo building was simple and simple. Sword Master Xiaoyao was lying on a bamboo slum, holding a cyan gourd in his hand. His face was flushed red and he smelled of alcohol. .

"The disciple meets the master."

Wang Qingshan walked quickly to Sword Master Xiaoyao, and bowed in salute.

"What is the name of the sword array you comprehended? It actually took ten years."

Sword Master Xiaoyao poured a sip of spirit wine into his mouth and asked casually.

"Youlong Sword Formation, after ten years, this disciple has finally perfected this set of sword formations."

Wang Qingshan's face was full of joy. To be honest, it took ten years to perfect a set of sword formations, and it would even take thousands of years to perfect a set of exercises.

(End of this chapter)