Immortal Sword Cultivation

After more than a day, the Xuanxian monk of the Zhang family began to send a message and flew out of the surface.

There were nearly 70 Xuanxians when they came, but now there are only more than 30 people left, and nearly half of them have been lost.

Above the ground, Monk Xuanxian was somewhat silent.

So many cultivators were beheaded and killed by a cultivator in the early stage of Xuanxian. It was a shame to spread it out, but these people were all shame, and no one could say anything.

"This time, we need to consider the matter long-term. We can't go down to him in a daze. He can keep attacking underground, and there is no way to go on like this."

A monk at the peak of Xuanxian said, this monk is not a light one among the many monks, his father is an immortal emperor, and his own talent is also extremely high, so when he speaks, everyone else has to pay attention.

"The ancestor of this palace secret realm attaches great importance to it. Outsiders must never know how many monks have been killed over the past tens of millions of years. Therefore, this monk will definitely die. But even so, you don’t have to worry about it. It’s impossible for him to go out."

"Even if you go out, the immortal emperor-level master uncle in the family is already waiting outside. As long as you go out, you will definitely die. Therefore, the focus of everyone’s attention is not to catch this person, but to be careful not to be caught by this person. Live, as long as someone survives and spreads the news outside, it is victory."

As soon as this monk spoke, other monks who had hesitated also agreed.

Now that one person said so, the others would naturally not object, and went to Wang Chen for compensation in a daze. The number of monks who died in Wang Chen's hands before was quite large.

"However. We can't leave like this. Instead, we have to wait for him to come out. It's best to give him a heavy blow and leave at that time."

The monk who had just spoken was speaking again, and the others also agreed, so it was set up to give Wang Chen the final blow.

...

Underground, after Wang Chen's injury healed, he felt that his cultivation base had faintly broken through, especially above his state of mind. It seems that in a flash, he can settle down and enter the realm of comprehending the profound.

"Sure enough, there will be a breakthrough between life and death. Only these few battles, not only the cultivation base has a tendency to break through, but even the mood seems to have improved."

Wang Chen understood the essence of this battle in his heart, but he didn't dare to say that there was really any big progress.

The battle is just the catalyst. After the usual accumulation, after the battle, it will naturally feel like a breakthrough. It's not that there will be a breakthrough in the battle of life and death, otherwise there are so many monks roaming around in the fairy world. Isn't it that everyone is a master, and the mood is very terrible.

Wang Chen continued his hunting for more than ten days, but he was not even met by a monk, and he was a little surprised.

"Could it be that these people are no longer underground?"

Wang Chen didn’t quite believe it in his heart. Could it be that these people are so unpersistent and obviously have such a big advantage, as long as they are allocated properly and swept across areas, Wang Chen can’t escape at all. Originally, Wang Chen still wanted to wait underground. If you can't stay any longer, go out, and then go underground.

A month later, before Wang Chen found anyone, he began to slowly ascend into the surface.

Quietly, when Wang Chen's body showed his head slightly, the magical powers came to kill him, Wang Chen's secret way was not good, and his body dropped suddenly.

A series of magical powers of the earth attribute passed over, and Wang Chen's body instantly endured the aftermath of more than a dozen magical powers, and received serious injuries.

"So cunning, waiting for me to go out."

In the depths of the earth, Wang Chen understood in an instant, but he didn't worry about it. He went out to fight. There were thirty or forty Xuanxian cultivators, Wang Chen could not beat them at all. Not afraid, but now that his strength is insufficient, Wang Chen has to come slowly.

After recovering from his injury, Wang Chen moved to a remote location and reappeared, then hid on the ground and started hunting around.

When Wang Chen checked most of the area, he found that there was no monk Zhang Family.

"The Xuanxian monk of the Zhang family has already left."

Wang Chen understood in an instant, and then flew out of the ground, and his divine sense shot a circle in the air, only to find that there was no other monk in an area here.

"Whether you leave, you can stop and practice well without these cultivators making trouble."

Wang Chen thought about it in his heart and walked into the palace.

There were no natives in this palace. Wang Chen found a place to start cultivating at will. In this place, it was very safe. There were no more monks in the back, and Zhang Family Xuanxian in front could not come back. Naturally There is nothing wrong.

Sitting down cross-legged, Wang Chen's spirit began to enter the realm of the bead again.

Among the world beads, the storage rings were opened by Wang Chen. The storage rings contained the immortal artifacts and pills brought in by the cultivator Zhang family, but these were not caught by Wang Chen. The treasure that Wang Chen was delighted with was the soil.

Brother Zhang family came all the way, and he harvested a lot of soil. Wang Chen was delighted when he got these immortal materials, and then he put the siren next to the clear spirit sacred tree.

With so much soil, the Qingling Shenmu grows very fast, almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After so many years of growth, the Qingling Shenmu is seven or eight feet tall, like a canopy. There is a peculiar aura around the trees. Under this breath, Wang Chen’s soul is calm, and the soul is calm. After coming down, the profoundness in the world pearl could be vaguely touched.

"Well, the role of Qingling Shenmu has become more obvious. Take this opportunity to practice well."

Wang Chen was plunged into the cultivation wholeheartedly. The effects of the Jiezhu Qingling Shenmu, the Heavenly Broken Ruler and the Sword Spirit began to realize the profoundness, which was more than twice as fast as before in the Dihuang Mountain Range.

Time just flew by.

In the palace where Wang Chen was, the earthy yellow runes gleamed with mysterious light, and then on the ground, a little bit of soil appeared, slowly increasing to form a number of natives, arching around the palace.

It's just that Wang Chen didn't have a soul, and these natives didn't even attack Wang Chen.

...

More than a hundred years later, Wang Chen's comprehension of the profoundness slowed down again, and Wang Chen stopped practicing. At this time, Wang Chen had already comprehended two thousand kinds of the profoundness, and his strength had increased by a few percent.

The moment the soul returned to the body, Wang Chen felt a series of attacks appearing around the body.

"Dodge."

Wang Chen drove the escape light in an instant, stepped back, and when he took a look at his spiritual sense, he discovered that dozens of natives appeared in the palace. These natives were surprisingly the same as the natives Wang Chen had seen before, but, These natives seem to be stronger.

call out!

Without hesitation, the magical path appeared, and the magic sword drew a sword light, and instantly slashed at the arm of the nearest native, but when the magic sword was about to be cut off, the native’s arm began to repair, blinking. The time effort is the seven-seven-eights of repair.

Wang Chen retreated steeply, exiting the palace, but frowned slightly.

"These natives should have appeared when I was cultivating, but they didn't attack me at that time. It seems that they should only attack creatures with spirits, but now I can't defeat the natives with my attacks. It seems that they need strength. It's a bit taller."

More than a hundred years ago~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wang Chen comprehended more than one hundred kinds of mysteries, but these mysteries were not added to the magical powers. Therefore, his strength has not improved yet, and he almost cut off the arm of this native. .

Sitting cross-legged again to practice, Wang Chen added the newly understood mysteries to the magical powers one by one. After an hour, Wang Chen felt that the power of his magical powers had increased again.

"Well, it's time to kill these natives this time."

When Wang Chen entered the palace again, he was fighting against the natives. This time as expected, although Wang Chen's strength was not as good as these natives, the natives were too slow. Under Wang Chen's constant attacks, the stone man was fatally injured and his body was slightly broken. Beheaded one by one by Wang Chen.

The natives fell to the ground, and the soil left on their bodies was collected by Wang Chen.

"With so much breathing soil, it seems that it should be considered the best among the sixth-rank immortal materials. If this is the case, then the next palace will be the seventh-rank breathing soil."

Wang Chen put away the soil and put it in the boundary beads for absorption by the Qingling Shenmu. He walked to the gate of the palace and stepped in. (To be continued...)