I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Looking at Lier, the woman licked her delicate red lips, and said in a delicate voice, "I have given birth to a handsome skin. If it is normal, I don't mind playing with you. But if you dare to covet my mother's chance, you can only die." Already!"

brush!

The fishy wind howled, blowing away the miasma.

A two-foot-long red snake with a thin bowl mouth swallowed the letter, and looked at Li Er with cold eyes.

Lear looked calmly, watching the big snake rushing towards him.

With a flick of his sleeves, a river of blood appeared out of thin air, rushing towards the big snake, engulfing the big snake in the blood.

Gudong!Gudong!

Bubbles appeared in the blood river, Lear flicked his sleeves again, and the blood river disappeared, as if nothing had happened, and there was not even a bone left from the snake demon.

The rat demon sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes were terrified, he was sweating coldly, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Seeing that Lear didn't seem to care about his plan, the rat demon sneaked and tiptoed towards the outside of the valley.

Walking out of the valley, the rat demon breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and sighed, "In these days, you must be careful and careful, cautious and cautious. After finally enlightening your spiritual wisdom and gaining the Tao, if you are not careful for a moment, you will be as red It’s not worthwhile to practice and lose your life.”

"Opportunity, you have to have your life to get it."

"Chi Lian, we met once. You didn't eat Master Shu, and Master Shu was grateful to you. But don't blame Master Shu for not showing loyalty. It's not because Master Shu didn't help you to restrain the bones, but because you didn't even have any bones left. Come on. How unfair it is!"

In the depths of the valley, Lear broke through the restriction with a flick of his sleeve, walked into the cave, looked at the purple-blue flames floating in the air, and murmured to himself, "That little demon is right. You have to be lucky to get it. "

"Are you giving me a chance, or wanting my life?"

Lear has no answer to this question.

Lear asked himself, and there seemed to be nothing in him worthy of the sage Taiqing's plan.

But do I really have a relationship with the Taiqing sage?

Are these opportunities really given to me for nothing?

After a while, Lear sighed and put away the Tushihuo.

Whether it's the opportunity given to him or his own plans, the level of the saint of Taiqing is not something he can figure out at the moment.You can only take one step at a time and make yourself stronger, so strong that you can have an equal dialogue with the Taiqing sage.

After collecting the Tushihuo, Lear turned his hands over, and there were three flames floating in front of him.

One is the vermilion Nanming Lihuo, a flame belonging to the Phoenix family.

One is the blood-colored Asura Blood Flame, a supernatural power inherited from the blood nerve.

The last flame was wearing a cyan flame coat, but the inner flame was lavender, and the flame center was purple red.This purple flame is the Tushii fire in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun.

Lear looked at the three flames in front of him, his thoughts wandering.

The Nanming Lihuo sword left by Changmei can fuse with his own flame, that's because the flame endowed by Lear's own phoenix bloodline and Nanming Lihuo come from the same source and have the same attributes.

However, Shura Xueyan, Tushi Ziqinghuo, and Nanminglihuo have different origins and different attributes, so they cannot be easily merged together.

Recalling the content of the Fire Control Jue, maybe I can create a burning technique based on the Fire Control Jue, which can fuse flames of different attributes like Xiao Huohuo, and finally form my own flame supernatural powers, becoming the ancestor of all fires.

Immediately doing what he said, Lear immediately started to improve the fire control technique.

In fact, the skill of controlling fire is not considered advanced. It is not too difficult for Lear to change the method of controlling fire into burning that can fuse all kinds of fire.No matter what you do, as long as you have an idea and a direction, it is very simple to do.

Half a month later, Lear manipulated the three flames with different attributes in front of him, carefully bringing them closer to each other, and finally fused together.

The miasma hidden in the valley all year round suddenly expanded, and then exploded, the space began to distort, and the astonishing temperature even burned everything around Lear into nothingness.

Looking at the flame in front of him covered in a blue flame coat, with a dark red inner flame and a purple-black flame center, Lear muttered softly, "Fen Jue is done. You are from Nanming Lihuo, Shura Xueyan, The Tushita Purple Fire was fused together, and it will be called the Three-Color Glazed Fire from now on."

After Lear finished speaking, the three-color glazed fire in front of him cheered and danced non-stop, as if he was extremely satisfied with his name.

There was also a smile in Lear's eyes.

This three-color glazed fire is no longer an ordinary flame, but a fire elf with life and wisdom.

If it is given tens of thousands of years, maybe it can cultivate on its own and transform into a human form.

Li Er flipped his hands, put away the three-color glazed fire, and looked through the cave to the fairy world beyond the sky.

After watching for a long time, Lear withdrew his gaze and walked out of the cave.

Walking into the valley, Lear looked at the poisonous miasma filling the entire valley, waved the miasma to collect it, and forged it into a magic weapon of cold light miasma.

Chapter 296 The Final Chapter of Shu Mountain

Lear walked among the mountains, closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, calculating that there is no treasure house of the fairy mansion in this world.

Before ascension, the immortals in this world had a habit of leaving their inheritance or treasures in the treasury for future generations.

Of course, this predestined relationship has been fixed.

Now Lear stepped in, and the treasure houses of the Immortal Mansion were opened one by one. As long as they were flying sword magic weapons that had entered the rank, they were all taken into the Sword Prison by Lear.

Emei, Dan Chenzi stood in the Taiqing Palace, put a stick of incense on the portrait of Changmei, and said respectfully, "Master, the treasure house that originally belonged to my Emei disciples has been taken away. Dan Chenzi is incompetent, it is not who did it."

The portrait raised its eyebrows and opened its eyes, and said in a deep voice, "The person who opened the treasure house is Patriarch Lear, it's normal if you can't figure it out."

Dan Chenzi nodded in relief.

Since the patriarch took it, it's fine.

If outsiders dare to take the treasures of their Emei disciples, he will suppress evil spirits and heretics no matter what.

The end of the Dharma has come, the aura of heaven and earth is exhausted, and the disciples of the disciples basically have to rely on the blessings left by the senior immortals in order to cultivate.

In the treasure house of the senior immortals, inheritance of skills, magic weapons of flying swords, elixir and elixir, these are all vital resources, so use less.

When Lear traveled all over the mountains, there were hundreds of flying swords in the Sword Prison. These flying swords were of different grades, and more than a dozen of them were demon refining fairy swords.

Among them are the fairy swords left by the ancestor Chunyang before his ascension, and there are also the fairy swords left by the immortals of various schools before their ascension.

In Lier's eyes, these ten or so magic swords are just like that, not as far away as his five-fang sword and Zhu Xian, and the rest of the flying swords are even more ordinary, but fortunately, there are many of them.

Hundreds of flying swords hung in the Blood Sea Sword Prison, strengthening the Sword Prison and adding two points of power to the Sword Prison.

Lear's Blood Sea Sword Prison can be continuously strengthened. The more swords there are, the wider the range of the Blood Sea and the stronger its power.

In the end, Lear returned to Emei.

Taking a deep look at the Taiqing Palace, Lear withdrew his gaze.

On the sky, a simple and heavy stone door opened, exuding a vicissitudes of history, as if it had existed since ancient times.

The Shimen sprinkled ten thousand zhangs of guiding light on Lear's body, trying to guide him away.

Lear looked at the stone gate, and even today, he has not figured out the origin of this stone gate.

This stone gate is not a real spiritual treasure, it has no entity at all, but it looks like a law or a breath.

It is usually entrenched in Lear's sea of ​​consciousness, but Lear has never been able to touch it.

I don't know where this stone gate will eventually lead me.

On the Golden Summit of Emei, Dan Chenzi, Li Yingqi, Seven Swords in the Clouds and others looked at Lear who was walking towards the stone gate, their faces full of doubts.

Dan Chenzi asked directly, "Patriarch, aren't you ascending to the Immortal Realm?"

Li Er glanced back at Dan Chenzi, but did not answer.

Today's Dan Chenzi, after taking charge of Emei, relied on the luck of the golden lotus blessing, and used various resources in the long eyebrow treasury, he has cultivated into the great power of the earth immortal.It has to be said that Changmei is a good master and has considered a lot for his disciples.

After Lear left, Shimen disappeared, and the world returned to peace.

Dan Chenzi and others looked at the place where Lear disappeared, still puzzled.

Their monks all aimed to ascend to the fairy world, but Patriarch Lear obviously didn't go to the fairy world, he didn't feel the breath of the fairy world at all.

In the end, Dan Chenzi didn't say anything, and bowed in the direction where Lear disappeared.

Li Yingqi and other Emei disciples followed Dan Chenzi and saluted in the direction where Lear disappeared.

If there is no Patriarch Lear, they Emei would have let the old devil Youquan step through the mountain gate and destroy the orthodoxy.Although they don't know where the patriarch went, this does not affect their gratitude to the patriarch.

In Kunlun, a fairy palace was rebuilt on the ruins.

In front of the Immortal Palace, Xuantianzong looked in the direction of Emei and muttered to himself, "The end of the Dharma has come. Emei has the blessings of senior immortals. What should I do in Kunlun? If I want to keep the Kunlun Taoism alive, what should I do?"

On Wutai Mountain, Master Jialiang looked in the direction of Emei, his eyes were full of envy.

Although Lear did not go to the fairyland when he left, he also broke free from the shackles of this world, and he will not age with this world.But they are different. They have nowhere to go, and they can't leave if they want to.

All the great powers left in the world saw Lear's leaving figure, and their eyes were full of envy.

Immortal world, Lihentian beyond 33 heavens.

In Tushita Palace, the old gentleman dressed in white heavenly clothes looked away, with a trace of compassion in his eyes, and muttered to himself, "I can't escape, the saint overlooks the long river of time, as long as we form karma with the saint, the heavens and myriad worlds will be destroyed." In any corner, he can find you."

"Get that door and you're chosen. It's your luck, it's your misfortune."

Laojun sat in front of the alchemy stove, looked at the chaotic sea outside the boundary, and shook his head.

Although he has his own emotional will, he is still not a holy man.Compared with that young man, he is even more miserable, so what qualifications does he have to sympathize with that young man?

At least that young man is an independent existence with a chance to struggle.

But I don't even have a chance to struggle, do I?

Chapter 297 Xiao Huohuo Doesn’t Want to Cultivate Battle Qi

The small town is surrounded by mountains.

On the open grassland on the top of the mountain, the young man overlooked the small town below the mountain, his face and eyes were full of loneliness.

"Three stages of fighting spirit!"

"This trash third young master, occupying the family resources for nothing, but his cultivation has been regressing all the time, look at his current face, it's really pitiful."

"Why do you pity him? At the age of three, he cultivated Dou Qi, became a cyclone at the age of seven, and became the youngest fighter in the history of the Jia Ma Empire. For a while, he was extremely prosperous. He has enjoyed all the glory that he should have enjoyed. What is there to be pitiful about? of?"

"It's a pity that the patriarch and the great elders put all the hopes of the Xiao family on him, firmly believing that he will become a Dou Huang or even a Dou Zong, and lead the Xiao family back to the peak of the past. I didn't expect him to become a Dou Zhe in the past ten years. In the middle of the year, not only has there been no progress at all, but it is also constantly retreating, which has frustrated the hopes of the entire Xiao family."

"Love is deep, hate is deep. How much hope the elders had for him at the beginning, how disappointed they are with him now."

"Hey, he was originally an arrogance whose brilliance never dared us to look directly at him!"

The taunts or pitiful sighs of the disciples of the same clan echoed in his ears, and the young man's eyes were full of loneliness.

After a while, he looked up at the sky, clenched his fists, his nails embedded in his palms and he didn't feel it broke, he clenched his teeth, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he roared in a low voice, "Why is this happening?"

"What's wrong?"

"Resurrection, I obviously cherish this opportunity, and I have never slackened in my cultivation. I have put in more effort than anyone else. God, why are you making such a joke with Xiao Yan?"

The boy was panting heavily, his immature face was full of maturity that didn't match his age.

He has been a man for two lifetimes, plus 17 years in this life, he is almost 40 years old.

Ever since he crossed over, he had been in a glorious state since he was born, but after he was seven years old, everything changed.

Whenever he cultivated a little fighting energy, the fighting energy would disappear inexplicably, and his cultivation talent seemed to disappear suddenly, from the former arrogance to a useless material ridiculed by everyone.

His father and the elders also brought in a doctor to examine him, but there was obviously nothing wrong with his body.

After the anger subsided, Xiao Yan let go of his fist, and a burning pain came from his bloody palm. The corner of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating arc, and he said softly, "Come to such a grotesque world, in this life, do you really want to be a mortal?"

Just when Xiao Yan was helpless and full of loneliness, a gap opened in the sky, and fairy light shot out from the gap, making the plants around him start to grow wildly.

Xiao Yan's eyes widened, staring at the gap in the sky, his eyes were full of anticipation.

Times come and go, could it be that Xiao Yan's chance has come?

He knew, as a time traveler, how could he not have a chance?

It's just that this opportunity came too late, and he suffered ten years of cynicism in vain.

Under Xiao Yan's expectant eyes, a man stepped out from the gap in the sky.

Xiao Yan's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and for a long time he uttered an uncomfortable sentence from his Adam's apple, "Immortal! It's an immortal! It's an immortal in my Chinese legend! But isn't this the Douqi Continent? fairy?"

Seeing the young man walking out from the gap in the sky and walking through the void, Xiao Yan instinctively told him that this is a fairy, he can't be wrong!

This man was dressed in white, tall and tall, his face was almost carved from beautiful jade, he was so natural, and at the same time, he carried a sense of immortality.

After a moment of stupefaction and a moment of shock, Xiao Yan was ecstatic to see the man approaching.

After waiting for 17 years, Xiao Yan's opportunity to become a time traveler has finally arrived!