I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Yang Chan pampered Chen Xiang's head, her eyes were a little unbearable, and she forced a smile, "Chen Xiang, have you listened to your father and studied hard?"

Chen Xiang was furious, and slapped Yang Chan's hand away, "I don't want to study, I don't want to take the test of merit, I want to save my mother! Auntie, you are also a god, it's fine if you don't help me save my mother, why are you still here?" You want to stop me from saving my mother?"

"Where did those gods take my mother?"

Yang Chan took a deep breath and said with unbearable eyes, "Chen Xiang, you have to know that there is a difference between immortals and immortals. Immortals cannot combine with ordinary people. Your mother Baihua Fairy and your father violated the rules of heaven. It is the Jade Emperor. Order to imprison your mother in Mount Hua. Auntie is just a little fairy, even if she wants to help you, she can't help you!"

"Auntie, I beg you. Other children have mothers, but I was born without a mother. The rest of the people say I am a motherless child."

"Chen Xiang really misses mother!"

"Aunt, can you help Chen Xiang? Aunt, Chen Xiang begs you......"

Chen Xiang knelt down on the ground, crying, begging bitterly, tugging on Yang Chan's skirt, kowtowing non-stop, breaking his forehead, blood flowing.

Liu Yanchang didn't open his mouth, he knew that Yang Chan had no way to save Baihua Fairy, because the Jade Emperor was the ruler of the Three Realms, and no one could disobey the Jade Emperor's will.His temples were frosty and white, and he turned around to secretly wipe away his tears.

Chen Xiang missed his mother, how could he miss his wife less than Chen Xiang?

Chen Xiang begged bitterly, Liu Yanchang secretly wiped away tears, Yang Chan's eyes were moist, as if she saw herself back then, her heart softened instantly.

But her Yang Chan's mana is low, so what can she do?

You know, Fairy Baihua was suppressed by her second brother Yang Jian at the foot of Mount Hua personally, and she couldn't break the barrier set up by her second brother Yang Jian.

"Jade Emperor?"

Yun Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and then she came to her senses. Her lips parted lightly, her voice was melodious and ethereal, and she asked Lier softly, "Did Haotian in those days already have such power?"

Li Er shook his head and laughed, "Senior Sister, that is the Jade Emperor, the supreme ruler of the Three Realms."

Yun Xiao nodded, "That's right, you really shouldn't underestimate him."

Yang Chan suddenly came to her senses, looked at Lear, and said to Lear, "You are a good messenger, you have great supernatural powers, and you have a high status in the heavenly court. Even the Jade Emperor will give you some face."

"This child is so pitiful, please help this child and let their family reunite."

Hearing this, Chen Xiang and Liu Yanchang calmed down, looked at Lear cautiously, with hope in their eyes.

Just at this time, a cloud descended from the sky.

Wearing the heavenly clothes, holding a jade wat, the old man with the imprint of stars carved on the center of his brow came over. He looked at Liu Yanchang and Liu Chenxiang with compassion, saluted Lear respectfully, and said, "I pay my respects to the good emissary."

Lear nodded lightly, "Taibai Jinxing doesn't need to be too polite."

The old man in front of him is none other than Taibai Jinxing, the confidant of the Great Tianzun.The purpose of Taibaijinxing appearing here is self-evident.The Jade Emperor Tianzun didn't want him to intervene in this matter.

"Xianjun, the Jade Emperor invites Xianjun to go to the heaven to have a story."

Lear shook his head, "I won't go to the Heavenly Court, you report back to the Great Heavenly Venerable, and I will not interfere in the modification of the Heavenly Court."

"Yes."

Taibai Jinxing did not dare to force Lear, and retreated respectfully.

On the side, Chen Xiang's eyes were extremely bright, he knelt on the ground, moved to Lear's feet, and said earnestly, "Uncle Immortal, you must have a way, you save my mother."

Liu Yanchang opened his mouth and lifted the hem of his clothes.

The scholar who does not kneel to ghosts and gods, nor to heaven and earth knelt in front of Lear, begging, "Shangxian, please save my lady."

Li Er's eyes were deep, and he shook his head and said, "I promised the Great Heavenly Venerable that I will not interfere in this matter. To save Fairy Baihua, you have to rely on yourself."

Saying that, Li Er held Yun Xiao and said softly, "Senior Sister, let's go."

Seeing Li Er leave with Yun Xiao, Yang Chan yelled, "Lear, I misread you! Bah, what kind of good messenger are you? You're just a shrinking turtle."

Hearing Yang Chan's curse, Li Er shook his head and laughed.

Chen Xiang and Liu Yanchang stood there with blank eyes, their eyes filled with despair.

Yang Chan's chest fluctuated, looked at Chen Xiang and Liu Yanchang, and said firmly, "It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to make a move, Auntie will help you rescue mother!"

Chen Xiang raised his head suddenly.

Yang Chan said to herself, "My second brother Yang Jian is the god of justice in the Heavenly Court, and also a famous God of War in the Three Realms. There are not many gods in the Three Realms who can defeat my second brother. The bastard just now was one, but he is unwilling to make a move."

"Besides that bastard just now, there is another person in the Three Realms who is not weaker than my second brother."

"Let's go! Chen Xiang, Auntie will take you to Mount Emei to find Monkey King, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!"

Li Er didn't care whether Chen Xiang could rescue his mother or not.

Compared with Chen Xiang saving his mother, Lear has one more important thing to do.

Chapter 390 Smelting the Four Swords

In the East China Sea, there is a barren hill.

There is not even a changeling monster in the small hills.

Today, barren hills welcomed two powerful men.

Returning from the four major continents, Yun Xiao lacked interest.After being suppressed for tens of thousands of years, Qilin fell to the Three Realms again, and the Three Realms had already changed the world.

On the barren hill, Lear looked at the vast East China Sea, turned his head towards Yunxiao and said, "Senior Sister, please protect me for the next period of time."

Yun Xiao nodded with a smile.

In fact, at Lear's level, it is extremely difficult to advance further.

Don't you see that the Twelve Golden Immortals can't make any progress for thousands of years?

It is naturally impossible to practice step by step.

Jade Emperor Tianzun practiced extensively for hundreds of millions of kalpas before he attained supernatural powers and ruled the Three Realms.

With time to pile up, you can naturally accumulate huge and profound mana.But if you want to break through, it simply cannot be piled up with time.

Lear has a crazy idea.

Since he can carry the spirit of the Four Swords, he must be able to melt the Four Swords into his body, primordial spirit, soul, consciousness, thoughts, and even the true spirit.

Lear has this foundation.

From the moment he set foot on the rivers and lakes and roamed the world of mortals, the sword has always been the most important means of killing in Lear's hands.

He once searched for thousands of swordsmanship, melted thousands of swords into one furnace, and obtained a sword heart.He also absorbed the essence of Wanjian, tempered a sword gall, dominated Wanjian, and became the king of swords.He even destroyed a sword world, summed up the infinite wisdom of swordsmanship, and shaped a sword bone.

The sword heart, sword gall, and sword bone are all available. He can continue to take the next step, cultivate the sword body, transform into the sword soul, sword soul, and even the thoughts can be cultivated into sword thoughts.

There is a great risk in smelting the Four Swords of Jade Immortals into the body. Basically, there are ten deaths and no life.

The Four Swords of Zhu Xian are too fierce!

The number one killing treasure under the law of heaven is not just talk.

The four swords are in the hands of the saints of the Qing Dynasty, and they cannot be broken without the four saints. They repeatedly cut the faces of other saints, from which we can know the fierce power of the four swords.

In the four swords, there is a monstrous murderous and hostile spirit, which is unparalleled.

No one dared to think of smelting the Four Swords.

But dare Lear!

Whenever he looked up at the sky, Lear always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him from outside the sky, which gave Lear a sense of urgency.

Taishang Kaitianlu practiced independently, and the figure born in Lear's Sea of ​​Consciousness seemed to be about to come back to life, possessing the characteristics of life, which made Lear restless.

So Lear came up with a bold and crazy idea.

He wants to smelt the four swords of Zhu Xian, cultivate the sword body, cultivate the sword soul, cultivate the sword soul, cultivate the sword mind, and cultivate the sword consciousness.Use Sword Soul, Sword Soul, Sword Mind and Sword Consciousness to cut off the figure entrenched in the sea of ​​consciousness, and cut off the traces of the Supreme Kai Tianlu in the body!

Lear knew that once he started to smelt the Four Swords, he would be very likely to be destroyed by the murderous arrogance bred in the Four Swords, and even destroy his soul and spirit.

If an ordinary golden fairy dared to do this, he would definitely die.

Even Daoist Da Luo didn't dare to think like this.

The number of Dayan is fifty, the title of heaven is forty-nine, and the one who has escaped is the variables that existed before the opening of the sky, full of infinite possibilities.

Lear's betting!

The Taiqing sage imprisoned the fleeing one on himself, so he was a variable, full of infinite possibilities.

Besides, with the experience of searching for the heart of the sword, cultivating the guts of the sword, and shaping the bones of the sword, Lear felt that there was a one-in-ten-thousand chance that he could successfully forge the four swords, cultivate the supreme sword body, and kill the sword soul and sword soul.

In front of him, four long swords floated.

Take a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

The scarlet Jade Immortal, the dark green Killing Immortal, the dark purple Trapping Immortal, and the pitch-black Absolute Immortal, with a thought in Lear's mind, pierced Lear's body with a puff, nailing him to the cave wall.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the spirit of Four Swords seemed to have realized something, and began to struggle crazily, murderous rage surged, instantly piercing Lear's sea of ​​consciousness full of holes.

Lear's eyes were indifferent, showing a cold smile, and whispered to himself, "If you succeed, you will live, if you fail, you will die!"

With the sea of ​​consciousness as the battlefield, the spirit of the four swords wants to break through the shackles of Lear's sea of ​​consciousness.

The milky white ancestral fire penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness, igniting Lear's soul.

Using the ancestral fire as a guide to fuel the burning of the soul, Lear risked everything and wrapped the spirit of the Four Swords with the burning fire of the soul.

If he can smelt the four swords, he will successfully cultivate the Supreme Sword Body and the Supreme Sword Soul and Sword Soul.

If he can't forge the four swords, his body will be annihilated, his soul will be scattered, his true spirit will perish, and his consciousness will be completely wiped out.

It's a big gamble on top of everything.

The four swords were pierced into Lear's chest, and blood stained the body of the four swords.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the fire of the soul envelops the essence of the four swords, and they do everything to melt the immortals, kill the immortals, trap the immortals, and the immortals.

The four long swords were wrapped in flames, and they were furious, their murderous aura wanted to destroy Lear's soul and sea of ​​consciousness.

Time passed bit by bit, extremely long.

Lear and the Four Swords wrestle with each other.

From the moment he ascended to the immortal throne, for a long period of time, Lear no longer knew what pain was.

Now, Lear felt the pain again.

A steel knife pierces the bone, and a thousand swords pierces the heart. This kind of pain is nothing.

Mountains of knives and sea of ​​fire, deep frying in a cauldron, and the pain of eighteen levels of hell are nothing.

Blood gurgles, constantly infecting the body of Four Swords.

Lear's fairy body was shriveled, his blood was drained dry, and his bone marrow was drained dry. He sank into endless pain, and the pain from the depths of the true spirit nearly collapsed his consciousness several times.

The three souls and seven souls envelop the four sword spirits and burn fiercely, assimilating the four sword spirits bit by bit.

A piece of human skin was nailed to the cave wall by four fierce swords, and the faint thought was like a candle that was about to be extinguished, blooming a bean-sized flame in the darkest night.

One year, two years, three years...ten years.

Lear's breath of life disappeared, his soul fluctuations were about to disappear, and even his thoughts were about to disappear.

The East China Sea is full of blue waves and calm.

On the barren hill, Yun Xiao's beautiful eyebrows were tangled together, and her hands had nowhere to rest. She walked back and forth at the entrance of the cave like a mortal woman, her face full of anxiety.

Feeling that Lear's breath of life is weakening day by day, and the breath of soul is weakening day by day. Now, she can't even sense Lear's thoughts. How can this not make her anxious?

Yun Xiao wanted to rush into the cave to find out, but she knew she couldn't do that.

Walking back and forth in front of the cave, every moment was a torment for Yunxiao. She put her hands together and looked out of the sky, her eyes were anxious, her expression was pious, and she said softly, "Master, you must keep him safe!"

out of the sky.

In the Holy Land of Taiqing, an old man is sitting on a futon. He has white beard and white hair, and even his robes are snow-white. His body is slightly bent. A pair of indifferent eyes look at the barren hills of the East China Sea through the 33-fold sky, without any emotional fluctuations. .

In the holy land of the Qing Dynasty, a tall and straight young man in a green Taoist robe, with an appreciative smile on his face, said to himself, "I haven't seen such a boldness since the opening of the sky. If you succeed in smelting Zhu Xian, then your chances of winning will be higher." Much bigger!"

There is a barren hill in the calm East China Sea.

A beautiful woman prayed silently on a barren hill, surrounded by dead silence.

Suddenly, the East China Sea was windy.

Chapter 391 Supreme Sword Body

The East China Sea is windy.