Apocalypse Paradise

Following Liu Le all the way to Wanbao Pavilion, Liu Le negotiated. Wang Yi took out a batch of blue weapons, which are the spiritual treasures of this world, and two magic weapons.

These things are not too rare in Wanbao Pavilion. Wang Yi got a relatively fair price and then walked out of Wanbao Pavilion.

"Ale, do you know where I can find information?"

Liu Le looked at Wang Yi, a little unsure, but still asked, "I don't know what kind of information the young master is looking for. If it's not too secretive, I can probably help the young master."

When Liu Le saw Wang Yi casually taking out so many weapons, he felt more and more that the person in front of him might be a young master who came from some aristocratic family to experience life!

"It's probably news about monsters or something like that..." Wang Yida said.

After hearing Wang Yi's words, Liu Le lowered his head and looked like he was thinking carefully, but Wang Yi felt that his breath was unstable for a moment.

But Liu Le quickly restrained himself. After thinking for a while, Liu Le introduced Wang Yi to the general division of power of the demon clan.

"There are 12 Thrones in the Fairy Continent. They rule different areas. In addition, there are three Demon Ancestors, but there has been no news about them in the past hundred years! There is also a city opposite Yixiantian. City of Ten Thousand Tribes. In the City of Ten Thousand Tribes, there are not only various demon races but also human races..."

After listening to Liu Le's words, Wang Yi also had more clues about the mission. According to Liu Le, the demon clan's throne strength was at the eleventh level at its lowest. Sighing softly, Wang Yi thought that he couldn't let a person from the eighth realm go to conquer the eleventh realm! According to the urine properties of Apocalypse Paradise, it should be able to kill demons in the ninth or tenth realm.

But that doesn’t mean the task is easy! The monsters who can reach the Ninth Realm have all made their own way in this world, not to mention they are not fools waiting for Wang Yi to kill them.

You still have to plan slowly. Wang Yi is now just a step away from the Ninth Realm.

After paying Liu Le for the information, Wang Yi followed Liu Le to a place of cultivation, Mojian Pavilion.

"Young Master, this Sword Grinding Pavilion can help sword cultivators understand the meaning of swords. It is the property of Sword City. It has no other disadvantages except that it is expensive, but this should not be a disadvantage to you, Young Master."

"Okay, then this is it! By the way, I will be here for a while, and our deal ends here!" Wang Yi paid Liu Le the reward for the tour guide, and then turned around and walked towards Mojian Pavilion.

"Master, wait a moment," Liu Le suddenly shouted.

"Huh? Is there anything else?" Wang Yi turned around and asked in confusion.

Liu Le looked at Wang Yi with some struggle and hesitation in his eyes. He was silent for a moment and then shook his head, "It's okay. I wish you a prosperous martial arts career and see you again soon!"

Wang Yi smiled and said, "See you later then!"

Wang Yi felt that something was wrong with Liu Le, but he never spoke. Wang Yi was not a philanthropist. Even if he did, he would not necessarily help. What's more, he didn't say anything, so why should he meddle in other matters.

After paying the spirit coins, Wang Yi got a key to the heaven-level sword room.

The sword intention that Wang Yi realized in the Unnamed Sword Art has disappeared. When he came to the sword room, the scenery in front of Wang Yi changed instantly. A man in gray robes stood by the bridge holding a long sword, and then slashed out the river in front of him with one sword. Divided horizontally, they slowly came together after a long time.

Wang Yi had seen the sword intent of splitting the clouds in the Unnamed Sword Art, and he didn't find the sword intent of dividing the river in front of him very shocking, but he still stopped and slowly understood it.

He hasn't been exposed to swords for a long time. Wang Yi mostly uses spears, but what he didn't expect is that he is also quite talented in swordsmanship. He just has to follow his own path, and other people's paths can only be used as a reference.

Wang Yi's current sword only has power but lacks aura. As he continues to meditate on the unknown sword art, Wang Yi sees a green lotus slowly rotating between the sky and the earth. He slowly gets closer, but as he gets closer and closer to his The pressure increased, and the sharpness seemed to cut him into pieces.

Holding back the pain, Wang Yi finally touched Qinglian, and the pain all over his body suddenly disappeared. Wang Yi saw a swordsman in green with a long sword swimming around the world killing demons and righteousness, and he followed him in.

A young man in green clothes and a white horse, he sings about how frivolous he is.

Referring to Fenjiang Sword Intention, Wang Yi had a deeper understanding of the sword intention in the Nameless Sword Art. The long sword in his hand buzzed, and Wang Yi followed the feeling and slashed out with the sword. The sharp sword intention was slashed out, and a new sword was painted on the wall of the sword room. Added a sword mark.

The name of this sword is wanton.

The wall that could self-recover was still carved with traces of the sword's will. The remaining sword's will lingered for a long time, and the wall was difficult to recover. The scenery in front of Wang Yi returned to an empty room.

I looked at the scale in the room and it has been three days!

The abundant energy in the room where Wang Yi sat cross-legged quickly gathered in front of Wang Yi, and was filtered and absorbed by Wang Yi. The energy entering the body was quickly converted into sword energy, and he finally broke through to the ninth realm!

He felt that all the abundant mana in his upper Dantian was converted into cyan sword energy. Sure enough, after the eight realms, there was a realm and a heaven. It was very difficult to challenge him by leapfrogging. The joy of Wang Yi's breakthrough in the mission also faded a lot.

With the sword energy commanding like an arm, Wang Yi slashed out with his sword, and a deeper sword mark was carved on the wall, but then a message came that this was the follow-up to the Unnamed Sword Art. No, it should be called the Qinglian Sword Art now.

Wang Yi slashed out an ordinary sword intent in the sword room, but great changes occurred in the outside world. The sky of Cang Ming Continent suddenly appeared with green waves, and in the eyes of some big shots, a green lotus appeared in the sky and slowly grew. Rotating, the strong sword intent pierced some probing thoughts.

Qinglian stayed for a short time before arriving at Xiantiantian, and then slowly disappeared.

"Someone has understood the traitor's sword intent, what a troubled time!"

"This is his sword intention, and someone actually understood it! Wasn't his inheritance wiped out by Taoism and Buddhism?"

"This is interesting. I wonder how that guy is doing in the Fairy Continent?"

"This sword intention, it seems that I did not misjudge the person. I understood it so quickly. Not bad, not bad."

"Check, someone has comprehended the Qinglian Sword Intent, find him for me, life or death!"

Wang Yi stayed in the sword room to consolidate his cultivation for another three days before coming out.