In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

On the Bluestone Mountain, next to a large scarred bluestone, eight-year-old Bai Wu began a new day of sword practice.

At the age of eight, due to his excessive vitality, he has grown to look like a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.

When ordinary people see this, they will open their mouths and say: ".....?!!"

Three years of non-stop daily tasks have brought his vitality to a terrifying 1825 points.

According to the system's algorithm, the physical body has already entered the third level, and there is still much more to go.

His sword skills were recognized as having reached the highest level by his master Lianshan two and a half years ago. Due to the characteristics of practicing sword skills, he had no idea how much the magic power in his body had increased.

With just a slight thought, his magic power surged like a mighty river, many times more powerful than the magic power he had accumulated in his original body over the past fifty years.

He still remembers Lianshan's look of doubt on his life.

That night, he saw Lianshan kneeling in the sect's ancestral hall and muttering something.

However, although his sword skills improved day by day and the power of his sword became more and more terrifying, he still did not understand the sword meaning that his master talked about.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

He swung the sword casually without any fluctuation of magic power.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the large bluestone that had accompanied him for three years shattered.

Bai Wu was stunned, and he seemed to hear a sigh of relief.

Looking at the rubble on the ground, each of which bears traces of sword energy, one can imagine how much suffering the big bluestone has endured in the past three years.

This can also be considered an excellent material for sword-making, especially since it is engraved with his own aura, making it particularly suitable for him.

Picking up the two stones with the strongest sword energy in the center of the big bluestone, Bai Wu activated his heart fire to refine them.

Hey, do you think you can escape by breaking into pieces?

The bluestone turned into spiritual liquid, and the impurities turned into dust and kept falling down.

In the end, only a thumb-sized ball of flowing jade-colored spiritual liquid remained.

Bai Wu opened his mouth and inhaled, and the spiritual liquid fell into his heart, and the fire in his heart continued to burn.

This is the prototype of the sword ball.

In the future, you will still need to continue adding materials and refining it day and night before you can refine the sword pill.

It took senior brother Zhao Ji ten years to collect materials for the sword pill. On the day when the sword pill was completed, wind and thunder gathered.

He returned to his room and took out the materials that his senior brothers had given him over the past three years. He refined them one by one and merged them into the spiritual liquid.

In a short period of time, the volume of the spiritual liquid expanded and shrank, becoming more refined and faintly full of sharp energy.

Just as he was using his heart fire to slowly refine himself and prepare to practice sword-wielding, a rainbow light flew rapidly from the sky.

Bai Wu looked with a startled look.

That was a flying sword, it was Senior Brother Huan Yuanjing’s flying sword!

Why did Fei Jian come alone? Where is his senior brother?

Just as the doubts arose, Lian Shan flew up and caught the flying sword. A voice came from the flying sword:

"Master, Junior Brother Wenbo was besieged and died by demons in Qianren Mountains. Senior Brother and Senior Brother Wuliu have already gone there, and I am also going to go there. This journey is dangerous, so I would like to inform you that if I cannot come back, please send my belongings to my parents."

There was anger and determination in his voice, and one can imagine how furious Huan Yuanjing was at that time.

Senior Brother Wenbo died?

The disciples and Bai Wu who came out after hearing the noise were stunned.

An image of a young man with a big head, as if he had turned on a big head special effect, emerged in his mind. He always liked to take him to big cities of the human race to eat on his flying sword, or take out new and interesting things from his arms and give them to him after returning from training. He was also one of the senior brothers who had the most interactions with him.

After being in this world for so long, this is the first time he has experienced the death of his relatives and friends.

It seems to be a bit painful...

Bai Wu took a deep breath.

He knew that the Qianren Mountains were a mountain range on the border of the human race and had always been the territory of demons.

However, there are many rare treasures in it, and many human monks often go there, so the traces of monsters have gradually become less.

Why was Senior Brother Wenbo besieged by demons there?

As his thoughts drifted, the bamboo sword that he had used for three years automatically flew into his hands, making a slight humming sound.

Lianshan's face, standing in the air, had lost all color and was as gloomy as water.

"Master, I beg to go!"

"Master, I'm going to bring Brother Wenbo back."

"I'm going to kill the demon!"

The disciples below were breathing heavily. Some of them could not accept the news and were filled with anger.

Although I know that I will die sooner or later if I slay demons and monsters, it seems that death comes too soon.

"You haven't completed your cultivation yet, so it's useless to go there. Just practice well at home."

Lianshan let go of Huan Yuanjing's flying sword, and the flying sword flew back automatically.

This shows how profound Huan Yuanjing's mastery of the sword-wielding technique was.

Then, he turned into a rainbow light and followed the flying sword.

Just as Bai Wu was about to use the sword-controlling technique to follow him, a voice came from his master Lianshan:

"You stay at home, be careful of demons and villains, and protect your master's wife and fellow brothers."

He was stunned and put down the bamboo sword.

At dusk the next day, the figures of Lian Shan, Zhao Ji and others appeared in the sky, their bodies covered in blood. The breath of several senior brothers was fluctuating, and it was obvious that they had suffered serious injuries.

"Here, Junior Brother, this is the Swift Light Crystal that your Senior Brother Wenbo found for you."

Zhao Ji took out a fist-sized crystal from his arms.

Bai Wu looked at the crystal. Adding this crystal to the sword embryo could greatly increase the speed of the flying sword, like a flash of light. This was also the origin of its name.

He suddenly saw a young man taking out another new thing from his arms and sharing it with him.

Pursing his lips, he took the Swift Light Crystal.

From that day on, a small mound appeared on the hillside behind Jianshan Peak.

From the story told by Lian Shan, who came to him that night, he also understood the cause of Brother Wenbo's death:

The uniqueness of Jianshan Peak.

Five hundred years ago, Jianshan Peak was not called Jianshan Peak, but Jianshou Peak!

As the name suggests, Jianshou Peak was the best swordsman in the world back then.

When it comes to slaying demons and eliminating evil, the disciples of Jianshou Peak have the sharpest swords.

At its peak, the people of one peak could protect half of the human race’s territory.

Every disciple's sword was filled with the hot blood of the demons.

It is precisely because of Jianshou Peak that other sects and schools of the human race have room to develop and gradually grow stronger.

Such a Jianshou Peak naturally became a thorn in the eyes of the demons, and they would not be able to vent their hatred until it was eliminated.

In one day, thousands of demons gathered at Jianshou Peak. Under the leadership of the great demon king Chi Jiao, they leveled Jianshou Peak regardless of casualties and at the cost of nearly 80% death.

The whole world is shocked!

Since then, the inheritance of Jianshou Peak was cut off and it has never recovered.

Even so, the demons still hate him to death.

However, as the human cultivators developed, they no longer dared to attack like this.

However, as soon as the disciples of Jianshou Peak leave the mountain, they will be hunted by demons.

Therefore, three hundred years ago, Jianshou Peak gave up the name Jianshou Peak and became Jianshan Peak.

After the head of that generation changed his name, he rushed to the demon's territory with his sword...

.....

"In the future, when you go down the mountain to train, remember not to reveal your identity. Just say that you are an ordinary sword cultivator."

Lianshan gave earnest instructions, with a look of loss on his face.

The name Jianshan Peak is no longer a cover-up.

Is he going to change his name too?

"Master, what realm is the most powerful demon in the world?"

Bai Wu did not respond to Lianshan's words, but asked instead.

His eyes were lowered, and the bamboo sword in his hand kept buzzing.