The villain's national teacher always teases me

Lang Zi just sat on the rock and waited. After a while, the clouds gathered and the sky began to snow again.

The snowflakes were fine and light, and his brows were whitened by the night wind, slightly cold.

At this moment, Lang Zi's mind was blank.

It's not that there is nothing to think about, but that thinking too much makes it difficult to move your thoughts, so that in the end there is only one thought left.

He is going to get stronger.

Only when you are stronger, you will not be afraid of any danger, and you will not have to worry about anyone.

Lang Zi called out the Luohui sword, closed his eyes, and began to practice the sword.

The moves in "Nine Suns Sword Art" are crisp and neat, and Lang Zi's steps are skillful and smooth when he turns and swings.From the first pose to the last one, he practiced it all over again, as if he was tireless.

As he practiced, his moves gradually became erratic, and he moved with his heart when he came out of the sword formula, and the sword intent in his dantian was also aroused, and he walked around and became more and more tyrannical.

He didn't realize it.

The sword and the swordsman merged into one at some point. Every move and style of Lang Zi no longer obeyed the wishes of the swordsman, but became the carrier of the Dao.

On the narrow mountain road, snowflakes were flying, and a thin man in a blue shirt was flying, with a handsome figure and a sword intent.

Fortunately at first, it was difficult for Lang Zi to cause much damage after entering the Taoist realm.But the longer he inadvertently entered the state of unity of human and sword, the more powerful the aura around him rose.

Spiritual energy from a radius of tens of miles followed, scrambling to pour into his dantian.

There are no bottlenecks, no shackles, and even no catastrophes to disturb.

How terrifying is an indomitable swordsman?

The sword intent is surging, everything has a feeling, every plant and tree, falling snow and light wind, all become sword shadows.

The first abnormality was the Discipline Peak among the five peaks of Yuxu Mountain. All the protective instruments suddenly started to alarm loudly.

Then a strong wind blew up from Cang Cui Peak, and the fallen leaves swept across the sky, criss-crossing, and all the roots of the spiritual plants in the middle of the mountain were broken.

The spirit beasts on Shengling Peak wailed, and the bamboo curtains they had just woven to cover the cave mouth from the wind and snow shattered into countless pieces.

Zhijian Peak has few vegetation, no birds and no animals, but the spiritual swords that have been hidden on the peak for thousands of years sense the call of the source, and can't wait to break out, rushing across the sky like a waterfall and rushing towards the mountain road.

The elders who gathered at Yuxu Peak were dumbfounded, watching the roof of Yuxu Palace that had been sealed several times being chopped into pieces by the sword energy, and snowflakes drifted down.

The mountain guard uttered an overwhelmed cry.

"Stop Dao Patriarch!" Mian Mian, the head of Jielv Peak, yelled sadly, "If this continues, Yuxu Mountain will be cut off!"

The head of the sect, Chu Hansheng, was at a loss as he looked at the situation in the Guansheng mirror, and his face flushed red: "Really want to do this? I think Daozu may be able to directly prove the Tao this time. Destroying people's way is heinous, Master Uncle!"

Mian Bei knocked him on the head with a dark face, and shouted: "Don't be stupid! We'll be done before Dao Patriarch proves the Tao!"

"Hey, don't fight, I know!" Chu Hansheng rubbed his head, and quickly looked around the people in the hall. The few with the highest cultivation bases were not on the mountain, "Then...who will go?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The realm of a monk is divided into several stages: entering the Tao, stunned, peeping into the Tao, enlightening, and ascending to the Tao. As shown in the Guansheng mirror, Lang Zi's cultivation has already surpassed the initial stage of peeping into the Tao, and the Luohui sword he holds in his hand... It is an artifact.

One of the only three artifacts in the world, forged by the Dao of Heaven.

"Hurry up and decide, we're going to be overwhelmed." The elders who cast spells and supported the mountain guard shouted, "If you can't, let's go together!"

The elders' eyes lit up, this is a good way.

Before they could stand up with their swords, they heard a sharp click that pierced the eardrums, and the several elders all suffered backlash, and their blood spilled in the air.

It was the mountain guard that burst.

Looking at the Guansheng Mirror again, after just a short while, Lang Zi's aura has already been raised to the level of enlightenment!It's only one big realm away to soar!

In the mortal world, the cultivation level of a monk is the highest but not at the level of enlightenment. Now that he holds the Luohui sword, it is difficult for even an immortal to get close.

The magic circle couldn't do anything anymore. Dead leaves and sundries flew in from the broken roof, cutting through everyone's robes like sharp knives, and piercing through the aura of the body protection to cut into the Dao body, drawing countless small bloody mouths.

The elders were horrified, if they were like this, what about the rest of the disciples? !Mian Bei's eyes were blood red, and she couldn't care less about her old face, so she quickly took out the jade talisman from her bosom, intending to ask for help from Jun Lin.

The whistling wind stopped suddenly.

Chu Hansheng, who was half buried by dead branches and leaves, took a long time to poke his head out timidly: "Am I deaf or finally dead?"

Mian sadly rolled her eyes angrily: "You are saved!"

He rolled his eyes very impatiently.However, anyone who has his Taoist robes scraped into rags and hair blown into straw nests will not have any momentum if he rolls his eyes.

Mian Bei pointed to the only thing in good condition in the hall - Guansheng Mirror.

Chu Hansheng patted away the sundries on his body, leaned in front of the mirror, and indeed saw the figure of Jun Lin.

That's right, at this time, only this one can save them.

Lang Zi only felt that he had fallen into a half-awake and half-drowsy state. He could clearly perceive his every move, but it seemed that his body and consciousness were diverging infinitely, as if he was in a dream that could be freely controlled. Dominant, mysterious and carefree is indescribable.

For a moment, or for a minute?He felt that if he wanted to pick up the stars, he could really pick them up.

But he suddenly woke up, and someone called "Your Highness" in his ear.

"The national teacher is back?" Lang Zi put down his sword in a daze, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." The national teacher curled his lips slightly, as if he was satisfied that he was the first to ask about his own safety, "The capital is all right, I have seen Emperor Yu, and she has recovered."

In fact, he had been back for a while, and after discovering Lang Zi's situation, he went to make up some defensive measures for each peak, so as not to be upset after he hurt other people's lives.Of course, I skipped the Yuxu Palace alone.

There was no other reason why the national teacher interrupted Lang Zi at this time, he just didn't want Lang Zi to become an immortal so soon.

"That's good..." Lang Zi frowned, and wanted to ask why he had been away for so long if nothing happened, but he suddenly found that he didn't know how long the national teacher had been away.

It seems like a long time, and it seems like only a moment.

Lang Zi turned his eyes away from him, wanting to take a look at the sky.

As soon as I looked up, I found that the mountain road was full of mess.

"Huh?" Lang Zi gasped, "Is there a hurricane blowing in the mountains?"

Where the starlight shines, there is not a single intact tree, and there are dead branches all over the place, but the breaks are neat, not like the wind, but like a sharp sword.

He took a few more steps forward, suddenly amazed.

A few steps away from the mountain road, on a relatively flat ground, there are hundreds of swords standing upright!

Sword cultivators are most sensitive to spirit swords. These swords have different shapes and temperaments, but all of them are full of spiritual energy, and all of them are buzzing cheerfully. They are all born with spiritual consciousness.

Lang Zi turned his head to look at the national teacher, with a deep pain on his face: "It's not what I thought, is it?"

National Teacher: "How does Your Highness think?"

Lang Zi rubbed his neck and said in shock: "Did a large number of monks suddenly come to attack Yuxu Mountain and almost kill me by mistake just now? I just felt that something was wrong with me. Thinking about it this way, my soul is indeed out of my body! Cheng Xian Did all the disciples of the faction chase them out? These swords must have been left behind during the fight, right? No, no, there is no reason for them to be scattered during the fight... I know! There is only one person who came, and he must be an expert The powerful cultivator of the Wanjian Guizong method! He must be a peerless master, so he can summon so many swords in one go and so neatly!"

The more Lang Zi talked, the more he felt that his deduction was correct.The elders who meditate around the Guansheng mirror and adjust their breath also feel that this f*ck is almost breaking back to the truth. Daozu really has two brushes.

Lang Zi thought to himself, the Chengxian Sect is the number one immortal sect in the Taoist sect, and there are people in it, no matter how powerful the monks are, they will not have trouble with them, unless they have unshakable hatred and are not afraid of the fairy world.

"It must be that the emperor came to take revenge the day before yesterday! These swords are for those who come later!" He came to a conclusion and muttered to himself: "He won't easily wipe out the Chengxian sect, will he?"

Elders: ? ? ?

... Daozu, it was you who almost killed us, or King's Landing saved us? I'm so sorry.

Please, take a look at your own realm before speaking, okay!

The author has something to say:

Lang Zi: Look at this pot, it's big and black.

Jun Lin (carrying on the back silently): I like everything my master gives~

Little angels.