Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 68

[Chapter 68 The Master’s Favor]

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Ye Ting’s eyes were fixed, and every time he released a sword glow like silk, it became more difficult to maintain the sword glow in Wang Lieyang’s palm. This is the technique of sword light differentiation, to make the differentiated sword light like light, with undiminished power.

When Wang Lieyang’s palm divided the number of sword lights reaching 10,000, Wang Lieyang closed his palm, and in his palm, a thunder sound exploded, and Ye Ting was almost shaken.

The last sword light made a thunderous sound of sword energy in Wang Lieyang’s palm. The control of this inch has made Ye Ting unable to speak.

It’s hard to say how much you can learn. There is no problem with the control part of infuriating and divine sense, but Wang Lieyang was born in the Taoist sect, and he controls the dao pattern in the sword, which is completely different from manipulating the magic pattern. Even if the avenues are the same, Ye Ting wants to transform into a magic sect and successfully cultivate. , it also takes a lot of time to deduce.

“You are not a sword cultivator, these are trails to you. But they can be incorporated into your swordsmanship, don’t go the wrong way.” Seeing Ye Ting’s fascination, Wang Lieyang still persuaded him.

Ye Ting stood in front of the crack, the sword glow in his hand was one foot seven inches. He tried to compress the sword light and adjust the magic pattern structure in the sword light, but he didn’t know why, this first step was very difficult.

Why can’t you just calm down? Ye Ting turned his head and said, “Senior, what is the name of the female cultivator of Lingjie Sect?”

“Zi’s.” Wang Lieyang replied.

“Zi’s, Zi’s…” Ye Ting read the name, his mind gathered, and the sword light in his hand began to change. Wang Lieyang’s disciples stared at the sword glow in Ye Ting’s hand, turning into a petal of a green lotus.

This lotus petal is lifelike, not a lotus shadow, just like a real thing. Before they could see the magic pattern in the lotus petals, the lotus petals began to wither, and the withered appearance had the charm of life and death disillusionment, and finally only a trace of lotus pattern remained.

All sword intent is contained in this lotus pattern, what is it called? Is it also refining swords into silk?

If only in terms of thickness, this lotus pattern is barely qualified, and it can shrink the sword light to such a degree that it does not damage the sword intent, that is, refining the sword into silk. But the sword thread is 10%, the breath is misty, and the spiritual sense is difficult to detect, and it disappears in the battle.

It is difficult for sword cultivators to capture the sword intent in the lotus pattern, which is the same as the effect of refining a sword into silk, but this lotus pattern is like a random thread drawn from the wild lotus in a pond, and qi refiners can clearly sense it. to its existence.

The lotus pattern beating, Ye Ting sighed. I haven’t learned how to refine swords into silk, but Qinglian Furious Sea has made a lot of progress. Today’s Qinglian Furious Sea has been independently differentiated into a swordsmanship. Not to mention the rapid increase in attack power, various changes are enriched, as long as there is no powerful attack, the consumption can be the same as normal spells, and you can afford it.

The lotus pattern in his hand is extremely stable. As long as he makes a move, he can create a sea of lotus and drown the enemy in it. In any green lotus petal, there may be condensed sword intent. I don’t have the means to differentiate the sword light, but I can choose the position of the attack at will in the lotus sea.

The power of this lotus pattern may not be comparable to that of Qinglian Furious Sea, but it is not far behind. The disadvantage is that it can’t match the effect of Qinglian Furious Sea’s burst of anger when he starts to stun the enemy.

Killing the monks who built the Seventh Floor of the Foundation Building is no longer a problem.

Ye Ting thought of this, and flew the lotus pattern in his hand into the crevice of the cliff in front of him. This time, he persisted for a full breath before retracting the lotus pattern.

Looking at Wang Lieyang, he couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of Yu Wenxuan. If Ye Ting learned the sword from himself, within ten years, the sword intent would be accomplished. Give him a magic weapon-level sword, so why don’t you worry about the cultivator.

It’s a pity that his disciples are still a little worse. Wang Lieyang flicked his fingers and let out a sword cry to dissipate his emotions.

“If you can see the corpse demon clearly with the sword glow, you will be able to refine the sword into silk.” Wang Lieyang pointed at Ye Ting.

Ye Ting was a little discouraged, seeing the corpse demon? He couldn’t even find the outline of the corpse demon. After all, I am not a sword cultivator. If I hadn’t learned Qinglian Sword Song first, this type of mutated sword refining would not have any results.

I don’t have so much time to practice swordsmanship, because Wang Lieyang and his party are here to do the sect mission. Once the Yuejian Sect and the infant realm monks from other sects fought, Wang Lieyang would immediately go to support.

More than 6,000 miles away in the southwest, in the center of the corpse demon secret realm, a huge volcano towered high, red smoke and dust hit the sky, the high temperature made the clouds roll over, and the smoke and dust from the depths of the earth mixed in, turning the sky for thousands of miles into a dark red.

Under the dark red sky, the high-temperature airflow is filled with the smell of corpse stench. Surrounding the dark and ferocious volcano, there are endless zombies, climbing up the steep volcano. The sound of zombie claws rubbing against rocks is like the sound of cicadas on a late summer night, making people irritable.

Zombies kept falling halfway, and more zombies climbed up the crater, as if something were calling them. Zombies crowded and jumped down, disappearing in the dark red light.

Right above the crater, where the red-black airflow and smoke is the most violent, there is a monk standing in the sky.

There was only a few feet of quiet place in front of this monk, and his face was slightly blurred. He knew his identity by looking at the clothes on his body. The pure white robe hung quietly and did not flutter in the wind. He looked down at the crater, his vitality was like a knife, cutting everything in disorder. Zombies that jumped to pieces.

Wherever he went, even his own consciousness could not detect it.

Suddenly, he raised his head and his eyes extended into the distance. Even the secret realm could not block his sight. In the north more than two million miles away, the vitality of heaven and earth gathered violently. The catastrophe of heaven and earth is brewing, releasing a terrifying aura.

“The Great Perfection of the Infant Realm?” The cultivator was surprised for a moment, and then sneered: “I don’t know whether to live or die, and it seems that I am still thinking about the advanced virtual realm.” He didn’t bother to pay attention to this kind of people who couldn’t live for too long, and continued to ask Look inside the crater.

The monk’s hands were behind his back, and a string of crystal clear beads was pinched in the fingers of his right hand. In each bead, there was a red bloodstain, twisted in the beads. The bloodstain tried to condense into Sanskrit, and every time it was about to succeed, the monk’s fingers turned the Buddha beads, flattening the bloodstain and making it a line.

Ye Ting practiced swords under the cliff, and in just two days, Feijian passed the book. Wang Lieyang said to Ye Ting, “The sect asks for the support of Jiedan Jianxiu, you go together.”

“Me?” Ye Ting asked in surprise.

“It’s you.” Wang Lieyang pointed at Nagarjuna again and said, “She will go there too, and one more disciple of me is enough. You only need 20% of the Moon Sword Sect.”

so kind…

Ye Ting remembered that Wu Yuanji had come. If it weren’t for him to compare in front, Yuejianzong would be domineering and ruthless if he charged 20% of the protection fee. Nagarjuna was sullen, she just wanted to stay here until the day she left the secret realm.

She looked at Ye Ting and hoped that Ye Ting would refuse.

“Li Zhenyi, take the two of them there.” Wang Lieyang said to one of his disciples.

That Li Zhenyi was nine feet tall, with a fairly robust body, short hair and no beard, like a monk who had just returned to the commonplace. A five-foot long sword rang out from the sword box behind him, as if he was eager to fight immediately.

“Disciple knows.” Li Zhenyi bowed to Wang Lieyang, glanced at Ye Ting, and drove away with his sword. Nagarjuna had no choice but to pull Ye Ting to use her wooden dungeon to chase after him. Fortunately, Ye Ting’s Five Elements Returning Yuan method is now very beneficial, and it is not a burden to Nagarjuna.

Li Zhenyi’s sword escape speed was stable, and there was no sword intent leaked, which was obviously different from that of Ziyu. Of course, the method of sword escape is not like mortals imagine stepping on the flying sword and scurrying in the sky, but the sword intent is released to fly with the flesh, and it is a sword itself, which can break out the strongest attack at any time.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they came to the battlefield. The sword light crisscrossed a hillside. The three-month sword sect disciples cooperated with each other and supported each other. The monks from different sects were still besieging them.

Ye Ting’s nine demon eyes flew up, swept across the battlefield, and saw a target he was looking forward to. It was a cultivator of the Spirit Ring Sect, above the seventh floor of the foundation building, and had never been successful.

There are no cultivators in the battlefield, there are fourteen besiegers, and the three-month sword sect cultivator can last so long?

Li Zhenyi laughed, the long sword shot, and a thunderous sound broke out. Before the monk who was besieging could react, one of the monks was beheaded by Li Zhenyi.

boom!

On the ground of the hillside, one hundred and eight huge stone pillars rose up, and because they jumped out of the ground at the same time, the sounds they made were so uniform.

puff!

Li Zhenyi’s long sword spun and cut off another monk’s head.

Ye Ting looked fascinated, and Li Zhenyi saw that this was a trap, or killed it with a sword. This is self-confidence and the source of Jian Xiu’s strength.

With one sword, you can break through all kinds of tricks, but you still have to rely on your strength to kill me in the end.

Nagarjuna’s escape stopped almost instantly, and she and Ye Ting were one step behind. Li Zhenyi has stepped into the trap. His sword escape accelerated, and it was impossible for Nagarjuna to catch up.

A little bit of starlight fell down, and everything within a radius of 60 miles was fed back to Ye Ting by the starlight. The vitality feedback in the formation is gradually blurred, but just looking at it with the naked eye, you can still see Li Zhenyi’s sword light vertically and horizontally, beheading the monks one by one, simply and indifferently.

In a blink of an eye, there were only three Foundation Establishment cultivators left in front of them. Facing Li Zhenyi’s long sword, the three of them roared in horror, and each raised a talisman to resist. Li Zhenyi’s long sword swept across, and the three talismans were cut off by the long sword.

These three people are not dead, nor can they survive, the sword qi travels through their meridian points, drills out of the skin, and then penetrates through the seven orifices. It goes back and forth, and the cycle goes on and on. The base-building cultivator’s own true qi was destroyed in the flow of sword qi, and all kinds of pain were blocked in his body, and he couldn’t even cry out the pain.

There are Nightmare Demon Immortal Seeds in the Ten Directions Air Confinement Method, the effect is similar, life and death are free. This means of controlling people, Li Zhenyi used, almost no less than the secret method of door-to-door.

This was the last picture Ye Ting saw, and the formation method gradually blurred his vision. Ye Ting really wanted to hit the stone pillar with his head to see if he was stupid.

What is Li Zhenyi going to do? A dozen people besieging your Moon Sword Sect three people is clearly a trap. No matter how strong the Jianxiu was, the three Foundation Establishments would not be able to withstand the siege of more than a dozen people.

You like to jump into traps, what should I do? Ye Ting urged the mysterious turtle to hide his breath, and at the same time he pulled out the sword of fire. In the induction of the star delimitation method, twelve monks are flying away. (It’s a good event to drop pie in the sky, the cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Pay attention~ Click on the Chinese official account (WeChat to add friends – add a public account – enter qdread), participate now! Everyone has a prize, pay attention now qdread WeChat public account!)