Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 71

[Chapter 71]

When Ye Ting woke up, he felt cold and hard under him. As soon as his finger moved, he touched the sword box of the Earth Flame Sword.

The black sky was turbulent, and occasionally a hint of crimson flowed past, and then disappeared. Still in the secret realm, he survived.

Ye Ting sat up and looked around at a loss.

Before the cliff, a crack was a hundred feet long, from top to bottom. Before the crack, there was no sword repair and no dragon tree.

“You’re awake.” Wang Lieyang spoke from a distance, facing north, as if he was in a trance.

Ye Ting stood up from the black feldspar and grabbed the Earth Flame Sword.

“Senior, where is Nagarjuna?”

Three thousand miles away, six people walked along a river valley. The head is two feet tall, and the huge bald head still shines in the dark environment. The huge sword in his hand was three palms wide, and he was leaning on it as a crutch. On his back, Li Zhenyi was unconscious. In the next three months, the Sword Sect cultivator followed closely, and he was in the foundation-building realm like him.

At the end of the line, it was Nagarjuna who was wearing a gray dress and holding a short spear. Her feet stepped on the gravel in the valley, silently. Her position slightly missed the last Jianxiu, and when she raised her head, she could see half of Li Zhenyi’s face.

This arrogant man was seriously injured, and it turned out to be to protect himself. Nagarjuna thought it was ridiculous. She remembered that she could not afford to be seriously injured that day, and Li Zhenyi said condescendingly: “So you are a demon.”

Then his sword box rang, Nagarjuna was not afraid, just clenched Ye Ting’s hand and said, “Well, I’m a demon.”

“I admire you very much.” Li Zhenyi said to Nagarjuna.

I have nothing to admire, Nagarjuna disagrees. If it wasn’t for Young Master Ye’s encouragement, he would have buried his head in the ground long ago. Every time Young Master Ye drew his sword, a demon heart shook, as if something was awakening in his heart.

Young Master Ye is the amazing person, just like a monk from the Heavenly Sect.

Jianxiu didn’t have the habit of talking at length. Li Zhenyi grabbed Nagarjuna and Ye Ting and returned to Wang Lieyang. He helped Nagarjuna to block the demonic energy along the way, and didn’t mention it to Master. Wang Lieyang just pretended not to know, but Nagarjuna understood that after he was seriously injured, he could not hide from Wang Lieyang’s eyes no matter what.

It’s just that the disciple didn’t mention it, and Wang Lieyang pretended to be stupid. A mere big monster, no longer in his heart. Killing the refining tool is just a magic tool.

Nagarjuna finally felt relieved, and as soon as her injury healed, she asked to follow Moon Sword Sect’s sword cultivator. After the Tiancimen was destroyed, Nagarjuna survived alone, and it will be 800,000 to 900,000 years later when she successfully cultivates and transforms.

Most of the remaining places in Tiancimen, such as the Cave Heaven and the Medicine Garden, were inaccessible to her. She had been successful in her practice in the past ten thousand years. She had just refined a short spear and wanted to take risks everywhere, and Yu Wenxuan appeared again.

Yu Wenxuan’s strength made Nagarjuna dare not move around, so he could only hide around the cave that he guarded.

She is a demon and can’t understand how to use materials like Ye Ting. On the trial island, she brought out not too many things, and there are not many problems available.

Going out to kill other sect cultivators can make 80% of the profit. The cultivator’s medicine pill is the most practical for her. So Nagarjuna followed Li Zhenyi out to carry out rescue missions.

After thinking about it, the river valley was about to end, and the monk in front stopped. This is a turn, and the ground is covered with pebbles washed out by the seasonal river. Because of the change of terrain, the peaks on both sides collapsed, squeezing the wide valley to the point where only one zhang exit was left.

Among the messy riverbed stones lay two corpses. Except for the big monster Nagarjuna, the other four sober monks are in the foundation-building realm. She went up, her colorful dress fluttering.

The corpse had no head, and was cut all the way down from the throat, with all the internal organs missing.

Nagarjuna frowned, for a monster who doesn’t eat people, this scene is a bit disgusting. She stabbed the corpse with the tip of her spear, and the demonic energy penetrated into it and slowly probed.

“It was attacked by zombies.” Nagarjuna’s short spear provoked one after another, and put the storage bags of the two monks into his sleeves.

Zhang Er Jianxiu looked at Nagarjuna and asked, “Is there any danger ahead?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that this zombie may belong to the Demon Zombie Sect. Zombies other than the Demon Zombie Sect can’t eat people. You put Li Zhenyi on Luo Chuan’s back, and I’ll explore the way in front of you. After you break it.” arranged.

Zhang Er Jianxiu heard the words and handed over Li Zhenyi’s clothes to the same door, and bound them with cloth belts.

Nagarjuna, carrying a short spear, turned around the corner of the river valley. The mission of her and Li Zhenyi was to bring these foundation-building sword cultivators to join another group of Moon Sword Sect cultivators, and hand them over to the other cultivators of pill formation, and the mission was considered complete.

Nagarjuna’s footsteps were firm, and the monks of Moon Sword Sect walked ten meters behind her, looking down from the sky like a few tired ants.

Ye Ting used the star delimitation method to determine the time, and he was in a coma for sixteen days and four and a half hours. This door-to-door secret method is only a little entry, and he can’t reversely deduce what has happened to him in the past half a month.

Under the black sky, Wang Lieyang’s back was faintly visible, and the gray Taoist robe moved with the wind. Ye Ting didn’t know why Wang Lieyang was looking at the north, and he didn’t know that within a radius of 30 million miles, all the monks in the infant realm were attracted by the man from the north.

In the center of the trial island, there are clouds of calamity. The thunder tribulation that has lasted for an unknown number of days still wants to bombard down, never before.

In the sky under the robbery cloud, a figure stepped on the chariot transformed by Dragon City, with red hair flying. At the back of the chariot, a huge copper furnace was surrounded by purple air, and the dotted dan lines in the furnace exuded a strange brilliance. In his palm, a stone long sword flickered with runes, and lightning bombarded, and most of them landed on the stone long sword.

A small number of tribulation thunders were absorbed by the red-haired cultivator Yu Wenxuan, and some of them fell on the eighteen dragons that were pulling Dragon Control City.

The Void Thunder Tribulation, I do not know where it came from, has no attributes of the five elements, and is the number of calamities of the Great Perfection of the Infant Realm.

The Jiaolong dragged the Dragon City and flew in the air. Most of the scales on their bodies had turned into dark gold, and their five claws were complete. As long as they survived this calamity, they could evolve into real dragons.

After 8,000 years of accumulation, the energy of the whole trial island has been spent by Yu Wenxuan alone, even breaking through the three realms, and the Great Perfection of the Infant Realm is a matter of course. Every time the tribulation thunder fell, hundreds of starlights would fly out of the copper furnace and submerge into Yu Wenxuan’s body.

After the four tribulations of the Infant Realm of the disciples, how could it take eight thousand years to advance to the Great Perfection. Yu Wenxuan was suppressed for too long, and he actually urged the chariot transformed by Yulong City to rush into the robbery cloud.

Jiaolong screamed, but none of them were powerless to resist Yu Wenxuan’s suppression. You can only fight the robbery thunder with all your might in the robbery cloud. Yu Wenxuan smiled and said: “If you beasts can’t survive the calamity, the cultivators in the virtual realm will all be turned into ashes!”

The Jiaolong was helpless, exhaling demonic energy, turning into black clouds, which counteracted the attack of the tribulation thunder.

Behind the copper furnace, three young men and women looked pale as they watched Yuwen Xuan transcend the calamity. These three are Langxi, Xinjun and Longyin. The sound of the tribulation thunder made them tremble all over. Fear was the second priority. They only had the realm of building a foundation, and the breath of the infant realm tribulation thunder was enough to shock them.

Named disciples are not so easy to be, this is the practice that Yu Wenxuan arranged for them. According to Yu Wenxuan, above Kyushu, only the disciples who entered the room have such treatment.

Langxi felt that all his acupoints and meridians were dissolved in the thunder shock, and only the secret method taught by Yu Wenxuan drove the infuriating energy and re-opened it in the chaotic body. Starlight flew out from the copper furnace from time to time, submerging into the bodies of the three of them, repairing the bodies that were constantly being destroyed.

This is the universe magic body, and there are also rumors outside the door. The difference is that without the assistance of the door-to-door master like Yu Wenxuan, the universe magic body can’t cultivate in the infant realm, let alone the virtual realm.

Wang Lieyang did not pay attention to Ye Ting, nor did he pay attention to the corpse demon in the cliff. For the first time since he was a baby, he had doubts about his kendo. Above the eight hundred continents, the strongest are only in the Six Difficulties of the Infant Realm. Once Consummated, you will go to the Eight Extremes to transcend the calamity.

Transcending the calamity in the Eight Extremes is not a life-and-death situation at all, and there may not be one out of a hundred people who successfully transcends the calamity. Therefore, everyone would rather be stuck in the realm of the Six Difficulties of the Infant Realm, and no one is willing to advance to the Great Perfection.

In the north, Yu Wenxuan is the only one who can achieve the Great Perfection. This doomsday lasted for such a long time, it should be the reason for the continuous destruction. Does he still want to advance to the virtual realm in the Eight Hundred Continents!

He looked at the north and remembered the sword that Yu Wenxuan cut out on him when he was in Fengzhou.

No scruples, and control at will. At some point, these two things were opposites, but Yu Wenxuan did it without grasping it at all, which made him heartbroken.

It seems that he still hasn’t learned all about that sword!

Wang Lieyang felt a sense of pride in his heart, if Yuwenxuan dared to do it, why didn’t he dare?

If you achieve the virtual realm, the monks of the eight extremes will come to kill them. If Yuwenxuan dies, everything will be over. If Yuwenxuan survives, what impact will this have on the Eight Hundred Continents?

Do you wait and see, or choose to break through the realm and achieve the Great Perfection?

If you wait and see, then your kendo is flawed after all. Swordsmanship is pure, and with flaws, it can only barely break through the void, unable to survive the first disaster.

Has Yu Wenxuan attracted the attention of too many Infant Realm cultivators? Even such a big event as the Secret Realm competition was quieted because of his tribulation. All the monks in the infant realm are watching and thinking.

Ye Ting couldn’t feel the master crossing the calamity, his mind was all in the sea of knowledge of the Zifu. On the filthy black mud, there was a layer of clear waves at some point, rippling shallowly. The green lotus leaves are swaying and dancing without the wind.

The only green lotus was swaying on the water, and Ye Ting’s soul sat in it, wearing a magic robe.

Ancient Buddhist artifact? Ye Ting’s consciousness carefully probed into the karma sky, and the silk thread weaving the karma sky has no head and no tail, and I don’t know where the cause came from. And this thread itself is condensed by innumerable causal forces, and every strand of causal force cannot be explored and pondered.

If you are protected too well, you will not be able to break the cocoon into a butterfly. Ye Ting thought about it this way, as his mind changed, the Devil’s shirt was slowly changing its structure.