World of Cultivation - Chapter 23

[Chapter 23 Visions]

Zuo Mo looked at Senior Brother Wei Sheng in surprise.

Senior brother’s clothes were shattered into strands of cloth, and his whole body was like a sword drawn from its sheath, exuding a pressing aura. This made Zuo Mo feel very unfamiliar, but a word suddenly appeared in his mind – Sword Intent!

Zuo Mo suddenly realized: “Congratulations, Senior Brother!”

Wei Sheng smiled when he heard the words, the sword intent surrounding his body seemed to be moved by an invisible hand, and suddenly agitated. The small gravel on the ground was bounced, and the dust flew into the field. In just a moment, a shallow pit was cut by the invisible sword intent under his feet.

“Sorry brother, my cultivation is limited, so I can’t send and receive freely.”

“Senior brother, do you want dragon grass?” Zuo Mo waved his hand, indicating that he didn’t mind. The first time he saw the person who was about to establish a foundation, he was very curious.

“Junior Brother Lao is here.” Wei Sheng moved helplessly, and the pit under his feet was almost kneeless.

Knowing that Wei Sheng had reached a critical juncture, Zuo Mo didn’t say much nonsense: “Senior brother, please come with me.” After speaking, he spread his feet and ran towards Lengwugu first.

There was a continuous chi chi sound from behind, and where Senior Brother Wei Sheng passed, there were tiny incisions crisscrossing the ground, and the pebbles were bounced off one after another.

The two quickly ran outside the Cold Mist Valley. Zuo Mo left a sentence: “Senior brother, please wait a moment.” Carefully placing the dragon grass on the ground, he quickly jumped aside.

The shattering sword intents surrounding Senior Brother are amazingly destructive, and he was terrified along the way.

Wei Sheng leaned over to pick up the dragon grass, and saw that the dragon grass was like a flame, with a brighter color than before.

Wei Sheng had a happy expression on his face and looked solemn, and bowed to Zuo Mo: “Thank you, Junior Brother!”

After that, Senior Brother Wei Sheng left in a hurry.

Zuo Mo stared blankly at Senior Brother Wei Sheng’s disappearing back. The first time he saw the cultivator’s appearance when he was about to build a foundation was completely different from what he imagined. I don’t know if Senior Sister Li Yingfeng was in the same situation when she built the foundation?

Foundation building, known as the first level for cultivators, is really extraordinary!

He was in a trance that day, and today’s scene of Wei Sheng’s sword intent brought him a huge impact. Moreover, I haven’t heard the voice that announced the success of Senior Sister Li Yingfeng’s foundation last time.

Will it fail? He was full of worries. Dragon grass itself is like a potent poison. If you are not careful, your spiritual power will collapse. What’s more, Senior Brother Wei Sheng is still taking a third-grade dragon grass!

Senior Brother Wei Sheng had only met him twice, but he was deeply impressed by this unyielding and unyielding senior brother. Before that, he always felt that he was a very diligent person, but compared with his senior brother, his efforts were hardly worth mentioning.

At midnight, Zuo Mo sat on the roof and listened absently to Yin Gui’s voice, but he was even more worried.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly rose from somewhere in the mountain and pierced the sky!

Zheng!

Like a sword unsheathed, iron and stone intersect, resounding through the Wukong Mountain!

The huge movement caused the other disciples to wake up one after another, and all of them ran out, looking up at the sword-like light that pierced the sky in surprise.

On the roof, Zuo Mo’s expression was equally dull. I was overjoyed in my heart, and I was delighted that this aura belonged to Senior Brother Wei Sheng! What surprised him was that this sword-like light brought him a great sense of oppression!

He couldn’t help thinking of the snow-white sword intent that slashed his sea of consciousness. The two are quite similar in appearance, but they are far less vast and ferocious than the snow-white sword intent, but the brother’s sword intent has a solid and solid flavor.

Zuo Mo’s understanding of swords is pitiful, but suddenly, he believes that this is the sword intent of his senior brother. He stared blankly at the sword light piercing Yun Xiao, both happy and envious.

Senior Sister Li Yingfeng didn’t make much noise when she established the foundation, but senior brother established the foundation with great momentum. It’s really amazing!

Such a vision, not only Wukong Mountain was disturbed, but all the surrounding sects were also disturbed by this strange sight. I saw countless sword lights like shooting stars rushing straight towards here.

No one noticed that in the sky, at some point in time, the Sect Master and several uncles were already waiting by the side.

“This goalkeeper is very happy!” There was a trembling in the voice of the third uncle Yan Le. He didn’t have the usual smile on his face for a long time, but instead showed a bit of crying.

The head Pei Yuanran couldn’t help it, so in the sky, he suddenly knelt to the east, his voice choked, and he knocked three times in a row: “Unworthy disciple, thank the ancestors of this sect for blessings! Bless this sect’s fire and inheritance!”

He raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

Yan Le and Xin Yan also knelt down together and knocked three times to the east!

The three of them got up, all of them flushed red, as if they were drunk. Even Xin Yan, who was usually the most stern, couldn’t help but blush on his face at this time.

“It’s a pity that Fourth Junior Sister Yunyou didn’t return, otherwise, seeing this scene, I don’t know how gratified I would be.” Pei Yuanran’s expression returned to normal, and he said with emotion.

Yan Le deeply felt the same: “I can see this scene, I will die without regrets.”

Pei Yuanran reprimanded: “Junior brother, how can you talk nonsense, the great prosperity of this family is in sight, and we need to do our best to train Wei Sheng so that we can live up to the expectations of the ancestors of the ancestors.”

Yan Le nodded again and again: “Senior brother is right.” He suddenly turned his face, frowned, and said a little displeased: “There are a lot of guests tonight!”

Pei Yuanran’s eyes flashed with cold light, and he said indifferently, “Why tonight is not the time to entertain, Second Junior Brother, don’t let them disturb Wei Sheng.”

“Okay!” Xin Yan, who had calmed down, was as cold as a stone, and with just one word, the cold air overflowed.

Whether it was a cultivator flying towards Wukong Mountain, or an outer disciple who was looking up, he felt that his eyes were suddenly white! Before they could react, a terrifying sword intent with a terrifying aura of annihilation enveloped their heads!

Everyone was horrified, and couldn’t help but retreat quickly.

I saw a gigantic snow-white Chilong, occupying half of the sky, moving flexibly and freely in the night sky, with those ice crystal-like eyes glaring proudly. The cold and fierce aura can be clearly felt from a distance.

At this time, everyone remembered that Wukong Jianmen has four Jindan period cultivators!

“But “Ice Chi Sword”?” An old voice came from afar.

Xin Yan raised his eyelids, his eyes surging with fighting intent, and said coldly, “Xin Yan is here.”

On Wukong Mountain, a group of outer sect disciples raised their faces in amazement. It turns out that Uncle Xin Yan, who usually has a cold face, has such a big name.

The man in the distance did not speak.

“It’s too late today, and it’s just when the disciples are building their foundation. It’s really inconvenient to entertain them. I’m sorry for disturbing everyone’s Yaxing. Why don’t you come back on another day, and everyone in the house will welcome you by sweeping the couch.” Pei Yuanran’s voice was full of faint majesty , can be heard from far and near.

“I didn’t think I had a master like “Ice Chi Sword” in Dongfu. I’m rude! Wukong Jianmen is just around the corner. Pindao Tiansongzi congratulates you first. It’s inconvenient today, and I’ll disturb you in the future!” until barely audible.

The surrounding Cultivator was taken aback, and the person who didn’t expect to come was actually Tian Songzi. Tiansongzi is definitely famous in the whole Dongfu. He is the descendant of Dongfu Immortal, and he is also the actual leader of Dongfu today.

Even Pei Yuanran showed a shocked expression. He didn’t expect the movement here to startle Tian Songzi. Tiansongzi’s reputation is extremely high in Dongfu, and it is rumored that his cultivation is amazing.

However, he was the leader of the faction after all, and he was extremely calm, and said loudly: “Respectfully send Taoist brother!”

When those cultivators who originally wanted to find out, saw this, they all dispersed with interest. Even people who treat Tiansongzi with courtesy, how dare they make trouble. Smart people realize that Wukong Jianmen’s position in Dongfu is bound to rise.

Most of them know the news that there are four Jindan cultivators in Wukong Jianmen. But Wukong Jianmen seldom communicates with outsiders. Except for Yan Le, who is in charge of management, the other three people basically do not step out of the mountain gate.

Those who are interested have already planned to inquire about the rumors about “Ice Chi Sword”. Such a master, yet unknown in a small mountain, is really puzzling.

Zuo Mo did not hear the words between the head and Tian Songzi. He stared blankly at the snow-white Chilong that was swimming in the sky.

Just as he directly concluded that the sword light that pierced Yun Xiao was caused by Senior Brother Wei Sheng, he also recognized that the snow-white Chilong wandering in the sky was the sword intent in the sea of knowledge. In terms of appearance, the two are completely different, but for some reason, he is very sure that there is no essential difference between this Chilong and the Snow White Sword Intent that he has seen twice.

He couldn’t help but realize that it was the uncles that night!

This result made his heart skip a beat.

Suddenly he remembered that the culprit was still in his sea of consciousness! This thought made his heart beat wildly.

If you let the Sect Master know that Pu is in his own sea of knowledge…

He shivered involuntarily, his teeth trembling slightly.

He looked at the snow chi that was wandering in the sky again, and his heart was cold. He always had an illusion that this snow chi might find the Pu Yao at any time, and it would definitely rush down without hesitation and tear itself into pieces!

This feeling became stronger and stronger, and he even felt that the huge Chilong seemed to be watching him all the time.

With all his souls dying, he didn’t care about anything else, he almost rolled off the roof and retracted into the room.

Back in the quiet room, he was shocked.

After a while, the heartbeat slowly calmed down, and the tongue was still dry for a while.

Damn Pu Yao! Zuo Mo couldn’t help but curse again in his heart.

He suddenly thought that Pu Yao could come out on his own, and the idea immediately shocked him. Pu Yao, that crazy guy, don’t make a fuss at this time!

He quickly sat down, forced himself to meditate, and let his mind enter his sea of consciousness.

The sea of knowledge seemed to be raging by a gust of wind, and the crimson flames flew wildly, like a group of coquettish snake girls twisting their thrilling waists. Pu did not sit on the tombstone as usual, but stood in front of the tombstone, like a gun, his black clothes as smooth as satin rattled, and the black hair flying on his forehead still covered his left eye.

His right eye was bloody, staring at the tombstone.