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Chapter 479 Xiao Lai and the Red Sun Are Shameful (Second Update!)
Perhaps the power of the power of birth and death itself is too vast, and of course, there is also the more noble power of Nirvana that belongs to the Jindan series mixed into it, and it is even more intertwined with its various qi. It looked hazy and misty.

This kind of excessive improvement in a very short period of time made Chu Weiyang inevitably a little smoky, as if he was intoxicated, and had a vague and unrealistic feeling in the profound realm he was in.

He has never felt at that moment that the 24 righteous sword intents he controls are so vast, and among these vastness, there are more and more different sword intents intertwining and resonating with each other, condensing out of it More Gao Zhuo's artistic conception of swordsmanship came.

Then, these same high-quality swordsmanship meanings seem to be grinding each other in the boundless sword world, trying to prove similar but brand-new achievements.

At the same time, Chu Weiyang could feel that in his Niwan Palace, the Xuanzhen Baojian suddenly shone with a dim light, and a Yinming Dao Palace opened up and stood upright inside.

Furthermore, there is a manifestation of Yin Ling, and in the dismantling and repairing of Baojian, all the spirits and souls related to the Taoists of Jianzong are dismantled and spliced ​​together in one place, turning them into pure foundation accumulation.

Then, in the process of accumulation, it is easy to transform and sublimate into the form of a god because of its own magnificence.

In the end, it was this divine form that carried the essence of swordsmanship that began to unilaterally communicate with Chu Weiyang's mind and spirit. Zhong Xianzhao, and then confirmed in the boundless sword world.

Chu Weiyang would have dealt with it cautiously if the Dao and Fa of other great sects, but for him, there was never anything worth caring about about the Dao and Fa of Jianzong.

In dealing with the sword art, Chu Weiyang showed an overly bold side.

However, this level of diligence and bravery itself has not been able to solve the problem.

The blessing of the divine form is only to teach Chu Weiyang's already surging sword energy to grow in a more majestic posture.

In the midst of the magnificence, the more magnanimous it becomes!
But ninety-nine percent of the transformation and sublimation in the world, and the accumulation of quantitative changes are paving the way for qualitative changes.

But at this moment, Chu Weiyang seems to be extremely difficult to induce a qualitative change.

Even though the meaning of natural birth and death has been gradually penetrated by Chu Weiyang in the process of sorting out, the power of birth and death itself seems to be a little thinner, and the speed of its blooming is not even as fast as it is at the moment In Chu Weiyang's sword world, the hazy sword energy carrying all kinds of righteousness emerged one after another.

In the same way of yin and yang, no one is more supreme than the other, and no one is weaker than the other.

Relying only on the natural training of the Tao and the Law seems to be a longer and lengthier thing.

But just when Chu Weiyang was thinking about how to do it, suddenly, those powers of Nirvana that also permeated all the meanings burst out vigorous momentum, and at the same time, for no reason, a phoenix cry pierced through him. Penetrated into the sword world.

It is a power that comes from the same source as the power of birth and death and keeps pace with it. It is a very strange energy that has been stationed in the magic sword.

In an instant, the sound of Fengming seemed to interweave and resonate with the sword world in all directions.

In addition, Chu Weiyang's drunken energy and sanyuan immersed in the sword world suddenly seemed to have found that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling at this moment, and then he wanted to completely wander in the warm current, Detached and forgetful.

But at the next moment, Chu Weiyang suddenly understood that that warm current was just a prelude to the force of the nirvana of Phoenix Skyfire.

All of a sudden, accompanied by the sound of a phoenix cry, suddenly, a hole seemed to be opened in the boundless sword world, and then, Chu Weiyang's ternary power seemed to wrap and control himself, which was even more vast than Fanhao The torrent of sword energy, following the pull of the warm current, spewed out from that opening, and suddenly, it really penetrated into some kind of supremely hot package.

That is Phoenix Skyfire.

As time went on, the lingering sound of Fengming could be heard endlessly.

And amidst the sound of Fengming, Chu Weiyang's extremely vast torrent of sword energy was burned with extreme heat, and the sword energy carrying all kinds of meanings collapsed and melted away.

But from the beginning to the end, the manifested phoenix's Nirvana power was anchoring the natural power of birth and death that kept pace with Dao Yun, and immediately after that, the sword energy that had originally collapsed and carried all kinds of meanings turned into spiritual light and dust , pouring all of them into the power of birth and death.

It is a very rough refining process.

Since it is impossible to integrate it in the way of cultivation and practice, it should completely smash its appearance and melt it into one body in a way that all qi can't compete with.

As for such a process, Chu Weiyang was happy to see it.

After all, from the very beginning, he was the one who used magic skills to perform swordplay.

He doesn't care how his kendo prototype came about, he only cares about whether the kendo prototype exists, whether it works well, that's all.

Looking at it now, the tenacious and long sword intent reveals its true face in the fiery package of the sky. Accompanied by the continuous sound of Fengming, the sword intent changes from faint to vast, from thin to majestic.

Finally, at a certain moment, amidst the continuous and overlapping sounds of the phoenix, the sword energy pierced through the package of the sky fire, followed the way it came from, and returned to the boundless sword world, turning into the light of Chen Guang and Xing Xing. Hui staggered between, the only color.

Thinking about it, this rudimentary form of kendo obviously exists and is extremely useful.

There is still a very long way to go to completely complete this lineage of swordsmanship, but at this moment, when Chu Weiyang runs through it with the implication of birth and death, and uses the phoenix sky fire to forge its embryonic form, that stretching thousands of miles In this way, he has already taken a solid first step.

On that day, Chu Weiyang's sword was born and extinguished, riding on the sound of the phoenix to control the energy, and penetrated into the realm of the womb!
Daozhou is the frontier, Daoheng breaks the boundary, and Daotong transforms the spirit.

When the three diagrams were stacked on top of each other, a hazy and indistinct halo hung from the back of Chu Weiyang's head. It was the reflection of all Dao and Dharma, and it was the cardinal door of Chu Weiyang's inner and outer synaesthesia.

After being immersed in such a wonderful scene, it took another long time for Chu Weiyang to gradually wake up from the subtle dizziness of drunkenness.

Langxiao Mountain, the underground palace, Shachi, Huang Yuyun bed.

Chu Weiyang looked very lazily holding Chunyu Zhi, who was dressed in crimson gauze, in his arms. At this time, he was caressing Chunyu Zhi's white skin like suet white jade.

And at this time, Chunyu Zhi, with hazy eyes, lingering on her body, pressed her cheek against Chu Weiyang's chest, with a blush that hadn't faded away for a long time, suddenly, she spoke in a very clear voice.

"Young master is really frivolous, how could this first meeting be like this..."

When he heard this, Chu Weiyang smiled.

He felt that there was probably no one in the world who was more changeable and agile than Chunyuzhi like the lingering fireworks. No one could figure out the changes in her emotions, and no one knew which general posture was the real one. she.

It was the towering cultivator who once entered the battle in the Zhenmo Cave and had a great reputation.

It is the girl who once stood on the top of the mountain and danced in the face of the great sun.

Or the bright woman who is snuggling in her arms at this time, with a lazy and comfortable expression.

These may not be all of her today, but all of them are the real Chunyu Zhi's single side.

This ever-changing, maybe it's like seeing the scorching bright light surrounded by flames that makes people frightened, but only when they are as close as Chu Weiyang, can they understand the warmth under the flames. The pure heart that is full of fiery innocence.

So, rare, Chu Weiyang's hoarse voice became gentle.

"Yuzhinu, for this first meeting, we have known each other for a long time."

When she heard these words, Chunyu Zhi was startled for a moment, and then smiled more gently again.

"Yeah, we've known each other for a long time..." As she was speaking, Chunyu Zhi raised her head again, looking at Chu Weiyang who was suddenly distracted and thinking about something, she suddenly asked, "Who is this again?" What are you thinking about?"

Perhaps the mind was too relaxed, but at this moment, Chu Weiyang responded without thinking.

"I'm thinking... If this land stained with phoenix blood is an auspicious land, then what am I? An auspicious body?"

Only halfway through the hearing, Chunyu Zhi's face suddenly revealed a look of embarrassment, and when Chu Weiyang finished speaking, she seemed to be biting her silver teeth, already extremely angry.

"Chu-wei-yang-!"

This time, he was a newly promoted cultivator in the realm of alchemy, but he was defeated by a newly promoted monk in the realm of golden core.

Lose!

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In the land of the West Pole, the endless snow-capped mountains, and the extremely remote world further west.

In the boundless emptiness and desolation.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, a dark spiritual light appeared from the farther west sky.

The speed of the aura is not fast, it can even be said to be too slow, the energy mechanism on it is extremely dim, as if it is avoiding something behind it.

When you look carefully, in the spiritual light, there is a simple and simple frame. In front of the frame, there are six demon horse-drawn carts. A, there is more horny accumulation on the forehead of the horse's head, and it is more and more "horned".

At a certain moment, when the demon horse exhales energy, one can even feel its fleeting vitality of the Dantai Realm.

And in front of the frame was a middle-aged man with vicissitudes like an old farmer, holding the rein in one hand and a roll of animal skin in the other. At this time, he looked at the direction he came with a serious expression.

During that hasty look back, in the eyes of the old farmer, there was a flash of gilt brilliance.

And at this moment, when the old farmer turned around and sat down, a very young voice came out from the tightly closed compartment.

When I listened carefully, the voice was full of exhaustion and fear, as if I had suffered this kind of emotion for too long, and my heart was tense, almost overwhelmed.

"Shangbo..."

Hearing the young man's call, the old farmer forced a difficult smile on his face.

"Young master, don't worry, we can go here, it proves that this ancient map is true! If we follow this map, we are halfway and halfway, and there is an old slave here, who will definitely protect the young master!"

(End of this chapter)