Immortal Palace

Bang!

Wang Changsheng's shadow flew directly out of the spirit and hit the spirit city, immediately stirring up thick smoke and dust. Kuangsha Literature Network

puff!

Wang Changsheng flew backwards, creating a deep pit, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the front of his clothes red.

"You make me spurt blood at every turn. Do you think I have a lot of blood?" Wang Changsheng said helplessly.

"Shu Zi!"

Just when Wang Changsheng was unhappy, a sullen voice came into Wang Changsheng's ears.

"who?"

Wang Changsheng was immediately startled: "Who is talking?"

Looking around, I saw doubtful looks in the eyes of the monks present. No one was angry with me? ! However, Wang Changsheng was very sure that someone was definitely yelling at him just now.

"Isn't that who it is? It's... the one who was slapped by Gu Ming?"

"It's a bit like the person who figured out how to take a sword in Hidden Sword City!"

"I just saw him being beaten out of his spirit?"

"Are you sure you read that correctly?"

"Of course you read it right, otherwise, who would smash it into the ground by themselves?"

"Yes, the one who blocked the ancient underworld road in Hidden Sword City before..."

...

Many monks looked at Wang Changsheng with doubtful voices.

Yes, Wang Changsheng told these people how to take the sword, but these people didn't remember Wang Changsheng at all.

Wang Changsheng ignored so much and looked at Langcang Sword, who was also lying in the pit, with a solemn expression.

"If I read it correctly..." Wang Changsheng said solemnly in his heart: "When the Langcang sword hit it just now, there was only a small gap in the stone tablet..."

The force of the counter-shock was so huge that when Wang Changsheng smashed it down, he didn't even have time to breathe until he was knocked away by the force of the counter-shock. In a daze, Wang Changsheng saw that his Langcang sword hit him hard, leaving only one person behind. A mark the size of a finger.

Wang Changsheng is well aware of the power of the Langcang Sword. According to Wang Changsheng's estimation, with his current strength, he can smash a strong man at the peak of the Golden Core level with the Langcang Sword to pieces.

Of course, the premise is that the monk at the peak of the Golden Core realm does not move and allows Wang Changsheng to attack.

The fact that a stone tablet can withstand the heavy blows of Lang Cang's sword is enough to show how extraordinary this stone tablet is.

Of course, what made Wang Changsheng tremble was the sound of shouting and scolding.

After lying in the deep pit and waiting for a long time, Wang Changsheng didn't notice anything unusual. Even the monks who were watching the commotion went back to continue practicing their spells. Wang Changsheng still didn't wait for the voice to continue speaking.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Wang Changsheng was even more confused: "It's impossible..."

At least Wang Changsheng also has the strength of the Golden Core realm, so things like hearing hallucinations should not happen.

After some thought, Wang Changsheng slowly climbed out of the pit and cautiously approached Ling.

"Hey, that kid seems to have lost his spirit again? Didn't he come out just now? He was smashed out!"

"It must have been the spiritual energy in the spirit that made him unable to bear it any longer. He rushed out without stopping and smashed into the ground!"

"What? Do you still think that someone in the spirit is taking action against him?"

...

Many monks laughed when they saw Wang Changsheng walking towards Ling again.

For these people, they have long passed the age of watching the drama. What happened to Wang Changsheng has no impact on them, because the most important thing is to get the magic, and they have already got it.

When Wang Changsheng stepped into the spirit again, he was still shocked by the rich spiritual energy in the spirit.

"If this spirit can be moved away, there will be no shortage of spiritual energy and magic..." Wang Changsheng murmured in his heart: "It just can't be moved..."

There is no need to consider moving away the spirit at all, because even if Wang Changsheng can shake the spirit, he cannot take it away. Isn't it possible to resist it on his shoulders?

There was no movement in his spirit, and he looked towards the stone tablet. Sure enough, Wang Changsheng saw a wound as thick as a thumb, which was the wound left by the Lang Cang Sword just now.

"I'm sorry..." Wang Changsheng looked at the stone tablet and said with some embarrassment: "I was also angry, otherwise, I wouldn't have done such a reckless thing..."

There are so many monks coming and going in the Nine Cities of Immortality. Wang Changsheng is probably the first person to chop stone tablets with swords.

The key is that with a sharp weapon like the Langcang Sword in his hand, Wang Changsheng managed to leave a wound on the stone tablet.

"That... that... can you let me understand the technique?"

Wang Changsheng said with some embarrassment: "I don't have high requirements, just one sword technique is enough, preferably one with a broad sword with both hands!"

With that said, Wang Changsheng took out the Langcang Sword!

Wang Changsheng didn't practice many techniques, and the one he often used against enemies was the Wild Wave Sword Technique. After his breakthrough, Wang Changsheng's understanding of the Wild Wave Sword Technique improved by leaps and bounds.

Now that Wang Changsheng has mastered all of the Kuang Lang Sword Technique except the last one, Wang Changsheng has also discovered that the Kuang Lang Saber Technique is still a bit weak against the true cultivation of Jindan.

This is the upper limit caused by the spell, unless Wang Changsheng can transform the Wild Wave Sword Technique. However, for Wang Changsheng, it is a good place like Ling to get a sword technique, which is much more convenient than studying the Wild Wave Sword Technique by himself.

"roll!"

"Get out of here!"

As soon as Wang Changsheng finished speaking, he heard an angry voice coming into his mind.

"Who?" Wang Changsheng was immediately shocked: "Is there really someone? Who are you?"

Wang Changsheng's answer was still an angry voice.

"People like you are not worthy of entering the spirit!"

A roaring sound was heard, and immediately after, Wang Changsheng felt that the spiritual energy in his spirit began to surge.

"What are you going to do?"

"No, no!"

An exclamation came from Wang Changsheng's mouth.

Before Wang Changsheng had time to resist, a huge force directly crushed Wang Changsheng's body. Wang Changsheng flew directly backwards and flew out of the spirit gloriously again.

It's still that shadow, it's still that pit...

Even the posture lying in the pit was almost the same as before.

To be precise, it was not that Wang Changsheng had no time to resist, but that in the face of such huge power, Wang Changsheng could not resist at all!

"Who is it?"

Wang Changsheng roared in his heart: "Li Fusheng, you liar, you lied to me again!"

"Didn't you say that only the Ninth City has gatekeepers? You're lying to me again!"

Compared with other monks, Wang Changsheng knows more about the Nine Cities of Immortality. Of course, compared with the black old monster, Wang Changsheng is still a little behind.

Wang Changsheng's understanding of the Nine Cities of Dengxian came from Li Fusheng. Li Fusheng mentioned Hidden Sword City and Ling many times, and even the Five Elements Mountain behind it, etc.

Li Fusheng mentioned more about the last city of the Nine Cities of Dengxian.

Because, in the last city of the Nine Cities of Immortality, there is a monk who is in charge. The monk comes from the Mighty Heaven Realm. As for his cultivation level, Li Fusheng did not say anything. He just told Wang Changsheng that as long as he planned well, Wang Changsheng would definitely have a chance to enter the Mighty Heaven Realm.

However, Li Fusheng didn't say that there are monks in the spirit? !

fraud!

Li Fusheng is a big liar!

Wang Changsheng was once again sure that he had been tricked by Li Fusheng!

Wang Changsheng slowly crawled out of the pit and sat on the edge of the pit, watching other monks walk into the spirit with a depressed expression.

Wang Changsheng felt that the sword he struck was like creating a chasm between himself and the spirit.