Family cultivation: I will create a family of sword immortals

"This is the magical power of Confucian cultivators, and it is also something that only the most core lineage can practice. For example, your second brother Cheng'an is in the academy, but at most he is studying, and has never touched the real core practice. If one practices to the extreme, he can even easily predict the life and death of others." Li Yang said. He could naturally sense the changes in Li Chengtian's aura.

Even with this blessing, his realm was about to rise, and he was about to enter the late Jindan stage. However, he was still missing some key things, so he could only take half a step into it.

"It's a pity that the three religions now cherish their once top-level inheritances and are unwilling to pass them on to others. Although they are each other's descendants now, they are all practicing "Taoism" instead of the true Taoist tradition." Li Yang continued.

Even as Li Yang was speaking, those great monks had already continued to take action. This time, everyone seemed to be in a state of fighting a desperate battle. All their spells were released. Within this barrier of words, there was no need to worry about the spells affecting innocent people. Except for the mountains, rivers, and living beings that were brought in, there was no need to worry about anything else.

The god transformed from the purple gas of Taoist Ziyun immediately rose a thousand feet high, and the rolling purple gas went towards the Lord of Huangyangtian, trying to trap the Lord of Huangyangtian for a moment. However, the moment he touched the Lord of Huangyangtian, his whole body transformed from the purple gas immediately rolled up from the inside out, as if boiled, and endless purple gas flowed in all directions like steam.

The purple-air god had a ferocious expression on his face. Although he was only the spirit of the incense burner in Taoist Ziyun's hand, after countless years, he had become almost the same as a living being, with seven emotions and six desires. Now that he was in pain, he could naturally feel it clearly.

However, he did not move away from the Lord of Huangyangtian. Instead, he trapped the Lord of Huangyangtian even more.

Taoist Ziyun continuously injected spiritual power into the incense burner in her hands, stabilizing the incense burner's spirit that had transformed into a god. She was also struggling very hard. This incense burner was her natal object and was almost tied to her Taoism. A trace of the pain felt by the spirit was transmitted to her, and she felt somewhat the same.

On the other side, the Taoist Zhanlong put his sword back into the scabbard. He flashed to the center of the Lord Huangyangtian's eyebrows in a few seconds, then drew the sword in his hand and slashed towards the center of the Lord Huangyangtian's eyebrows. Suddenly, the dazzling sword energy pierced through the center of the Lord Huangyangtian's eyebrows and went out from the back of his head. The sword energy that stretched for thousands of miles directly pierced through the mountains and rivers behind him, and even hit the boundary wall of the text barrier. The entire space was violently turbulent.

This sword energy created a huge crack on the huge body of Lord Huangyangtian, and then the crack spread from the center of his eyebrows to the entire body. The other cultivators took this opportunity to use their strongest offensive methods, as if they were going to kill Lord Huangyangtian completely.

"Successful?" someone asked in a low voice. The magic spells continued to be directed towards the Lord of Huangyangtian. Everyone did not dare to relax at all. After all, this was the legendary Xuanxian-level god. They were afraid that there were other means to bring the dead back to life.

Li Chengtian was also concerned, his face was solemn, because he sensed that Huang Yangtian's sword energy was getting stronger and stronger. He could only suppress the sword energy in his body, because the sword art he practiced was exactly that of Huang Yangtian. Now this strong sword energy was not a good thing.

As expected. In an instant, countless brilliant sun sword qi gushed out from the cracks opened by the Lord of the Brilliant Sun Sky, and in a short time, the entire text fence was filled with sword intent.

The first to bear the brunt of the attack was the Taoist Zhanlong who slashed at the Lord of Huangyangtian with his long sword. The surging sword energy directly blew the whole person away, and hideous wounds appeared on his body. Fortunately, he was protected inside by his own magic, so the Taoist Zhanlong only suffered some injuries on the surface of his body, and his main path was unobstructed.

The purple-air god who had been holding the Lord of Huangyangtian captive was instantly shattered by the surging sword energy. Its master, Taoist Ziyun, spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and the incense burner in his hand trembled, with fine cracks appearing on it.

The brilliant sword energy first gushed out towards the sky, and then suddenly fell like rain, and all the cultivators dodged everywhere.

However, those monks who had poorer means of preserving their lives were not so lucky. Their entire bodies were pierced by the sword energy, and some were even cut in half.

Li Chengtian drew his sword, and the sword energy of Huangyangtian was countered by the sword energy of Huangyangtian, thus avoiding the sudden disaster unscathed. However, this action also attracted the attention of others. All along, except for the Taoist Zhanlong, everyone thought that Li Chengtian was just a small cultivator who was innocently implicated. Unexpectedly, he had a lot of cause and effect with the Lord of Huangyangtian.

"This aura... the Son of Heaven?" Taoist Ziyun frowned, sensing a familiar aura from Li Chengtian. That was exactly the aura of a person who carries the destiny of the human dynasty. Since the demise of the ancient Xia Kingdom, there has been no "Son of Heaven" in the world.

Everyone knows where the Taoist Zhanlong’s roots in Taoism lie, but they did not expect that the appearance of the Lord of Huangyangtian is actually related to the Son of Heaven who carries destiny.

Although the cultivators of the three sects and seven schools all planned to kill the emperor and completely cut off the possibility of the emergence of a new dynasty, the Lord of Huangyangtian is the most crucial issue now.

Within the entire fence of text, the Huangyang sword energy was pervasive, and the cracks on the body of the Lord of Huangyangtian were finally healed, and the shape of a long sword condensed in his hand.

"Thanks to the death of the Sword Master back then, otherwise we gods would not have been able to master such means and would not have the true sword intent. Otherwise, none of you would have survived today." The Lord of Huangyangtian murmured, and then he just casually wiped the sword in his hand, and cracks instantly appeared on the text barrier that separated the sky and the earth.

Suddenly, the sound of shattering spread all around.

The entire barrier of words was thus broken, and all the people who had already left the human world returned to it. The broken mountains and rivers returned to their original positions, and those seriously injured monks could only barely reunite their bodies.

And the Dragon-Slaying Taoist also reappeared from deep in the earth.

The Lord of Huangyangtian stretched out his tentacles and headed towards the phantom of Huangyangtian floating above the sky. One after another tiny figures were about to descend upon this world.

Everyone was facing a serious threat; this time the crisis had become extremely serious.

This is not just an ancient god reappearing in the light of day, but a creature from another world, this is the case in this world!

The bright sun is coming.