The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Su Shisan had seen the description of Lei Jie in countless novels about cultivating immortals, but no matter what the scene was, it was not enough to describe the shock he saw with his own eyes!A streak of golden lightning strikes the ground, or maybe it's not the ground, but white mist.

His whole body was deep in the mist, the lightning couldn't strike him, and his whole body couldn't be lit with fire.The mist melted everything, but it couldn't penetrate the cloud robe on him.Every time the ferocious golden zig-zag lightning fell, there would be a scoff, as if a charcoal star was forced into ice water, and quickly disappeared.

Su Shisan turned his head in a daze, and found that he was wearing a cloud robe and holding a golden sword in his hand.The magic weapon factor thrown to him by the senior brothers in Xiaoyao Mountain appeared on the stage!Qingliu Dalang had already quietly stood beside him at some point, seeing him looking over, he hurriedly took out the last magic weapon from his Qiankun bag, handed it to him and said, "Is that enough?"

Su Shisan was surprised that he could still hear Qingliu Dalang's voice clearly.So he raised half of his eyebrows, and a pair of black and white deer eyes flashed. "Dalang, can you see me?"

"Of course I can see you!" Aoyagi Dalang was shocked. "Baby, what's the matter with you?"

... Don't call Lei Dian Stupid, right?

Qingliu Dalang became more and more worried, and simply trapped Su Shisan with the last magic weapon.

Xiaoyaoshan didn't know which senior brother actually lost a piece of clothing to Su Shisan.It was a black cloak, made of unknown material, with stars circulating all over it.A serpent with a feather crown is embroidered on the left shoulder, which looks mysterious and gloomy.

The cloak covered Su Shisan's cloud robe, and also hid Su Shisan's long hair flowing in the clouds.Su Shisan turned his head, half of his face was covered by the shadow of the cloak, but the other half of his face looked extraordinarily bright in the mist.It is as bright as the bright moon in the sky, and it seems that ice flowers carved from jade have bloomed from the stone.

Qingliu Dalang couldn't describe the appearance of Su Shisan he saw right now, but he knew that the baby was about to go through a catastrophe.He swallowed his saliva, and said nervously: "It is said that there are 81 thunderstorms, if it doesn't work, I will carry the next [-] thunderstorms for you."

"unnecessary!"

Su Shisan smiled, and then the corners of his lips became more and more raised, and he couldn't help bending over and laughing loudly.Laughter shook off the black cloak, and the stars on the cloak shivered all over his body.

"If I can't even bear these ninety-nine and eighty-one thunders, what kind of calamity will I go through and what kind of god will I become!"

The more Su Shisan said, the more ironic he felt.After a pause, he couldn't help laughing out loud again.

His laugh was too exaggerated, almost hysterical.Qingliu Dalang laughed along with him at first, but gradually stopped smiling, and just stared at him blankly.

In the mist, only Su Shisan's wild laughter was heard.There seemed to be tears in that laughter, and it seemed that the last reluctance remained.

"Honey, you..."

"I can not be reconciled!"

Su Shisan said word by word, then slowly straightened up.He finally stopped his smile, his face was so indifferent that it was almost ice-cold.

Aoyagi Dalang felt that it would be better to laugh, baby!Such indifference made him dare not step forward.

When Su Shisan glanced at him, there seemed to be clusters of flames hidden in his eyes.

"Dalang, although I don't want to become a god, but right now... I'm afraid I have to!"

After Su Shisan finished speaking, he suddenly raised his left hand, with the palm facing up, and brazenly caught a golden lightning that fell from the sky.The lightning was like a swimming snake, undulating in his palm.A moment later, it actually penetrated into the texture of his skin and melted into his blood vessels.Bathed in the golden lightning, Su Shisan's long hair fluttered, and his whole body became more and more radiant.

The lightning all over the sky finally exploded one by one, and they all rushed towards Su Shisan.One, two, eighty.

No.80 When a thunder fell, Su Shisan clearly saw the Jiange of Xiaoyao Mountain.

In Xiaoyao Mountain, at the same time, 810 thunderstorms descended.Then came the second batch of 810 mines.

Xiaoyao Mountain, from master Ling Fuzi to the twelve senior brothers, and the disciples who he saw all over the mountains and plains wearing snow-white cross-collar robes when he went back, really ascended collectively!

Su Shisan closed his eyes, but he could still feel the same tremor as Jiange.It's just that the flow of time in the two worlds is different. In Xiaoyao Mountain, it is clear that the tenth person has passed the thunder tribulation, but here he has just been hit by 81 thunders.The cloak on Su Shisan's back had been torn long ago, and even the cloud robe was torn apart by lightning. His long hair was curly, and his whole body turned into a beam of purple and gold intertwined in the light of thunder and lightning. .

In the center of the light beam, Su Shisan's human body became thinner and thinner, but instead, a flower tree suddenly appeared in the thunder and lightning.The height of the tree is thousands of feet, or thousands of feet, and it is impossible to measure the size in this vast cloud and mist. I only feel that Su Shisan's figure is extremely tall and extremely ethereal, as if he would be scattered by the wind in a panic.

But the wind can't blow him away, and the thunder can't kill him.Finally, in the flash of thunder and lightning, Su Shisan's whole body turned into a soundless light.Each grain faintly emits strong light in the clouds and mist.

"Baby!"

Qingliu Dalang rushed towards him in a panic.However, the moment his fingertips touched it, without sound, something seemed to explode in the dark.

Clap!

There was clearly no sound, but it was exactly like the violent tremor at the first division of heaven and earth, and then Su Shisan dispersed into tiny invisible particles in front of him.It looks like golden dust, and it also looks like the starlight turned into after the fall of a mortal cultivator.

Qingliu Dalang hugged a wisp of star sand from the cloud with trembling fingers.The golden star sand danced happily in his palm, and then fled to an unknown distance.

Qingliu Dalang never expected that all the magic weapons in Xiaoyao Mountain would not be enough to help the baby successfully survive the catastrophe!

How the hell is this becoming a god? It's clearly killing him!

Qingliu Dalang suddenly raised his head and roared, the red long clothes were torn behind him.He suddenly turned into a dragon body, and his long sub-green hair turned into dragon whiskers in the mist.Qinglong hovered in the depths of the clouds, looking for traces of Su Shisan's existence one by one.

There was so much scattered star sand, no matter how hard he tried to get it, it would be futile.

Finally Qingliu Dalang suddenly remembered something, turned his head, a pair of long eyes the size of a mortal house stared at the huge white stone that had been sitting still in the clouds and mists.as expected!The white stone is now also showing a dazzling golden color.After the thunder and lightning in the sky, the white stone shone brilliantly in the clouds and mist, so bright that it almost blinded his piercing long eyes.

He really lost his mind just now, he actually forgot that at the very beginning, he carried back a piece of white stone that contained the precious Yuan Ling!If the beginning of everything is the end, then this stone...

Dragon Claw cautiously reached over and touched Baishi lightly.

Shiraishi moved, and then rolled playfully to the left twice, avoiding his touch.Dragon Claw reached out again, and Baishi dodged again.Dalang Qingliu was ecstatic, he quickly swung the dragon body, and chased after the white stone closely.

One dragon and one stone, actually playing in the clouds and mist.

I don't know how long it took, the white stone finally got tired of rolling, and it was quiet, waiting for him without dodging or evading.Qingliu Dalang held his breath carefully, for fear that if he exhaled heavily, the baby would run away again.

The two front paws suddenly came out, swiped, and immediately hid the white stone in front of him.

This time the stone didn't move again, but it visibly shook under his claws, and a baby's laughter could be faintly heard from inside.Dalang Qingliu was dumbfounded, and the dragon's head was carefully pasted.Listen again, it really is the laughter of a little baby.

"Cuckoo..."

"Giggle!"

The laughter was crisp and slid down like an elf.Every laugh is as crisp as a small attractive golden bell.The little bells jingle bells, the faucet of the hook is spinning... I am lost.

Huh?The touch in the arms is not right!The white stone clutching his chest also seemed to have turned into a golden bead.

He looked down again, didn't he!The surface of the white stone is smooth and jade-like, it is clearly a dragon ball!Unlike the white stone that he carried back in the Linlang Realm and fed it with heaven, material and earth treasures for 500 years, the one under his claws is clearly fit perfectly, without a single gap or loophole.

no blemishes.There is no temperature.Perfect... as if made by God.

The baby didn't die like a god, but successfully crossed the catastrophe? !Qingliu Dalang was overjoyed immediately.

Holding the dragon ball, he tore through the space-time gap, shook his head and tail, and rushed towards the Dragon Market.

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After Qingliu Dalang left with Baishi in his arms, the clouds and mist all over the mountain gradually dispersed.

"The god is gone!"

"Come out! Look, am I much more beautiful now?"

"Oh, I'm about to ascend, it doesn't matter if I'm pretty or not!"

A group of mountain spirits and wood monsters probed their heads one after another, and then appeared in the clouds and mist.Led by Lao Song, most of the ghosts who had listened to Su Shisan's preaching in the Tang Dynasty actually came.

The willow spirit brushed off his cuffs, narrowed the corners of his slender eyes, and sighed slightly sadly. "It's a pity that Xiao Qiniang couldn't follow!"

"Are you still thinking about that scorpion spirit?" Lao Song leaned on his crutch slowly and smiled. "She voluntarily entered the reincarnation, just like that mortal, going through life and death, what can you and I do like that!"

"That's the way it is said," the willow tree spirit reveled in the end. "After I ascend, no one will take care of her in this world, in case someone bullies her..."

"That's her own fault!" Lao Song sighed. "Each has its own cause and effect. Each has its own fate!"

The willow spirit was about to say something, but suddenly Old Song continued: "Little Taohong has been with me for more than three hundred years, and in the end, isn't it also the end of the song?"

The willow spirit finally fell silent.

Another spirit patted the willow spirit on the shoulder. "I am waiting for the ascension at this moment, and I still have to thank the little monk for going through the catastrophe. There are so many laws of heaven and earth in the thunder and lightning. Even after ascension, I have benefited a lot! I have to thank the little monk!"

"Not bad! I have to thank the little monk for sending me this good fortune! It's not in vain that I waited a long way to come by boat, and I finally caught up with it!"

All the spirits clasped their palms together.

I don't know who said it. "It's rare to meet the spirits of heaven and earth becoming gods this time. It can be seen that for thousands of years, I have been studying hard and practicing deduction skills are useful! Fortunately, I deduced that the little monk will become a god!"

As soon as the words came out, all the spirits fell silent.

"...By the way, after the little monk became a god, why did his flesh and body fall and he couldn't even find his spirit?"

After the clouds cleared, the spirits and monsters were still at a loss.He looked at Wang Dapeng, a mortal who was sleeping soundly like a mentally retarded man outside the barrier, and looked at each other, and finally, he didn't know who it was, and said something in a low voice.

"Dao Cang has a saying that returning to the basics is better than a child. The little monk...returned to chaos?"