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

After he finished speaking, he walked straight to the city gate, and the half-meter-wide city gate seemed to be nothing in front of him.

Silently, a white-clothed figure stuck to the city gate, raised his hand, and passed through.In just one breath, his figure was annihilated.Can no longer be seen.

Nawufu's eyes widened, and he forgot to put down the flag in his hand, and his hands kept shaking. "This, this is a demon monk!" He yelled, and then suddenly came back to his senses, took off the flag from the top of the tower, put it under his arm, and frantically ran down the tower to escape on horseback.

Inside the city gate, Lingran frowned after stepping in.I felt okay outside, but as soon as I entered the city gate, I could smell a cold rusty smell in the air.

The yellow-orange fog shrouded both sides of the official road as if it had substance, and the place where there were many shops is now wide open, quiet and silent.

The wailing and screaming heard outside the city just now seemed to be eaten by an invisible monster in an instant, and no clues could be found.

Even the wind seemed a little disturbing.

Lingran moved his fingers, and the black snake entrenched on his ring finger spit out words. "Blood! The smell of blood is everywhere here."

Lingran listened carefully, the sound of bang bang footsteps was getting closer and closer, as if a huge monster was coming.

However, Lingran is not afraid now.

It's strange to say that when he was Su Shisan, he had been in Jiange for ten years, no matter how hard Ling Fuzi tried to enlighten him, he was still stubborn.The senior brothers fought with him, and his swordsmanship has always been extremely poor.

After ten years of Jiange, he finally only remembered the first form, Wanjian Guizong.

Later, when traveling through time and space with Qingliu Dalang, the sky was torn, time flowed turbulently, and countless stars burned and annihilated into star sand.In that strange scene, he gained supreme perception.

At this moment, he was as light as a swallow, but he was able to cast spells at will.

He didn't know where this ability came from. He tried to ask Qingliu Dalang, but the guy said flatly, Thirteen, you already have the ability to reach the sky.

When asked why, Dalang didn't say anything.

He has never tried what kind of supernatural ability it is, and now he just happens to use this monster to practice his hands.

Don't be afraid, anyway, if something happens, Comrade Da Lang will take care of him at worst!

Lingran closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her pupils were shining brightly, her tongue burst into thunder, and she let out a loud drink. "Where is the monster, don't show up quickly!"

There was a roar on the ground, and a face with yellow fangs suddenly appeared from the orange-yellow monster mist.

"You haven't even repaired the human form!" Lingran sneered.

The monster was furious, its figure trembled, and gusts of orange-yellow demonic wind blew, and a monster with a human body and an animal head gradually condensed in the mist.The monster was two feet tall, condescending, and exhaled a stream of hot air from its nostrils, and said to Lingran, "Little ants, dare to come to my Tang Dynasty!"

Lingran smiles. "Although I'm smaller than you, I'm not an ant. If you're bigger, I'm bigger than you!" Saying the mantra, his figure rose rapidly, and soon he was two feet tall, facing the monster face to face.

A man and a demon stand on a high place, and the fish-scale tile houses under their feet are like toys.

Lingran laughed again and said, "How many people have you eaten? You can spit out a bloody smell!"

The monster spoke in a low voice, like a skin drum with not-so-good leather buzzing and vibrating in the wind, making annoying noises. "You monk, what does this king have to do with you when he comes out to find some blood food by himself?!"

Ling Ran said, "It doesn't matter at first, but monk, I want to enter the city. You are causing trouble here, and the gate of the city is closed. Monk, I am still hungry, and I have no steamed buns to eat."

The monster laughed. "Since you want to eat, why don't you eat these meats with me." He said with a big hand, and his fingers passed through the door of Washe.

The monster is now two feet tall, and his fingers are half the size of a mortal's door, so he can easily pierce through the fastened door of a mortal and catch him.

It picked up three or five mortals with its fingers, brought them under Lingran's nose, and said, "Here, these are all! Monk, which one do you like to eat?"

The faces of those mortals were earthy, trembling under the thick fingers of the monster Li Hei, and they looked at Lingran with a look of fear in their eyes.

Lingran also imagined to be like the master Ling Fuzi in the last small world, taking out a whisk from his arms, pretending to be a Taoist master, and then saving people easily.

But he is a monk now, and he has nothing in his arms. After thinking about it, he took out a big bowl from his sleeve for a long time, and finally took out a big bowl.

But it is not a purple gold bowl.

Now he only got a big copper bowl.

He knocked on the bowl, and flicked his fingers on the copper bowl, making a crisp tinkling sound. "Since you gave it to me, then bring it all to the poor monk's bowl!"

As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, the few people held by the monster felt as if there was an invisible hand in the wind, gently holding their waists and putting them directly into the copper bowl.

"Monk, you, don't eat us! Please..." Inside the copper bowl, several small people shivered and huddled together.

Lingran smiled, in this dark, yellow and orange mist, he could actually smile like a February spring breeze was blowing on his face.The few people in the bowl were almost stunned, unable to speak, and thought to themselves, this monk looks really good when he smiles!

Lingran waved his sleeves, and took the copper bowl and those people into his sleeves.

Those people stumbled and rolled a few times in his sleeves, and then they took advantage of the wind to return to their house.It just felt like a big dream.

Seeing that Lingran not only refused to eat, but let those people go, the monster instantly became furious, took out the long stick pinned to the back of his waist, and smashed his head at Lingran's bald head.

A white line was drawn under Lingran's feet, his body was like a leaf of reed, he floated away from the slanting thorns, he flicked his backhand, and pointed to a sword, a cold sword energy greeted him. ——It was the only sword move he learned after staying in Jiange for ten years, Wan Jian Guizong.

Like a white lightning splitting the dark night, with the momentum of thunder, a white light exploded in the air, and then the white light exploded and scattered in all directions.

The monster was caught off guard, and screamed, causing the sword energy to be split into pieces on the spot, and the yellow-orange monster mist disappeared in an instant.A round of scorching sun above the head casts a golden light, and the universe is bright.

Lingran raised her head, smiled in surprise, and said, "It turns out that the swordsmanship taught to me by Master is so brutal."

【Ling Fu, although he has a bit of a temper,】 Hei Snake raised his head and said calmly, 【But he is still a good person. 】At this moment, since he was in Chang'an City, he didn't speak human words, but spoke in a hissing snake language.

What's even more paradoxical is that Lingran can understand it.

In the chaos of time and space, he not only obtained the ability to communicate with Qingliu Dalang and Lingfuzi, but also acquired many skills that have not yet been explored.It's like a bottomless treasure, one needs to go down layer by layer and down the stairs to find out what kind of strange gift he still has.

Lingran tilted her head and thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Yes, because one day I will go to hang out with the outside world, Master is afraid that I will be bullied outside."

Although the words were sweet and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, there was a touch of sadness in Lingran's eyes.

He thought, so from the very beginning, Master wanted to kick me out of the sect.

Ling Fuzi's heart is really cold!

Cold face.

It is worthy of being the number one legend in the world of cultivating immortals.