Aiming for the Immortal Path

Xuanyuan Sword Sect is the authentic sect of Xuanmen, which does not mean that everyone is like Xiao Wujian.

In addition, there may be people in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect who are secretly trying to figure out what happened to Baili Lingquan.

It's okay if the identity of the Sanxian body is not exposed, but once it is exposed, I am afraid it may cause fire.

Su Twelve has been traveling in the world of immortality for many years, and has already cultivated an exquisite heart with seven orifices, and can see all kinds of things very thoroughly.

In life, the only one you can rely on is yourself.

The follow-up trip to Quicksand Land can only be mediated by one's own strength.

As for these worries, there was no need to say anything to Xiao Yue and Han Yu. .??.??

Xiao Yue heard this and her eyes fell on Han Yu again.

"Junior Brother Han, without further ado, let's escort the last trace of uncle's spirit back to the sect."

Han Yu suppressed his sadness and worry and nodded immediately after hearing this.

But, just when he was about to speak.

"Don't... waste your efforts!"

An extremely weak voice came from behind him.

As soon as this sound came out, Han Yu's body shook violently. Before he could react, the black wooden box on his back shook slightly.

A stream of light exuding sword intent rushed out from it and hovered above the crowd.

In the stream of light, Xiao Wukian's almost completely transparent Nascent Soul also appeared in everyone's sight.

Before the figure stabilized, it slowly dissipated from bottom to top at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Master! Your soul is still there, and with this soul-nurturing wooden box, as long as you return to the sect, the elders in the sect will definitely have a way to bring you back to life!"

Han Yu ignored his sadness and shouted urgently at the top of his voice.

His eyes were wide open, and he didn't even dare to blink more.

I am afraid that the next moment, the person I am familiar with and care about will disappear in front of me.

"Yu'er, life and death

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You have a destiny, don’t force it! "

"It is a foregone conclusion that the master's Nascent Soul will spontaneously combust, and his body and spirit will disappear."

"Even if there is a senior in the sect who resorts to unnatural means to extend his life for me as a teacher. The path to immortality will inevitably cease to exist. By then, life will be worse than death. For my teacher, it is really Is that a good thing?"

Xiao Wujian's translucent Nascent Soul slowly dissipated from the bottom up.

Moreover, there was an open-minded and calm expression on his face.

From the moment he mobilized his troops and concentrated his life's energy, he had already had the consciousness of death the moment he made his move at the Immortal Tomb.

"But……"

Han Yu's body trembled, words came to his lips, but he didn't know where to start.

Xiao Yue stood aside, shedding tears before she could speak. Two lines of clear tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her eyes.

In Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Xiao Wujian is just her uncle.

But both of them had the same surname: Xiao, and they were still in Cangshan when they encountered a crisis. Her grandfather, Lu Mingshi, who raised her, tried his best to take her to Gulin Xiaoshan.

It was with the help of Gulin Xiaoshan that he and Han Yu were able to join the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Moreover, he quickly gained a place among various genius sword cultivators.

There is no other reason for this. Xiao Wujian is not only a member of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, but also the leader of the Xiaoshan clan in Gulin.

With the same surname Xiao, the connection between the two people is very deep.

"It's nothing! You two don't need to be sad for me. You have to keep walking on the road ahead."

"Yu'er, whatever the essence of swordsmanship can teach you, my master has already taught it to you. In the future, you have to learn more by yourself. Remember, your sword should be an indomitable sword. Whatever your heart desires, it will be Go to nothing

forward! "

"As for Yue'er, you will temporarily take over the position of head of the Xiaoshan clan in Gulin from now on."

Before Han Yu could say anything, Xiao Wukian's voice came out.

The two people's eyes were filled with tears and their hearts became increasingly sad.

Extreme sadness spread from the two of them. At this moment, all they could do was nod. ??

And while he was talking, Xiao Wujian's Yuanying disappeared, and it was at the last moment.

"Don't be too sad! Once in life, no guilt, no regrets, no life in vain, no death in vain, that's enough!"

After some generous words, Xiao Wukian's Nascent Soul completely dissipated.

After a blink of an eye, the location of Nascent Soul was empty, with only the faintest trace of power left, dispersing into the heaven and earth.

"Master..."

Seeing this scene, Han Yu couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart.

With a plop, he fell to his knees on the ground, letting out a heart-rending wail.

Xiao Yue's eyes were already filled with tears, and she was so sad that she couldn't help herself!

Su Twelve and the others stood aside silently, not saying much, but they also had mixed feelings in their hearts.

Among them, Liu Hua, the swordsman of the East China Sea, stood silently aside.

The expressions on his face changed, ranging from regret to some kind of indescribable understanding.

In the Immortal Tomb, Xiao Wujian's choice and his current words all brought varying degrees of impact and influence to the three of them.

There is a period of distraction, so you don't hesitate to fight off the troops yourself, but you also have to fight for a chance of survival for a few people.

Su Twelve could think of a way to break the situation later, and Xiao Wujian's life-saving attack was also crucial.

And this kind of fearless spirit of sacrifice is extremely rare in the vast world of immortality.

At this moment, the three of them were saddened by Xiao Wujian's death.

Invisibly, he suffered even more hardships

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Through the influence of metaphor, I have a further understanding of the long road to immortality.

Liu Hua, the Sword Saint of the East Sea, is the strongest among the few in terms of swordsmanship.

He has the most feelings in his heart.

His expression keeps changing, and every change represents his deeper understanding of swordsmanship.

Silently, the sword intent of the Sword Saint of the East Sea spreads rapidly.

The sword intent surges, like a towering mountain rising from the ground.

"Hiss... Is this... Daoist Liu Hua's swordsmanship attainment further improved?!"

The sudden sword intent made Lin Hezhou unable to care about sadness.

He was shocked, his eyes fell on Liu Hua, and he exclaimed in shock.

Su Twelve's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "I'm afraid it's not just as simple as improvement!"

Lin Hezhou looked puzzled, "Hmm? What does Daoist Wang mean?"

"Enlightenment!" Su Twelve said calmly.

The words came out, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves.

Lin Hezhou's breathing suddenly became rapid, and even Xiao Yue and Han Yue, who were extremely sad, subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of Liu Hua.

Enlightenment is not a strange word for cultivators.

The so-called enlightenment is the process of incredible changes in the cultivation world after accumulating many insights into the "Tao" during the practice.

The opportunity for enlightenment may be something, a sentence, or seeing a special scenery, all are possible!

This change starts from the state of mind, and then triggers the resonance of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and finally reflects on the body.

In the process of change, the state of mind and cultivation strength of the enlightened person will be greatly improved.

Once the enlightenment is achieved, not only the state of mind is improved, but also the realm of cultivation is improved, which is no less than the merits of a sixty years or even hundreds of years of hard practice.