film world traveler

"Thousands of spells, thousands of avenues, I just want to ask, can you ascend?"

The sword light flashed one after another. Chen Jun held the sword as a pen on the towering stone tablet nearby. He moved the sword like flying. In the glare of the electric light, a line of vigorous and powerful iron-painted silver hooks seemed to have the sword marks of a pen and a dragon and a snake engraved on it.

Swish swish swish!!!

The sword power flew like a dragon, and the sword energy criss-crossed. When the sword mark fell on the last sentence on the stone tablet, the sword intention flew out through the stone like a substance. The sharp edge was biting, giving people a chill deep into the bone marrow. You couldn't help but tremble and shudder.

Madness.

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared on the stone tablet, as if it could not bear the supreme sword intention, and at this moment the whole sentence was finally completed.

Chen Jun sighed again.

If you don't read the Book of Heaven, you won't know the vastness of the road ahead, nor will you know your own insignificance in the face of knowledge and truth.

The road is long and far away, I will search up and down.

But can the thousands of magic spells and infinite avenues recorded in the Heavenly Book enable him to ascend in this world?

This is the task given to him by the system, and he is also interested in completing the vision that no one has ever achieved in the Zhuxian world.

But at the time, the founders of the Qingyun Sect, Qingyunzi, Qingye Zhenren and others were all men of astonishing talent. They held the fifth volume of the Heavenly Book, the most massive sword, the Immortal Killing Sword. They had been reading it for hundreds of years, but they had not yet ascended, but had become immortals and died.

Chen Jun felt a little confused and was not sure whether he could do it.

After all, he has to walk the road by himself. Looking around this empty cave, no one can answer his questions and doubts.

He looked at the sword meaning font on the stone tablet, shook his head and smiled bitterly, does this count as destroying ancient relics?

He really didn't mean it. He had an idea and was in high spirits. No one can avoid it. He just left this line of font next to "Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as rotten dogs". What would Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio's expressions be if they saw it?

This line leaves nothing but a line of words.

From this line of work, he took away nothing but a head full of heavenly book knowledge and a doubt.

Walking out of the cave, the clear blue sky suddenly opened up, the green grass was moist with the morning rain and dew, the breeze was blowing, and the mountains were dripping with green. Chen Jun walked out, looking at the scene in front of him, his mood slowly relaxed, and his doubts gradually became

deepen.

Stepping out of Kongsang Mountain, walking in a densely populated town, Chen Jun, with disheveled hair, slowly walked among the streets. It was already the coldest month of winter in the north, and the ground was covered with thick ice and snow. The surrounding people and young men were all wearing thick coats.

, raised his eyes and looked at him strangely, but he was still dressed in white single clothes and seemed to be unaware of the cold.

Walking like this, from the cold north to the Central Plains, from the cold winter to the warm spring, Chen Jun embarked on the path of exploration because of the doubts in his heart, but the world is so big that he didn't know where to go. Fortunately, he didn't know where to go.

Think about where you can reach your goal, and measure the road with your feet, which is the journey.

Ten days passed by, and I unknowingly walked into the deep mountains and valleys, feeling the dangers of mountains and rivers, and the vast lakes and swamps. I drank mountain dew when I was thirsty, and ate wild fruits when I was hungry. I felt calmer than ever before.

Think and solve doubts.

During the process, his mind seemed to be in some mysterious opportunity, slowly sublimating.

The mystery of ascension?

On the shore of an inaccessible lake, Chen Jun looked at himself in the mirror on the water with disheveled hair. Although his appearance was dust-free due to the monk's spiritual power, his desolate appearance appeared for the first time.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

There was a burst of laughter that stretched up to the sky, the sound shook for miles, and a violent wave suddenly arose on the surface of the lake light.

"Chen Jun, Chen Jun, it is unreasonable for you to claim that your sword is empty and powerful. The heroes have given up. Now you have been troubled by the mystery of an ascension for several months. How ridiculous! Hold the sword, hold the sword, and the one who holds the sword should move forward indomitably. There is no way forward, so why not

, don’t you even have the confidence to open up a new path?”

The sound spread in all directions, and this sound was a heart-touching question that all cultivators must go through.

"Regardless of all kinds of magic and myriad avenues, you do your own thing, and I do mine." Chen Jun looked at the figure on the water, his voice gradually became deeper, but his eyes became brighter: "I have a long sword in my hand, why can't I open it?

Find a way out? After a long march of 25,000 miles, who could know that the sun and moon have changed the sky?"

His eyes were bright, as bright as the stars in the sky. He stepped out of the lake with one step, like a god controlling the wind. His black hair fluttered wildly. He stood on the lake, suddenly thrust his arm into the air, and suddenly grasped his five fingers, as if grabbing

Survived the strong wind.

Keng!

The long sword behind him suddenly unsheathed, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, the energy flowed, and with a whooshing sound it was like a dragon soaring into the sky, and suddenly fell into Chen Jun's hand like a meteor.

"The Book of Heaven contains the Way of Heaven, so what is the Way of Heaven?"

"The Way of Heaven is like a bow and bow. Those who are high suppress it, and those who are low lift it up. Those who have more damage will lose it, and those who have less will make up for it. The way of Heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more damage. This is not the case with the way of man. The damage is not enough to serve.

There is more than enough. Who can have more than enough to serve the world? Only the Taoist..."

A question and answer room.

Choking!!!

Deep in the lake, a sudden dragon-like roar of swords spread in all directions, causing the waves of the lake to roll and flow, and then a dazzling sword light flew into the sky, like a startling rainbow rising across the sky.

With one strike of the sword, the entire small lake shook.

When the sword fell, steaming water mist appeared on the lake, as if it was shrouded in fog. Every time the sword was struck, the waves on the entire lake were stirred. In the end, only a clear voice was heard:

"The Fourteenth Sword!"

Wow!

A bolt of lightning penetrated the white mist, and in an instant, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed. The fog in the entire lake within a radius of more than ten miles was shaken away, and the lake surface returned to its original calmness.

"call!"

Chen Jun breathed a long sigh of relief. He already had the answer to his doubts. Looking back now, the six thousand miles journey in the past two months was not as good as the 25,000 mile Long March, but the effect was remarkable and made him understand.

Seeing one's nature eliminates obstacles.

Not only that, the Death Sword also opened up the Fourteenth Sword, and even the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao's realm at the eighth level of Yu Qing Realm has become much more stable. It is only a matter of time before the breakthrough.

"Let's go."

His mind moved, and he was about to take a step out, when suddenly a voice came from the big boat in the center of the lake: "It is indeed a shocking swordsmanship of Tongtian. I wonder if that swordsman can come to the boat to talk about it. There will be a good wine reception here."

"

Chen Jun was slightly startled. When he was dancing the sword on the lake just now, even though his mind was focused on the sword, he still paid attention to all directions, but he did not notice that there was a large ship in the center, and the cultivation level implied in the sound should not be underestimated.

"Since there is good wine, you're welcome."

With a few leaps, Chen Jun flew onto the big ship. He looked around and saw that the ship was very large, enough to accommodate a courtyard. There was a square table in the center of the ship. There were people on three sides of the square table. There were people dressed like a scribe.

, her demeanor is calm and extraordinary, one is a graceful girl who makes people feel heart-beating as soon as she glances at her, the other is old and aged, but her eyes are shining and there is a smile on her lips.

Only among these three people, Chen Jun could not tell what their level of cultivation was, but it was enough to confirm that their level was at least above him.

Behind these three people, there is a man and a woman behind the scribe, the man is handsome, the woman is pretty, behind the old man stands a handsome young man, nodding towards him, and finally, behind the graceful girl stands a pretty and charming woman,

The face is covered with a veil, making it impossible to see the beautiful scenery under the tip of the nose.

I happened to know this woman, Chen Jun, who was the Jin Ping'er of Nanyue Kingdom that day.

Jin Ping'er is the saint of the Hehuan Sect. She is standing, so the girl in front of her should be the leader of the Hehuan Sect. After calculating in sequence, it is not difficult to guess the identities of the other two people around Fang Table. They are the leader of the Ghost King Sect.

The Old Poison God, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Now among the four major forces of the Demon Sect, only the Changsheng Hall has not come.

But even so, Chen Jun could be said to have entered the devil's nest, and it was not just him. Standing beside the railing of the treasure ship were the elite subordinates of various sects. Among them, he saw a familiar figure, Xiao Yicai.

Demon Sect Infernal Affairs is indeed the most outstanding disciple of Qingyun Sect, yet he is so courageous.

Xiao Yicai looked at him, shock and disbelief flashed in his eyes, but there was no fluctuation at all. Their eyes slightly intertwined, everything was silent.

"Sir, do you like staring at me so much?"

Jin Ping'er's beautiful eyes flashed, and she smiled coquettishly: "Since the encounter in South Vietnam, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon. Is it possible that you miss me so much?"

At this moment, several eyes looked at him.