Immortal Immortal

"As expected of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I'm afraid every star is the size of a mountain."

Li Mo held the Phantom Fish Sword and stood on top of the Kun Whale's head. The Book of Creation was feeding back a large amount of information about the ancient Tianjian Sect.

Thousands of years ago, the Tianjian Gate was still located among the mountains.

For future generations of immortals, ten thousand years is neither too long nor too short, but it has drastically changed the scale of Tianjian Sect.

Li Mo's eyes swept across the stars in the sky.

According to the feedback from the Book of Creation, the stars are the [Sword Tomb] of Tianjian Sect.

In the ancient Tianjian Sect, the sword tomb was shaped like a tomb and was located in the core area of ​​the inner gate. It was filled with flying swords after the death of sword cultivators from past dynasties.

Anyone who starts sword cultivation must take a flying sword from the sword tomb to refine it.

Today, the sword mound is more like a dojo for raising swords.

And if Li Mo read it correctly, even the sword tomb itself was a special kind of flying sword, and the sword intent contained in it far exceeded his own universal light.

Rays of starlight shone on the surface of the sword tomb, making the sword's intention become even more vast as the sea.

"It's outrageous. The foundation of Tianjian Sect will continue to accumulate as time goes by. Do small and medium-sized sects really have hope of catching up with Tianjian Sect?"

Li Mo discovered that the location of the sword tomb was not suspended in the air, but seemed to rise and fall occasionally due to its own strength.

The sword tomb close to the ground should contain inferior flying swords.

Li Mo frowned slightly.

With the strength of his consciousness, he could not even see through the sword tomb at the lowest level. At the same time, the Phantom Fish Sword was also a little bit agitated.

Phantom Fish Sword seems to be very interested in a sword mound whose sword intention is biased towards [Illusion].

"The Phantom Fish Sword has been placed in the sword tomb for thousands of years, and I'm afraid it will be enough to transform into the corresponding flying sword. It is true that everything in the Tianjian Sect can be turned into a sword."

Li Mo's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

The magic system of Tianjian Sect, including all kinds of skills, is different from the world of immortality. The Taoism will definitely absorb indescribable nutrients.

"So this is the sword cultivator."

Ming Lin and others walked out of the retreat room and looked at Tianjianmen in a daze.

They had previously been unclear as to why the Sword Tongue Sect, as the consumables of the Tianjian Sect, still highly respected the Shang Sect, but now they finally understood.

Tianjianmen represents a path to becoming an immortal.

The affiliated sword sects came from different directions with magical weapons. They couldn't hide the throbbing in their hearts as they spoke of their respect for the Tianjian Sect.

As for the Sword Society's narrow escape in the cocoon, it has long been forgotten.

Buzz…

The Kun whale quietly approached Baili.

Li Mo's pupils dilated, and 60% of his spiritual power disappeared for no apparent reason, and the Four Yuan Ying in his body also became sluggish.

"Magic circle? No, it's a taboo of a certain flying sword."

Li Mo looked around. All the monks within a hundred miles had similar symptoms, but it could be seen that their flying swords were not affected.

"Combine the flying sword with the mountain-protecting array? It's scary."

The Kun whale hides in the clouds, spreads its wings and steps eighty miles outside the Tianjian Gate.

Li Mo's energy and blood began to drain crazily, and the trend was not stopped until his skin and flesh converged. It should be the taboo of the second flying sword.

Forty miles.

The taboo of the third flying sword was revealed, and the spiritual consciousness released was like a mud cow entering the sea.

Li Mo realized why the Tianjian Sect didn't care about outsiders participating in the Sword in the Cocoon Society. The mountain-protecting formation alone was enough to block most of the spirit.

No matter what level of cultivation you have, you have to be honest when you are in Tianjian Sect.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The ground below the sword tomb was constantly being ravaged by countless sword rays, but the ten-mile area in the center seemed to be a dead zone for sword qi.

Li Mo knew that first the Nascent Soul Stage affiliated with the Sword Sect needed to take action to protect his disciples to a deliberately reserved safe zone.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, Jie Jie Jie, think about the mountain protection formation of Tianjian Sect, maybe you can find a way to avoid the weakening of energy and spirit."

Li Mo patted Kun Whale on the head, and the tattooed beast suddenly slowed down.

He secretly used the Great Cancer Power, and a large number of pupils appeared all over his body. At the same time, the Dongshen Dharma Eye on his forehead also continuously scanned the sword tombs.

Magical formations and swordsmanship have benefited a lot, and formations are no longer limited to pattern inscriptions.

"Interesting, really interesting."

Li Mo swung again and sat cross-legged, his swordsmanship also improving by leaps and bounds.

Ming Lin and others were a little anxious, but they could not control Li Mo's actions. They would be torn apart by the strong wind as soon as they left the courtyard.

Kun Whale was a little uncomfortable with the weakening of his energy and spirit, so he simply took a nap for a while.

The air-control weapons of each affiliated sword sect passed through the clouds without noticing Kun Whale at all.

They stayed at the edge of the sword rain, and the disciples immediately set up a temporary camp, with the Yuanying monks responsible for pondering the laws of the sword rain.

The Sword Club in the Cocoon still has eight years left, so there is no need to act recklessly.

There are a total of sixty-one people in the small affiliated sword sect, more than two hundred in the medium-sized affiliated sword sect, and more than three people in the Nascent Soul stage.

It can be said that the thousands of years of accumulation of the affiliated sword sects will turn into nutrients for the sword guild in the cocoon.

But no one dared to object. The deterrent power of Tianjian Sect was as real as it could be. Just recalling Zhen Sect Flying Sword would be enough to destroy the foundation of the sect.

Affiliated sword sects will also compete with each other through the Sword Society in the Cocoon.

They are both affiliated sword sects, but their backgrounds are very different. The small sword sect is not even qualified to serve as a foil. If you come to Tianjian Sect, you will most likely die.

The sword cultivators who have stood out in the past are generally from medium-sized affiliated sword sects.

They occupy the most open position outside Jianyu. The disciples are obviously more prepared and spend their free time practicing and raising their swords.

All forces understand that the first Sword Sect to enter the Sword Rain will attract the attention of a large number of flying swords, which will undoubtedly be very dangerous.

Patience is the first rule.

There are always small affiliated sword sects who don't know the doorway inside, fearing that they don't have enough time, and risk trying to pass through the sword rain of near death.

But more than half a year.

Nearly two hundred affiliated sword sects came to Jianyu, tens of thousands of people.

The sword sects that receive the most attention are all holders of Feijian certificates, and they are certain to occupy an entry-level spot.

Tianjian Sect organized sword refining in the secret realm nine times before and after, and nine flying swords with certificates were born.

There are three handles in the hands of the affiliated sword sect, which are the [Black Marrow] of the [Bone Sword Way]. The magic inheritance uses the spine to create the natal flying sword.

[Dajia Sword]'s [Tu Shan], the natal flying swords are concentrated on both arms.

In [March] of [Jianyougan], the disciples all have liver swords on their shoulders.

The flying swords that serve as entry certificates each have the power to suppress the sect. How can other forces not be afraid of them?

What is surprising is that both Yue Yue and Tu Shan are held by the heads of their respective sword sects, but Black Marrow is actually an inner disciple of Bone Sword Intent.

The inner disciple's Taoist name is Hibiscus.

He covered his appearance with a robe, and his half-bowed body looked abnormally deformed. It could be seen that the entire spine had been separated from the body.

After all, if you want to control the black marrow, you must give up your original flying sword.

The ordinary natal flying sword is far from the level of a living being, so there is no taboo. The black marrow is already at the level of the Zhen sect, and the taboo is quite deep.

Hibiscus leaned over and smiled nervously, taking off her robe little by little.

I saw that the skin all over my body was covered with dense black spots, which were constantly eroding the flesh and blood. The black spots were the black marrow, a fungus-like flying sword.

The taboo is to eat flesh, which is eaten all the time.

Hibiscus showed pain on her face. Even if she kept taking pills, she couldn't resist the black marrow's taboo.

He opened his eyes and looked around with cold eyes. All the Bone Sword Intent disciples, including the Yuanying monks, couldn't help but lower their heads to avoid him.

"come here."

Hibiscus pointed at a Nascent Soul elder, whose expression was uncertain.

Elder Nascent Soul hesitated slightly, but before he could take a few steps, a little bit of bacterial powder floated in the wind and penetrated directly into his internal organs.

"Ahhhh."

Elder Nascent Soul fell to his knees, his body becoming bumpy.

Hibiscus smiled sickly and licked her lips with her short tongue. She didn't stop until Elder Yuanying was on the verge of death.

The other disciples were full of fear, only to hear Hibiscus start mumbling to herself again.

"Three of the flying sword certificates belong to the Sword Sect. The two of them have low qualifications and are nothing to be afraid of."

"The remaining five swords were obtained by casual cultivators, and they are not likely to threaten me. Only the flying swords from the secret realm of the Shingon Sect are missing, but it doesn't matter."

"I will definitely be the chief among the sword slaves who are entering this time."

Hibiscus was excited, causing the black marrow to boil. After a while, a black-brown mushroom grew from the wound, and the sword energy released was like powder.

Fungus powder floated past, and fellow monks screamed again and again.

They knew what Mu Jin had done. In order to fight for the black marrow, the head of Bone Sword Intent had turned into a half-dead flesh and blood puppet.

Who would have thought.

Hibiscus, who has no sense of presence among the inner disciples, has been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage five hundred years ago and has been planning the Black Marrow.

"Who! Who?!!!"

Suddenly, they heard a strange sound coming from Hibiscus's throat, and her pupils shrank into needle eyes.

The disciples looked along the hibiscus and saw only continuous clouds, but at the same time, their natal flying swords trembled for no reason.

Immediately afterwards.

A deafening whale call sounded.

A Kun whale that was more than a thousand meters emerged from it, and a faint sword energy could be vaguely sensed.

Although Kun Whale was suppressed by the mountain guarding formation, it had no intention of stopping. Instead, it spread its wings and rushed towards the continuous rain of swords.

Mu Jin stared at the Kun Whale. It was not this giant beast that made Black Marrow feel threatened.

He soon noticed that there was an old man on the top of the Kun Whale's head. He was wearing a raincoat and holding a fishing rod made of bamboo strips in his hands.

Black fungus tears flowed from Hibiscus eyes.

"Is it a casual cultivator? Impossible, there is no aura of credentials at all."

Mujin was not only afraid of the unknown, but also that her black marrow, which had not yet been fully refined, had an uncontrollable interest in the old man.

If it weren't forcibly suppressed by spiritual power, Black Marrow would even chase the opponent.

Li Mo opened his eyes, but still maintained his fishing posture, and his consciousness was communicating with the fake Buddha, planning to take back his founding spiritual object as soon as the Sword in the Cocoon Society began.

Ming Lin and the others, with a gleam on their backs, desperately shouted to Li Mo to pay attention to the sword rain.

They only thought that Elder Taiji was immersed in practice, otherwise they should try their best to avoid the sword energy, and there would be no use for a thousand-meter giant beast to break through the sword rain.

No matter how powerful the giant beast is, it is still in the Nascent Soul stage. I'm afraid it will be shattered into pieces in an instant, right?

Li Mo yawned, thinking about the feasibility of sword energy refining in his mind.

With a smile on his face, his strong voice echoed within a ten-mile radius: "Comrades, the Sword Tongue Sect takes the lead."