Myth is Coming

Shao Yang put Sang Lao's body in front of his eyes, while he himself sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and adjusted his breath silently.

The whole person entered a state of clarity.

Shao Yang only felt that his whole body seemed to become transparent. In the world, only the sword in his hand and the body of Sang Lao in front of him remained.

He didn't use his spiritual sense to sense it, but the intricate injuries in Sang Lao's body had been completely imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Holding the sword in his hand, Shaoyang has an absolute belief in his heart.

"Old Sang—"

Shao Yang suddenly said, "I know that although you are unconscious, you can still perceive it with your spiritual sense."

After all, Sang Lao practiced the secret technique, and he already had a good cultivation level, so even though he suffered such a serious injury, the technique was still working silently, and the injury was quietly recovering.

Of course, this speed is very slow, so slow that it may not even be able to exceed the speed of his own vitality.

But he has actually begun to have sporadic perceptions of the outside world.

Shao Yang continued, "I was just an ordinary student back then. I came into contact with cultivation by mistake, saw this magnificent world, and encountered all kinds of tribulations. Now that I think about it, when I look back, I even doubt it. It's just a dream in Nanke."

"It all happened so fast."

"The total history of the human race in our era may only be tens of thousands of years, but it took only more than ten thousand years to gradually form our own civilization. Compared with the ancient holy race that lasted for billions of years, our The human race of the first era is really too young, and there is too little time left for us."

"So, Elder Sang, we need you very much now. I know that you have been very tired these years, and I should let you rest more. But now, I have to wake you up..."

As Shaoyang was talking, his eyes suddenly opened, and the Dinghai Shenzhen in front of him had already turned into a long sword, and immediately after, Shaoyang reached out and grabbed the Dinghai Shenzhen in his hand .

At the beginning, Shaoyang was actually a little dissatisfied with this Dinghai Shenzhen.

He always felt that this Dinghai Shenzhen was a "stick" after all, although it could change in ever-changing ways, it was not a sword after all, and it lost some of the meaning of "sword".

However, with the passage of time, he became more and more familiar with this sword, and gradually tempered it, and he was already handy.

But at this time, Shaoyang felt again, but felt that the ever-changing Dinghai Shenzhen seemed to be integrated into his own "swordsmanship"! It is part of my own swordsmanship.

If Shaoyang were to change to other flying swords, maybe he would not be able to adapt to it.

Holding the sword in his hand, Shaoyang has put all distracting thoughts out of his mind, and his whole body seems to be integrated into the sword.

Whizzing!

The long sword slashed across the void, a seemingly simple sword, but in fact it contains ever-changing changes! Every point, every trace of strength is very particular. It can be said that if there is more points, it will pass, and if there are less points, it will be lacking.

This is Shaoyang's several years of practice, and all the artistic concepts of swordsmanship have been mastered, reaching the ultimate sword.

Quietly.

The long sword has already melted into Sang Lao's body!

Whizzing--

Passing through the body, Shaoyang retracted his sword, and his right hand holding the long sword could not help but tremble slightly. This is because the previous sword consumed too much mind and was suddenly used up, and he was in a state of exhaustion.

But in front of him, Elder Sang looked calm, as if nothing had changed. But Shaoyang Lingjue has already keenly sensed that a quiet vitality is quickly awakening from Sang Lao's body!

Obviously, Shaoyang's strike was already a success!

However, although Sang Lao's injury was broken by Shaoyang's sword, what was broken was only the entangled forces.

Sang Lao has been injured for so many days and has been in a coma. Even though the various strengths in his body have been broken, he still needs to recover slowly if he wants to fully recover. He still didn't wake up at this time, it was a kind of self-protection of the body. And his vitality is already recovering rapidly, obviously much better than before.

Shaoyang understood this very well, so he was completely relieved.

He sat cross-legged again, and the sword he slashed before was the ultimate sword he slashed after stepping into the [Enter Dao] level of swordsmanship.

This sword is equivalent to his complete integration of all his comprehensions.

Therefore, when the sword was slashed out, at the same time that Lao Sang's serious illness was wiped out, Shaoyang suddenly fell into a kind of enlightenment.

His whole body suddenly entered the state of enlightenment!

"This is--"

In the Golden Cup Cave, Ju Yuling couldn't help being taken aback, feeling that Shaoyang's state at this time clearly already had a somewhat "Tao" artistic conception.

Shaoyang entered the Tao with swordsmanship, and through the swordsmanship, Shaoyang has clearly integrated into the understanding of cultivation!

"It's really an amazing talent."

Ju Yuling couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Is the human race really about to rise? Ju Yuling's expression moved slightly. In fact, this scene should have been expected.

In these years, as far as he saw, the human race did have too many outstanding features.

Shaoyang's comprehension at this time is a coincidence under chance, but it is also an inevitable accumulation of billions of people in the human race and several epochs!

The wisdom of countless people gathered together, only then did Shaoyang have the epiphany at this time!

From now on, I really want to be called "Daoist friend".

Ju Yuling shook his head.

...

Outside the secret room, Zhang Subaru, Mi Zhao and the others were waiting anxiously. In the previous decades, Sang Lao had been leading them forward; but after Sang Lao paid his own death, he handed over to Shaoyang to lead them. And these days, Shaoyang has done a good job, making them feel trustworthy. Whether it was Sang Lao or Shaoyang, when they were there, they gave them a backbone.

But now, one of Sang Lao and Shao Yang was injured, and the other entered the secret room to heal his injuries... It was such a crucial matter, so everyone felt like they had lost the person who supported the sky for them.

Wow!

The formation suddenly fluctuated... Zhang Subaru, Mi Zhao and the others immediately woke up and waited there.

And soon, a figure appeared there...

only one person?

Everyone's hearts couldn't help sinking, but when they saw the appearance of the person clearly, they couldn't help being stunned!

"Old Sang?!"

Zhang Subaru and Mi Zhao couldn't help but blurted out.

The person who came was Sang Lao!

What about Shaoyang?

Both Zhang Subaru and Mi Zhao hurriedly looked behind Sang Lao. Old Sang naturally understood what they were thinking. He smiled, with relief and emotion in his eyes, "Shaoyang has realized something, and he needs to retreat for a while."

When it comes out again, I'm afraid it will surprise everyone! However, Sang Lao has always been calm, but he didn't say this sentence.

Elder Sang restrained his thoughts, and glanced at the crowd, "These days, I can't recover from my injuries, but I have heard some things."

Although he spoke slowly, Zhang Subaru and Mi Zhao couldn't help feeling tense.

They knew that although Old Sang seemed peaceful, he always looked calm. But in fact, as a leader who has been in charge of the government for many years, how can it be true that he has no means of thunder?

Obviously, Sang Lao had already expressed his dissatisfaction.