Nine Heavens

Liu Qianlang suddenly felt his body lighten, his feet were off the ground, and he mobilized all his spiritual energy, but he couldn't stabilize his figure, and his body involuntarily rose into the sky.

Under the feet, the Danmang of the Soul-calling Divine Sword flickered, bursting out with rainbows of light, absolutely protecting the Lord.

However, one person and one sword are in the vast void, and the old Shisanyu is just a toothpick bee and butterfly in the eyes of the old Shisanyu. While talking and laughing, one person and one sword are submerged under the mysterious green light of the old Shisanyu.

Everyone under the Lingxiao Tower stared intently at Liu Qianlang and the Soul-Calling Excalibur under the pressure of the green light in the sky. One person and one sword were nothing more than a black spot and a red spot.

But after a while, the black dots and red dots suddenly became bigger, and at the same time, auspicious clouds floated from nowhere around them, entangled with each other, and merged into gorgeous colorful clouds, holding up the slowly growing Liu Qianlang and Liu Qianlang. Evocation Excalibur.

One person and one sword kept stretching, becoming bigger and bigger, and the surrounding auspicious clouds began to fly all over the sky, gathering from all directions.

At the beginning, it was light, then accelerated, and then the wind was surging, and the waves rushed towards each person and sword.

Liu Qianlang and the Summoning Excalibur are still getting bigger, and at the same time, they are constantly absorbing the surrounding auspicious clouds and colorful clouds. The faster they suck, the bigger they become.

Soon, the Soul-calling Divine Sword became the same as it was at the top of the practice field, with a length of hundreds of feet, leaning against the sky, and bursting with danhua, like bathing in a sea of ​​fire.

But Liu Qianlang's figure has become thousands of feet tall, standing proudly above the auspicious clouds, and his eyes are like two cold pools, which are extremely deep and far away.

Like a fairy patrolling the world, he is indescribably solemn and majestic.

I saw Liu Qianlang looked sideways at Baizhang's summoning of the soul, raised his giant hand, and put it into his waist, held his sword and raised his head, looking at the sky, wearing silver glittering clothes, hunting with the wind.

When the surrounding auspicious clouds slowly became graceful and sparse, the shapes of Liu Qianlang and the Soul-calling Excalibur slowly returned to their original appearance, and at the same time slowly floated towards the crowd.

At this time, Lingxiao Pagoda also returned to its misty state, and the huge and shadowy cross-legged figure reappeared.

When Liu Qianlang and the Soul-calling Excalibur fell in front of everyone, a trembling voice came from the clouds:

"This sword has been refined, and it is no longer called soul-calling, because the person holding the sword has one of the thirty-three heavenly veins.

Since it is destined to be with Jiutian, this sword can be called Xianyuanjian in the future! And because of the advent of the fairy sword, it is natural to scream the sky with the sword.

This sword is extraordinary, it is not comparable to ordinary magical weapons of magic spirits and immortals, its power can suppress the sky, and its domineering power can shake the nine heavens.

Therefore, this sword can also be named Bayu, as for how to call it, just let the child do it, I am not interested.

In addition, although we have refined this sword to remove its original demon nature, it has not been quenched. We hope that in the future when we coincidentally meet the Seven Springs of Yaoxing God Sea and Tiangang, we will temper it for seventy-seven forty-nine days before we can truly reborn.

Now, this sword has just come out, and it is extremely arrogant, unrestrained and unruly. In order to suppress this sword's mysterious domineering aura, the sword holder must fight against many famous swords before he can freely manipulate this sword.

And you should increase your cultivation day and night, so that this sword can truly recognize you as the master.

You might as well remind those who hold swords to go to the Ghost Sword Tomb in Beitianyang Prisoner Soul Region. There are all the holy swords that have been sent to the devil for tens of thousands of years, and there are as many as nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Challenge one by one, or a sword duel, in short, only by defeating the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine magic swords can this sword truly remove all hostility, and from now on you are the only master, and you are the only one who is loyal!

However, I would like to remind those who hold swords that before the seven springs of Yaoxing Shenhai and Tiangang are quenched and washed, except for the sword fighting in the sword tomb in the prisoner's soul domain of Beitianyang, try not to slaughter the spirit, otherwise the soul will be summoned, and the bully will appear. It is comparable to thousands of summoning souls! "

"In addition, I, the elder Thirteen Islets, have already passed on to you the Mitian Cracking Divine Art, which is of no benefit to slaughtering demons.

But when you ascend, it can help you find the sky crack and save tens of thousands of years of suffering from wandering in the cloud world.

Alright, everything you asked us to do is done, please leave quickly, don't bother me to wait for Qingning again! "

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden silence on the ground. The Wanzhang Lingxiao Pagoda was still standing through the clouds and mist, and there were still several huge figures sitting cross-legged in meditation flickering around.

Everyone dared to disobey, they all gave a deep bow to the shadowy figure sitting cross-legged in the sky, not daring to resist, turned around and walked ten miles away cautiously, before letting go of their hanging hearts.

Now that the matter of summoning the soul is over, everyone has no reason to stay. After saying goodbye to each other, let's say goodbye on the Cangya.

There is a saying that there is no permanent banquet in the world. When we come, we come hand in hand, but when we go back, we go in all directions and go our separate ways.

This wave of Xuanling Sect didn't disperse separately, they went back to the Naxian Hall of Tai Cang Peak and discussed again, and then went to their own mountain fairy mansions one after another.

Liu Qianlang originally planned to hand over the winnings from the bet with Mr. Wenyang and the five alchemists who had been brought back to Xiaotian Peak by five protectors including Qing Gu, to the head master, Master Bing Po, for disposal.

But Master Bingpo could see that Liu Qianlang's future was limitless, so he took the initiative to mention keeping the five alchemists in Xiaotian Peak, and told him that the matter of alchemy must be carried forward.

As for those treasures, I didn’t mention them, and Liu Qianlang couldn’t let go of the soul demon order in his heart, so he didn’t say much. Regardless of the dark moon and the high wind, he took the lead in bidding farewell to the peak masters, and drew a pill with the sword of Xianyuan A rainbow of colored light shot into the darkness.

Except for Master Fufeng, Master Liu Qianlang, the eleven peak masters watched the back of Yu Shenjian Xianyuan gradually disappear in the moonlit night, some were envious, and more were ashamed and regretful.

Back then, including the sect leader, none of the twelve peak masters had a crush on Liu Qianlang, and even Master Fufeng didn't really fancy him, so he took it under his sect for a while.

Unexpectedly, the carp jumping over the dragon's gate created so many miracles as soon as he arrived at Xiaotian Peak, he rescued his fellow disciples, fought and killed hell lava fire dragons, and refined the Thunder Sky Art.

The Yibao Conference became famous in one fell swoop, and the alchemy world was revered as the emperor of alchemy. Now that he has the fate of immortal sword and fairy, no one can tell how many opportunities will be created in the future.

But one thing is certain, this son's future will definitely not be ordinary, and even the elder Shisanyu praised him very much.

You all know in your heart that within a few days, this son will cause an uproar in the fairy world, no immortals will be disrespected, and no cultivators will be disrespected.

Moreover, I heard that this son has extraordinary sense of immortality, and he left a poem on immortality during the Qingliu Kingdom Juying Conference, expressing the pain of parting relatives, the worries of disputes between good and evil, and his full-hearted thoughts on the journey of cultivating immortals.

I didn't care about it at the time, but now it seems that there is a clue of great talent, it's just a young man in the world!

Fortunately, this child has a lot of opportunities, and the bumpy journey will eventually be a little rewarding.

For this son, the more the masters of the peaks think about it, the more they love him, but it's a pity that the famous flower already has a master, and it's useless to fall in love like the sea.

Staring at the misty galaxy, when the bright red color under Liu Qianlang's feet condensed into a red dot, all the peak masters bid farewell to each other and went back.

Under the crescent moon, in the void, Liu Qianlang recalled the things he had experienced in the past few months, as if in a lifetime, from being insulted to being respected, experiencing all kinds of cold and warm, and deeply understanding the meaning of being strong.

In this world, only being strong can be respected by others, and only being strong can protect oneself and your relatives and friends well.

I still remember that in Piaoyuan, Young Master Wenyang changed his domineering and domineering outside Piaoyuan, and even took the initiative to show weakness and was willing to make friends with him. Such an ending is all due to the credit of the soul-calling sword.

He has the sky, I have the call of the soul, and the divine sword recognizes the master! How to gamble? They agreed with each other to forge their favorite soldiers, regardless of winning or losing.

Ninety-nine and eighty-one days later, the Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Armor that I had always dreamed of was finally successfully refined.

Thinking of the Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Armor, Liu Qianlang felt excited, and his body trembled slightly, and suddenly his slender figure was wrapped under the Nine Heavens Immortal Fate Armor made of silver crystal.

And under his feet is the blood-red Zhangyu Xianyuan sword, plowing clouds and fog, flying stars and moon, shuttling between the sea of ​​clouds.

From a distance, in the night sky and under the moonlight, a silver-clothed fairy is stepping on a red fairy sword, drawing a beautiful arc, like an electric shot, crossing countless mountains and ravines, rivers, lakes and seas.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Qianlang entered the Xiaotian Peak boundary of the Twelve Shocking Heaven Peaks.

However, he flashed a few tan-colored rainbows above Xiaotian Peak, and did not land. Instead, he casually released a flying swan fish, a messenger spirit bird unique to Xuanlingmen, and watched the flying swan fish get into the hole of Xiaotian Peak. After enchantment.

Suddenly, he shot towards the sea of ​​skulls in Mitiansha Valley on the north side of Tianzhiya, because he had a very important thing to do.

The speed of summoning souls, which was already extremely fast, has now turned into a fairy fate, and the speed is even more incomparable.

But even so, it has been several months on the way to Mitianshayu Skeleton Sea in the blink of an eye.

On this day, after many days of long-distance traveling day and night, Liu Qianlang finally saw a faint scene in his sight.

As soon as he reached the edge, the wind howled all over his body, the sky was cloudy and foggy, and pea-sized sand particles were flying all over the sky, shooting on his body, head, and face continuously, making people suffocate and uncomfortable.

It's okay to see things, after all, Liu Qianlang has a white light to urge him to help him, but facing the sky full of wild sand, he had to add a few magic protections around his body.

Although it was uncomfortable, Liu Qianlang was secretly happy. Looking at the endless clouds in the sky, he thought to himself, it must be hundreds of millions of hectares of distant clouds, and finally arrived at the sea of ​​skeletons in Mitianshayu.

Liu Qianlang was happy for a while, regardless of fatigue, he stabilized his figure, and resolutely shot into the vast Mitiansha Valley.

However, Liu Qianlang was so happy that he forgot the most important thing. The seal of Hunshaling only told him that the Mitiansha Valley was under hundreds of millions of hectares of cloud in the northern sky, but he did not specify the specific location of the Skull Sea.

Liu Qianlang suddenly realized this while flying, and suddenly drew a circle of bright red light, stopped in the boundless wind and sand of the Tiansha Valley, then lowered his body as much as possible, activated the white light, and explored things in all directions .

However, the Mitiansha Valley is boundless, and under the magical art of shrinking the pulse, there is no trace of the sea of ​​skeletons within ten thousand miles.

Liu Qianlang murmured, the two messengers of Hunshamen wouldn't lie to him, right?

Otherwise, why don't you clearly tell yourself the exact location of the Skull Sea, and running around like this is simply not a solution.

But after thinking about it, no, absolutely not, since the other party threatened him with Master Fufeng, it meant there must be some huge conspiracy.

Touching the soul evil order and the kit in his bosom, Liu Qianlang's heart twitched, no, even if he searched in all directions, he still had to find the sea of ​​skeletons.

Having made up his mind, Liu Qianlang looked around and stood up suddenly.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt the boundless gravel under his feet churning and bulging.

After a while, a grotesque, hideous looking animal drilled out of a sand dune. It was unclear whether it was a toad or a lizard.

Then, three figures in black appeared one after another from the bottom of the sand.