The First Immortal of Ancient Times

"A great demon in the world can form a demon pill after thousands of years of cultivation. The demon pill is equivalent to the source pill. Kill the demon and take the pill, which can be embedded in the sword soul to form a ring of sword mist, which is the sword ring. → Google search to read"

"The sword ring can enhance the lethality of the sword soul and also add 'demon magic' to the sword soul."

Sister Zhao said.

"Demon magic?" Yun Xiao was slightly stunned.

"For example, the current demon king of Beihuang is a fox, who is good at psychedelic magic. If you kill it and take its thousand-year demon pill, embed it into the sword soul, it can make your sword soul have certain psychedelic magic attributes when it kills, which is equivalent to adding magic magic while drawing the sword." Sister Zhao said.

"In other words, in addition to the grade and sword aura, the sword ring is the third factor that determines the lethality of the sword soul?" Yun Xiao suddenly realized.

"Yes! As for the power of the sword ring, it depends first on the years of cultivation of the demon pill, and second on the number of sword rings. The number of sword rings is innate and related to the grade of the sword soul." Sister Zhao said.

"What do you mean?"

"Sword souls below Kaiyang level can only embed one demon pill at most to form a sword ring. It is said that Yuheng level and Tianquan level can embed two demon pills to form two sword rings with two demon magics." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"Once embedded, it cannot be replaced for life?" Yun Xiao asked curiously.

"That's not the case. The demon pill can be taken out and put down at any time to replace a better and stronger demon pill." Senior Sister Zhao explained patiently.

"I understand!"

Yun Xiao nodded.

Until now, he didn't know the grade of the Burial Heaven Sword Soul in his hand.

It feels like it is still growing as he absorbs demon bones and sword souls, as if it is always evolving!

"Ye Guying's top-grade Kaiyang Sword Soul evolved into a mid-grade Tianquan Sword Soul because of the grade jump of the tenth-level Qingyuan, which shows that the evolution and improvement of the sword soul is rare but normal."

"Ye Guying's sword soul evolved once, but mine is different. My sword soul is not only increasing in sword aura, but the grade should be constantly improving!"

The sword aura is visible!

The rank is invisible.

"If I have a demon pill in the future, I can see how many I can embed and how many sword rings I can form?"

Demon bone!

Demon pill!

Yun Xiao was born a mortal. When he was the king of Yun State, he hated demons the most!

Bitch can be killed, but strange demons are hard to kill!

They live in the human world, eat babies alive, confuse the world, and bring countless disasters.

Immortals don't care!

They can't care!

He has seen the misery of countless people. Even though he is now a sword cultivator and no longer in the mortal world, the hatred of helplessness at that time still accumulates in his chest.

A man as open-minded as him, but he bears the injustice of raising demons and harming the people, which has not been washed away until now, bringing shame to the ancestors of the Yun family!

Let me ask, how can Yun Xiao not be enraged and want to bring those two heads back to Yun State to give an explanation to the people who died tragically?

How can he not give an explanation to the ancestors of the Yun family who founded the country?

Yun Xiao is a mortal!

What he was thinking was very simple.

Monsters, and the bitches who associate with monsters, all must die!

"Sister Zhao, do you know why I am willing to fight for the Sword Pavilion?" Yun Xiao suddenly asked seriously.

"You say." Sister Zhao said softly.

Yun Xiao looked at the man in green shirt and said resolutely: "With you as a fellow, we can die together!"

A man who killed 100,000 monsters and returned with a broken sword!

Yun Xiao admired him!

Gentlemen are open and honest, while villains are always worried!

People live their lives, not seeking wealth, but only seeking a clear conscience!

The words "we can die together" made Sister Zhao's eyes like a raging fire, burning in her heart.

"Yeah!"

She nodded gently and said, "I know, go and have a rest."

"So that's it! I thought Adao was fighting so hard just to pair up again!" Chiyue said secretly.

"This is his original purpose. The words he said were all to defeat the prey's inner heart. If you want to sow seeds, you must first break the defense! Do you understand?" Lan Xing said seriously.

"High, really high!" Chi Yue admired him very much.

Yun Xiao: "..."

Forget it!

Rest first!

Tomorrow, practice swordsmanship!

The breeze blows the bright moon.

The bright moon shines on the river.

The mountains and rivers of Jiange, the clouds and mists are born, and the righteousness is awe-inspiring.

Qinghun stood in front of the Haoran Palace, absorbing the spiritual energy of the world, taking the divine light of the sun and the moon, and forging Jiange into a fairyland, with green mountains and green waters, pure and natural.

On the other hand, the first, third, sixth, and seventh four major sword peaks were filled with stench, the feces flooded the mourning hall, and the stench surrounded them!

A dark tide surged overnight!

The news that Yun Xiao abused the three great sword masters that night spread throughout Qinghun and shocked people's hearts.

Someone else secretly spread the truth three years ago!

For a time, everyone questioned their conscience.

"Swordsmen should be straight, upright, and never bend!"

"We sword cultivators cultivate three-foot swords and control the sky. How can we bow to evil and kneel down to beg for glory?"

"Qinghun is a sword tomb, not a demon cave!"

Who can be righteous in this vast world?

Yun Xiao slept.

In his dream, he returned to Yunguo, stood on the palace wall, and looked at the mortal world, where ghosts and demons were rampant!

"If I don't kill the demons in the eight wastelands in this life, I might as well die!"

Since I have lived again, I must kill him and turn the world upside down!

Otherwise, I will live in vain!

When I woke up the next day, the morning mist condensed into water droplets and filled my body.

A faint fragrance surrounded me.

Yun Xiao opened his eyes, and a woman in a black dress with jade-like skin sat beside him.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, gently brushing the world.

Seeing Yun Xiao wake up, she reached out and handed him a white dress, saying, "There are too many bloodstains on your clothes, change into this one."

"oh."

Yun Xiao took over the white clothes, which were soft and still had her fragrance.

"Junior brother Yun, senior sister did this herself. She has been busy all night!" Qin Tong stood in the distance and said with an ambiguous look on his face.

"Go!" Senior Sister Zhao said with a straight face.

"Made by yourself?" Yun Xiao touched the cloth and could feel its different temperature.

Even in the mortal palace, no one would personally weave clothes for him.

"Sword cultivators are pure-hearted and have few desires. They are not a good material. You can make do with them." Senior Sister Zhao said.

Yun Xiao secretly thought: I see Ye Tiance and the others are dressed very luxuriously!

Jewelry!

but……

Yun Xiao really never thought that someone would weave clothes for him in this life.

Every stitch is full of warmth.

The human world is quite beautiful!

"Do you like it?" Senior Sister Zhao looked into the distance, as if she was a little plain but concerned.

The words fell, but no one answered for a long time!

Senior Sister Zhao was stunned and turned around to see that the young man had already put on the white clothes and was showing off in front of Cai Maomao and the others.

"This little brat..."

Senior Sister Zhao burst into laughter.

Like it?

In fact, the smile on Yun Xiao's face said it all.

"Senior Sister Zhao, does it look good?" The young man stood in front of her, turned around a few times, and asked with a smile.

"You are young and handsome. No matter how simple your clothes are, they look like gold and jade clothes." Senior Sister Zhao said.

The first half of this sentence was what Yun Xiao said himself on the way to Jianyun Tower.

"Then I'll change it back first!" Yun Xiao said seriously.

"Why change?" Senior Sister Zhao asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I want to treasure it." Yun Xiao said.

"Wear it! Don't hide it." Senior Sister Zhao couldn't laugh or cry.

"I fight every day. What if it gets torn or stained with blood?" Yun Xiao said with some reluctance.

"Then I'll make a new one for you!" Senior Sister Zhao replied without even thinking about it.

"Really?" Yun Xiao's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"That's what I've been waiting for!" Yun Xiao smiled.

Senior Sister Zhao: "..."

This kid really wants to be beaten!

Creation fairy?

No!

He was just a young man who lost his parents at a young age and was left alone to rule the country and bring peace to the world. So many emotions in the world were precious to him.

Therefore, he really cherished this white clothes.

In his eyes, no treasure in the world is as valuable as it.

He is as happy as a child!

Of course, he is only sixteen years old, which is when a young man is in high spirits!

"Sword repair."

Senior Sister Zhao reminded, and then took out a thick and ancient green-covered book.

This is the first sword of Qinghun!

"Senior Sister Zhao, does this include flying sword skills, palm sword skills and sword control skills?" Yun Xiao came up and asked.

"Yes." Senior Sister Zhao nodded, opened the title page, and said, "I will take you through the introduction, techniques, and essentials first, and then I will demonstrate it for you."

"Thank you, senior sister."

She sat on the edge of the cliff, and Yun Xiao leaned next to her, like a pair of children studying.

"What's written here?"

Yun Xiao's eyes fell on the title page of the book, and he saw many different handwritings on it.

"This is the name left on this sword manual by those who have mastered this swordsmanship in the past." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"It's really fun to keep it!" Yun Xiao said with a smile.

I saw that on the title page, there were names such as 'wit Qingcheng', 'handsome Zhao Yuan', and 'beautiful Qingzi'.

Just leave your name!

Add an adjective!

"If you can master it, you can also leave your name on it." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"Then I've decided what to keep!" Yun Xiao said.

"Tell me about it?" Senior Sister Zhao asked curiously.

"Let's not talk about it for now, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it." Yun Xiao said seriously.

"Don't pretend, this is Yuheng level swordsmanship, it's very difficult. Look, there are fifty-two pages in total." Senior Sister Zhao said seriously.

"Then have you learned it?" Yun Xiao asked.

"Of course, otherwise how could I teach you?" Senior Sister Zhao said.

"But, why didn't I see your name?" Yun Xiaofei asked.

"Are you stupid? I am the youngest and of course the last one." Senior Sister Zhao said.

"at last?"

Yun Xiao looked down.

"Xuezi? Is this you?" Yun Xiao asked with a strange expression.

"Well, it snowed heavily in Qinghun on the day I was born, so 'Xuezi' is my nickname." Zhao Xuanran said.

"Ah this!" Yun Xiao's expression became increasingly strange.

"What's your expression?" Senior Sister Zhao asked doubtfully.

"Senior sister, did you write this yourself...Milk-white Xuezi?"

Yun Xiao read these five words, his teeth trembled.

"Can't you? During that time, I practiced swordplay every day and I got tanned, so I just made a wish to make my skin whiter." Senior Sister Zhao said seriously.

"Well……"

Yun Xiao's expression was still weird.

"What are you thinking about?" Senior Sister Zhao said speechlessly.

"Ahem!"

Yun Xiao coughed and looked at her again, his eyes moving downwards and focusing on that patch of snow-white.

He said slowly: Practice has proved that the order of Chinese characters does not affect reading. "

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