The Sword Saint Wu Tian suddenly grinned.
"Young man, don't underestimate me. Although I took the Tiger King's punch, I also cut off one of his arms. Now he must use the Ten Thousand Souls Sacrifice to condense his arm again, and he won't be able to cause any trouble in the short term."
Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
The battle between these two saints at that time was absolutely earth-shattering and awe-inspiring. Even those who witnessed it with their own eyes would probably not be able to accurately describe and record it.
However, can anyone escape death while watching the battle next to two saints?
Gu Mu and Feng Mei fell from the sky.
Both of them were very respectful.
Sword Saint Wu Tian glanced back.
"A pure person from the fox clan and a thousand-year-old ancient tree. This lineup cannot be said to be not powerful."
Old Man Gumu bowed slightly.
"Sword Saint Wutian, I have long heard of your great name."
"No need for formalities. Senior, you have lived for over ten thousand years. In terms of age, you are my senior."
Senluo Gumu smiled helplessly.
If seniority is arranged according to age, then there is no need to practice cultivation; it just depends on who lives longer.
Sword Saint Wutan stood up and looked at the city in the distance.
The branches of the ancient trees that served as protection were already in disarray, but fortunately, the city was not in any major trouble.
It was also thanks to the timely arrival of Old Man Gumu, otherwise even if they killed those Tianwu Realm protectors, they would not be able to defend the city.
"Is that the rebuilt Xuanwu City?"
Sword Saint Wu Tian looked at the magnificent city and sighed.
Feng Mei gave Lin Yun a look, telling him to be careful.
If a saint also set his eyes on the treasure house of King Zhenbei and insisted on taking away Lin Yun’s personal treasures, or forcibly occupied Xuanwu City, then they would have no way to stop him.
"You little fox, you are really stingy. I have no intention of attacking your Xuanwu City."
Feng Mei blushed when her inner thoughts were revealed and hid behind Lin Yun.
A fox that has practiced for two thousand years is called a little fox by a middle-aged man, and this little fox has the impressive strength of the Tianwu realm. It is very dramatic no matter how you look at it.
Lin Yun laughed and said:
"I wonder why you came to Xuanwu City this time, Senior?"
It is not difficult to hear from the words of Wutan Sword Saint that he had intersections with Xuanwu City in the past. Although he was being chased this time, it might have been within the prediction of this saint.
Wu Tian Sword Saint said softly:
"A hundred years ago, I was only at the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm, a half-step saint with one foot into the saint realm. I sat in the sword tomb, but I never made any progress. The bottleneck was full and no more water could be added."
"So I sealed away all my spiritual energy and, as an ordinary person, cultivated my mind in the mortal world, seeking a chance to break through."
It turned out that more than a hundred years ago, the Sword Saint Wu Tian sealed his cultivation and prepared to experience the world in the way of an ordinary person, thereby training his mind and striving to sense the laws of heaven.
Throughout a warrior's life, before reaching the Tianwu realm, he resonates with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and absorbs it for his own use. The higher the realm, the more spiritual energy he can summon.
After entering the Tianwu realm, one can sense the existence of the Heavenly Dao and use it for one's own benefit.
If one can then enter the Saint realm, one can directly use the Heavenly Dao for one's own benefit without having to borrow it. This is why Saints are many times more powerful than those in the Heavenly Martial Realm.
The Sword Master Wutan, who has tempered his mind in the mortal world, wants to sense the laws that belong to him through the human world.
Unfortunately, what he didn't expect was that the most painful thing was not the loneliness and pain of cultivation, but being an ordinary person in this world!
They have no spiritual energy and are oppressed by warriors.
They had no wealth and were oppressed by everyone.
In short, ordinary people at the bottom of society are in a daze, like puppets.
At that time, the Sword Saint Wutan was still young. He stood up for someone in a fit of rage, but was beaten by a Yuanwu realm warrior and had no power to fight back.
Although his spiritual energy had been sealed, his physical body was still there, but he still had no power to fight back.
I wonder what that Yuanwu realm warrior would feel if he knew that the person he had beaten was the Sword Saint Wutan.
But there will never be that opportunity again.
A hundred years have passed, and the grass on the grave of that bullying warrior is probably more than two meters high.
Immediately afterwards, the humiliated Sword Saint Wu Tian met the King of Zhenbei.
The King of Zhenbei was already famous throughout the world at that time, but the Sword Saint Wutan, who had been practicing hard, didn't know it.
"King Zhenbei gave me a pill to help me recover, and asked his men to buy me a meal..."
At that time, the Sword Master Wutan, who had felt the sufferings of the world, no longer pursued the way of heaven. He only wanted to be an ordinary person, and even his realm showed a tendency to decline.
It was the kindness of King Zhenbei towards a stranger like him that cheered him up again.
From suffering and from the hearts of ordinary people, I gradually sensed that within these negative energies, everyone has extremely sharp emotions hidden!
They are not zombies, they have their own thoughts, they just lack a fuse.
Ultimately, one can achieve sainthood from the ordinary, attract the infusion of the laws of heaven, and become a supreme saint.
Lin Yun was impressed by this story.
With his immense cultivation, he gave up just like that. This kind of open-mindedness and unrestrainedness destined the Sword Saint Wutan to become a saint and reach the pinnacle of martial arts.
"After that, I went into seclusion to improve my realm. When I woke up again, I wanted to find the King of Zhenbei to tell him what happened that year, but I didn't expect to receive bad news on the way!"
On the way to Xuanwu City, Sword Saint Wu Tian had been watching the battle between humans and monsters with cold eyes, but when he heard the news of Xuanwu City from the mouth of the Evil Tiger King.
He was furious for the first time in a hundred years and fought the Tiger King with all his might.
Not only did it destroy the mighty pass, but it also wiped out hundreds of thousands of beasts led by the Evil Tiger King.
Both of them suffered losses.
But the Evil Tiger King refused to let the Sword Saint Wutan leave, so he sent five guardians to hunt him down, and they chased him all the way to Xuanwu City.
Lin Yun clicked his tongue twice.
The stories of these great men with extraordinary abilities are simply extremely exciting.
If the King of Zhenbei were still alive, I wonder what he would think if he knew that the person he rescued was a great figure who was out of reach.
Suddenly, Lin Yun had an idea.
"Senior has been in seclusion for a hundred years. How old are you now?"
"One hundred and fifty years old!"
After a hundred years of seclusion, one has already reached the realm of a saint.
Didn't the Sword Saint Wutan already reach the peak of sainthood when he was in his forties or fifties?
It turns out that the genius is right next to me!
Lin Yun smiled bitterly.
He has reached the level of a saint before he is fifty years old. It seems that he still has a long way to go.
"What was the realm of King Zhenbei at that time?"
Everyone says that there are two saints in the Wu Dynasty, but no one mentions the equally popular King Zhenbei.
Anyone who can be admired by the Tiger King is definitely not an ordinary person.
Sword Saint Wutan was stunned and frowned. He seemed to have sensed something unusual.
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