Taoist Zijin swallowed hard, he remembered that he had once told the young scholar not to show any forgiveness to Master Tongtian in writing!
Thinking about it now, I feel a chill down my spine!
As for the young scholar, his eyes widened and his hands trembled!
Thinking of the day when Tongtian Sect Master personally came to the bookstore to select books and gave him this Immortal Sword, he couldn't help but feel excited, but his body was a little cold!
This Zhuxian Sword, as an indispensable peerless flying sword in the Zhuxian Sword formation, once made its mark during the Conferred God Tribulation, and countless famous practitioners in the Three Realms were hidden under this flying sword.
After many years, the saint retreated to that chaotic, extremely remote place… I thought that as long as there was no tragedy of genocide in this world, the saint would never get angry easily and appear in the human world.
But today, this weapon belonging to the saint once again burst out with invincible power! This Buddhist master in the Xuanxian realm and the sixteen masters in the Buddhist kingdom! Under this flying sword, they were all turned into ashes in an instant!
This sword that cannot be taken out by mortals, when the sword is out of the sheath, it seems that even the heaven and earth cannot stop its sharpness! There is no infinite sword energy as imagined, just in silence... it can make people disappear into ashes!
"This is the power of the Saint's Sword! In this lifetime, I thought I would never see the brilliance of the Saint reappear in the Three Realms. But it seems that this is definitely not the last time I will see the Saint take action in this lifetime." Taoist Zi Jin muttered to himself, looking at the ashes under his feet. He felt both fear and deep desire in his heart.
"Is this... is this a saint?" The young scholar swallowed hard. Even though he tried to control his hands and feet, he couldn't stop shaking. He squatted down carefully and picked up the Piercing Immortal Sword that he had complained about for a long time.
Taoist Zijin saw his panic, clenched his fist and said, "You... don't want to live the rest of your life in peace and stability? Just now."
"My fate is not my own, what can I do?" The young scholar held the sword, his face a little ugly. He was just threatened with death. If he was a man with great ambitions! After seeing the power of the Immortal Sword with his own eyes, he would definitely do everything he could to get this sword.
Moreover, after possessing this sword, he could be considered a disciple of the saint. You must know that from the prehistoric times to the present, except for the time when the heaven and earth were in a great catastrophe, the saints had only a few disciples.
For a mortal to be favored by a saint! This is something that I could never dream of.
However, there was no excitement in his eyes. On the contrary... it seemed to have aroused his inner sorrow and reluctance! He lowered his eyes and stared at the scratched palm, the bright red bloodstains, and he seemed very sad.
Taoist Zijin looked at the small enclosed space around him and said calmly, "I have seen someone very similar to you."
The young scholar was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look at his face.
"The stories I told you before are actually all true. But you were not a disciple of the saint at that time, and a mid-term doctor could not reach that world! But... now it's different. Don't you want to see whether that world is real or not, and whether there is such a paradise in the world? Then you should study the saint's method diligently. One day, if you succeed in your practice, you can travel in the three thousand worlds. At that time, I hope to see you among the strong."
The young scholar subconsciously asked: "Just practice? But how long do I have to practice?"
“Daluo!” Taoist Zijin’s eyes were sharp, and he turned his head to stare at his face: “When you reach the Daluo realm, you can evolve your past and present lives, and touch the long river of time for the first time! In the long river, you can find the three thousand worlds. At that time, you can use the method of cultivation to create millions of clones, experience all kinds of joys and sorrows in the world, and take the final step on the road to becoming a saint!”
"You didn't lie to me, did you? Do I really have such an opportunity? You have to know that we both just experienced life and death difficulties. If it wasn't for saving you! I would not kneel down to anyone else... You shouldn't lie to me." The young scholar grabbed the clothes of the Taoist Zijin, and his eyes, which were originally decadent and sad, gradually flashed with some bright light!
"What good would it do to lie to you?" Taoist Zijin patted his shoulder. "You are now a disciple of the saint. Even if I don't tell you these, you will gradually learn them when you officially step into the Three Realms. If you find out that I have lied to you, won't you regard me as an enemy? Besides, the way of cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will fall behind! The Daluo realm is not so easy to reach."
"Don't be afraid! As long as you can let me go to the world you described, let alone Daluo! Even if it is the saint realm... I may not be unable to find it." The young scholar also aroused great pride, which made Taoist Zi Jin a little surprised.
Immortality, reaching the pinnacle of the world, and watching the wind roll and the clouds unfold, this is not enough to attract young scholars!
However, he was filled with an inexplicable longing for what Zi Jin Taoist said, that there were no cultivators on Earth and that the majority of people on Earth were mortals.
As a result, using this as bait, this person who had not even set foot on the path of a cultivator, was inspired to have great ambitions! One day... to reach the realm of a saint.
Taoist Zi Jin frowned, but he was not questioning, nor was he disgusted with the young scholar for making such a boast!
On the contrary, he suddenly felt that the words of a mortal had given him some inexplicable trust. It seemed that this guy could really reach the extreme that countless people, countless invitations, and wishful thinking might not be able to reach!
However, Taoist Zijin had been with Zhang Fan for a long time and was no longer a simple-minded little mouse. Because of this, although he was not as deep and calm as Zhang Fan, he also looked quite mature.
"The saints' actions today also show the attitudes of many saints towards the Three Realms!" Taoist Zijin said calmly, "And you, with the Immortal Sword in your hand, I think your influence in the world will not be too weak in the next hundred years! Tang Wang Li Shimin will definitely meet with you. By then, you should consider how to live up to your original intention."
At this point, Taoist Zi Jin took out his weapon and thrust it violently into the void!
With a loud rumbling sound, the small space opened up within the city of Chang'an by a master of the Xuanxian realm of Buddhism finally shattered!
With Taoist Zi Jin's strength, if the monk is still alive, it will be difficult for him to escape from this small space unless he exposes himself!
But now that the monk is dead, this space is like a piece of paper, easily broken! ?
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