Chapter 3358: Dreaming of the Eternal Past, Asking for the Sword of the Supreme Being!

Although Ning Yao was born as a swordsman with a bright sword mind, she didn't like reading. She felt sleepy when she saw books, and she seemed a bit uneducated. She heard these idioms from Zhou Jue on weekdays, so she remembered them in her heart.

On the contrary, Chen Ping'an lived a hard life and did not have the conditions to go to school. However, his neighbor Song Jixin was also a very knowledgeable scholar. He read the books of sages every morning and evening to clarify his aspirations. According to his own words, it was to nourish his aura.

Therefore, Chen Pingan has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running. He is not unfamiliar with Confucian knowledge and is even more knowledgeable than Ning Yao. Of course, Ning Yao was a natural swordsman, with a clear sword mind, intelligence and intelligence, so he didn't need to drop his book bag and become a rotten scholar.

Ning Yao felt a little frustrated in his heart, and his eyebrows were raised. He looked at Zhou Jueshen angrily, glared at him fiercely, then withdrew his gaze and said to Chen Ping'an again.

"You saved my life. I can help you kill Cai Jinjian or Fu Nanhua, or even Liu Zhimao from Shujian Lake. However, this Zhenjun Jiejiang's cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul realm, so it's a bit difficult to kill!"

Ning Yao said killing, with his sharp edge clearly visible. His long eyebrows, which were not like willow leaves but like narrow knives, were raised upwards. There was a look of confidence on his face. Even though Liu Zhimao's cultivation level was higher than hers, he was still not afraid of anything. .

"Miss Ning, no need, you have already helped me a lot!"

Chen Ping'an is not someone who repays kindness, not to mention that Zhou Jue has helped him many times, cutting off one of Liu Zhimao's arms, and threatening the thousand-year-old locust tree to obtain the leaves of the Ancestral Yin locust tree for himself. These are enough He had to repay his life-saving grace to Ning Yao. If Ning Yao were to help him eliminate future troubles again, it would be a bit ungrateful.

Chen Pingan didn't want to continue on this topic, so he changed the topic and asked Ning Yao.

"Miss Ning, did you come to the town to seek opportunities?"

"I used up all the money I had accumulated through my adventures, plus a favor, to get the place to enter the town. But I am different from those people. I don't ask for any luck, I just want people to help me cast a fortune. It’s best for a sword to suit my taste. Whether it’s sharp or not, and whether it can carry a huge amount of sword energy, is a secondary matter.”

Ning Yao took a deep look at the straw-shoe boy, nodded slightly, and said without hesitation.

"Forging a sword?"

Chen Ping'an frowned slightly, looked at Ning Yao in confusion, and asked for confirmation again.

"That's Master Ruan, the blacksmith in your town. He has a great reputation and has an ironclad rule. He only forges one sword every thirty years. He wants to replace Qi Jingchun and become the saint of the Three Religions in Lizhu Cave. "This place is very suitable for making swords. I'll try my luck to see if he is willing to make swords for me. If it doesn't work, I can't do it, so I'll just pretend that I'm unlucky."

"Good people will be rewarded!"

Chen Ping'an showed a sincere smile on his face and said very seriously, which gave Ning Yao a headache. The sword cultivator only believed in the long sword in his hand. He was not too cold about the so-called good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil.

"Good people can't help it either!"

"Don't your left hand hurt?"

Ning Yao didn't want to argue with Chen Ping'an about this issue. His eyes fell on the palms wrapped in cotton and asked casually.

"It hurts!"

"Then why didn't you respond?"

"Is it possible that I have to roll around on the floor and cry bitterly? This will not stop the pain in my left hand!"

Chen Ping'an said calmly as if it were a matter of course.

Seeing this, Zhou Jue nodded slightly. From this, it can be seen that this poor young man is perseverant and has endurance far beyond ordinary people. This is a very good quality.

At this moment, Zhou Jue suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall. Three breaths later, a young man climbed up the wall and jumped into the small courtyard. He was at least a class taller than Chen Pingan. He ran directly towards the house and saw When Zhou Jue and Ning Yao arrived, they immediately stopped and asked Chen Pingan cautiously.

"who are they?"

When Chen Ping'an saw his friend Liu Xianyang, a smile appeared on his face, and he quickly walked to his side and introduced him.

"This is Mr. Zhou Jue, and his junior sister, Miss Ning Yao!"

"My house is too small. I might want to stay at your house for a while!"

Liu Xianyang, a young man who admired Ai, pushed Chen Pingan away, rubbed his hands continuously, his eyes were shining, and he said to Ning Yao Xian attentively.

"Miss Ning, my house is big and has all the furnishings. If you don't mind, how about staying at my house?"

Ning Yao glanced at Liu Xianyang and said very rudely.

"dislike!"

Liu Xianyang was not annoyed, and he approached Ning Yao with a stern look on his face, turning a blind eye to Zhou Jue on the side, and continued to speak to Ning Yao.

"Miss Ning, you don't know that two groups of people blocked my road at the covered bridge before. They cried and begged me to sell my ancestral treasures to them, but I didn't agree. You also came to the town to try your luck. Foreigner, although I, Liu Xianyang, may not sell the treasure to you, it’s okay to let you have a look and broaden your horizons!”

"unnecessary!"

Ning Yao coldly rejected Liu Xianyang and had no idea about the treasure Liu Xianyang said.

Zhou Jue was sitting on the small bench. When he heard what Liu Xianyang said, his eyebrows were raised slightly, and the tips of his eyebrows were a bit sharp as he answered.

"I wonder if I can see your sword book?"

Liu Xianyang has two ancestral treasures in his hands. One is the Haozi armor passed down from generation to generation. Although this armor is not impressive in appearance, it has amazing defensive power. It provides Liu Xianyang with solid protection in the dangerous Lizhu Cave. He was able to survive many dangers unscathed; the other thing was the Sword Scripture created by his ancestors and strictly forbidden to be passed on to outsiders. This Sword Scripture is said to be among the top three in the town's opportunities. It is a practice method passed down from generation to generation by Liu Xianyang's family. , profound and unpredictable, which can allow practitioners to gain rapid improvement and unique insights in the way of swordsmanship. After Liu Xianyang practiced the Sword Sutra, his swordsmanship became increasingly better and he showed great strength, which became an important foundation for his future practice.

Liu Xianyang was born in Lizhudongtian. Although his family has withered, these two ancestral treasures have been passed down, and these two treasures have attracted the attention and competition of many powerful people. After the Lizhu Cave was opened this time, the Xu family of Qingfeng City and the mountain-moving monkeys of Zhengyang Mountain both focused on the two family heirlooms of the Liu family.

Hearing this, Ning Yao looked at Zhou Jue in surprise. Her senior brother had a very high vision and disdained most treasures in the world. It was beyond her expectation that he would be interested in the treasure in the hands of this young man.

Zhou Jue noticed Ning Yao's gaze, his eyes were extremely deep, and he explained lightly.

"The Sword Book in his hand is interesting!"

Only then did Liu Xianyang look at Zhou Jue. Remembering that this person was Ning Yao's senior brother, he immediately nodded and agreed.

"Senior Brother Zhou, if you want to see it, it's no problem!"

Liu Xianyang wanted to save the country through a curve, and used Zhou Jue to get closer to Ning Yao. He slapped his chest with his palms and made a loud bang, and he called him senior brother when he opened his mouth.

"No, you should just call me Mr. Zhou!"

Zhou Jue stopped Liu Xianyang's approach, thought for a moment, and said again.

"Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!"

"I don't want to read your sword scripture in vain. I can help you deal with the two groups of forces that covet your treasure. How about that?"

According to the original trajectory, Mrs. Xu threatened Chen Ping'an's life in order to get the treasure armor. Liu Xianyang and Chen Pingan were as close as brothers. In order to save Chen Pingan, Liu Xianyang sold Baojia to the Xu family. In order to protect the Sword Scripture from falling into the hands of others, Liu Xianyang did not flinch in the face of the threat of the mountain-moving ape, and was eventually severely injured and fell into a coma, and the Sword Scripture was lost as a result.

But Liu Xianyang also won respect and opportunities. After being rescued, he went to the Yingyin Chen family in Nanbosu Island to practice, and his realm improved rapidly. After leaving the Chen family in Yingyin, Liu Xianyang became a disciple of Ruan Qiong, the Longquan sword sect, and eventually joined hands with Chen Ping'an to challenge the swordsman Zhengyang Mountain, winning honor for himself and his family.

Liu Xianyang didn't care about this. As long as he didn't cross the covered bridge, the two groups posed no threat to him. After all, the small town also had small town rules. Outsiders were not allowed to rob small town residents of opportunities at will, otherwise they would He was directly expelled from Lizhu Cave Heaven.

"No need to go to such trouble, just read the Sword Scripture as you like!"

Liu Xianyang waved his hand, not caring about the transaction conditions Zhou Jue said.

Zhou Jue didn't say anything more. He watched the boy climb up the wall again, jump out of the yard, and go home to get the sword scripture, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"This sword scripture of the Liu family is quite mysterious. It can allow people to practice swordsmanship in their dreams, or even dream back to eternity. They can see the time when the ancestor of the Liu family was back then, and see the five highest armored men and sword-wielders in heaven. ”

Zhou Jue's sword cultivation has reached the fourteenth realm, and he is only one step away from reaching the fifteenth realm. Since ancient times, no sword cultivator from all races can surpass his realm, second only to the sword holder of the Heavenly Court, the five supreme one.

Therefore, Zhou Jue wanted to use the sword scripture in Liu Xianyang's hand to locate his position, dream back to the eternity, return to the heavenly era ten thousand years ago, meet the sword holder of the fifteenth realm, discuss the Tao with him, and find That little bit of opportunity for breakthrough.

After a while, Liu Xianyang climbed over the wall again, jumped into the small courtyard, and took out a slightly yellowed book from his arms. There was nothing surprising about the book. Ning Yao looked at it carefully. Not seeing any clues, he looked at Zhou Jue doubtfully.

"Your cultivation level is still a little short of the mark. It's normal to see nothing!"

Zhou Jue stretched out his hand to take the sword scripture. His clear and bright eyes suddenly became extremely deep. Thousands of atmospheres appeared inside the pupils. He locked on an undetectable aura inside the sword scripture. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He raised his eyebrows, showed a faint smile, and murmured.

"As expected!"

After the words fell, before everyone could react, a sword light shot out from Zhou Jue's eyes and submerged into the sword scripture. A mysterious and mysterious aura spread out and enveloped Zhou Jue, and a pure Yang god emerged from it. Jumping out of the physical body and diving into the book, Zhou Jue's eyes were dull and his body was motionless. His breathing, blood, heartbeat, and all vital signs had disappeared.

Ning Yao's face changed slightly, and he quickly walked to Zhou Jue's side, holding the long sword in his hand, exuding an evil aura, and he was on guard.

"My senior brother's soul has left his body, and his physical body is not allowed to move. You should stay in the house and don't go out!"

Chen Ping'an didn't understand what an out-of-body spirit was, but he had seen Qi Jingchun's spirit and felt that it was somewhat similar. He pulled Liu Xianyang to stay in the house with a vague understanding, signaling his friend not to talk, so as not to disturb Zhou Jue and Ning Yao.

Zhou Jue's soul stepped onto the long river of time. The deep and calm river beneath his feet hid countless dangers. The water of time flowed slowly, never stopping from ancient times to the present, and countless historical scrolls rose and fell in it, flowing down the river.

Zhou Jue paused for a moment, then took a step, went upstream, and followed a mysterious induction, returning to ten thousand years ago. He suddenly stepped out of the long river of time and came to the outside world again. The sky was high and a magnificent building complex stood above all living beings, emitting a sacred and heavy pressure, making all races bow down.

"Ancient Heaven? There are five supreme gods of fifteen realms!"

"It's a pity that the Lord of Heaven has disappeared in this era, otherwise I could take the opportunity to peek into the secrets of the sixteen realms!"

Zhou Jue looked up at the blue sky, his face showing excitement, and released the aura around him. A mighty and tyrannical sword intent rushed straight into the sky and poured into the ancient heaven.

A woman in white, with her back to the crowd, tall and elegant, with a fairy sword on her waist, cold and lonely, suddenly sensed a vast sword intent, a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face, her starry eyes were dreamy, overlooking the world, locking onto the figure of the young man, her eyes were slightly stunned, and her voice was as beautiful as a lark with a bit of surprise.

"Interesting, there will be such an amazing sword cultivator in the future, wandering through the ages, turning back time, and entering this era!"

"Look at his plan, he wants to ask me for the sword, and get a glimpse of the secrets of the fifteenth realm sword cultivator!"

"Forget it, I'll fulfill his wish!"

Before the voice fell, the slender and white five fingers of the woman in white were like white jade carvings, perfect and infinite, slowly grasping the hilt, the fairy sword was unsheathed, a sword light seemed real and illusory, flashing with a bright white light, and cut into the long river of time.

Zhou Jue stood on the ground, looking up at the sky, and saw the figure of the woman in white. There was a strong fighting spirit in his sword eyes. An illusory fairy sword was unsheathed from his waist. This was the sword spirit of Wei Yin Fairy Sword. With his power, he returned to ten thousand years ago.

"Shua!"

The sword light was bright, like a round of Haosun, across the void, fiercely crashed into the long river of time, blocking the sword light that seemed like a dream or a bubble.

The two touched, and no sound was made. The long river of time was calm, and there was no impact on the historical years. The two had perfect control over swordsmanship and power. This time, there was no leakage of power in the collision, which just completely offset it.

"Good!"

The beautiful face of the woman in white showed joy. As the ancestor of the sword in this world, she taught the sword cultivation methods of the human race. I didn't expect that there would be such a stunning person in the human race. The high level of sword cultivation was something she had never seen before, and it was infinitely close to the fifteenth realm.

The sword holder is the source of all swordsmanship and the supreme existence of swordsmanship. All swordsmanship comes from this sword holder. She waved her arm again, and the fairy sword danced in the void. The trajectory was mysterious, the sword meaning was profound, the sword light was brilliant, and the sword energy was pure. It seemed to contain tens of thousands of swordsmanship essences, condensed into a sword, falling from the nine heavens, like the cold moon falling, the cold chill enveloped the entire world, and could freeze the vitality of all things.

"Come well!"

Zhou Jue's eyebrows and long hair began to condense white frost. Two sword beams shot out from his eyes, piercing the frozen void. The long sword in his hand seemed to pierce slowly but quickly. A sword light that was compressed to the extreme condensed at the tip of the sword, and suddenly shot out, piercing through the void and all things, and went straight to the cold moon.

"Swish!"

The sword light effortlessly penetrated the cold moon and went straight to the otherworldly white figure above the nine heavens, with a momentum like a rainbow, fierce and domineering.

The woman in white turned around slowly, her face was blurred, cold and holy, only a pair of black and white eyes were clearly visible, with faint ripples, her left hand pinched the sword formula, and the natal sword held in her right hand flew out and came to the long river of time. The calm river surface became turbulent, and the endless water of time gathered and condensed into a flying sword, which was across the time and time, and slashed down fiercely.

Zhou Jue's figure became more and more transparent and illusory, his feet moved slightly, and he appeared on the long river of time, walking on the waves, and behind him emerged the picture scroll of the human race's ten thousand years, the human race ascended to heaven to fight against gods, the three ancestors of the three religions united the world, the sword cultivators stationed at the Sword Qi Great Wall, Chen Qingdu and the other three asked for the sword on Tuoyue Mountain, the three and four literary saints lost the dispute, and imprisoned themselves in the Merit Forest, Chen Qingliu killed all the real dragons in the world, hid in the world in a green shirt, Zhou Jue slashed Tuoyue Mountain with a sword, etc.

The geniuses and heroes of the world, the vicissitudes of the past ten thousand years, were all condensed in Zhou Jue's sword. It was extremely heavy, and it was slowly handed out, colliding with the light. Suddenly, the world fell into darkness, the long river of time stopped flowing, and the entire time and space became chaotic. The trajectory of fate seemed to have changed in some way, causing the other four supreme gods to look sideways at the green figure on the long river of time.

Zhou Jue's soul became transparent and illusory. He felt the gazes of the other supreme gods, and a little regret appeared on his face. He put away the immortal sword in his hand and said loudly.

"It's a pity that I can't stay in this era forever. I'll ask the five supreme gods for swords. I'll give up this time and see you again ten thousand years later!"

Before he finished speaking, time flowed again, and Zhou Jue's figure had disappeared from this era and returned to the Lizhu Cave Heaven. The power of the mark in the sword scripture could not withstand Zhou Jue's power, so he could only hand out three swords and had to return to the present.

"The future sword cultivators of the human race can actually go back in time, dream back to the ancient times, and ask the sword holder for the sword. It's really amazing!"

"The potential of the human race is so terrifying that it can threaten the fifteenth realm. I think the development of the human race should be restricted and the teaching of cultivation methods to the human race should be prohibited!"

"The human race is just a mere ant. Why waste this energy? It's too much of a fuss!"

"Don't underestimate it, you should stay alert!"

The sword holder said nothing, with an inexplicable look on her face, thinking secretly in her heart. She was amazed by the scene depicted by the sword just now. The human race ascended to heaven, the heaven was destroyed, and the gods were reincarnated and integrated into the human world. This result seems to be not bad, after all, the heaven is not interesting.

Lizhu Cave Heaven, Niping Lane, Zhou Jue's eyes lit up, his soul returned to his place, he lowered his head to look at the sword scripture in his hand, with a somewhat dissatisfied expression on his face, and handed it to Liu Xianyang beside him.

"I'll return the sword scripture to you!"

"Do you know that you are a natural sword embryo, suitable for practicing swordsmanship!"

Liu Xianyang has excellent talent and bones. The reason why the porcelain buyer did not take him away from Lizhu Cave Heaven was to let him absorb more spiritual energy again and forge a stronger bone. (End of this chapter)