Chapter 12 Yuan Shen Sword Judgment

At this moment, ten ancient characters that condensed the essence of the avenue began to tremble violently and emitted peerless sharp beams of light.

Wang Heng's eyes immediately became radiant, like two bright suns.

"Buzz!"

After a soft sound, the ten ancient characters merged into one, forming an indescribable black font.

It is very quiet and has not made any sound. The dark surface looks solemn and solemn, as if it is made of some kind of black metal. It is also very complicated. The number of every inch of the structure broken down into basic ancient characters is astronomical.

Seeing this scene, Wang Heng was shocked. The ten ancient characters just now were already complicated enough, and he could not understand what happened. Now, it was unimaginable that they were merged into such an amazing ancient character.

It is like the incarnation of Tao, with a rich and incomparable charm of Tao flowing around it. It is also like the starting point of the birth of all things, which can open up the world.

Suddenly, Wang Heng's eyes flashed, his expression was surprised and astonished. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he saw the black ancient characters as a black seed in a trance.

When I looked closely, it was really like this. There were no black ancient characters, only a black seed flowing with the aura of the avenue lying there quietly.

"So, the supreme method can also be used as a Tao seed." Wang Heng said to himself, guessing like this.

Just as he was thinking about it, the black seeds changed again, and large areas of the seed coat fell off, revealing what was inside.

It was a small black sword. Just floating there quietly made people feel uneasy and uneasy, as if the next move was about to kill them and destroy them.

Wang Heng could even feel the sharp edge coming from the black sword body, which could plunge him into eternal silence in an instant, leaving only his body in the world.

This is the Sword Art of Ping Chaos, the supreme sword art that all immortal kings long for. Of course, for now, its name is still the Soul Sword Art.

"Quiet the chaos!"

Wang Heng whispered.

When thinking about the perfect world in the ancient era, Shi Hao tried every possible means to obtain this supreme sword skill, but in the end it was to no avail. It has always been a single lineage of the Wang family, with the only exception being Wang Changsheng, who let the nine heads of the dark side Blame control.

Now, he has it at his fingertips. The forbidden scriptures are hidden in his blood. When conditions are met, they can be stimulated and appear before his eyes.

He couldn't help but feel a little excited. This was the Chaos-Calling Technique, a supreme secret technique on the path of the soul. With one sword strike, the world was silent, humans and ghosts were in ruins, and the world was in chaos.

At this moment, the black seed coats have completely fallen off and are piled on the ground. Their essence is the ancient character of Dao. After all the essence is supplied to the core sword body, the other things are regarded as dross and disappear directly with the wind, leaving only the black sword body suspended. In Wang Heng's eyes.

From the outside, there is nothing special about this little black sword. It is completely black, with neither deep lines nor mysterious patterns. It looks ordinary, ordinary, and unpretentious.

However, no one dares to underestimate it, because the sword of the soul is dedicated to killing the soul and is the weakest aspect of most monks. No one is afraid of it and no one is afraid of it.

Wang Heng couldn't help but stretch out his hand of thought to caress the sword body. This was undoubtedly a huge treasure, and would be one of his pillars of support for his future journey across the ancient world and across the heavens.

After successfully practicing the millions of ancient immortal characters, he also started the inheritance of Ping Chaos Jue in his blood. This journey of enlightenment was a great harvest, and it laid the most solid foundation for the future path of cultivation.

Wang Hengchang exhaled and stood up from sitting cross-legged. At this time, he was much stronger than before entering the preaching hall. He understood the most basic use of the words of the Dao. His whole person was wrapped in the ethereal fairy energy, mysterious. It is unpredictable and has a kind of fairy charm.

Her long black hair is spread over her shoulders, her deep eyes are hard to see through, her face is as rich as jade, her bones are excellent, and her bearing is extraordinary. Even if she is only ten years old, no one dares to underestimate her.

"The power of the Immortal King's bloodline is really terrifying. I have mastered almost all the basic ancient characters."

Wang Heng exclaimed, then stepped towards the huge silver-white metal door.

"Boom!"

Sensing Wang Heng's approach, the metal door opened automatically, leaving a gap for a person to pass through.

When he walked out, the two huge doors slowly closed again.

The evil man in the realm of true immortals had been waiting outside for a long time. When he saw Wang Heng coming out, he immediately went to greet him.

As an immortal creature, his eyes were naturally very penetrating, and he instantly noticed the changes in Wang Heng.

Compared with before entering the Mission Hall, Wang Heng at this moment is no longer a blank piece of paper, but a blank and magnificent picture, just waiting to be splashed upward with ink to dye the gorgeous picture.

His eyes lit up, and he said with a smile on his face: "Congratulations, sir, you are well on your way."

Wang Heng's face was calm. Even if the person he was talking to was a true immortal, his status was far higher than that of the other person. Even if he didn't respond, it wouldn't matter.

However, he already knew in advance that the Wang family was about to decline. If he staged it now, it might have negative consequences in the future.

He smiled slightly and replied: "I have indeed gained a lot this time, and my predecessors also contributed a lot to it. When my father returns, Wang Heng will mention this."

Hearing what Wang Heng said, the evil man's heart was already in turmoil, because it involved the Immortal King, and it was difficult to remain calm even with the real Immortal City.

"Young Master has already said that this is what I should do. By the way, Young Master does not need to call me senior, just call me by my first name.

Back then, I was just a human being stuck in the supreme realm, unable to become an immortal. Later, by chance, I joined the Wang family and received unimaginable cultivation. Only then did I cross the chasm, enter the immortal realm, and become a true immortal.

From then on, I changed my surname and took it after Lord Immortal King. The young master called me Wang Mian. "The evil man said respectfully.

If the young man in front of him was just the descendant of the Immortal King for countless generations, then he would not be treated like this by a true immortal. But the fact is that this is the genuine son of the Immortal King, and his status is unimaginably high.

The outside world wants to grab a lot of real immortals to guard Wang Heng, and the supply exceeds the demand. After all, who doesn't want to get close to a supreme immortal king?

Unexpectedly, Wang Heng shook his head.

"The path of cultivation comes first. I haven't even planted the seeds of the path. Facing a strong man who has ascended to the immortal path, I naturally want to be called a senior."

Wang Mian originally wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Heng.

"Senior, there is no need to say anything. I will make my own judgment."

Seeing this, Wang Mian said nothing more and could only follow Wang Heng's wishes.

However, he was wondering in his heart. Before his talent was awakened, that is, before he lost his memory, Wang Heng's personality was not like this. A loss of memory would change his personality drastically.