Chapter 27 Immortal Vine

The two looked at each other and without hesitation, they stepped onto the steps and headed towards the depths of chaos.

Walking on the mottled stone steps, there is a feeling of traveling through the long river of time. The sword holes that can be seen everywhere are marks of past glory, baptized by endless wars, sealing an ancient and vicissitudes of history.

Wang Heng walked, feeling and contacting with his heart. In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of a war. The earth trembled, ferocious beasts roared, and divine birds split the sky. They were transmitted from an eternity apart.

A supreme fairy vine took root in the chaos, fighting against several stalwart figures alone. The leaves of the vine were like swords, with sharp edges, bursting out with peerless and sharp sword energy, crushing them, and blood splattered in the sky.

It is so extraordinary, with chaotic energy flowing all over its body, and its vine roots are thick and strong, just like the body of a real dragon. Even if an ax with shining fairy light strikes it, it cannot break it in half.

Later, all creatures became afraid of this vine, and would run away desperately whenever they saw its figure.

The last scene is shocking. A sky-holding fairy vine stands in the sea of ​​chaos, blocking out the sun and terrifying the sky. Several vine trunks are flying, each with an immortal corpse stuck in it, and bright drops of blood flowing down it. .

Apparently, Immortal Teng went on a killing spree and slaughtered more than one true immortal.

There was a trance in front of his eyes, and Wang Heng came back to his senses. Those shocking scenes had disappeared, and he and Wang Mian were about to reach the end of the steps.

"Young Master just triggered the mark on the stone steps. You should have seen the images of Senior Xiandeng's battle back then, right?"

Wang Mian suddenly asked.

"Well, I saw a vast battlefield with endless corpses. They all died in the hands of an immortal vine, and there were several immortal corpses among them." Wang Heng nodded and replied seriously.

"You must know that Senior Xianteng has followed the Immortal King for endless years. He has helped the Immortal King kill many enemies. The rise of every supreme being is accompanied by mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Even now, Senior Xianteng is offering sacrifices to the spirits of a domain. In front of countless creatures, he still shows his divinity. That is to say, when facing you, he will show his soft and human side. "Wang Mian said with a sigh.

In front of Xianteng, Wang Heng was undoubtedly special and regarded him as his own.

With that said, the two of them walked up the last step and came to a piece of hard gravel.

There are no birds singing and flowers fragrant as expected here, and the vegetation is prosperous. Some are just dry and lack of vitality. At a glance, there are stones all over the ground, randomly spread on the ground.

It was as if they had arrived in a deserted and barren land.

Wang Heng had a look of surprise on his face, because this was completely different from the sacred scene he had imagined.

Wang Mian had been here before, so he had expected this.

In the desolate gravel land, there is silence and no thriving life can be seen. It is like a restricted area of ​​life.

On the horizon in the distance, a tall figure stands, very eye-catching. It is the only living creature here, and it is also the purpose of Wang Heng's trip.

With awe in mind, the two of them slowly came to the feet of the tall figure and looked up.

This is a peerless fairy vine, rooted in the hard soil, surrounded by cloud-like chaotic energy, unattainable, soaring into the sky.

Needless to say, any creature approaching this place will be shocked by the atmosphere of Xiandeng. It is as powerful as Wang Mian, and some are frightened, knowing that they are no match for Xiandeng.

"You are here."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded, echoing in their ears.

"Wang Mian pays homage to Senior Immortal Teng. This visit is on the order of the Immortal King. When the young master has achieved enlightenment, he will bring him to see Senior to receive his blessing." Wang Mian responded respectfully.

"okay, I get it."

The old vine shook gently and tapped its leaves. Indicates that he already knows.

At this time, Wang Heng also raised his hands to Xianteng and said, "Wang Heng has met Senior Xianteng."

His greeting made the atmosphere at the scene awkward.

Xianteng did not respond immediately, because in its impression, Wang Heng and it were not so estranged at all. The two were both teachers and friends, and the other party had never called it "senior".

Lao Teng took a closer look at Wang Heng and suddenly understood.

"He lost his memory."

Lao Teng spoke, and the terrifying aura of being extremely close to the Immortal King filled the air and enveloped the place instantly.

Wang Heng felt a pair of eyes scanning his body non-stop, extremely penetrating, as if they wanted to understand all the secrets in him.

He knew that this was Xiandeng checking his condition and looking for the source of his amnesia.

Wang Heng had no choice but to endure it silently, hoping that this ancient immortal vine who had followed his father, the immortal king, for endless years would not discover the secret of the different master of the soul.

After a long time, Xianteng withdrew his gaze and was silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something.

For Wang Heng, this is like passing time like years. It should be noted that the Immortal Vine once broke through the realm of the Immortal King back then. Even if it fell, it was not comparable to the ordinary quasi-immortal king. If it was discovered by it, If anything goes wrong, Wang Heng will be unable to eat and walk away.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm in the end, and Xianteng showed no signs of discovering Wang Heng's secret.

"Is this... the Soul Sword Art?"

Xianteng spoke, unable to hide the shock in his words.

Only then did Wang Heng realize that Xianteng didn't speak because he was shocked by his powerful soul and was stunned on the spot.

As an immortal vine that has followed the Wang family's Immortal King for a long time, it knows the Yuanshen Sword Art very well, and deeply understands the power and terror of this supreme sword art, as well as the harsh conditions for its cultivation.

A monk, even if he is the son of the Immortal King, must reach the third or fourth realm before he can start to practice Yuanshen Sword Art, and if he wants to master it, he needs to spend a huge price.

It is unprecedented for someone like Wang Heng to condense the soul into a black sword body and release peerless sharpness.

Even a quasi-immortal king like him was amazed by this achievement and considered it a miracle.

"Senior, this is indeed the Yuan Shen Sword Art. When the young master cultivated Taoism, he completed it together with the Immortal King's Yuan Shen Sword Art. His talent is astonishing and unparalleled in ancient and modern times." Wang Mian responded.

Hearing this, the fairy vines shook, and each vine leaf emitted a dazzling fairy light. It could be seen that this powerful sacrificial spirit was extremely uneasy and was surprised by Wang Heng's heaven-defying talent.

“Such an achievement is unprecedented and unprecedented.

Even when the Immortal King was the same age, he was far from as powerful as you are now, which is really astonishing.

However, you should not be arrogant or complacent, because throughout history there are many people who showed great talent as soon as they entered the spiritual path, but failed to reach the end. "