Chapter 337 Beidou Sword Scripture

"Changsheng..."

Yan Chixiao's face turned cold.

Among the immortals and Buddhas that the immortal had specifically reminded before departure, Changsheng ranked first.

"May I ask fellow Taoist, what are the conditions for listening to the teachings?"

The so-called fate, or offering spiritual stones and treasures, or extraordinary talent and understanding, all depends on the preferences of the true immortals.

"Senior Changsheng is good at formations, and he personally set up the heart-searching restrictions outside the island. Those who cross can listen to the true immortals' teachings."

The cultivator's voice changed a little, as if he was mocking and sneering: "It's a pity that my magic power is low, and I can't understand the senior's deep meaning. I tried to break the restrictions several times, but all failed."

"But what's so mysterious about it?"

Yan Chixiao is proficient in martial arts and good at killing, and knows nothing about formations and restrictions.

The monk said, "You will know when you go there..."

Yan Chixiao bowed and said, "I am Yan Chixiao, a casual cultivator. May I ask your name?"

The monk said, "Shen Ming, the steward of Aurora Island."

"Thank you, Shen. I will try the formation!"

After saying goodbye, Yan Chixiao flew to Aurora Island on his flying sword.

A moment later.

When he was close to Aurora Island, he could see clearly that the whole island was shrouded in gorgeous aurora, brilliant and magnificent, like a fairyland.

Following Shen Ming's guidance, Yan Chixiao soon saw a light gate.

There were many monks wandering outside the gate, including men, women, old and young, Buddhists, Taoists and other sects. Most of them were dejected, and a few were eager to try.

This light gate was to test the entrance of the ban to see if there were any losers flying out of it.

Yan Chixiao saw that no one was queuing, so he flew directly into the light gate.

The sky and the earth rotated, the void changed, and in an instant he fell into a bluestone arena.

Several blue wolf monsters, without giving Yan Chixiao time to react, directly rushed over to kill him.

"Monster?"

Yan Chixiao's sword flashed, and several monsters were cut in half.

The corpses fell on the stage and slowly disappeared, and then several bull monsters appeared.

The monsters of the lower grade have already gained some wisdom, and the bull monsters scattered and rushed over from all directions.

Still one sword!

The bull monster died and the corpse disappeared.

This scene was repeated several times, and various monsters appeared on the stage, and their strength gradually increased.

In the fifth wave, they were already transformed monsters, and in the eighth wave, they were already monster kings, using various talents to cast spells.

In Yan Chixiao's eyes, there was not much difference, and he still beheaded them with one sword until he killed several first-grade monster kings.

The stage shook, the void in front of him twisted, and a vortex of exit appeared.

Yan Chixiao escaped into it, and when he opened his eyes again, he had landed at the door of a palace.

There were dozens of cushions in the hall, most of which were occupied, and there was no one on the two jade platforms in the front.

The monk near the entrance of the hall looked at Yan Chixiao for a moment and asked in confusion.

"This fellow Taoist looks unfamiliar. Does he look like a monk from the North Sea?"

"I have been practicing in seclusion on the island. This is my first time walking outside."

Yan Chixiao looked at this person. He had a sharp face and monkey cheeks. He was wearing a colorful Taoist robe and a purple-green snake demon wrapped around his arm.

Then he looked at the other people in the hall. Everyone had a mysterious appearance and a turbid and chaotic aura. At first glance, they were not righteous monks.

In this way, Yan Chixiao's transformation into a handsome young man suddenly seemed out of place.

"How can such a method of slaying demons and eliminating monsters only pick out these crooked melons and cracked dates? Are all the monks from the North Sea like this?"

Yan Chixiao was puzzled and sat cross-legged beside the colorful Taoist. When he saw the snake demon spitting out his letter at him, his eyes slightly widened, revealing a trace of aura, he was immediately scared and hid in his sleeves, trembling.

"Huh?"

The Taoist Hua Lu's eyes flashed with surprise. His pet snake demon was born a different species, so he would not be afraid even if he met a top master.

After carefully appeasing the snake demon, he asked Yan Chixiao: "Daoyou's methods are so mysterious. I wonder at which level you begged for mercy?"

"Beg for mercy?"

Yan Chixiao raised his eyebrows and asked: "Daoyou begged for mercy from whom?"

"I was very unlucky. I met a few golden-backed ape kings at the eighth level. They were naturally immune to poison and I was helpless."

The Hualu Taoist said helplessly: "Seeing that I couldn't defeat them, I tried to kneel down and beg for mercy in order to listen to the immortal's preaching, and I actually passed the test."

"Hehe!"

Yan Chixiao immediately understood and looked at the other people in the hall: "Did they all pass the level in this way?"

"Of course, it's just a matter of how many levels they passed."

The Hualu Taoist pointed to the people in the front and said: "Those people are famous giants in the North Sea. They defeated the demon king with one against many, and finally faced the siege of several top demon kings before they had to beg for mercy."

"So that's it. It's worthy of being a test arranged by the immortal. It's really extraordinary!"

Yan Chixiao got up from the cushion and walked to the front.

Originally, for the sake of listening to the sermon in the same hall, he could just find a seat at will, but he didn't know that there were all those who were willing to take it easy in the hall, and he felt unhappy sitting in the back.

There were eight cushions in the hall, and the eight cushion owners in the front were all first-class masters according to the realm of Dagan.

Yan Chixiao's step forward attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, some of them sneered, some gloated, and the immortals watched the excitement in front of them, which was just right to relieve their boredom.

When he walked to the front, the eight first-class masters looked at Yan Chixiao coldly.

"Daoyou, you are too ugly, don't be an eyesore in front!"

Yan Chixiao looked around and chose the ugliest Taoist, whose face was as blue as indigo, red hair and red beard, and looked more like an evil ghost than a Taoist.

"Are you talking about me?"

The red-haired Taoist's voice was cold and stern. When he spoke, a spell followed the ground and escaped into Yan Chixiao's feet.

This spell is called the Plow Leg Spell, which is a sinister and evil technique.

The spell is cast secretly and at will, and the person is cursed invisibly, with legs broken into several pieces.

The red-haired Taoist had heard Yan Chixiao coming in to talk just now. Looking at his young and handsome appearance, he must be a fledgling who doesn't know the danger of fighting. He should be dead or disabled today.

"How dare you bring out the unorthodox technique to embarrass yourself!"

Yan Chixiao sensed the invasion of the spell and stomped his foot to pieces.

"You..."

The red-haired Taoist's face changed slightly, and his mind raced, wondering whether to lower his head and surrender. He saw a hand grabbing his neck.

He quickly used the escape technique, but the void around him was like iron and stone, imprisoning the Taoist in place.

Yan Chixiao grabbed the Taoist's neck, lifted him up lightly, and then wiped the futon with his head, like a rag on a table.

"You are too much!"

The red-haired Taoist opened his mouth and spit out a red gem, and the poisonous fire of the earth's lungs burned fiercely, bombarding Yan Chixiao's face.

Yan Chixiao did not dodge or evade. He opened his mouth and sucked the pearl into his mouth. Then he chewed it into pieces with a few crunches. The circulation of his true energy was like the refining of a majestic fire spirit, which merged into the Nanming Lihuo exterior scene.

"One is not enough, how many more?"

"Ah!"

The magic weapon that he had risked his life for was damaged. The red-haired Taoist screamed and fainted.

Yan Chixiao threw it casually and it fell on the futon behind him. The fainted red-haired Taoist rolled along and disappeared into a fiery red light.

The other cultivators in the hall were stunned. Seeing Yan Chixiao's eyes sweeping over, they did not dare to look at him and lowered their heads.

Yan Chixiao sat cross-legged on the futon without making any more trouble.

Most of the sixty-four futons were already occupied. After that, people came in one after another. After five days, they were finally full.

Dang!

A bell rang, and the door of the hall closed by itself.

"The sermon begins."

The voice reached everyone's ears, and they looked up at the jade platform and found two more figures.

The Taoist on the left was thin and ancient, wearing a purple Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and looking at everyone in the hall with a smile on his face. He was the Immortal Changsheng.

The Taoist on the right had white hair and a childlike face, and a blue-gray Taoist robe that looked like an ordinary person. He held a delicate bronze bell in his hand and smiled bitterly.

"Greetings to the Immortal Jiguang!"

"Greetings to the Immortal Changsheng!"

The monks in the hall hurriedly saluted. Even if they were usually arrogant, the Immortal had to be polite in front of them.

"No need to be polite."

The Immortal Changsheng smiled and said, "You are all the pride of the North Sea. I have seen you today, and I know that the human race will have no problems."

"Immortal Master, you are too kind!"

Everyone said this, and their faces were full of joy. On weekdays, the unorthodox ways that people hate and ghosts have become the future of the human race today.

The Immortal Aurora coughed lightly and said, "Fellow Taoist Changsheng, please preach!"

"Good!"

The Immortal Changsheng's face was solemn, and he said, "What I am talking about today is to follow the way of heaven. There is a saying that everything has a fixed number, and the will of heaven cannot be changed. Follow it and you will be an immortal..."

The sound of preaching rang out, and the immortal light in the hall shone, and there were thousands of auspicious auras.

Everyone followed the words of the immortal and practiced the exercises on their own, which was several times smoother than usual.

There were some doubts in the past, but when they thought about the meaning of the scriptures at this time, they suddenly understood it.

It was like a divine help!

When listening to the teachings, I was fascinated unconsciously. When the voice stopped abruptly, it took two long minutes to calculate the time.

"Thank you for the immortal's teachings!"

"I will sacrifice my life to repay the immortal's guidance today!"

"Master, please accept your disciple's worship!"

There was a noisy sound in the hall, and everyone submitted to the Immortal Changsheng.

People with weak minds or unorthodox techniques often have confusion during their daily practice, and each has a way to overcome bottlenecks. For example, for the weak, the sect has illusion arrays, and they will naturally understand them after hundreds of times. For example, for unorthodox techniques, there are unique recipes in the skills, which can be forced to break through after taking them.

Such methods will leave hidden dangers.

Today, the method of Shuntian Dao passed by Changsheng Zhenxian is in accordance with the will of heaven and in line with the original heart, without any hidden dangers.

Such supreme Taoism can only be passed on by the orthodox sect of the immortal sect!

"You don't need to be so polite, I will teach the younger generation the most."

Changsheng Zhenxian smiled and said: "If there is a chance in the future, I will come to Beihai more often to open a forum to preach and educate all living beings."

"Long live the immortal!"

Everyone congratulated in unison.

The face of the Aurora Immortal changed from bitter and helpless to gloomy and cold. He looked at the monks in the hall one by one, and memorized their auras in his heart. No matter whether they were clones or changes, they could not escape the tracking of the secret method.

There are no kind people in the world, but most of the time, they will not get angry with ordinary people!

When his eyes swept over Yan Chixiao, the Aurora Immortal raised his eyebrows. The handsome swordsman looked at Changsheng with a mocking look.

"What I'm talking about today..."

The Aurora Immortal originally planned to fool around and send Changsheng away as soon as possible. When he saw Yan Chixiao, he immediately had a mysterious omen in his heart, and then changed his tone: "It's a method of controlling a sword, called Beidou Sword Sutra!"

"I have achieved enlightenment in the Aurora Dao, observed the seven islands around, and created a sword sutra..."

"The North Star hangs down, and all the stars surround it. It is the pivot of creation and the master of humans and gods..."

The sword sutra slowly came out, the full text is 19,600 words, profound and mysterious.

Yan Chixiao frowned slightly, as if he had realized something, and his true energy circulated, and the Nanming Lihuo Sword on his waist rang lightly.

"This method is obscure and difficult to understand, I will explain it in detail again."

The Aurora Immortal smiled and said slowly: "The seven stars of the Big Dipper, facing the Golden Palace above, and covering Kunlun below. It means that the life and body of a person are all controlled by the stars of this palace. Ordinary people are ignorant and will never understand. When a practitioner encounters his natal star, he can eliminate the three disasters and nine calamities..."

He explained word by word, and the originally obscure parts were immediately understood.

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard it, and felt that the supreme immortal method was passed on, and the side door practiced before was like garbage.

Immediately, he used his magic power to practice the Big Dipper Sword Sutra, trying to turn to the orthodox immortal way. When the magic power passed through his limbs and meridians, he felt the pain of the sword stabbing and cutting, which was comparable to the pain of slow slicing.

It happened that the supreme sword method, the entire inheritance, was a hundred times more valuable than following the will of heaven, and he might be able to become a sword immortal in the future!

Everyone was at least a master of the spirit refining realm, with a firm heart, and could endure the pain of slow slicing, and continued to practice according to the sword sutra.

"Puff!"

A scream in the hall awakened the people who were obsessed with the sword scripture.

Looking back, they saw the colorful Taoist at the door, spitting blood, with a weak breath, dying.

A fine sword aura came out from the Taoist's skin, and blood flowed from the wound, dyeing the colorful Taoist robe blood red.

This horrible scene was like a cold water pouring down on their heads, pulling everyone back to reality from the dream of being a sword immortal.

"Ah! The power of the poor Taoist?"

Another exclamation, the person who spoke was famous in the North Sea, and his Taoist name was Huoyun Zhenren.

Huoyun's aura dissipated quickly at this time, and he turned from a master in the realm of refining spirits to an ordinary mortal in a short time.

Hundreds of years of practicing magic power, turned into nothingness with one move.

Two people had accidents in their practice, how could they not know that there was a problem with the sword scripture, and they all looked at the Aurora Zhenxian on the high platform.

"I'm preaching, how dare you, an ignorant kid, interrupt me!"

The Immortal Aurora snorted coldly, waved his hand, and two flashes of light flashed, and Taoist Hualu and Taoist Huoyun disappeared instantly.

Then the Immortal continued to talk about the Beidou Sword Sutra, but the atmosphere was completely different from before.

All the spiritual masters were clear-minded, and they immediately thought about the cause and effect. They didn't understand that the Immortal Aurora was secretly competing with the Immortal Changsheng by passing on the Dharma, and also warned the disobedient people in Beihai.

It just so happens that the Beidou Sword Sutra is the real supreme immortal method. If you can't practice it, you can only blame your lack of talent and your weak heart!

Seeing that the Immortal Aurora began to preach again, everyone used various secret methods to block their hearing and thoughts, and dared not listen to a word.

"Such a cowardly person can also ride on the successor of the human race?"

The Immortal Aurora sneered, and then only preached to Yan Chixiao. When he saw that he was confused, he spoke back and forth in detail, and when he saw that he understood, he quickly skipped.

It took more than three hours to finish the sword sutra, and asked: "Is there anything unclear?"

Yan Chixiao thought for a moment, and there was a true immortal who explained it word by word, and the scriptures were clear before and after. The rest only needed to be practiced day by day, so he bowed and saluted.

"Thank you for the teachings! I will be rewarded if I succeed in my practice!"

"I saw that you have a lot of understanding, so I taught you the true method, so there is no need to repay."

The Aurora Immortal smiled and said: "This sword sutra emphasizes the meaning rather than the sutra. Can you understand the true meaning from it?"

Yan Chixiao said: "I listened to the immortal's narration of the whole sutra. The so-called Big Dipper is seven words of killing!"

"Very good!"

The Aurora Immortal clapped his hands in praise, and he had made up his mind to accept Yan Chixiao as the heir of Aurora Island.

"Hmph! Seven words of killing, what a murderous aura!"

The Immortal Changsheng snorted coldly and looked at Yan Chixiao with a fierce murderous look.

"Heaven values ​​life, but you are bent on killing. Uncle Master is a demon who defies heaven!"

"You shall be killed!"