The Third Natal Treasure Spirit [Asking for Monthly Ticket]

Sword Master is expecting me?

Fang Wang was secretly surprised. He was hesitating whether to show his cards directly, but he thought of Zhou Xue's words. Zhou Xue asked him to hide his name, and there must be a reason.

On the way, the man in yellow kept talking. Fang Wang thought he was deliberately instructing him at first, but he realized that he was complaining after hearing it.

After an incense stick of time.

Under the guidance of the man in yellow, Fang Wang came to a loft by the lake. The lake area in front of the loft was full of dense lotus flowers, and the mist was diffused, looming, which made the fairyland atmosphere more attractive.

"This lake area has a natural spiritual vein of heaven, buried deep underground. It was led to the ground by the sword master with a sword formation. You can shape your soul here and stay as long as you want."

After saying this, the man in yellow turned and left.

Fang Wang bowed to him, and then walked onto the wooden platform by the lake. The wooden platform in front of the loft was simple, and there was a broken bridge in front of it, like a sword piercing into the lotus lake area.

Fang Wang did not enter the attic, but walked to the wooden bridge to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him.

The fog was thick, hazy and beautiful, but it could not cover the majestic figure of the high mountains on the opposite bank. Lotus flowers fluttered slightly under the breeze of the lake. Occasionally, a red fish jumped out of the lake, as if trying to break free from fate and become a dragon.

Xiao Zi got out of Fang Wang's arms and crawled towards the attic behind. Fang Wang did not stop him, but meditated on the spot.

He had already used his spiritual sense to explore the attic behind. There was no one inside, no rats or insects, and no one was living within a few miles. He was far away from the sword servants of the sword saint, but it was quiet here and no one disturbed him.

Admiring the scenery of Jian Tianze, Fang Wang suddenly liked this place. There were no rules or fights here. It was indeed a good place for cultivation. Perhaps this was also the reason why so many sword cultivators were willing to be sword servants.

Half an hour later, Fang Wang closed his eyes and practiced.

If he wanted to shape his soul, he must first sense the spiritual veins of the heavenly way at the bottom of the lake.

As he closed his eyes, the sun set and the moon rose, and as the days passed, the fog on the lake surged quickly, and the sea of ​​clouds in the sky surged violently, as if the world had been accelerated.

…

In a blink of an eye.

A month passed in a flash.

That afternoon, Xiao Zi was lying on a lotus flower basking in the sun. He suddenly felt something and looked up. He saw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushing towards Fang Wang, forming a whirlwind visible to the naked eye, surrounding him.

"Do you really want to shape your soul?"

Xiao Zi was secretly shocked. He thought Fang Wang was fooling Gu Tianxiong before, after all, Fang Wang already had two life treasures in his hands.

Unexpectedly...

Three life treasures...

Xiao Zi thought of a legend he had seen in the Great Sage Cave Heaven, and hope flashed in his eyes.

After a month, Fang Wang finally felt the spiritual veins of the Heavenly Dao, and his treasure spirit space began to tremble. He finally found the feeling of shaping his soul.

He wanted to shape his soul now!

Wisps of Xuanyang True Fire overflowed from his body, swirled around his body, and surged toward his head, condensing together.

On the other side.

Dozens of miles away from the lake, Gu Tianxiong and several sword cultivators followed a boy walking on the corridor, one of whom was Fang Hanyu.

Fang Hanyu covered his eyes with a black scarf and walked at the end of the team.

Gu Tianxiong was as enthusiastic as ever, chatting happily with the sword cultivators who accompanied him.

Fang Hanyu admired the scenery of the lake next to him and remained silent.

Walking around the corner of the corridor, a woman's voice came from the front: "Brother Song, it's time to come out and practice swordsmanship. How long are you going to be decadent? Although the Sword Saint Senior didn't say anything, he has not summoned you, which is already very dissatisfied with you."

Gu Tianxiong and others shut up and turned their heads to look. They saw a woman in plain clothes standing in front of the house in front. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore two swords on her waist. She was full of heroism. At this moment, she stood in front of the door, frowning.

Seeing Gu Tianxiong and others coming, she took two steps forward to make way for them.

The boy nodded slightly at her, and then brushed past.

Everyone walked past the door, and before they walked far, they heard a mocking voice from the room: "Practicing swordsmanship? What's the use? The so-called swordsmanship understanding and swordsmanship heart are nothing in front of the treasure spirit grade. God has already set the rules for us..."

Song Jinyuan!

The only disciple of the sword saint!

Hearing his words, everyone kept silent and continued to move forward.

After walking for hundreds of steps, a sword cultivator sighed: "Song Jinyuan followed the Sword Saint back to Daqi, and with the sword in his hand, he swept the disciples of the same realm of the nine major sects. How high-spirited he was, but now he has ended up... Alas!"

Another sword cultivator followed and said: "There is no way, Tianyuan Baoling, that Lu Yuanjun can be famous in the Daqi cultivation world with the middle-grade Diyuan Baoling, and can even fight across realms. With such a comparison, it is impossible to imagine how strong Tianyuan Baoling is."

Other sword cultivators followed suit and expressed their feelings. Tianyuan Baoling has spread throughout the Daqi cultivation world. In the past two years, Fang Wang's name has reached the point where cultivators feel that he is well-known.

Fang Hanyu walked behind, and he was used to it. Especially in the past month, Fang Wang defeated thirteen first-class geniuses in one move, and the stories of those geniuses were dug out again. The more he knew about the power and legend of those geniuses, the more he could feel the incredibleness of Fang Wang.

Not only that, the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art was also spread. Ten years ago, the secret realm of Ji Hao Sect appeared in the world. Various sects fought for the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art and the Tiangang Holy Body True Art. In the end, they could only jointly excavate the Great Sage Cave Heaven. Unexpectedly, the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Art had been obtained by someone, and it was obtained by the peerless genius of Tianyuan Baoling. Some people bluntly said that this was the divine art choosing its inheritor.

Although the immortal cultivators went against the will of heaven and pursued immortality, the longer they practiced, the more they believed in fate.

What is destined to happen must happen, and what is not destined to happen must not be forced.

Fang Hanyu listened to the legend of Fang Wang and did not feel proud. He only had infinite fighting spirit in his heart. He wanted to try his best to catch up with Fang Wang and fight side by side with him.

Gu Tianxiong started to brag about his daughter's good relationship with Fang Wang. Of course, the other sword cultivators didn't believe it at all.

After walking for a while, the boy finally stopped in front of a door. He turned around and bowed to the door.

"Sword Saint, these people have passed.

The boy said softly. Jian Tianze's sword servants all called the Sword Saint by his name. It is said that this was instructed by the Sword Saint.

Bang——

The door suddenly opened, and a strong wind blew out, blowing the boy's robe back wildly, shocking the sword cultivators to bow.

Gu Tianxiong bent over and looked up, only to see a figure in white stepping out of the room. He was surrounded by tiny sword shadows, densely packed. Every step he took left a residual shadow behind him, as if his soul had left his body, which made Gu Tianxiong's eyes go straight.

Sword Saint!

He had a head full of white hair, which was coiled under the white jade crown. His face was ruddy and full of energy, especially his eyes were bright and energetic, as if there were two little people waving swords in his pupils, and the sword light was overflowing.

"Take them to the sword pool for baptism. "

The Sword Saint left these words and turned into a gust of wind and flew away. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the fog on the lake. The sword cultivators turned their heads and saw only the Sword Saint's afterimages on the lake, which were transformed by the sword energy.

"Is this the Sword Saint? I don't know what realm he is in." Fang Hanyu was secretly shocked.

Even in Taiyuan Sect, he had never met such a master.

Even if the head of the sect was seeking immortality, he felt that he might not be able to compare with the Sword Saint.

"Everyone, follow me. "

The boy said, and then continued to walk forward. The sword cultivators secretly regretted that they could not meet the sword master directly.

...

On the wooden bridge over the lake, Fang Wang was sitting in meditation. His body was already suspended in the air. He was afraid of igniting the wooden bridge, so he made himself float.

He could turn his body into a magic weapon and then fly into the air with the sword control technique. This method was very easy for him.

The rolling Xuanyang True Fire condensed above his head, forming a fireball. Waves of heat spread from time to time, shaking the attic and blowing away The mist on the lake.

Xiao Zi stared at Fang Wang closely, his eyes full of expectation.

He did not notice that someone was approaching at the end of the lake behind him. In the vast fog, a figure slowly walked out. It was the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint came on the waves. The sword energy around him had disappeared. His whole aura was empty and he was one with nature. His eyes were fixed on Fang Wang, and his white eyebrows were furrowed.

"I seem to have seen this fire somewhere..."

The Sword Saint thought silently. After thinking for a few breaths, his pupils could not help but dilate.

"Could it be the Xuanyang True Fire? No, how could he have been to that forbidden place with his cultivation..."

The Sword Saint stared at Fang Wang, looking at the treasure spirit on Fang Wang's head, his eyes showed expectation.

At this moment, Fang Wang's consciousness was looking inward at the treasure spirit space.

About

It is best to have a natal treasure spirit with sealing power. Fang Wang has always relied on sealing in his imagination.

But to his disappointment, he failed. Perhaps it was because he did not have a deep understanding of the art of sealing. Although the creation of the natal treasure spirit depends on imagination, it must be based on his own knowledge. He cannot imagine a power that has not been involved in it out of thin air, and the soul-binding spell is not a pure sealing technique.

Since it is temporarily impossible to create a seal-type treasure spirit, then change it.

He had to put his long-standing Imagine

He wants to create a folding fan!

A folding fan with terrifying wind force, just like the banana fan in Journey to the West. Of course, it is impossible for him to create a banana fan now.

This wind force is not only for objects in the world, but also for souls. He wants this folding fan to have the power to destroy ghosts and capture souls!

The reason for this idea is that he prepared it for Lu Yuanjun and Qingchan Valley, to use the fan to drive away the poisonous fog and destroy everything.

The Xuanyang True Fire has the ability to restrain souls, so his idea can be realized.

Gradually, the fireball above his head began to change and gradually condensed into a folding fan.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed to his head frantically, forming a strong wind that blew from all directions with great momentum.

Rolling thunderclouds came from the horizon and rushed towards Jian Tianze, causing the world to gradually fall into darkness.