Lu Jiajia surveyed the four peaks on the wrecked Mount Huanbao and watched the snow for the last time before leaving.
Wearing the white cloak, she stood in the billowing velvet flowers and condensed the snowstorm as the sword. Like a young girl who just started learning swordsmanship, she practiced all the sword moves of the former part of the Heavenly Oracle Sword Method in sequence.
The sword had no aura or shiny sword light but the dancing figure was full of immortal intent as if to leave with the wind anytime.
Ning Changjiu stood behind her and looked at the dancing figure quietly. When the sword moves were tense, they seemed like heavy snow; when the sword moves were slow, they looked like the icy spring gurgling.
"You've unified with the sword completely." Ning Changjiu gasped in admiration sincerely.
Lu Jiajia didn't respond but smiled faintly. She turned around and thrust at Ning Changjiu's throat with t
The unconscious Fish King was gripped by its nape and thrown onto the carriage. Its body was stained with sticky and cold blood.Its heart had been torn apart. The other parts were all scarred and battered, except that its body was still tough due to constant hunting. None of its spiritual power was left.It was an untalented cat. It couldn't have its evil core during its lifetime.Back then, it killed the old fish and took out the ancient book. It read the book for a long time. Even when the old fish stank in front of it, it still didn't understand any word in the ancient book. It was stimulated by the fish's rancidness and stench. The complicated words of the book seemed like sarcasm. Then, the monsters' talking voices came from the distance. It was so scared that it swallowed the ancient book with all its hair standing up.The ancient book became its evil core afterward.That was when it was closest to death.
The winding Red River surrounded the South Wilderness, making the place a dead sea inaccessible for outsiders.Row upon row of cities and towns were like boats parked outside the dead sea.Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia marched forward regardless of the snowstorm and flew across thousands of mountains and rivers by sword. When they flew by sword for several days, they would find an inn in a small city and rest for a night.This world was too vast. Countless continuous mountains and deep valleys were natural barriers, confining the ordinary people to several states. Meanwhile, there were many relics remaining and fierce gods not recorded in history in the high mountains and lofty hills which even those cultivators at the realm of Purple Court could hardly fly across by sword.Those towns and villages were interspersed within like the pearls held in big palms."These days, I've been thinking about an issue," Lu Jiaji
The Tribulation Dragons were swaying their bodies in the seawater. They tossed up and plunged from time to time. The turbulences stirred up by the shield scales were churning the seawater and also shook the mountain-like tower ship heavily.The cultivators on the tower ship reacted differently. Some of them thrust the seawater with the flying swords while some immediately sat in meditation with their five sense organs all closed to enter a meditative spiritual state and keep themselves from being disturbed by the singing sound. On both sides of the ship’s bow, the crew stayed in place. Iron bombs were ejected from the copper cannon and rushed to the water with the flame.However, even the loud sound of firing the bomb still couldn't drown out the whimper-like singing sound of the Tribulation Dragons.The singing sound surrounded the big ship within an instant and enshrouded it with the nightmare.Ning Changjiu's sword Qi sma
Sitting on the ship's bow, the little girl was crying her eyes out.The cotton-padded coat she wore was wetted by the seawater. Now, her cotton-padded coat was frozen in the cold wind. Dressed in the coat, she seemed to wear ice. Her hair was tied into a braid on the top of her head. She held the wooden wall of the ship's side. Her face which was red with cold looked a bit chubby.Upon seeing Ning Changjiu, she seemed to meet her family and held Ning Changjiu's thighs at once. She raised her head tearfully and called him daddy nonstop.Ning Changjiu hung his head to look at her. He was at a loss for the moment.Lu Jiajia walked to him and bent down to look at this pitiful girl. She took out a handkerchief to wipe the little girl's face and then cast a glance at Ning Changjiu, "Good for you. I didn't expect that you already had an illegitimate daughter."Ning Changjiu heaved a sigh. He also crouched down and stro
In Spirit Testing Hall, Mount Taisha of the Ancient Spiritual Sect.Outside the hall, the cultivators entered in turn.The Ancient Spiritual Sect consisted of ten peaks. Each peak had two halls. Every hall was equipped with ten young disciples or so. There were around two hundred young cultivators in total.Among these young cultivators, only twenty people or so could truly reach the Ancient Spiritual Sect. The rest of the disciples either returned to the secular dynasties or worked in the subsidiaries of the Ancient Spiritual Sect.And the disciples who passed the Spirit Pulling Contest would qualify for attending the Spiritual Valley Competition.The rule of the Spirit Pulling Contest was very simple. That was, the Dark Chamber would be guarded by a Hell General, in which there were several thousand swords. Every sword was different in terms of character. The candidate was required to pull out any random sword
Holding the broken sword, Ning Xiaoling returned to the team.The spirit-teller noticed that Ning Xiaoling was a bit frustrated so she said patiently, "Your performance is already not bad. You can test the waters in the competition this time and surprise us two years later.""Okay. I'll prepare for it well." Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.Of course she was not bothered by this. She couldn't get the Hell General which shook the Dark Chamber among thousands of swords out of the sea of her consciousness. It was real and illusory, which was like a lingering dream.The spirit-teller asked in confusion, "Xiaoling, what's wrong?"Ning Xiaoling shook her head, "Nothing. It's just... that I'm a bit tired from pulling out the sword."The spirit-teller was suspicious and didn't ask further.Yu Jin also said in a low voice, "Xiaoling, no worries. Your performance is still satisfactory."
Before the Dragon Queen's Banquet started, a not-that-serious tempest happened in the state of Sea.The cause of the tempest had something to do with the tower ship called Marine Moon they had taken before.The Global Subversion Sect, one of the eight divine sects in the Central Land claimed that they had lost a batch of significant goods on the tower ship Marine Moon, hoping that the state of Sea could give them an explanation. Yet, the staff of the state of Sea didn't admit that their so-called valuable goods had appeared on the tower ship. A conflict was about to break out but a big shot of the Ancient Spiritual Sect happened to be in the state of Sea. He intervened personally and mediated the dispute.The Dragon Queen's Banquet was held as scheduled.The Central Land was spacious. The grand sects were several hundred kilometers away from each other. This world seemed to be built for the grand cultivators who could fly by
In the ruins of the Spiritual Valley in the Ancient Spiritual Sect.Holding the broken saber, Ning Xiaoling stood on the cliff and looked into the ruins with the 23 other disciples.The ruins were covered by the thick fog and hidden in the steep and moist deep valley. The undercurrent springs gurgled and the monkeys cried out. Among the towering rocks, the huge ruins within a radius of 50 kilometers were tier upon tier. Countless secret realms and obscure paths were hidden within.Legend had it that this place also used to be a Fengdu City. If one was careful enough, he could see the ancient relics of the Bridge of Forgetfulness, Yellow Spring Road, Hall of Medicine King, etc.Ning Xiaoling stood on the cliff. Her long hair tied up with a string was billowing in the wind.She wasn't nervous about this Spiritual Valley Competition. On the contrary, she was a bit distracted.That notebook about the sp