Huang Long was not highly respected in the Dao Sect, but he was one of the disciples of the Saints who had entered the sect earlier.
In order to train himself, he was willing to lower himself to beg Yang Jian. He also wanted to enter the Sword Trial Grounds to train. This surprised Yang Jian a little, but he quickly made a decision.
The answer was naturally …
"Uncle-Master, you can't." Yang Jian smiled bitterly and said, "The sword testing ground is a place for latecomers like Nezha to increase their cultivation level. If you go, you might be able to gain something, but it will be difficult for you to improve your realm."
Seeing Huang Long frowning, Yang Jian explained, "Actually, the so-called sword testing ground is an illusion created by Senior Mirage Dragon. Uncle-Master, don't mention it to anyone else now, lest the Dao hearts of those who enter the sword testing ground change. "
"I know. Don't worry," Huanglong Daoist replied with a smile, but she still looked disappointed.
Obviously, Huang Long had thought about this for a long time before he found out where Yang Jian was staying and came here to wait.
Originally, Huang Long had thought that he would be shameless enough to train with the juniors in order to find a chance to break through to the next realm and improve his abilities. However, after hearing Yang Jian's explanation, Huang Long roughly understood what was going on in the Sword Testing Grounds.
Huang Long's cultivation level was not low. He only lacked mystical abilities and treasures. However, he did not need to enter the sword testing ground. It would be enough to ask Yang Jian for help.
Furthermore, Huang Long's eyesight was experienced. He might be able to see through the illusion set up by the Mirage Dragon. At that time, both parties would be even more awkward …
There was a deeper reason that Yang Jian did not tell Uncle-Master Huang Long.
The most important thing to go to the sword testing ground was perseverance. Then, it was a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat.
Although Uncle-Master Huang Long was willing to lower his status to try the sword, wouldn't he lose face in front of the juniors if he was blocked for too long?
At that time, he would not be able to advance or retreat. His Dao heart would probably be affected and his cultivation level would be destroyed for no reason. It would not be good.
Yang Jian pondered for a while and thought of a compromise, but he did not know if he could tell Huang Long.
"Sigh …"
Huang Long sighed and stood beside Yang Jian, looking in the direction of the South Continent. "Disciple-Nephew, do you know how your Uncle-Master Chijingzi and I survived the last battle?"
Yang Jian frowned slightly and shook his head gently.
"He hid in the corpse of a fellow Daoist from the Spirit Tribe and escaped with his life."
Huang Long's eyes were filled with disappointment. He said in a low voice, "At that time, I asked myself why Junior Martial Brother Yuding was able to achieve the Dao, and why Junior Martial Nephew Yang Jian was able to achieve the Dao, while I remained stagnant for several Yuans. Before that, I was still so carefree. I really didn't know where my confidence came from.
"Martial Uncle, don't belittle yourself like this."
"It's not that I'm belittling myself, but that's the truth." Huang Long looked at Yang Jian with endless loneliness in his eyes. "At that time, I thought that if I could also stop a Saint of the Great Path without becoming a Saint, just like Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, with powerful divine powers, would the Primordial Universe survive and change the situation …"
As he spoke, two lines of tears streaked down Huang Long Daoist's cheeks. His breathing was unstable, and his Dao body trembled.
Yang Jian hurriedly supported Huang Long, but Huang Long broke free from Yang Jian's support.
This was the first time Yang Jian had directly felt the pressure of the older generation of cultivators.
Huang Long and Chijingzi blamed themselves not only because they had witnessed the Spirit army being slaughtered by Xu Mo's old subordinates, but also because they could not stop the Saint of the Great Path at that time. They could not do anything to change the situation.
Apart from struggling at death's door and making sure that the Spirit experts under their control would not die with them, the two Martial Uncles could do nothing.
The general of Xu Mo's troops charged toward the Primordial Universe. The two gathered the remaining troops and chased after him.
However, without the support of the Great Path, by the time they arrived near the Primordial Universe with hundreds of thousands of defeated soldiers, the South Continent was already not far away.
Uncle-Master Chijingzi was full of self-reproach, but he quietly gathered up the old soldiers and reunited with the remaining troops of the Spirit Race, forming a force again.
Huang Long, on the other hand, let out a long sigh. He was dejected for a long time, unable to get rid of the guilt in his heart.
The turning point of the battle in the Primordial Universe was actually when the remaining troops of Xu Mo's troops approached. The experts of the Spirit race went forward to resist, thus cutting off the support for the main battle.
If it were not for the fact that the army of the Black Spirit Kingdom had fought desperately, they would have been attacked by the general of Xu Mo's troops and the Resurrection Being. At that time, the decision made by Ao Xinke and the others was not wrong.
Therefore, Huang Long had to think this way.
If he and Chijingzi were stronger, they could have joined forces to stop the Saint of the Great Path.
If the person who led the army of the Black Spirit Kingdom to station at the rear was not an incompetent person like him, but Kong Xuan or Senior Brother Hiroshige, the Primordial World might not have fallen …
Such torture really made Huang Long unable to rest easy. Therefore, when he heard about the sword testing ground, he could not wait to look for Yang Jian, wanting to make a breakthrough.
Unfortunately …
"Forget it. Uncle-Master will find a place to cultivate. Go and busy yourself."
"Uncle-Master Huang Long." Yang Jian wanted to say something but hesitated. Huang Long pretended to be carefree and waved his sleeves. With a hint of bleakness and dejection, he rode a cloud towards the South Continent.
Huang Long felt ashamed to meet the cultivators of the Primordial World. In fact, he had been hiding at the border of the South Continent. He did not even come to meet the Saint.
Yang Jian stood there quietly for a while. After waiting for a long time, he could not see Huang Long's back view. Then, he rode the Great Dao and headed towards Xuandu City.
No one could explain this matter to Huanglong Daoist. He could only wait for the next battle to let Huang Long kill the enemy. He could kill all the depression in his heart and revive his Dao heart.
Yang Jian could sense that Uncle-Master Huang Long's originally deep and solid Great Dao was already a little dispirited because of the haze in his Dao heart …
However, Huang Long had already cultivated for too long. Even if he was on the verge of death, the possibility of him comprehending and breaking through was too slim. That was the biggest difference between the older generation of cultivators and the younger generation like Nezha.
Many great cultivators from ancient times had a strong Dao nature and had long become indifferent to life and death.
Outside Xuandu City, Yang Jian had just appeared when a white figure flew over from the ruins of the Black Spirit Kingdom. It seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.
"How are we going to plot this time?" Yun Xiao asked softly.
Yang Jian thought for a while. He could not repeat the same method as last time. He asked Yun Xiao, "Uncle-Master, do you have an avatar technique or a puppet technique? It's best if it can be passed off as real. "
Yun Xiao pondered carefully for a while and nodded gently. As the clouds filled the air, hundreds of incarnations appeared.
Yang Jian immediately revealed a small smile and said, "Truth and falsehood, truth and falsehood. This time, we will compete with Xu Mo's subordinates in terms of scheming."
"How do we fight? Forget it, you don't have to explain. Just tell me what to do when the time comes. "
"Uncle-Master, you don't have to worry."
"I'm not as crafty as you," Yun Xiao said calmly. Then, the two of them looked at each other and smiled. Their figures flashed and disappeared.
Why do I feel like the two of them are flirting?
Not long after the two of them left, a slender figure appeared where the two of them had been standing. He pursed his lips and elegantly wiped his nose. He quietly followed.
…
After entering the sword testing ground for half a month, Fairy Zixia understood why her master did not take the initiative to let her enter the sword testing ground.
When she first entered, she was a few days later than the second batch of people who entered the sword testing ground. Most of the second batch had already reached the sixth level, and only a small number were still at the fourth level.
Because of the fact that she could not bring shame to her master, Zi Xia displayed her outstanding talent in the beginning. While fighting fiercely against the fiends, she made a series of breakthroughs. In just a short period of time, she rushed to the front of the seventh stage with irresistible force and met up with many cultivators.
After that, she was temporarily trapped there. She began to meditate, comprehend the Dao, recuperate, and break through every day.
There were more than 30 people on this Immortal Island. Unless they groaned because their injuries were too serious, they would not make a sound. Everyone seemed to feel that it was a waste of words.
Zi Xia almost drove herself crazy after staying in this atmosphere for a few days.
She also understood that resisting the pressure around her was also an experience for her Dao heart. She did not complain. Since she had chosen to come here, she naturally had to persevere to the end.
However, when Zi Xia saw that the people around her had broken through one after another, but she had not been able to break through, her Dao heart soon became unbalanced.
This was the disadvantage of not experiencing many setbacks. It was similar to Nezha before the 25th level.
In the next ten days, Zi Xia was a little restless. Every time she recovered from her injuries, she would run to break through the levels. She had also forgotten the good habit of "summarizing and summarizing".
"Yang Jian's disciple is just so-so."
The Mirage Dragon secretly observed Zi Xia and said with some regret.
It was obvious that this little fairy was too well protected by Yang Jian. The first few fights were full of flaws. Even though she had good cultivation techniques, Dharma treasures, and Divine Powers, she could not use much of her strength at all.
Fortunately, she made rapid progress later. Her talent and comprehension were very outstanding. However, the shortcomings of her Dao heart were actually the same as the original situation.
She did not have enough experience.
The Mirage Dragon shook its head. It felt a little bored, so it spent more energy on Nezha and Sun Wukong, who were about to break through the first 30 levels.
However, after another five or six days, the senior Mirage Dragon frowned and looked at Zi Xia, who was meditating in front of the fifth level.
Zi Xia had meditated for too long this time, and her aura did not change. She did not fall into an epiphany …
"This little girl … is a little interesting."
The Mirage Dragon stroked its beard and laughed. It did not mind that it had misjudged her. It continued to observe Zi Xia with interest.
Zi Xia was not as easy to go to extremes as Nezha. She began to think about the various teachings of Yang Jian and the carefree days of cultivation on Mount Mei.
Next, she spent three or four days trying to restrain her urge to break through the levels and calm her Dao heart again.
Impetuousness and impatience would only make her make wrong decisions.
Her master often said that cultivation was about cultivating one's mind. She came here to seek a breakthrough, so there was no benefit in comparing herself with others. Going through trials was just a way to sharpen herself, and fighting intensely was to better grasp that fleeting opportunity.
Being obsessed with fighting was a bad idea. She came here to understand the wonderful state of cultivation, but she had to fight to the death with the Fiend Art that these Sages had summoned.
Zi Xia chuckled and slowly opened her eyes. Her aura was like a breeze. She seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation.
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