Southern Border.
Fang Xian's External Incarnation, Venerable Hong Ri, rode on the Fire Dragon Sword and flew away. In the sky, there was only a scarlet streak of light, and in an instant, it was already dozens of miles away.
"Good, this sword suits me very well!"
He was dressed in a red Daoist robe, and his eyes were filled with joy. "My swordsmanship has improved again. It's not long before I attain the Sword Like Thunder …"
The Dharmic powers of the Gold Pill level could not be mentioned in the same breath as before.
Especially since he had refined the Great Sun True Yang Pill and was a first-grade Heaven Immortal, it had many more uses.
During this period of secluded cultivation, apart from the Sword Ray Breaking Technique, he had attained another realm, the Flying Sword Psychic.
The flying sword in this realm was equivalent to a living creature that had developed sentience. It could do some things on its own under the command of the sword owner.
He did not attain this realm through bitter cultivation. Instead, when he used the Dharmic powers of the Great Sun True Yang Pill to refine the Fire Dragon Sword, the Fire Dragon Sword automatically gained sentience. It was a pleasant surprise.
If he had used the second-grade Nine Fire Flame Dragon Pill, such a good thing might not have happened.
"A First Grade Golden Pill has boundless uses. The most precious thing about the Great Sun True Yang Pill is this tiny bit of Great Sun vitality … Extreme Yang begets Yin, Yin and Yang are created. There is no beginning and no end, endless and indescribable …"
Fang Xian casually threw out a flame.
The flame transformed into a little bird that chirped. Then, it turned into a little horse that galloped on the ground.
If he was willing to put in the effort and refine it for tens of years, this flame might really become a living creature. It could open up the path of cultivation. It was a natural creation.
"Since I have a sudden impulse today, why don't I go to Ming Wang Temple to take a look …"
Kinhai Monk had already told Fang Xian the address, so it was easy to find it.
Fang Xian arrived at the place. Without showing himself, he let the Fire Dragon Sword fly out and immersed his mind in it.
In the next moment, everything that the flying sword experienced was vividly displayed in his mind.
"Using the flying sword to sneak in, as long as I retract the sword light, it is much more convenient than using a human … another good method to do bad things. Eh? What am I thinking? "
Fang Xian was a little speechless, but he still controlled the Fire Dragon Sword to hide the sword light and flew above Ming Wang Temple.
…
"I can't live like this anymore …"
In the Wisdom King Temple, a young acolyte with a bald head, who had obviously just been shaved, threw the broom in his hand with a long face.
His real name was Ma Dongdan, and he was a prominent figure among the third-generation disciples of the Hundred Venomous Sect. His cultivation had shockingly reached the Divine-Tier, and he could be called an Itinerant Immortal.
In the Miao stockade village, he could be said to be a tyrant. Whenever he took a fancy to a Miao girl in the stockade village, he would directly snatch her away.
Unfortunately, ever since he set his eyes on the toad monster's inner core, he had been having bad luck.
At first, he coveted the inner core and was chased by the toad demon.
Later, he steeled his heart and borrowed a magic tool that was specially used to collect Inner Cores. He thought that it would be foolproof, but he didn't expect that even the magic tool would be stolen. Instead, he was chased by the enraged Toad Demon to the point where there was no way for him to escape.
The last time, he saw a change in the sky and wanted to take advantage of it.
But before he could see any benefits, he was taken by the monk Jin Hai. Without any explanation, he was brought to the Wisdom King Temple. His mana was sealed, and he had to listen to Buddhist teachings every day. Yesterday, he complained a little, but the old monk said that he was fated with Buddha, and forcibly shaved his head.
Ma Dongdan really wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
"Senior Brother …" A few of his juniors beside him had tears in their eyes. "This old monk's cultivation is probably at the Core Formation stage. Even our master might not be able to defeat him … Also, he has Buddhism behind him, so he isn't afraid of the Hundred Venomous Sect. Are we really going to be forced to become his disciples?"
When they thought of the miserable life of only being able to eat vegetarian and chant scriptures in the future, they wanted to hug each other and cry.
Could it be that they had painstakingly cultivated to the level of an Itinerant Immortal just to be a monk for a few hundred years?
"Hehe … these little monks are quite interesting. Why don't I talk to your master and ask him to give you to me as slaves? "
A little brat suddenly barged in from the side, a grin on his face. It was Gu Dao Xian.
However, he was currently hovering in the air, and his cultivation was shockingly at the level of divine-tier.
Ma Dongdan's eyes widened, almost thinking that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
How old was this brat? How did he become an Itinerant Immortal? Was his cultivation so worthless now?
"Dao Xian, don't mess around."
Daoist Zhu Yun and the Sanxiao Monk had arrived together, and their faces twitched as they hurriedly barked at the sight.
The Sanxiao Monk even turned to Kinhai Monk, "My disciple is naughty and mischievous, please don't take offense, Brother Buddha."
"Your disciple has a natural disposition, and I like him very much."
Kinhai Monk clasped his hands together, his expression devoid of emotion. "With this child, the Shushan Sword School's future will be limitless …"
In his heart, however, he felt that it was a pity that the Buddhists didn't have such a blessed person.
"This is Senior Monk Jinhai, a good friend of mine, aren't you going to greet him?"
The Sanxiao Monk then turned to Zhu Yingzi, Han Young-ju and Zhuge Wenxian behind him.
"Greetings, Master!"
The other three were still very obedient, stepping forward to greet him. They were all at the level of Talisman Seed, and had yet to ascend.
The Xuanmen Orthodox Sect's heart sutras placed the most emphasis on the foundation. The more basic one was, the more stable and steady one had to be. Even a slight mistake could not be made up for no matter how hard one tried.
Gu Dao Xian, on the other hand, had a fortuitous encounter at home, and directly cultivated a divine-tier Dao formula. He thought that he was a cut above the rest, but he didn't know that he was a step behind.
"It's a pity that I'm uncorrupted, and don't have a good greeting gift …"
The Kinhai Monk frowned.
"Brother Buddha, you don't have to be so polite. We came to Southern Border for two reasons. First, for Granny Green's matter, and second, for one person."
The Sanxiao Monk originally had some vitality injured, but the matter of being the leader of the three deities was very important, and with the help of the spirit pill sent by the sect leader's flying sword, he forced himself to do it.
The Kinhai Monk was startled, and immediately asked, "Is it the person who suppressed the Fiery Eye?"
"As expected … this person should become my, Shushan's, disciple this time."
The Sanxiao Monk and Taoist Zhu Yun looked at each other, thinking that Fang Xian wouldn't be able to escape this time, they had to kidnap him back to Shushan even if they had to tie him up.
"Master, Uncle-Master, why do we need to trouble you?"
The Gu Dao Xian shouted, "I've also cultivated divine-tier Dao Xian. What Granny Green, I can kill her with one sword … and that Fang Xian, I … I'm not afraid of him!"
The first half of his sentence was fine, but the second half was a little fierce in appearance.
"But … that person has already formed his Gold Core …"
The Kinhai Monk's face twitched, and just as he was about to say this, he saw the Sanxiao Monk's expression turn serious, and he looked into the sky, "Who dares to spy on us?"
Before the voice died away, Zhuyun Laodao had already become one with his sword, turned into a green rainbow, and rushed into the sky.
As the sword Qi flashed, it directly broke the concealment technique, and a fiery red flying sword appeared.
The flying sword was spiritual, turned into a fire dragon, and slashed in the sky.
Ding!
Just as Zhuyun Laodao felt that it was a little familiar, he suddenly felt a strong force coming towards him, and he was slashed with the sword, falling down from the clouds. He was defeated with one sword!
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