"Luo Manor, in the pavilion by the lake."
The quiet, beautiful, and elegant girl was like a fairy who had walked out of a painting.
"Her temperament was otherworldly, but her pale and sickly face made people pity her. Her small hands were clutching her chest, and her breathing was erratic."
Could it be … that this was the only way? " Luo Bing 'er looked at the letter of faith on the stone table in front of her, which was about to fly away as the autumn wind blew past it.
"Cough, cough."
"Bing 'er," a middle-aged man with an aura as strong as a dragon and a tiger, walked into the pavilion. His eyes were fierce and soul-stirring. "Judging from his chiseled face, he must have been an elegant and handsome man when he was young."
"Father …" Luo Bing 'er wanted to get up, but she couldn't muster any strength.
"Hurry up and sit down. You've only just recovered a little."
Luo Tianlong looked at his daughter's weak appearance, and tears welled up in his eyes even though he had a heart of stone. "Have you read the letter your sister sent? What are you thinking? If you don't agree, I won't force you. "
Bing 'er has been plagued by illness since she was young, and her body was often burned by flames! Every time, you have to use your vitality to save my life! If it wasn't for Bing 'er dragging you down … you would have reached the third realm of martial arts long ago. If there's a way to cure my illness once and for all, Bing' er is willing to give it a try. "
Luo Bing 'er replied weakly with a pleasant voice.
"Sigh ~!" You've been blessed since you were young, not inferior to your sister's. Unfortunately, your illness has made you wish you were dead, and it has delayed your cultivation. Until now, you've only reached the first level of the Spirit Refining Realm. Luo Tianlong took a deep breath. "This time, your sister asked her master, the Kunlun Saint, to go against the heavens and help you divine a trace of fate.
You won't live past sixteen! But there's always a variable in the unseen world. In the near future, someone who might be able to save your life and resolve your calamity will come to Luo Sheng City. If you want to live, you must become that person's wife. As your father, I have no choice but to do this.
"Yes."
Luo Bing 'er nodded slightly, looking pitiful and moving.
"The Joust for a Spouse is one of the reasons. You have to watch the Joust for a Spouse in secret. If you see someone who can make you feel something special, tell me."
"Is there really such a person …" Luo Bing 'er's beautiful eyes flashed with hope.
At this moment, Qin Tian was sitting cross-legged on the bed in his room. His mind entered the five-colored sea of consciousness.
Xuan Ra was lying down in the air with one hand supporting his head. "Yo ~ Kid, you seem to be in a good mood, coming to compete for a spouse."
"Hehe."
Is this any of your business? Qin Tian rolled his eyes! He took a deep breath and cleared his mind!
"The first stage of the Sword Manipulation Technique is to split a hundred strands of spiritual sense to control the sword! It was called the Hundred Flying Swords!
"The second stage of the Sword Manipulation Technique, splitting ten thousand strands of Divine Will to manipulate the sword! It was known as the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!
"The final stage of the Imperial Sword Technique, splitting ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine divine senses."
"Imperial Sword Transformation!"
The final stage of the Sword Manipulation Technique was so powerful that one could imagine countless swords descending from the sky, slaying gods and destroying the heavens.
"Oh?" Do you want to comprehend the next stage of the Sword Manipulation Technique? Xuan Ra asked with interest.
"Get lost, I can't be distracted! If you spout any more nonsense, I'll cut you into pieces! " Qin Tian closed his eyes. Strands of Divine Will split out from his eight-foot-tall Nascent Soul.
At the Nascent Soul Stage, all the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness was stored in the Nascent Soul.
"Bastard! You threaten me all the time. Now you're all grown up! " Xuan Ra looked aggrieved.
"The 500th strand of Divine Will, split!"
"The 1,000th strand of Divine Will, split!"
"The 2,000th strand of Divine Will, split!"
"Every strand of Divine Will is like cutting off a piece of flesh, and the pain is magnified a hundred times! Qin Tian gradually became numb! "
"In the blink of an eye, it was the morning of the third day."
In the courtyard, Lin Mo looked at the still room and said, "He's so hardworking. He hasn't come out even once in three days. Today is the day of the Groom Selection Tournament. Did he forget?"
"There are now 9,990 strands of Divine Will!"
The corners of Xuan Luo's mouth twitched as he looked at the eight feet eight feet tall Divine Infant's Dharma Form. "What a perverted monster. The Sword Manipulation Technique I obtained seems to have been specially prepared for him."
Qin Tian's heart was still like water, the pain of splitting his divine sense numbly ignored the "9991st divine sense"!
"9,995 strands of Divine Will!"
"9,999 strands of Divine Will!"
"Ten thousand strands of Divine Will, split!"
"It's a success!" Qin Tian suddenly opened his eyes. Those black pupils reflected ten thousand rays of sword light, swallowing the sky and covering the sun, shocking the world!
The Sword Manipulation Technique had reached the second stage.
"When a hundred swords fly together, it instantly transforms into ten thousand swords as one! Its power has increased by a hundred times, a thousand times! "
This was the difficult part! Even if he sold everything he had, he wouldn't be able to obtain ten thousand swords of the Sword Manipulation Technique.
"Even if it's the cheapest Heaven-grade weapon in the System Store, ten thousand of them would cost hundreds of millions of gold coins. How long would it take me to save up?" He had just obtained the spatial ring from the Profound Heaven Great Sage's inheritance, and there were billions of low-grade crystals inside.
"A Heaven-grade weapon can be bought at an auction for about a million low-grade crystals."
"Damn … Ten thousand Heaven-grade weapons would cost tens of billions of crystals. My head hurts!" Qin Tian slapped his forehead. "Hey, do you have any money on you?"
"Me?"
Xuan Ra pointed at himself. "Damn! I don't have any money, but I do have a life. "
"How could the young master of the Ancient Demon Clan not have any savings?" Qin Tian revealed a brilliant smile, "Big brother Xuan Luo, since you've given me ten billion low-grade crystals, I'll work like a horse to repay you. I'll immediately find you a body to possess."
"Really?"
Hearing this, Xuan Ra's eyes turned green, "Physical body, physical body!" As long as he could possess a physical body, he would be able to see the light of day again! I'll kill all the bastards who sealed me, and I'll kill all the bastards in the Ancient Demon Clan who are plotting against me.
"Hahaha!" There's a chance! I knew this bastard was rich! " Qin Tian rubbed his hands and walked to Xuan Ra's side, "Big brother, my good big brother, don't worry!" I will definitely help you find a body to possess. I swear to the heavens that I will never go back on my word! "
I don't have any low-grade crystals.
Xuan Ra threw out a spatial ring, "There are ninety million mid-grade crystals in here. One mid-grade crystal is equivalent to a hundred low-grade crystals. Take it."
"Ninety million mid-grade crystals, if converted to low-grade crystals, would be nine billion. Adding the one billion low-grade crystals on me, I would have ten thousand Heaven-grade Divine Weapons!" Qin Tian was ecstatic, "Imagine the scene of ten thousand Heaven-grade Divine Weapons attacking with swords? How terrifying would that be? What if there were ten thousand Ancestral Artifact swords? They could kill gods and immortals! "
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