Chapter 471 Calculation

The void burst, and countless turbulences gushed out.

These thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, like broken porcelain, broke into countless pieces and collapsed everywhere.

Fortunately, this place is the source of the catastrophe, which makes the void change. Otherwise, the aftershocks will be swept away, which is enough to sweep away countless mountains and destroy many creatures.

Even if this thousand miles are broken, how can the scene be terrible?

The secular powers, known as thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, are nothing more than that.

Ling Sheng put his sword on the ground, leaning on the sword and gasped slightly.

Every breath will affect the injury and thus cough up blood.

Every soft cough has fairy blood on the ground.

In contrast, the ancestors of soul refining are much better on the surface. His light gray clothes are still undamaged, and I don't know whether the soul refining ancestor himself has not been damaged, or whether this shirt is an extremely extraordinary treasure.

The soul refining ancestor sighed and said, "How are you hurt?"

"It's okay." Ling Sheng barely stood up and gently drew his sword, but with every effort, he touched the injury, and the fairy blood couldn't help gushing out. His face remained unchanged and he said slowly, "It's barely enough to draw your sword and cut you."

Ling Sheng has a fairy clothes. Although it is not used for defense, after all, it is a fairy thing, which makes him suffer a little less.

After all, Jianqi Tongxuan is mainly about killing.

When the cultivation of the two people reaches the same boundary, it must be more sharp.

Even if it is not counted as the immortal magic clothes, Ling Sheng's own injury is still better than the soul refining ancestor. Relatively speaking, the soul-refining ancestor suffered from Gengjin sword spirit and broken virtual fairy sword, and was seriously injured.

Boe were seriously injured.

But Ling Sheng is slightly better. After all, he can still get up and draw his sword.

And the soul-refinement ancestor is temporarily difficult to move.

It's just that the two are immortals after all. Even if they are turbulent here, they don't do much harm to these two immortals who are beyond the three worlds and are not in the five elements.

The soul refining ancestor watched Ling Sheng move over step by step and think that he would recover some skills, at least half a quarter of an hour, but Ling Sheng drew his sword and cut it, but it didn't take half an hour. Seeing that he was about to lose his life, he was still not afraid at all. He just sighed and sighed, saying, "It seems that I'm still not as good as Li Taibai."

Li Taibai's descendants have surpassed themselves with his secret skills, that is to say, Li Taibai has finally won.

But the ancestors of soul refining know in their hearts that this is not necessarily the time.

Even if Li Taibai is in such a situation, he may not be able to beat Ling Sheng.

Because Ling Sheng practiced the sword spirit through the mysterious chapter, even the founder Li Taibai could not practice the sword spirit through the mysterious chapter.

The soul refiner may not be inferior to Li Taibai, but slightly inferior to Ling Sheng.

The ancestor sighed.

If I had known this, I should have burst out all the accumulation in my body, soar in one fell swoop, and then kill Ling Sheng on the spot. However, in order to delay his life, he only suppressed the realm of immortals here, which was comparable to Ling Sheng, but he was finally defeated.

"Ancestors have been letting you grow up, but he doesn't think you can really fight with me. After all, you are just a descendant of Li Taibai. Unfortunately, your shadow has long been independent, which is not inferior to Li Taibai, and the sword spirit is more powerful. The ancestor of soul refining sighed quietly, "It's still the ancestor who didn't think well."

"It's just that the ancestor let you grow up and doesn't regret it. Otherwise, it's hard to see that you have such skills."

"It was the right time to suppress the improvement of the realm. At this time, the injury is too serious to completely exert the immortal breath to the extreme, and it can't fly up for the time being, which is a little sad."

The ancestor of soul refining looked at Ling Sheng and sighed, "I heard that people are about to die. There are always many emotions, many sighs, many words, and most people are like this."

Ling Sheng paused slightly and frowned slightly, but it was just a pause, and then moved forward again.

"Maybe, but most of the people who died in my hands couldn't even sigh and died under the sword spirit." Ling Sheng walked and said, "But you are not an ordinary person after all."

When ordinary people are dying, there are always many emotions, many sighs, and many words.

But the ancestor of soul refining is not an ordinary person.

But he still sighed so much.

The soul-refining ancestor said quietly, "The sword spirit is broken in my hand."

Ling Sheng did not stop and said lightly, "I know."

"Before your sword is cut down, I want to destroy that volume of sword spirit. It's not difficult to think about it." The soul refining ancestor paused slightly, looked at Ling Sheng, and said in a low voice, "Are you still going to do it?"

Ling Sheng said, "There is no reason to let you go."

"It's true." The soul-refining ancestor smiled and said slowly, "The broken sword spirit is the method after practicing immortals. It is mysterious and unpredictable. Even if it is the nine immortal sects, it may be such a secret method. The method of the Immortal Sect can practice to break the realm of immortals, but after the immortals, they can only explore by themselves. This sword spirit is actually the most mysterious skill in heaven and earth. If you really want to do it, I will destroy this skill. For thousands of years, you have to explore the way forward in the vast sky, and you can't practice according to the skill.

"The same person has different ideas at different times. And you are not the same person as the two who created the sword spirit. After all, the idea is still slightly different. In groping for skills, there must be many deviations from them.

"In this way, you will go through countless detours and delay countless practices..."

The soul-refinement ancestor spoke slowly and suddenly stopped.

"There's a lot of nonsense."

With a hey, a monkey jumped out of the void.

The monkey is a true god raised by nature. Although it is not free to come and go in this void and turbulence, there is not much trouble.

Seeing the monkey, Ling Sheng stopped.

The black monkey sneered and said, "Do you know why he didn't pay attention to the sword spirit?"

"Are you a monkey?" The soul-refining ancestor flashed a strange color, sighed, and said with a smile, "It's been gone for a long time, but it's a little stronger. Why are you talking about?

The black monkey grinned and said, "Because the sword gas turns into lotus, there is no way to break through the immortals."

The face of the ancestor of soul refining has finally changed.

The sword spirit is broken, which is the method of practicing immortals.

The sword gas transformation lotus chapter should be the realm of practicing to break the realm of immortals.

However, the sword gas lotus chapter does not record how to break the realm of immortals, only to the peak of true immortals.

That is to say, the breaking fairy is Ling Sheng's own breakthrough, not according to the record on the sword gas into lotus chapter.

The ancestor of soul refining took a deep breath, looked at Ling Sheng, and said in a low voice, "You... walked another way?"

Ling Sheng said flatly, "Li Taibai and Ma Shihuang didn't give me the way to break through the fairy. How can there be another way?"

The broken fairy is a road that Ling Sheng himself stepped on, not recorded in the sword gas lotus chapter. Then his current path is a little different from the sword spirit in the hands of the soul refining ancestors.

A slight difference is a difference.

The black monkey sneered and said, "Ancestor, Master Monkey has a sentence to tell you."

The soul refining ancestor's face was already quite ugly and said, "What are you talking about?"

The black monkey said, "At that time, when the sword spirit of the book was broken... the two of them were just real immortality."

"Is it just a real fairy?"

The soul refining ancestor was struck by lightning. He looked at the broken sword in his hand and suddenly felt extremely ridiculous. It was ridiculous that he became the treasure, studied for thousands of years, and adjusted the way he had after breaking through the fairy.

It turns out that this sword spirit is full of nonsense.

It can be imagined that even if you fly up smoothly, you will have to take a detour and can't prove it.

"It's impossible, countless mysteries..."

"It's also easy, but it's just to put together the most mysterious sentences in many classics from ancient and modern times, and add some of the visions of immortals when they soared up in history, or the last words of soaring, which is also a broken sword spirit. With the profound knowledge of my brother, Master Ma, it is not difficult to integrate these unrelated statements and visions as a fairy book. What's more, it's just to deceive you, the ancestor who has not yet entered the immortals?

The soul refining ancestor was shocked all over. With his feeling as a fairy today, he recalled it again and found that the sword spirit was broken and full of loopholes. His face was gloomy and speechless for a long time.

"It's weird." The black monkey scratched his hairy chin and said to himself, "At this time, shouldn't you be mad with anger? Like those overpass storytellers, most of the evil figures felt that they had been tricked in the end, so they went crazy, blew themselves up, committed suicide, and finally gave all their Taoist deeds to the black monkeys who told the truth.

The dark color on the face of the ancestors of the soul refining has become heavier and heavier.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Ling Sheng gritted his teeth and was silent.

"In those years, I walked through the secular world with Ma Shihuang. According to the group of storytellers under the overpass, the real masters came out last. Now that Master Monkey has come out, this man will let me know him!"

The black monkey rubbed his fists and did not give Ling Sheng a chance at all. He pulled out his legs and ran away, and there was a palm that shook the wind and thunder.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a storm, and the black monkey flew back backwards.

A * swirled on the head of the black monkey and restrained it.

Ling Sheng's face changed.

"You monkey, I've been prepared for a long time." The soul-refining ancestor said in a low voice, "I refined a few* at the beginning, just to restrain you, a monkey. Now there is still one left, which is just in handy.

When his voice fell, a person came out in the void behind him.

Wu Chi.

A small man with shallow cultivation.

His clothes have been torn to pieces by the turbulence, but they are protected by a monument and are not injured.

He looked at Ling Sheng with hatred on his face.

The eyes are full of the pleasure of revenge.

"Ling Sheng, maybe you don't recognize me, but I still recognize you."

Wuchi tore open the ragged shirt on his chest, revealing his scarred chest, and said harshly, "This is the wound you left for me. Although I have been able to easily erase it, I still left it. Because of it, I can always remember the shame you gave me.

Ling Sheng was silent.

The black monkey looked at himself, looked at the * who restrained him, and then looked at the monument in front of Wuchi and him, and sighed, "My mother, the monkey has calculated for such a little man. It turns out that the real master is him, his mother..."

The soul-refining ancestor smiled faintly and said, "His cultivation is not high, but with these seven killing monuments, he is enough to come and go in the void and turbulence."

He waved his hand later and said, "Wuchi, come here and be sound beside the ancestor."

The ancestor of soul refining is already a fairy, and most of the void turbulence has avoided him. As long as Wuchi stands beside him, he will have an invulnerable blessing. Even if he loses the monument, he can not be hurt by the void turbulence.

"This Wuchi is quite popular with the ancestors."

The soul refining ancestor laughed in a low voice and said, "There is always a little homologous taste in him."

"This time, the ancestor suppressed the realm in the same situation as you, and under the struggle, it was slightly inferior."

"But the ancestor may not have to wait for death."

"As you said, there is no fairness in the world."

"I let you grow up, and it's not fair to myself. It is also unfair for me to put the realm of immortals on this line in order to delay my life.

"For you, it's fair. For the ancestors, this is just self-binding."

The soul refining ancestor said it very plainly. He looked at Ling Sheng and said, "These seven killing monuments were originally used to deal with you. I thought your cultivation was not high, so I intercepted this last monument. It seems that this most powerful monument is destined to be used by you.

"In this way, the monument will be given to you."

The last sentence of the soul refining ancestor seemed to be a little tired.

The time is almost here. Although he was seriously injured, it is inevitable to soar.

He quietly waited for the ascension.

The breath of the monument behind him is improving.

The soul-refining ancestor suddenly frowned and opened his eyes.

Wuchi stimulated the breath of the monument to the maximum, and his face was extremely pale. He looked at Ling Sheng, with hatred in his eyes, and the monument in his hand suddenly hit.

A powerful monument, like a mountain collision, hit the back of the soul refining ancestor.

With a bang.

Like a mountain monument, it crashed into the back of the soul-refinement ancestor. It was powerful and dilapidated.