Chapter 51

Closer and closer to the birth of miracles, no one in the ancient hall counted loudly, but only heartbeat and uncontrollable heavy breathing.

Five floors, twelve steps!

Five floors, thirteen steps!

……

Five floors, fourteen steps!

A genius with potential comparable to the Grandmaster of Tianhua palace appeared!

The ancient temple fell into madness.

"It's not over yet!" someone shouted.

On the fifth floor and the fourteenth step, the young man did not stop or crush his waist token. He took his left leg again.

In the almost dull eyes of the people in the ancient hall, Luo Chuan succeeded in one move, directly crossed the two steps and stood on the sixth floor.

There was no sound of surprise in the ancient hall.

"Maybe he can understand the jade tablet." after a while, a Taoist priest of the eighth grade sect said numbly.

Thinking of Luo Chuan's fist breath before, many Taoist priests nodded and agreed.

"That's Li Xuangan's jade tablet, and it's also the only living tombstone in the stele sea. If he realizes it, his name will be among the future leaders in Tiannan practice."

"Dang magician, congratulations."

"Once this son comes out, the empty mountain boundary may go further."

Dang magician looked very calm: "it's too ambitious to understand the white jade stele. As long as he can understand a copper stele and a silver stele, he will be satisfied."

Looking at the Baizhang white jade monument in front of him, Luo Chuan felt the real Qi being compressed and condensed in his body. Luo Chuan was in a good mood.

Luo Chuan himself did not expect that he could break through the second stage of foundation construction in Beihai. At this time, he clearly felt the improvement of the power in his body. The power of the flesh alone exceeded 10000 Jin, and the power of true Qi was 100000 Jin. If combined with the power of the sudden surge of Qi and blood, the power alone was not lost to the fourth level of ordinary foundation building.

Next is the true gas condensate. Once it is successfully transformed from gas to liquid, it will mark the great success of foundation building, that is, the third stage of foundation building.

"There is a white jade capital in the sky. There are five cities on the 12th floor. The immortal caresses my top and gives birth to immortality."

Looking at the poem on the white jade monument, Luo Chuan read it in a low voice.

"Was this poem originally written by Li Xuangan? The immortal caresses my head and gives me longevity... Isn't this the description of 'spreading fire' in the spiritual world?"

"Hmm? There's still the lower half of the que." Luo Chuan looked down and continued to read: "mistakenly chasing worldly music, quite poor and disorderly feelings. Ninety six holy monarchs, floating clouds and empty names... Li Xuangan once was an emperor teacher of the Tang Dynasty, mistakenly chasing worldly music, maybe that's what he meant. Ninety six holy monarchs... What does that mean?"

He shook his head. Luo Chuan didn't continue to think. He didn't come here to remember Li Xuan.

Turning around, Luo Chuan turned his back to the white jade Monument and walked towards the corner covered with weeds in the distance.

The strong feeling that once appeared on the fourth floor guided him.

Fifteen steps later, he pulled away the long grass and saw a tombstone.

This is the second tombstone on the sixth floor, but it is only the size of a palm. It is all made of wood and black. Compared with the white jade stone tablet in the center of the sixth floor, it looks very small, even... Obscene?

"Finally found you!"

Luo Chuan smiled. He just sat down. There was a buzzing sound in his mind and his memory flashed!

The familiar figure appeared.

His face is simple and tall. He is only thirty or forty years old from the aspect of appearance, but his temples are already gray, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes and wisdom to see through the world. His temperament is even more unspeakable. If you don't look at it, you will see that it is as lofty and vigorous as a mountain, which makes people look up to it infinitely.

I haven't seen you for many days. It's Jiulong Jun.

The winter thousands of years ago was far less cold than today. It was raining. Jiulong Jun, wearing a snow-white robe and loose hair, walked through the cloud ladder, held an umbrella and entered Wuhua city.

The city is like a ghost town. It is empty. The square is empty and quiet.

At one glance, Jiulong Jun saw the Tsing Yi scholar reading with a scroll beside the school yard.

In the empty Yinchuan underground city, the scholar smiled and chanted.

Jiulong Jun looked at the scholar and his eyes were as indifferent and cold as ever: "you are the strongest of this desolate city... The so-called saint of you Tiannan people?"

The scholar didn't answer and read poetry while drinking.

"In the southern part of the world, there are ninety-seven barren cities in Yinchuan. The strongest in each city calls himself the saint. I came from the sky and fought for 100000 miles, and none of them can fight against me. In the front ninety-six cities, the so-called Saint kings were killed by me. Only this City and you."

The cold wind is howling, and the smell of salty and wet blood is faintly mixed in the wind. Even Luochuan outside the Millennium memory can smell it.

As soon as the Dragon King raised his hand, many tombstones flew out and fell to the southeast of Wuhua city.

Luo Chuan was stunned. Is this the origin of Beihai? The 96 strong men of Beihai are just the defeated generals of Jiulong Jun!

The scholar finally raised his head: "why kill?"

Jiulong thought and said, "for all living beings in the world."

The scholar sighed: "shit."

While talking, the scholar twisted his ass and stood up. When he curled up at the school yard to study, he was like a very ordinary scholar, loose and lazy. But when he stood up and threw away his books, his temperament suddenly changed, just like an ancient sword towering through the sky and the earth, giving people the illusion of simplicity and returning to nature.

Jiulong Jun's eyes brightened: "hmm? Good sword! Scholar, what's your name?"

The scholar in green slowly took off a sword at his waist, lowered his head and said shyly, "I'm not a saint, just a little passer-by. I... my name is Li Xuangan."

Sure enough, he is Li Xuangan! Li Xuangan, emperor of the Tang Dynasty!

Although Luo Chuan had already guessed, Li Xuan was still surprised when he reported his name.

In turn, Luo Chuan thought of the war that overturned the pattern of Tiannan a thousand years ago in the mouth of Qin Jiatian that night. It was in this war that the old strong fell one after another, giving future generations unlimited opportunities. In Qin Jiatian's description, the war was launched by a secret force with unknown origin, which swept the whole Xiandao world in Tiannan with the potential to start a prairie fire... Now it seems that the secret force is only one person - Jiulong Jun!

"In my early years, I learned a sword technique, the twelve type magic method Heavenly Sword. Since you also use the sword, we will fight with the sword." while Jiulong was talking, a dark wind rolled from a distance, wrapped in wind, sand, water and wood, and gradually gathered into a long sword.

"Do you want to kill me?" Li Xuan raised his head in horror, his legs trembled, his voice hoarse and screamed.

Jiulong Jun was stunned, and Luo Chuan was also stunned.

Suddenly, a strong sword spirit across the world burst out from Li Xuangan's hand. This sword, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, absorbs the edge of heaven and earth, and the sun, moon and stars are perfect in one blow, which is difficult to describe in words.

Similarly, there is almost no solution.

"How obscene!" Luo Chuan exclaimed.

This almost inexplicable and obscene sword was broken by Jiulong Jun's fingers.

Taking one step, the Dragon King swam under Li Xuan's sense of cutting the sky and the earth. He often felt that the sword spirit would cut the Dragon King in half, but the Dragon King could always save the danger, just like the wind under the sword, silent, but never stopped. The time became very short and seemed very long. When Luo Chuan saw it clearly, Jiulong Jun appeared in front of Li Xuangan, dragging a long sword in his hand.

Until then, Jiulong Jun still didn't give his sword.

"It seems that you are not worth my sword," said Jiulong Jun regretfully.

"Shit." Li Xuan rolled his eyes.

The domineering sword spirit like the Milky way suddenly fell apart and changed into thousands of people with swords, swarming from all directions to attack the Dragon King.

With a wave of his robe sleeve, the Jiulong gentleman saw thousands of swordsman figures falling apart, but the rest still surged up like a tide.

Seeing Jiulong Jun falling into the sword sea, Li Xuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Hey, just teasing you."

"Oh? What do you say about this sword?" asked Jiulong Jun.

"I created it myself," emperor Shijian "of thousands of troops and horses." Li Xuangan said proudly.

"Vulgar." Jiulong Jun sneered, shook his wrist and finally pulled out his sword.

The swirling void appeared under the Jiulong King's sword, like a dark dragon with a hidden night and a big mouth, swallowing thousands of people with swords in their breath.

The figure came out from the other end of the void and stabbed with a sword.

Qiang!

Their swords finally officially clashed.

In an instant, the two had fought twenty times. Jiulong Jun has the upper hand and suppresses Li Xuan's feeling. Li Xuan's feeling is also good. Whenever there is a line of life and death, he can always miraculously avert danger.

"His grandmother! Difficult bastard!" Li Xuan spat and scolded. He suddenly withdrew and pinched a sword seal in his hand. The whole person's temperament suddenly changed, just like the supreme king who is superior to all living beings, walking in the clouds.

"White jade in the sky, twelve floors and five cities."

"The immortal caresses me and gives me longevity."

"Mistakenly chasing worldly music is quite poor and disorderly."

"Ninety six saints, floating clouds and empty names... I'll go!"

After four steps, Li Xuan felt a sword stabbing out.

In the moonlight, the moonlight becomes a sword.

When I met Xinghua, Xinghua became a sword.

If you encounter the current wind, the current wind will become a sword.

Night becomes a sword.

Snow makes a sword.

The fragrance of flowers becomes a sword.

Insect shadow becomes sword... The world in Luo Chuan's eyes becomes the world of sword.

There are four areas of momentum: breath, meaning, image and potential. In this way, it is the sword image!

Moonlight sword, star China Sword... Numerous swords are shot from all directions and from all corners of the world. Each sword contains an artistic conception that fits itself to the extreme, which turns into an image and covers the world!

Under Li Xuangan's imperial sword, the Dragon King is an enemy all over the world.

"It's interesting." Jiulong Jun dragged his sword with one hand and put his other hand behind his waist, looking at it with great interest.

Click!

The sword gathered by the local customs in the hands of Jiulong king turned into powder. Seeing that he didn't avoid it, he laughed at Li Xuan's sense of the sword all over the world.

Although he has no sword in his hand, it can give people a feeling, but it seems that he has another heavenly sword that can cut through all things in the world.

Where the hell is this sword?

Luo Chuan's pupil contracted and suddenly realized it!

Jiulong Jun's sword was only hidden in his heart. The twelve style magic sword is the last one. It has been separated from the mood and momentum of the move. It belongs to the sword of mental skill completely!

Looking at Jiulong Jun's sword, his mind flashed through the unknown mind method. Luo Chuan's eyelids sank and his heart was calm. Gradually, the surrounding world calmed down and fell into a mysterious and mysterious state of enlightenment.