When the immortal light of Xi Lian appeared, the monks practicing here, except those who had entered the dream Sendai, were shocked by the mysterious rhyme in the little fairy world.
"Non language is going to become an immortal?"
"Although we can''t waste the opportunity to practice here, we have to see such wonders."
"It has been a long time since the recovery of vitality and the restoration of Taoism. Finally, one of our earth''s monastic circles is going to visit the realm of immortals and embark on the road of longevity."
"Shengge beef beer! Hahaha! Xiaoliuzi, hey, I''m not blowing with you. When I first saw Shengge, I saw the posture of an immortal! Sure enough, my eyes were open! Hahaha!"
Therefore, the Taoist priests gathered near the immortal hall and saw the Xi lotus rising slowly in the light column in the hall
The people were disappointed, but they also carefully understood the changes that Xi Lian showed when she ascended the immortal, which was a rare opportunity for the monks crossing the fairyland.
Slowly, each Taoist priest meditated outside the immortal hall and fell into enlightenment.
Until a month later, Wang Sheng''s immortal light rose into the sky and appeared hundreds of meters behind the immortal hall. All the friars were startled.
Previously, the track rhyme released by the process of Xi Lian''s emergence into a flying fairy was full of tranquility and harmony, like a clear mountain spring flowing in the little fairy world.
Wang Sheng suddenly began to ascend the immortal. His four sword meanings seemed out of control. The four sword meanings had a strong sense of oppression on the monks who were not immortal.
In particular, the idea of the star sword, the "imperial power" that governs the endless stars, makes all Taoist priests want to worship and salute in front of Wang Sheng.
At this time, Wang Sheng''s consciousness is trapped in a colorful place. A fairy sword is suspended everywhere. Some are as big as mountains and some are as small as mosquitoes. Looking at it, there are endless. Countless fairy swords are here and now.
These fairy swords seemed to have life, and the sound of the sword was pouring out something to Wang Sheng. The sword light like waves was rippling slightly.
It''s like the world of swords, and it''s like their own Kendo has triggered the resonance of all Kendo in the universe.
Wang Sheng knows that such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which will only appear when he ascends to the immortal. At present, he wholeheartedly feels and understands it. His consciousness roams here and looks for his own sword.
I don''t know how long I''ve been looking for it. It seems to be decades in Wang Sheng''s feeling. In fact, it''s only more than ten days outside. Wang Sheng suddenly woke up.
He can enter this strange fantasy. Has he become the sword he is looking for?
So he stood quietly and felt his body solidifying gradually, with a backbone and a sharp edge.
When you look at yourself again, it has become a "sword".
At the same time, near the immortal hall where Wang Sheng was located, Taoist priests attracted by the immortal light, including the elder martial sister mu wanxuan in the immortal hall, suddenly reflected a quietly suspended sword in the heart of the Taoist priest.
This sword has water and fire Tai Chi rotating slowly on the handle. The body of the sword is as smooth as a mirror. There are countless stars on it. Under the tip of the sword is a faint gray cloud.
It contains the power of the two instruments of heaven and earth, the power of the emperor to contain the endless starry sky, and the power of natural disaster that makes friars naturally feel some terror
These three rhymes are perfectly blended by the pure Yang rhyme emitted from the sword body, and interweaved into a strange rhyme.
This is Wang Sheng''s Kendo projection and a perfect portrayal of Wang Sheng''s Kendo realm at this time.
The sword body suddenly gave out a sword sound, and Wang Sheng''s consciousness was "pushed" back to the Tao body. However, the bottom of his heart suddenly realized that the Tao body also began to rise slowly in the light column.
The "dreamland" where consciousness wandered just now should be the avenue of sword.
Every sword that appeared there was a monk who had become an immortal. He branded his way in the avenue and gave the avenue a trace of his own mark.
After completing this process, it is regarded as entering the flying fairyland and qualified to become an immortal.
Unfortunately, I didn''t know there would be this "link" before. I didn''t take this opportunity to understand the road of sword.
However, Wang Sheng was not immersed in remorse. At this time, his consciousness began to observe the changes of his body.
Vaguely, Wang Sheng realized that a mysterious force came from the void and poured into every cell of his Tao body, yuan God and body.
This force is familiar, as if he had felt it in the avenue of sword.
"Is it the brand you left behind that is drawing on the power of the road?"
Wang Sheng felt this kind of thought in his heart. Then he quietly felt that he wanted to "absorb" this power artificially, but he couldn''t start at all.
With the continuous enhancement of this force, Wang Sheng''s body became more and more light. It felt as if he could get rid of the lunar gravity in the little fairy world and fly by himself without doing anything.
He is indeed flying, rising slowly in the column of light.
Soon, Wang Sheng noticed that his Taoist body seemed to be broken down. The yuan God was wrapped in the warm light, like drilling into the warm duvet in the cold winter, and then magnified this comfort by 11000 times.
Floating without a trace, curling without a reason.
Wang Sheng can''t see his own situation at this time, but those Taoist masters can probably see it.
Not only see his, but also Xi Lian''s—— When Wang Sheng began to rise from the column of light, Xi Lian began the same process.
Almost at the same time, light spots like swan feathers appeared around the body of the fox fairy, and their bodies seemed to become transparent and gradually solidified.
This process lasted for three days.
At the end of this process, they rose to the top of their respective light columns almost at the same time.
Wang Sheng has recovered into a Taoist robe, while Xi Lian is wearing a white Luo skirt, just like an empty valley and orchid, which is so beautiful that people can''t turn their eyes.
The breath emitted by Wang Sheng is the peace and continuity pursued by Taoist monks, with a pure power of pure Yang.
The breath of Xi Lian is quiet, peaceful, fresh and dust-free. Because she has double cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism and comes from a demon family, her breath is obviously weaker than that of Wang Sheng.
I don''t know where a thunder came from. Wang Sheng and Xi Lian opened their eyes at the same time. They just stood face to face, hundreds of meters apart.
At this moment, a huge sword appeared behind Wang Sheng. The pure light twinkled in his eyes. The sharp sword almost cut through the "sky" of the little fairy world.
Xi Lian was unlucky. A white fox lying on the lotus platform appeared behind her. As soon as the white fox was about to roar at Wang Sheng, it was covered by the sword.
The white fox shrunk his neck and lay on the lotus platform, afraid to move.
Fortunately, Wang Sheng woke up in time and smiled apologetically at Xi Lian in the distance. The virtual shadow behind them drifted away with the wind.
Xi Lian was stunned at first, then a joy, but then... The whole person was a little crazy, his forehead was full of black lines, and catkin began to grasp his soft silver hair
Yes, very manic.
Seeing this, the elder martial sister at the top of the immortal hall flew up and asked, "what''s the matter?"
"Including the more than 1000 years sealed, labor and capital...... bah! Elder sister, my practice years can be rounded to two thousand years before I became an immortal! How many years have your family been practicing? Has he broken a hundred?"
The elder martial sister couldn''t help laughing. She took Xi Lian and shook her arm.
Xi Lian is just a few sentences of Tucao, Wang Sheng can fly fairy make complaints about her.
Xilian was pulled by mu wanxuan and was about to fly to Wang Sheng, but Wang Sheng suddenly made a gesture to show them not to come over.
Then, Wang Sheng, who had been suspended there, quietly experienced something.
Shi Qianzhang, Gao Shixing, Liu Yunzhi, and Fei niaozi, who had been waiting at the top of the hall, knew or knew Wang Sheng very well. They were also flying towards Wang Sheng. It seemed that they were going to grab the "first wave of congratulations", but they were also blocked by Wang Sheng''s gesture.
It''s not over yet?
Isn''t it over?
At this time, Wang Sheng exudes a strong smell of immortals. The prestige of immortals is also very real. What else can we break through?
Just thinking, Wang Sheng took a step forward. A burst of colorful glow suddenly appeared on his head, and a cloud appeared on his head.
The clouds are very strange, like smoke but not smoke. If the clouds are not clouds, they are gloomy one after another
At this time, he heard a sword cry, and a touch of sword light flew from a distance and suspended in front of Wang Sheng. Yao Yun also turned into a three inch tall fairy, stood on the hilt of the sword and looked at the scene in amazement.
"Qingyun?"
Wang Sheng blinked, "is there anything wrong?"
Yao Yun shook his head slightly, then fell into thinking. Then he showed a kind of "I see." the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and sighed faintly.
Wang Sheng said with a bitter smile, "what is this Qingyun?"
"You can understand..." Yao Yun was about to speak. He saw that Qingyun was constantly changing. First, a crane flew out of it. On the crane stood the virtual shadow of an immortal. The most prominent were three old people with strange faces.
Wang Sheng recognized it at a glance. After all, he was a professional monk. The three old immortals of "Fu Lu Shou" respected by Taoism could not help but know each other.
Under the leadership of the three immortals of Fu Lushou, these immortals began to rotate around Wang Sheng and kept bowing their hands to Wang Sheng, as if they were saying something.
But these are illusory shadows.
Then, under Qingyun, a flying fairy appeared. A fairy played fairy music in a very cheerful tone.
Soon, Wang Sheng was surrounded by petals scattered by fairies.
This is not the end. It seems that there are all kinds of elixirs and miraculous drugs circling in Qingyun. Wang Sheng''s soul is blessed. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the Wuling sword. Before Yao Yun could say anything, he directly threw the Wuling sword into Qingyun.
For a moment, Yao Yun''s figure seemed to be forcibly dragged away by Wuling sword; These Qingyun seem to have separated nearly one third and gathered towards Wuling sword.
Wang Sheng just remembered that he had seen a word or phrase in the classics left by his grandfather.
In ancient times, when a great friar broke through the great Luo Jinxian, if he was recognized by the avenue, there would be Qingyun; A great Luo Jinxian will take the opportunity to refine his magic weapon with Qingyun.
Wang Sheng doesn''t know how to refine utensils. At this stage, he doesn''t have a way to control Qingyun. He knows that this is a good thing and can refine utensils. Just throw the Wuling sword over and try.
It seems to be inspired by Qingyun. The fairy halls, fairy pools and even rockeries in the little fairy world all burst out with virtual shadows, bowing their hands to Wang Sheng.
If Wang Sheng thinks about it, he bows back around.
There are so many strange things happened when he ascended to the immortal. All these require him to think slowly and ask Yao Yun for advice.
Just thinking, Wang Sheng suddenly remembered that he had a second fairy sword... When he returned to the Moon Palace nine years ago, it took a few months to think of Feixia sword and take it back.
Quickly lead out Feixia sword and throw it into Qingyun. Almost one twentieth of Qingyun is attracted by Feixia sword.
Wang Sheng thought for a moment. He also flew towards Qingyun and found that Qingyun would rise with his rise, so he had to give up.
What the hell is this?
A few hundred meters away, Xi Lian, who witnessed all this, walked back and forth for hundreds of steps. Then she was surrounded by immortal light, turned into a four or five-year-old, jumped into the arms of elder martial sister and cried.
The elder martial sister patted xiaoxilian''s head with pity and looked at the younger martial brother frowning and thinking under Qingyun. Her eyes were as gentle as water and with a little helplessness.
The feeling of being hit, she knows.