Ink Mountain Message Peak, in front of the Daoist platform, Zhi Ming walked towards him. Behind him, the expressions of the strong men of the great religion who had awakened one after another did not look too abnormal.
This is already the forty-seventh one. Except for the young man in gold, everyone else has failed to last more than five moves.
The time limit is approaching and it is difficult for the results to change.
"Please"
Seeing the young man walking in front of him, Qi Huan stretched out his hand and said politely.
"Please"
Ning Chen responded, waving his right hand, the green light moved, Taishi appeared, and fell slowly.
Daoist Sect The magic weapon appeared, Sword Intent rumbled, and the moment he held the sword, the expressions of the strong men in Zhangjiao changed.
A completely different aura emanated from Ning Chen's body. After one step, the person in front of him disappeared.
With a clanging sound, the palm of the sword shook, and Sword Qi scattered in all directions, shaking violently.
Everyone was shocked by the power of the sword, but they saw the sword's power suddenly turn, and the extremely fast flow of light was difficult to distinguish.
Qi Huan looked down, concentrated on dealing with it, relying on his cultivation advantage to overcome the extreme speed.
The extremely fast attacks and defenses in a blink of an eye were so fast that the eyes were overwhelmed. Before he could recover, the seven moves had passed.
Unwilling to end here, Qi Huan shouted in a deep voice. The true energy around his body mobilized the power of heaven and earth, and a steady stream of air flow gathered to forcefully block the approaching sword edge.
The sword edge was restrained for a moment, and a shocking palm shot out, with a devastating power that left no trace of mercy.
Shocked at this moment, Zhiming let go of the sword in his hand, and his figure flew out, avoiding the palm force, and then flew back again. The sword fell for a moment, and he held the sword again. Qi Huan The moment he regained his breath, he broke through the barrier of true energy.
The exquisite control on the sword made the eyes of the strong men from behind flash with brilliance. <>
It turns out that the sword can still be so powerful.
The sword reached in front of him, Qi Huan had regained enough energy, and his true energy blocked the sword's edge again, and the ninth move appeared in a mighty way.
The palm energy condensed the power of the wind and clouds in all directions, and spread hundreds of feet. There was no way to avoid it, and he swept out again.
However, Zhi Ming's expression did not change, his steps turned, the water light disappeared, and he used the method of merging his shadow and body at an extremely fast speed to hit the target with wind and avoid the sharp edge of his palm.
Qi Huan saw this, his eyes narrowed, and after the ninth move, the tenth move appeared.
There is no reservation, a shocking palm, a strange phenomenon appears in the void, a green lotus appears between the sky and the earth, the whole body is hundreds of feet, the sky and the earth collapse instantly, the formation patterns are bright and extinguished, the power of stepping on the immortal is unquestionable.
"One Sword, Formless"
Knowing his destiny and calming his mind, he concentrated his sword again and again, concentrating on one point and cutting a way out in the turbulent waves.
One, and then another sword followed, the Sky-Breaking Sword, cutting through the same trajectory, separating the shocking palms.
In the afterglow, there was blood, and Ning Chen slid out a few feet away, steadying his body.
"Concession"
After ten moves, Ning Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, put away the sword and said calmly.
Qi Huan nodded, his cold expression softened a lot, he bowed politely and turned around to retreat.
The shocking battle, the ultimate in martial arts and the pinnacle of swordsmanship, was so wonderful that it made the strong men of the great religions unable to recover for a long time and find it difficult to calm down.
"Your name," Ink Lord said on the platform.
"Ning Chen"
"From today on, you are my ninth direct disciple," Ink Lord said calmly. <>
Ning Chen bowed and said nothing.
Under the Daoist platform, the young man in gold clothes clenched his fists loudly, and the anger in his eyes flashed and was well concealed.
Ink Lord The selection of the ninth disciple was confirmed, and everyone congratulated him one after another. After being polite, they left one after another.
Ink Lord glanced at his ninth disciple, his expression didn't change much, nodded, and disappeared in the glow.
"Junior Brother Ninth, come with me," Qi Huan stepped forward with a gentle look on his face and said.
"Yes"
Ning Chen nodded, waved to Xin Tou, who was not far away, and followed him.
"Who is this child?" Qi Huan asked in surprise.
"After the benefactor" Ning Chen responded.
Qi Huan nodded slightly, did not ask any more questions, and continued to lead the way.
Ink Mountain, a place like a fairyland on earth, is not surrounded by unreachable mountains. Instead, it is more like a traversed mountain range with many sub-peaks surrounding it.
Around Message Peak, there are people living in the eight peaks. Ning Chen was brought to Ninth Peak and arranged for accommodation.
On Ninth Peak, there is a dense bamboo forest. In front of the bamboo forest is a house made of green bamboo. It is very spacious. Compared with the mansions of powerful people in the world, it does not give in to more.
"Junior Brother Ninth, Master may summon you in the next two days to teach you the cultivation method. Before that, take a good rest," Qi Huan said softly.
"Thank you" Ning Chen nodded.
After arranging the former, Qi Huan did not stay any longer and returned to his own Fifth Peak first. <>
Yin'er sat on a small stool, kicking back and forth, and said softly, "Ning Chen, Ink Lord really know how to bring the dead back to life?"
"At least, he is the most likely person," Ning Chen said calmly.
"Oh" Yin'er said softly.
After simply tidying up the room, Ning Chen walked out of the bamboo house and looked at the bamboo forest in front of the house. After thinking for a while, he waved his hand and a green bamboo tree flew over.
After looking up and down, Ning Chen turned over the green bamboo, pointed at the Ningjian, cut it from the middle, and immediately cut off the branches and leaves on it.
When Yin'er saw this, he ran forward out of curiosity and stood aside to watch.
"What are you doing?" Yin'er asked in confusion.
"Make you a sword," Ning Chen replied.
"Bamboo," Yin'er said in surprise.
"Your cultivation level is still shallow. The sword made of divine materials is too heavy and not suitable for you." Ning Chen replied while cutting the bamboo.
"Oh" Yin'er responded softly, standing aside and watching quietly, wondering what his first sword would look like.
Not long after, in Ning Chen's hands, the green bamboo had been cut into the shape of a sword, and it didn't look strange.
"It doesn't look good." Yin'er pouted and said dissatisfied.
"Wait"
Ning Chen replied softly, and the sword finger scratched his left palm, and blood immediately flowed down, dyeing the entire green bamboo sword edge red.
Xin Tou was startled, and just as he was about to speak, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
But on the green bamboo sword, red flames rose, the blood slowly merged with the bamboo sword, and the entire sword edge gradually changed from green to red.
After a few breaths, the flames dissipated, and Vermilion Sword appeared. The exquisite sword shape did not lose its sharpness.
Ning Chen's hand flashed with brilliance and the wound healed. He immediately handed Vermilion Sword to the girl and said calmly, "Do you like it?"
Yin'er took Vermilion Sword, his eyes were bright and his little face smiled like a flower, he nodded and said, "I like it."
"No matter what situation you encounter, this sword cannot leave your side, understand?" Ning Chen warned.
"Okay" Yin'er responded obediently.
"I've told you how to practice swordsmanship. You have to work hard and persevere. You can't be lazy. There are no shortcuts in everything in this world. The same goes for swordsmanship. Haste makes waste. Don't think about speculation, otherwise, you will end up wrong." Ning Chen taught seriously.
"Yeah" Yin'er nodded in response.
"Okay, it's getting late. Let's rest first. We'll start practicing swordplay tomorrow morning," Ning Chen said.
"Okay"
Yin'er responded again, turned around and went back to the house to freshen up and rest.
Ning Chen stood outside the bamboo house, looking at the other eight peaks in the distance and Message Peak in the middle, a flash of thought flashed through his deep eyes.
Ink Lord's sermon really made him understand many things that he didn't know before, especially the explanation of the three realms of virtuality, reality and truth in the Immortal Ascension Realm, which gave him a lot of inspiration.
Among the powerful people in this realm he had encountered before, Mu Changge and Nu Chang were undoubtedly in the virtual realm. Chao Tianxi was too badly injured because he knocked away Underworld King Barrier, and was never in its prime, making it difficult to judge its cultivation level.
As for Xuanluo, judging from the situation of the first battle that day, at least it has the strength of the early stage of the real world, and it will definitely be stronger before it is banned.
With his current strength, after unlocking the seal, he should be able to fight on an equal footing with a strong person like Qi Huan in the early stage of the virtual realm. If he goes up against the mid-stage virtual realm, he may have to pay a high price.
However, once Yellow Springs Divine Restriction is unlocked, it will be difficult for the Demonic Qi on him to hide from the Ink Lord. Therefore, this choice must not be made unless it is absolutely necessary.
The moon sets and the sun rises, a night passes, and in the early morning, Yin'er gets up and practices the sword, every move is the simplest foundation.
Ning Chen stood aside and watched, and when it just deviated, he gave a warning.
"Junior Brother Ninth, Master summons you to come Message Peak"
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from Ninth Peak and reached Ning Chen's ears.
Ning Chen heard this, his eyes flashed with a strange color, he looked at Xin Tou who was practicing his sword, and said, "Yin'er, I'll go Message Peak and I'll be back soon. You can continue practicing here."
Yin'er looked back, wiped the sweat from his face, and said softly, "Okay"
After giving the instructions, Ning Chen didn't waste any more time. He moved his feet and turned into a stream of light and flew towards Message Peak.
On the Moxing Terrace, Ink Lord in white robes sat cross-legged. Below, five young men and women stood quietly. Qi Huan stood second on the right. After seeing Ning Chen coming, he nodded slightly.
"Meet Master" Ning Chen saluted respectfully.
"Lao Jiu, what did you do when you entered my sect?" Ink Lord asked on the platform.
"Longevity" Ning Chen lowered his head and said.
Ink Lord nodded and said, "I have seven methods and two sutras. Seven of them have been learned by your seven senior brothers and sisters. Great Yin Scripture, and your eighth senior sister have also accomplished it. Only the last one, Great Yang Scripture, has not been practiced by anyone. Are you willing?"
"Thank you, Master, for the gift of the law," Ning Chen responded.
Only then did a happy smile appear on Ink Lord's face. With a wave of his hand, colorful rays of light fell down, and an extremely complex secret cultivation method was absorbed into Ning Chen's spiritual consciousness.
After a while, Ink Lord stopped his hand and said, "Practice hard. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask your five senior brothers and sisters."
"Yes" Ning Chen said softly.
"Go down," Ink Lord waved his hand and said.
"Yes"
Ning Chen saluted again, then stood up and left.
"You guys should go back too," Ink Lord said calmly.
"Disciple resigns"
The five men and women bowed respectfully and left together.
After the six people left, on the platform, Ink Lord's vicissitudes of eyes closed again, covering up all thoughts.
After staying away from Message Peak, Qi Huan looked at the woman in silver beside him and reminded him, "Eighth Junior Sister, you have been practicing too fast recently."
The woman in silver stopped and said softly, "Thank you, Fifth Senior Brother, for reminding me. I will pay attention."
"Your strength attribute is exactly the opposite of that of Junior Brother Ninth, so you might want to ask him for help," Qi Huan suggested.
The woman in silver was silent. After a long time, she sighed softly, "He is too weak now and cannot resist the power of Taiyin in my body."
Qi Huan had a look of emotion on his face and said, "I can't believe that you were the last to get started and your cultivation speed is the fastest."
"Maybe, this is life."
The woman in silver responded and immediately stepped forward.