The palace is resplendent with gold and jade, and candlelight is bright.
Zhang Ruochen naturally noticed Zhang Hongchen's expression, as if he had been greatly wronged, so he said with a smile: "Hongchen, you said you want them all. This is a very high pursuit of swordsmanship, which is very good. My father decided to give the Soul Sword
The cultivation method is passed on to you, fellow cultivator Seven Swords. What do you think?"
“Thank you, father!”
There was no joy on Zhang Hongchen’s face.
What Seven Swords Fellows actually have is nothing, how can it be compared with the Sword Ancestor Soul Sword?
Legends say that my father severely wounded the Great God Taixu with the help of the Ancestral Soul Sword.
Such a treasure, even a single handle, is something even the great gods covet.
If there were only two soul swords and they were divided between Chi Kunlun and Chi Kongle, she would also admit it! However, there were five soul swords, and none of them belonged to her.
How can you not hate in your heart? How can you not complain?
Chi Yao, Chi Kunlun, Chi Kongle, and Zhang Yuyan retreated one after another.
Zhang Ruochen looked at Ling Feiyu, stepped down from the throne, smiled slightly and said: "Feiyu, do you think I favor one over the other?"
Ling Feiyu, dressed in red, as proud as a red plum in the snow, said: "Hongchen has been loved by thousands of people since she was a child, and rarely leaves the Kunlun world. She doesn't know the dangers in the universe, and has developed an arrogant and arrogant character. Give her too much
, is definitely not a good thing. I have no objection to you doing this!"
Zhang Hongchen, who was standing aside, was very unconvinced. He almost opened his mouth to argue, but was blocked by Ling Feiyu's eyes.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "Although Hongchen is a bit arrogant, he is kind-hearted and is by no means arrogant. If I don't teach her the Sword Ancestor Soul Sword, I really feel that her swordsmanship is extraordinary and she should cultivate her own Sword Soul Sword."
"Hongchen, wait for me at Jiange tomorrow morning. Get out of here!"
After Zhang Hongchen left, Ling Feiyu finally showed an unhappy expression and said: "There are many things I can't say in front of her. But today you did this, and I feel resentment in my heart. Why? Hongchen, could it be that
Isn’t she your daughter?”
“Don’t be angry, I have a treasure to pass on to her. Why don’t you leave tonight? We haven’t had a good talk for a long time!”
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were full of tenderness, and he stretched out his hand to hug Ling Feiyu into his arms.
The next day, Zhang Ruochen stepped down from the wide and soft golden couch, took off the robe hanging on the screen, put it on his body, and looked back at Ling Feiyu who was lying on the snow-white fox fur blanket. Her delicate body was as smooth and soft as porcelain.
She was awake, looking at the top of the palace with her phoenix eyes.
She really couldn't believe what the man said. It was just a heart-to-heart talk. It was good now. The whole night had made it difficult for her to get up.
The leader of the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult is a dignified leader who is respected and worshiped by all the demons in the world. However, he is just a weak lamb in front of a powerful god-level man.
“Have a good rest! Next, I will stay in Ziwei Palace for a while. I will personally teach Hongchen’s swordsmanship.”
Zhang Ruochen walked out and stood on the high white jade steps, facing the first ray of sunshine in the eastern sky.
In the morning sun, the glazed tiles in the imperial city reflect golden light.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air and listening to the chirping of birds, Zhang Ruochen felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility.
Being framed by Xue Changjin as a Liangji made him the enemy of the whole world, but it also allowed him to escape and hide completely in the dark, far away from the center of the whirlpool of the battle between heaven and hell.
In this way, I have more time to spend with my family.
Liangyi Sect, Sixiang Sect, Bagua Sect, Taiji Taoism, including the Seven Religions and Eighteen Ancient Tribes, and other sects have all established Taoist temples in the First Central Imperial City.
Sword Pavilion, as the world's number one holy land of swordsmanship, naturally moved into the city and is located on the north side of the imperial city.
The Jiange Tower is huge, majestic and as tall as a cloud. After being transformed into a divine weapon, it looks like a living creature, capable of absorbing the divine energy of heaven and earth and emitting gleaming brilliance.
Although Zhang Hongchen left angrily last night, he still came to Jian Pavilion early today to wait.
She had long heard that when the emperor got angry, he would even kill his own sons. Her father was a powerful god in heaven and hell. He was a ferocious being who killed countless gods. He was much more powerful than those emperors!
Who knows if he will kill his own daughter if he is angered?
The sword cultivators who cleaned the courtyard under the Jian Pavilion all knew this living ancestor of the Kunlun Realm. After doing a simple cleaning three to five times, they immediately retreated to avoid him.
“Meet my father!”
Seeing Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Hongchen immediately bowed and saluted.
Today, Zhang Hongchen is wearing a white tight-fitting military uniform with a ponytail and holding a holy sword. He looks quite heroic.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Are you still angry?"
"My daughter doesn't dare. She just wants to follow her father wholeheartedly in practicing swordsmanship and achieve the title of Sword God." Zhang Hongchen said.
Zhang Ruochen smiled: "Did you go back last night to consult with the counselors of the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult?"
Zhang Hongchen didn’t dare to hide it and said, “I just had a few casual chats with grandpa.”
Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "Not only are you extremely talented in swordsmanship, but you are also a master of the way of truth. Have you ever thought about combining the strengths of the two ways to practice the swordsmanship of truth?"
When talking about cultivation, Zhang Hongchen immediately became interested and said: "My daughter has tried to create the truth sword technique, but after all, she has not reached the divine realm, and the sword techniques she created are only superficial and mediocre in power."
“What if I give you enough truth and mysteries?” Zhang Ruochen said.
Zhang Hongchen’s eyes lit up.
Zhang Ruochen pushed out with a palm, sending her flying backwards.
In the courtyard of Lord Jian, the stars are shining brightly and the energy is surging.
After a moment, Zhang Hongchen fell lightly to the ground, his pupils were filled with the glow of truth, and he could directly see the rules of truth between heaven and earth. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he immediately saluted Zhang Ruochen and said: "Thank you father, it was Hongchen who made the mistake.
you."
She knew that she was now the messenger of truth and had control over more than one percent of the truth in the world.
“Let’s go!”
Zhang Ruochen walked into the gate of Jiange first. On the seventh floor, he saw Granny Haitang, who had entered the divine realm.
"Mother-in-law, Ruochen is here to return the "Wordless Sword Manual"."
Zhang Ruochen took out the sword manual and presented it with both hands.
Grandma Haitang loves Zhang Ruochen very much. Even though this child is already a first-class existence among the great gods, she still regards her as an elder and respects her very much.
“How far has Ruochen’s swordsmanship reached?” Granny Haitang asked.
Zhang Ruochen said: "I have cultivated Sword Seventeen to great perfection."
Grandma Haitang's eyes showed surprise, but she knew that Zhang Ruochen's talent was rare in ancient times and modern times. Therefore, she quickly regained her composure, pondered for a moment, and said, "Some changes have taken place in Jiange after it was transformed into a divine weapon."
Zhang Ruochen saw Granny Haitang's very cautious look, and was immediately curious and asked: "What has changed?"
"Before, even if I was a weapon spirit, I could only reach the ninth floor of the Sword Pavilion. At that time, I could see the door on the tenth floor, but I couldn't enter it. Even some of the world-famous figures in Kunlun Realm a hundred thousand years ago could not enter it.
Being blocked out.”
Granny Haitang continued: "But now, this door has turned from virtual to real. As long as the swordsmanship is high enough, you can enter it."
“What’s on the tenth floor?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
“A ruin, like a doomsday land!”
Chi Yao came to the seventh floor of the sword pavilion, walked over, and said: "The way to enter the tenth floor is sword ten. The way to enter the eleventh floor is sword eleven. I was blocked on the fifteenth floor of the tower.
Outside the door, there is no way to know what is going on in the four-story tower behind."
Zhang Ruochen, Chi Yao, and Granny Haitang climbed up to the ninth floor of the tower and came to the door of the tenth floor.
Zhang Ruochen didn't rush in. He stretched out his fingers and touched the door. Suddenly, a network of lines appeared, emitting a dazzling light.
Looking carefully, Zhang Ruochen was shocked to find that every network pattern was actually a river formed by billions of swords. Each sword was a rule of swordsmanship.
Even the regular divine patterns cultivated by the heavens are not so scary.
Is this the legendary ancestral divine mark?
“Crash!”
One sword is swung out, and ten swords are displayed.
The Ten of Swords is like some kind of secret key, which just matches the pattern on the door, and the stone door opens immediately.
Entering the door, you will see an incomparably vast area. The territory extends far beyond the ninth level and can extend to a hundred thousand miles away.
However, there is only yellow mud and bluestone on the ground, and the air is filled with dust.
Without any anger!
“Times have changed!” Zhang Ruochen said.
Chi Yao said: "In the lower nine floors, the proportion of time flow rate will increase with each upper floor. One day in the outside world is two days on the first floor, three days on the second floor, and so on. On the ninth floor it is
Ten days.”
"But when you reach the upper ninth floor, the flow of time will become slower. One day in the outside world is twenty days on the tenth floor, and thirty days on the eleventh floor... It can be estimated that on the eighteenth floor at the top
layer, the time ratio will reach an astonishing one to ninety."
Zhang Ruochen sighed: "Jiange is not only a holy land of swordsmanship, but also a space-time artifact. I can't imagine how prosperous and glorious the eighteenth level of space and heaven and earth in Jiange were before the destruction of the Nine Heavens."
Grandma Haitang said: "Now the Jiange is absorbing the divine energy of heaven and earth every day. In the future, the desolate world space on the ninth floor may not turn into a vibrant spiritual realm of cultivation."
The higher you go up, the larger the space in the sword pavilion becomes.
Grandma Haitang and Chi Yao stopped on the fourteenth floor, and the stone door on the fifteenth floor blocked them.
You cannot enter it unless you cultivate to the level of Sword Fifteen.
Zhang Ruochen walked all the way up and reached the seventeenth floor.
The length of the spatial territory here is more than 100 million miles, which is not inferior to that of some large worlds.
Arriving at the stone door leading to the eighteenth floor of the tower, Zhang Ruochen was surprised to find that the stone door was covered with jade-like vines.
On the vines, there are jade-white fruits.
The fruit is about the size of a thumb and exudes a pleasant fragrance.
Zhang Ruochen observed carefully and found that vines were growing from inside the stone door, and ripples arose in his heart. Could it be that the world in the eighteenth floor of the tower was not destroyed?
What kind of world would it be there?
He has not yet mastered the Eighteen Swordsmanship, but he still wants to try it.
The rules of the sword were in his hand, condensed into a three-foot divine sword, and the light and shadow of the sword seventeen were derived, and he stabbed it with one sword.
This sword was aimed at the gap in the stone door that was squeezed open by vines.
I didn’t have high hopes, but something strange happened.
Zhang Ruochen's sword soul was pulled by a powerful force toward the inside of the gap in the stone door through the regular divine sword and penetrated.
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