The white-haired god's handsome face was filled with solemnity, and he continued:
"The third realm, the first level, is the initial state of transformation, which is divided into Zuowang Channeling and Creation Lingkong. Creation Lingkong is divided into ten paths, and the second path is stronger than the first."
"The third realm, the second level, is a state of advanced transformation, divided into Guiming Yansheng and Mahayana Dao Zang. Most of the sect elders who have cultivated to this realm are elders of the sect."
"The fourth realm, the peak of the realm of transformation, is divided into the mysterious and enlightened realm and the magical power of the great avenue."
"The fifth realm, the leader of the extreme realm, has only one move and everything will be destroyed."
"That's basically it."
Xie Lingyan was stunned for a moment, she thought, is it the leader of the extreme realm?
It seems she can do it too.
For a moment, she saw herself standing proudly between heaven and earth, reaching the pinnacle, unrivaled.
Thinking of the distant future, she shook her head and turned to look at the big man over there.
The man is getting ready to go.
Xie Lingyan did not dare to neglect, and suddenly raised her sword and swept over.
The sword collided with the slashing sword, and she was forced to push it back. She quickly thrust the sword upside down on the ground with her backhand, and she relied on the sword to stabilize her body.
The aura that just burst out is dissipating, just like a long-distance runner who gradually loses his strength after eight hundred meters, one thousand meters, and then two thousand meters.
Is this the charm?
"White hair, what do these people do?"
"Similar to mountain bandits, they burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of evil."
"That means they won't let me and my brother, grandma, go even if I can't fight and show weakness?"
"Yes, either you die or they die."
"Then help me. You've taken me through time, so helping me is a piece of cake, right?"
She wanted to rely on him again.
With a person like him behind her, she was fearless and believed that she would not die, but the people she wanted to protect might not be safe.
Then, you still have to rely on yourself.
She bit her lip and continued to maintain her best fighting capacity.
It’s really hard to think about it. Who else in time has been as miserable as her?
Within a day, I was pressured by people whose cultivation levels were several steps higher one after another:
First there was the resentful old woman Liu;
Then there’s the scumbag young master Lei Chengyang;
Then there's the damn bandit in front of him.
The white-haired god said, "You have a sword that does not rely on aura. It is not divided by realm. You can defeat the enemy in front of you by relying on it."
"What?" Xie Lingyan asked the tepid man to speak quickly. She was really anxious to death.
The white-haired god sighed inexplicably, "You actually asked me to explain the swordsmanship you created yourself?"
"ah?"
Founded by her?
She has no memory at all. The original owner seems to have lost her memory and has no memory to provide to the time traveler.
The white-haired fairy was silent. He didn't want to talk to her anymore, and he suspected that he had recognized the wrong person.
Xie Lingyan saw the ferocious man coming at him again with his sword. She thought about the swordsmanship she had created while resisting the attack of the terrifying enemy.
The white-haired god seemed to be remembering his old friend, and suddenly said:
Wherever I look, the rain has stopped and the clouds have cleared. I quietly watch the autumn light with my eyes.
The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate.
The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the apple blossoms are getting old, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow.
Feelings are hurt.
Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
"Misty Rain Sword?"
Xie Lingyan's mind turned over countless past events. The past was like a surging wave, rolling in and crashing down. She saw a vague silhouette of a neutral person dancing with a sword.
There is no sky, no earth, no self, and a carefree mind.
And write according to the wind.
It rains all over the sky and the earth.
I come.
Give the world a ray of light.
Thanks Huanian.
Carry a sword.
It's misty rain!
She calmly waved her sword and walked away.
The big man holding the knife in the distance paused.
after awhile.
He collapsed.
died.
Xie Lingyan stood there and looked at the person who was still alive. The person was trembling and wanted to run away.