Li Yingqiong looked at the long sword in her hand. It had an ancient shape and a strong light. When it danced slightly, it glowed with purple light, and she couldn't help but express joy.
Chichengzi and others looked at it differently. This purple fairy sword was exactly the Purple Ying Sword, which was rumored to be forged by the Taibai Yuanjing from the West. It was invulnerable to all evil and, together with Qing Suo, was the most precious treasure of Emei Zhenshan.
Not saying anything when you appear here, you actually recognize Li Yingqiong, a little girl who has not yet entered the immortal sect, as your master?
Chichengzi's heart sank, and a sharp look appeared in his eyes.
If he still doesn't realize at this point that he has been tricked, he would be too stupid.
The Emei sect obviously wanted to take Li Yingqiong, whose talent was almost unprecedented, but allowed him to take him away, and then set up a plot in Mangcang Mountain. He occasionally obtained a fairy sword, tempered his character, and achieved some good fortune. It was a good plan.
But then, where does that leave him?
Various sects and sects, even among the authentic Taoist sects, often compete for talented and beautiful people to become their disciples. Not only does it depend on which side has the most profound secrets and far-reaching plans, but also due to chance encounters and occasional acquisitions.
At this moment, even though he knew that the relationship between Li Yingqiong and the Emei Sect had been severed, Chichengzi, who was full of anger, still refused to give up and stepped forward: "Follow me back to Kunlun Mountain!"
Li Yingqiong subconsciously took a step back, her face turned slightly red and she said, "Taoist Priest, I...I don't..."
She didn't want to go to Kunlun to study with Chichengzi. It wasn't that she didn't like Kunlun, but she felt that although the sword immortal's method was cool and unrestrained, the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons were more to her liking.
But if you don’t travel with a sword this way, you won’t be able to reach Mangcang Mountain, and you won’t be able to obtain the Immortal Sword. To say this now would be like burning a bridge over a river.
Li Yingqiong still didn't know that this sword was not a coincidence, but was destined to be obtained by her through the arrangement of the Emei Sect. Otherwise, although this barren mountain temple is inaccessible, there are always people passing by. The sword has been covered in dust here for more than a hundred years, and it has been taken away by others long ago.
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After all, she was still young, so she couldn't say the words of rejection for a moment. The other sword immortals present flashed their eyes and said, "You can't force yourself on the path of cultivation. Why don't you listen to what the little girl has to say?"
This was not a kind mediation, it was clearly adding fuel to the fire. Chichengzi became even more angry. He squeezed out a smile and said to Li Yingqiong: "Kunlun is the mountain of thousands of ancestors. It has been passed down since ancient times. It will never bury your body."
Root bone!"
Having said this, Li Yingqiong did not shy away: "Taoist Priest, I don't want to go to Kunlun."
"That's fine!"
Chichengzi's eyes were full of evil spirits. He just took a step forward, but thought of something again. He sighed deeply, stopped entangled, stepped back, and disappeared in an instant.
The others were startled.
These people come from various factions. Although they are not top experts, they have their own backgrounds. They want Chichengzi to be the leader, face the pressure from Emei, and then take the opportunity to capture Li Yingqiong.
But seeing that Akagi was not fooled, their eyes met and they walked away completely.
As for whether to really give up, or to turn from light to dark and wait for the opportunity, that's a matter of two opinions.
Li Yingqiong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that dealing with these so-called seniors was more tiring than fighting zombies.
Seeing a mess, including stone walls and roofs, Li Yingqiong walked outside and saw a plum forest outside the temple.
This place originally had a radius of three miles. It had been affected by the previous war, and less than half of it was left. The wind was howling, and the fragrance of winter plum blossoms penetrated into the nose. Li Yingqiong found a stone, sat down cross-legged, and held the Ziying Sword horizontally.
On the knees, eyes closed.
Although the Purple Ying Sword recognizes its owner as determined by God, nothing can be accomplished overnight. It takes three years of diligent practice according to the sword techniques passed down by Emei's descendants before it can become one with the sword. It can be large or small, invisible or visible.
, do whatever you want.
But even the Changmei Master can't be counted. The Ziying Sword at this moment is already very different.
The fairy sword itself is secondary, the key lies in inheritance.
"Who created the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons?"
As soon as this idea came to Li Yingqiong's mind, she saw the red dragon ascending, turning into a human form, wearing a blue dragon robe, looking at her peacefully.
Li Yingqiong felt a very familiar aura from this person, but she was slightly resistant. After hesitating for a moment, she called out: "Master?"
Gu Cheng smiled: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, when will you defeat all the invincible opponents in this world, come to my place again, and formally become my disciple!"
"Invincible!"
Li Yingqiong was stunned when he heard this, and felt a sincere longing for her.
While his mind was agitated, Gu Cheng's figure had disappeared, and the map of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons changed accordingly, turning into countless star maps that penetrated the sky and the earth, and dominated the common people.
The shadow of gods and demons.
Nine transformations of gods and demons, nine is an imaginary number. There are not only nine transformations. Looking at it, there are probably hundreds of them. There are Tai Zhu who corresponds to the avenue of time, Kun Peng who corresponds to the avenue of space, and Bai who knows before and after.
Ze, red dragon symbolizing national destiny, etc.
This unique skill seems to follow the path of physical training. In fact, Gu Cheng was inspired by Yang Jian and integrated the great path that the human emperor himself, the demon emperor's clone, and the experience gained from walking in the heavens into it. The ambition of
Big, pointing directly at Hunyuan, it is unparalleled.
All the gods and demons in front of us can build land on their shoulders, split the sea, fly into the sky and escape from the earth, call for wind and rain, and are almost omnipotent. They have also made up for the shortcomings of the original race. They can control the world by mastering just one change.
Therefore, defeating the invincible opponent in this world is just a small goal.
Of course, this will inevitably lead to difficult choices.
Li Yingqiong was dazzled at first, but gradually she calmed down, suppressed the thought of wanting them all, and chose the first transformation of gods and demons that attracted her most.
If it were any other girl, she would inevitably choose splendid and beautiful birds such as the Phoenix and the Suzaku, but Li Yingqiong was not interested in those. Her eyes fell on the white tiger and she couldn't move away.
After a moment, she stretched out her palm and looked towards the fierce god, the god of war!
…
"What is this kid doing?"
Chichengzi hid in the darkness and stared at Li Yingqiong, his eyes full of surprise.
Now that the master of the Emei Sect has not yet appeared, what results can Li Yingqiong achieve by practicing alone with a Ziying Sword?
Not only Chichengzi, but also the other remaining sword immortals showed doubts and waited silently.
This time, it is the sunset on the mountain top, the moonlight is all over the ground, and the stars are sparse in the sky.
Suddenly, the plum tree swayed without wind, and the plum blossoms were flying like snow and mist. The vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated violently, pouring into Li Yingqiong's body like a tide.
To be precise, it was the White Tiger Star Chart that was endlessly sucking in the vitality of heaven and earth, expanding like a living thing, and then being deeply imprinted into Li Yingqiong's soul.
Li Yingqiong suddenly jumped up, looking up to the sky and roaring.
roar!
The white tiger of the West has heroic qualities, silences the voiceless voice, intimidates the beasts, and roars the mountains and forests.
In an instant, the lights and shadows of countless rare and exotic animals appeared as alive as life, and they shivered. Under the dumbfounded gazes of many sword immortals, Li Yingqiong's originally slightly thin body began to swell with muscles at a speed visible to the naked eye.