Lincheng Huamo Chapter 100: Impermanence Sword Saint
High above the sky, there was a bald, slovenly old man lying on a bamboo pole nearly one foot tall.
He used his hands as a pillow and put his right foot on his upturned left knee. He held a piece of dogtail grass that was about to turn into crumbs in his mouth, looking leisurely and contented.
A little above his head, a long sword floated, faintly glowing with white light.
The old man snorted coldly, and the white light dimmed.
The clouds were rolling and the wind was howling. The old man rolled like a carp and stepped on the bamboo pole. Then he spit out the dogtail grass in his mouth, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled evilly.
"These little bastards are really getting more and more unruly. Since I originally planned not to interfere with the order of the world, and since I have already made a plan, beating you little animals who have been wandering around for two periods of time is not considered a disaster!"
After saying that, he opened his right hand, and the suspended long sword unsheathed itself, allowing him to hold it in his hand. Then he held the sword, and in an instant, the sky was filled with white light shining on the sea of clouds. Faintly, it was even better to hear the wails of thousands of ghosts.
With the Sword of Impermanence in your hand, there is nothing to be afraid of in this world!
After waiting for about eleven or two breaths, a group of men in white were in a panic and flew towards the old man with flying swords.
The old man with white eyebrows and long beard at the head saw that the old man was not like a common man, so he held a strange weapon in his hand and stopped the flying sword. Although his robe was in tatters, it could not hide his immortal demeanor.
The sharp-eyed Bai Yi saw that the sword in the old man's hand was the Impermanence Sword mentioned by the disciples, and he was almost certain of the old man's identity.
The old man with white eyebrows and long beard saluted and said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, fellow Taoist, what's the point of blocking my Tianxia Sword Sect's return journey?"
Bai Wuchang laughed out loud and said: "Have you ever heard of a story? I don't know if it was six hundred years ago or five hundred years ago. There was a senior who served as the captain of the Dragon Cavalry of the Daye Border Guard in the area of today's Evernight City.
I remember one time, a group of Northern Yan, now called Northern Qi, this group of bandits actually crossed the border of Northern Qi all the way and entered the current location of Bancheng in Daye, then crossed Gaogang Lake by ferry, and then crossed the Ossis Desert.
The purpose was actually just to go to the Evernight City at that time to plunder a batch of rare treasures. Not to mention that the senior had been thinking about it for five or six hundred years and couldn't figure it out, and I couldn't figure it out either. The brains of these people from Beiyan were mud or mud.
Woolen cloth?"
When the middle-aged white-clothed swordsmen behind the old man heard this, they couldn't hold back. They bared their teeth and claws, as if they were going to tear Bai Wuchang alive in the next moment.
"Looking at my Taoist friends' cultivation, I am afraid that if I have to build a foundation, all the things in the world should be forgotten like clouds and smoke, so that I can let go of the three thousand worries."
When Bai Wuchang heard this, he was happy and waved the Zhongwuchang Sword gently. He wanted to touch his beard but remembered that the beard was sloppy and had no choice but to give up. He asked: "I can see the realm of a mortal martial artist at a glance, but the cultivation level of an immortal cultivator
, I only know Xuanhuang, colorless. There is no need to hide it, my old cultivation level is only the ninth level of Xuanhuang, and I have not yet entered colorless. Could it be that the colorless realm is the foundation you call?"
When the man heard this, he immediately understood that Bai Wuchang was a casual cultivator and did not understand the ways of cultivating immortals.
"From this point of view, Taoist friend has no sect and no sect, so why not join our world sword sect. With such talent as Taoist friend, he will definitely be valued by the elders in the sect, and with the help of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he will definitely be able to do it in a few years.
Step into the foundation."
Bai Wuchang was even happier. He straightened his back and said: "You are wrong. I am an old man. I have entered the path of cultivating immortals in an unrighteous way. If I want to be an immortal in this life, there is no hope. As for the next life, who will
I know if people like me can be reincarnated after being wiped out in ashes."
The old man was wondering about the origin of the person blocking the road in front of him.
I collaborated with my brothers to go to the mortal world to rob the divine weapons, but unexpectedly I was defeated by a little guy who could only practice Qi at the fourth or fifth level. He also damaged his fellow disciples. I am afraid that the world's sword sects will not be able to cultivate immortals for hundreds of years in the future.
Zhong held his chest high and his head high. He had no choice but to think that even the sword sects in the world lacked spiritual swords.
To regain the strength, it is necessary to bring all the spiritual swords in the hands of that boy into the sect, and at the same time, let him be wiped out in ashes to relieve his anger.
But on the way back, I encountered such a character again blocking my way.
"Senior brother, why bother talking to this man? Why don't we just kill him? He is only at the ninth level of Qi training and has not yet established the foundation. The spiritual sword in his hand is also reported in detail. If we can take it back and hand it over to the elders, we will
You can be punished less."
When Bai Wuchang heard this, he became even more happy. He looked up to the sky and laughed three times. He was so shocked that there was nothing else in the world except these three laughs and the echo that lingered for a long time.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, it's really embarrassing. Although I can't see the realm of immortals, I only feel that the cultivation level of the seven of you is almost the same as that of the old man. The disciples of one sect are not as good as me, a bad old man who is waiting to die in this mortal world.
?It’s really boring.”
"Don't be rude, Zhu Zi!" After saying that, the swordsman in white who couldn't stand the arrogance of the young man at first stretched out his sword, like a fairy from heaven, the cold light on the sword tip bloomed with brilliant colors.
"It looks good, but it's a pity that it's not practical."
Bai Wuchang turned around and held the Wuchang Sword with both hands. Using the strength of his body to turn around, he used the sword as a knife and struck the brilliant light with one strike. The swordsman in white felt as if his fist was hitting a ten-foot-thick city wall. The city wall
, and actually punched himself. He heard the sound of metal shattering, and the flying sword in his hand shattered into powder.
However, the Impermanence Sword did not stop. It struck the white-clothed swordsman on the waist with a strong sword, cutting him in half and breaking him in two. His upper body continued to fly forward. When he turned around, he saw that his lower body was gradually falling without any support. That kind of
The indescribable and unbearable fear is my last thought for more than a hundred years.
A ray of white light slowly flew out from the eyebrows of the white-clothed swordsman. The old man swung his sword again, and the ray of white light shattered into dozens of rays, and then shot out to all parts of the earth. Its speed was slow, and it was afraid of falling.
It's almost sunset on earth.
"It seems like there should be thirty or forty more immortal relationships in the world."
"You... you are such a monster, how dare you harm the lives of the disciples of our Tianxia Sword Sect!"
Bai Wuchang was amused when he heard this, caressing the Wuchang Sword in his hand, and then said: "I should have forgotten it, but now I am forced to remember it by something inferior to you. When I was young and full of energy, I met a person. Now that I think about it,
, What a chance. I wanted to worship him as my master, but was repeatedly rejected. Now that I think about it, someone as stupid as me really has no right to call him master."
"You, you, who are you!"
Bai Wuchang ignored the question, and he didn't know if it was because he was old and liked to chatter. He continued, "That man, he said his name in the mortal world is Di Guangming!"
After the three-word exit, all the white-clothed swordsmen gasped.
Di Guangming? The character mentioned by this sloppy old man is really Di Guangming, the ancestor of the sword sect in the world?
"The senior told the old man that in the past, about one person out of a thousand people had immortal roots, and about one person out of a hundred immortal cultivators could understand the profound meaning of the same life span between heaven and earth. But now, are there any among a hundred thousand people?
It is still a problem for a person to have immortal roots. If there is less immortality, all kinds of resources will be in short supply. If the sect does not have enough capital, it will become more and more declining. Thinking about it this way, I can understand why you are waiting for the immortals to surrender.
I went to the mortal world to snatch the spiritual sword."
Ignoring the astonishment on everyone's faces, Bai Wuchang continued to ramble: "Mortals live for more than seventy years in a hurry, and there are even those with strong bodies who are more than 100 years old. The first thing for a person who cultivates immortality is to eliminate human nature and cut off seventy years of life."
Love. Looking back, think about it, travel around the world and travel through beautiful rivers and mountains, and then find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to start a sect casually, then accept one or two thousand disciples from her, marry a beautiful woman, two or three will do.
Give birth to a bunch of big fat boys, girls, not many, just give birth to five. When I get old, let them give me dozens of little ones to come out and have fun with me. Every time I dream, I feel that this is such an extraordinary thing.
Life in this world is not bad. But when I get old, I am afraid that my life span will not be long. One night, I dreamed that I suddenly figured it out. Even if I succeeded in cultivating immortals and seeking Taoism, I would just be transferred from the magistrate of a small county to Kyoto.
Being a minister sounds majestic, but how can I forget how happy it is to be an official in a local place? When I go to another place, I feel uncomfortable looking at people's faces. It is true that theatergoers are eager to be on the stage, and the people on the stage laugh at the stupidity of outsiders.
What do you think?"
Just as Bai Wuchang was rambling and wondering when it would end, a dozen flying swords stabbed at him.
"Hey, haven't your masters taught you not to interrupt when others are speaking and to be respectful?"
Although he said this, the Impermanence Sword was swung out in an instant.
A half-moon sword energy flew away, its size was enough to occupy half the sky. The dozens of flying swords were shattered into powder like toothpicks meeting a powerful crossbow. With just this sword, thirteen more white lights rose, and Bai Wuchang
With a wave of his left hand, a breeze was created, and the thirteen rays of white light also shattered into hundreds of rays of white light and flowed into the world.
"A ship can only hold a hundred people in total. You have to grab the 101st and 102th tickets. Why bother? Why don't you think about whether you can use those useless ones?
, what about kicking off the boat?”
The remaining white-clothed swordsmen did not dare to make any more moves. The seven people who were said by Bai Wuchang to have the same level of cultivation stood at the front of the team, as if they were ready to make sacrifices at any time, even if they self-destructed in order to give their fellow sects a chance to survive.
"I don't like killing, but as a human being and now, my bad habit of protecting calves has never changed."
"What is the relationship between the Mo family and their predecessors?"
"Then the Mo family naturally has nothing to do with me. In fact, if you think about it, the sword energy emanating from the Mo family is really unmatchable to me. I just don't understand. It's just thirteen spiritual swords. Why do you immortals have to fight each other so hard? More
Not to mention, the current owner of the thirteen spiritual swords is my disciple of Mu Hanlou!"
As he finished speaking, Bai Wuchang's eyes finally changed, from the cynical and slightly wretched old man to a ferocious human evil, with aloof eyes, like a lion looking down at a little kitten.
"You, you, what on earth do you have to do with Diguang?"
"Haha, I have already said it, but I got a few lessons from that senior when I was young. Today, I will use the sword of the human world to become an immortal in the sky!"
Having said that, Bai Wuchang's momentum changed again, and in everyone's eyes, it was like the towering Mount Tai approaching the door, making it difficult to breathe.
The Sword of Impermanence points at the blue sky, attracting the light of the sky and turning into thousands of flying swords.
Bai Wuchang waved the sword in his hand, and the seemingly invisible thousands of flying swords began to spin around, like a school of fish in the water, spinning around for three or four weeks in the sky, and then flew towards the remaining disciples of the Tianxia Sword Sect like thunder.
Let him guard the formation, let him protect the magical weapon, and it will only fall apart in front of thousands of flying swords.
Effortlessly, the disciples of the Tianxia Sword Sect, who were once admired as immortals by the world, were killed in the sky.
At sunset that day, countless mortals saw the white light shining high in the sky, covering the golden crow, and then hundreds of white lights shot down from the layers of white clouds, some far away and some near. The distance was unknown, and the distance was only one mile.
The picture is beautiful, as if God is showing mercy. Countless people knelt on the ground, kowtowed and were pious.
Bai Wuchang killed all these people? Of course not, he left behind two juniors who looked like children.
After all, I still have a soft heart. If I let these two people go today, will the two bear dolls Shen Tu and Yu Lei be let go once or twice in the future?
Bai Wuchang suddenly became kind and asked: "Do you know why I don't kill you?"
The two juniors stared at Bai Wuchang fiercely, as if they were ready to tear this evil man into pieces when they got the chance. But just now, the sword used the sky for his own use, and in an instant, he had the ability to turn thousands of swords into rain.
, they had only heard of them through so-called rumors from their senior brothers. Now that I have seen them, it is not easy for them not to be frightened and go crazy.
"Forget it, you two can leave. Or maybe I, a bad old man like me, have never stepped into the place where you are and don't understand the rules of that world. But think about it, in the mortal world, isn't it the law of the jungle?"
"Who are you anyway?"
"Huh? I've said it so many times, don't you remember? He's just an ordinary old man."
"Since you are just a Qi-training monk, but you can actually massacre a group of people of the same level, who are you?"
Bai Wuchang grinned, and at that moment, the situation suddenly changed.
The wind blew up, dark clouds gathered in the sky, bright yellow flashed among them, and then there was a roar of thunder.
Bai Wuchang looked towards the sky, but was not afraid. He said calmly: "Looking at it this way, it seems that it is not much different from the heavenly catastrophe of a human warrior."
Bai Wuchang spoke carelessly, and the two juniors couldn't help but feel chills running down their spines.
This is a heavenly catastrophe for immortal cultivators. How can it be compared to the catastrophe of mortal warriors?
"I have been struck by lightning so many times in the past. I don't know if this thunder can kill such a bad old man like me this time."
The two juniors didn't even know what to say. Who is this guy? The disaster is approaching, but he is still so calm and calm.
"So, why do scholars have to force themselves to compete with bulls, and why do farmers have to be able to shoot eagles with their bows? Everyone has their own way of living, but if you want to live a better life, go
It's immoral to persecute other people. You two, what I said is right. Naturally, in the face of absolute power suppression, you don't dare to say what I said is wrong, and I understand that."
Bai Wuchang was talking to himself, not giving the two juniors a chance to talk at all.
Bai Wuchang suddenly put away his sword, patted his sleeves, changed his tone, and said in a low voice: "I once had an unparalleled talent, and I could have entered the immortal path. But facing the immortal path, I feel that martial arts in the mortal world
It’s even more interesting. Others laugh at me for being stupid. They all say that martial arts are nothing more than loyalty, and it’s better to be able to cultivate to become a god. Now think about it, it’s just an old man’s choice, they have to look at it. Today I let you two go, maybe you can practice hard,
Someone else is in charge of the Tianxia Sword Sect, so we should put it in order and not let that senior feel disappointed again."
"The person you are talking about is really the founder of the World Sword Sect, the most brilliant person?"
"Hahahaha, isn't there a second light in the world?"
Bai Wuchang asked casually, but the two juniors were shocked. Di Guangming, why did the Patriarch abandon the World Sword Sect while he was still alive?
"When I was young, I was naughty by nature, and I often stirred up trouble in the world. The world is so big, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. If my brother hadn't protected me several times, a monster would have appeared out of nowhere and taken me under his wing. And that senior,
He once wanted to exchange his heart for his heart and influence your entire sect, but it is a pity that leaving your Tianxia Sword Sect behind made him think it was a crime, ridiculous and ridiculous. Little baby, go back and tell your sect that the senior said he would keep an eye on you.
I have been with the Tianxia Sword Sect for three hundred years. Within three hundred years, if anyone from the Tianxia Sword Sect dares to come out of the sect and go to the human world to pretend to be a ghost and enrich his own pockets, and talk nonsense, if he catches one, I will kill you, one hundred disciples of the Tianxia Sword Sect.
As for who to kill first, let’s sort them according to their level of realm. The path to immortality may have come to an end, so little kids, please take care of yourself.”
Having said that, Bai Wuchang took a step forward. Without the bamboo pole as a foothold, his body was like a falling autumn leaf falling on the ground.
The two juniors of the World Sword Sect, who were twins in appearance, looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Whether Di Guangming has really been keeping an eye on Tianxia Sword Sect for three hundred years, how to know?
The two juniors of the Tianxia Sword Sect were lost in thought when a thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed right in front of them. The direction in which the lightning fell that day was naturally the direction in which Bai Wuchang fell.
Although the sky thunder did not fall towards the two juniors, it was so close that it would eventually be affected. The two men hurriedly activated their flying swords and fled far away. As for these two people, they returned to the sect and said nothing.
I don’t know whether to tell you the truth or to run away and hide somewhere.
As for Bai Wuchang, as he said, he got a great opportunity and entered the path of immortality. But he, Bai Wuchang, is not a real immortal cultivator after all. He can reach the peak of Xuanhuang by watching clouds and playing birds on the wilderness peak of Muhan Tower.
It's a miracle. But Xuanhuang is Xuanhuang after all, and Xuanhuang at the peak level is no match for a newcomer at the colorless realm.
He can barely handle the heavenly tribulations of the Hongmeng realm as a mortal warrior, let alone the heavenly tribulations of the immortal path that come from the laws of heaven and earth.
Bai Wuchang let go of his hand, and the Wuchang sword emitted white light, as if reluctant to leave. Bai Wuchang waved his hand with a kind face.
The thunder from the sky was approaching, and the Impermanence Sword understood its master's intention, and flew towards the mortal world with white light.
When the thunder fell, Bai Wuchang closed his eyes and opened his arms.
The next moment, it disappeared into ashes.
In the mortal world, there were once two swordsmen, one black and one white, with the names of ghosts and gods. The two traveled around the world in great style. But even if the twins had different talents, they could not reach the end of the path together.
After all these years, my path has finally come to an end.
He didn't die from being tortured by old age and illness, he didn't die from being killed by his enemies because of his old age and infirmity and being unable to fight back. He still had a dash of heroism at the end of the road. Very good, very good!