The First Sword of the Earth

The Yuanying was shattered, and the Yuanshen was born; holding a thunder sword, he leaped through the air.

In the flash of thunder, the onlookers were so stunned that they didn't know what to say, they could only watch the phantom of Wang Sheng leaping in the air, without any enemy.

Unknowingly, those gray figures have been blown to pieces, the sky is full of thunder, the robbery cloud disappears, and the strong vitality is floating everywhere.

Wang Sheng's primordial spirit stood at the position of the vertical eye holding the thunder sword in his hand, and when the thunder sword was raised horizontally, the vertical eye disappeared.

Waves of vitality surged in, hovering around the primordial spirit, and Wang Sheng's primordial spirit became a little more colorful.

But immediately after, Yuanshen's light flashed, turned into a meteor and crashed down below, the incomparably rich vitality lost its target and exploded in the air in an instant.

The meteor crashed into the scorched body, Wang Daochang opened his mouth and coughed violently, a puff of black smoke rose from the tip of his throat.

Although the primordial spirit is perfect and uninjured, the Taoist body is indeed seriously injured and almost collapsed.

Enduring the severe pain, Wang Sheng held the Wuling Sword in front of him and looked at it carefully.

On the translucent sword body, the cracked fine lines are clearly visible; the fluctuation of the sword spirit is still there, but it is so weak that you can almost feel that the sword has a strong spirituality, but you cannot feel the state of the sword spirit .

‘Yaoyun, I’ve crossed over. '

'Um……'

Receiving Yao Yun's answer from the bottom of his heart, Wang Sheng's mind relaxed, and he put down his raised hand feebly, and lay there panting violently for a while.

'Thanks. '

However, Yao Yun didn't answer anything, she should have gone to sleep with peace of mind.

Outside the fairy gate, Xi Lian couldn't help but push the senior sister who was still a little at a loss, "What were you doing in the past, you were stunned!"

Only then did the senior sister realize that the catastrophe had passed, she hurriedly rushed out, turning into a rainbow light and rushing to Wang Sheng's side in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the scorched junior brother, Mu Wanxuan couldn't help but had tears in her eyes, she swayed helplessly for a while, put her left hand on Wang Sheng's chest with only intact skin, and injected wisps of pure vitality with the method of yin and yang reversal.

This vitality, to Wang Sheng's Taoist body at this time, is like rain after a long drought.

Wang Sheng groaned in pain,

Then he opened his eyes and looked at his senior sister.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of more than a dozen figures flying in the distance, and silently grabbed the hem of the senior sister's skirt, blocking his vital position.

Mu Wanxuan blinked her eyes, looked down, kept her kneeling posture, and got closer to her junior. By the way, she condensed her vitality into a cloud of white mist and wrapped it around Wang Sheng's waist.

"Hey, who hasn't seen the same before!"

Xilian sneered, Wang Sheng didn't have the energy to make an expression, but Mu Wanxuan's face turned red.

Daoist Jingyun took out a pack of acupuncture from his bosom, knelt down beside Wang Sheng, and began to check the injuries in Wang Sheng's body to see if there was anything he could help.

But what makes Jingyun a little embarrassed is...

Wang Sheng's Taoist body was still in a tense state against the Heavenly Tribulation at this time, and Jingyun couldn't penetrate into it because of his cultivation base and weak spiritual consciousness.

The old Tianshi and others stood ten meters away, and they didn't come forward, but just smiled: "Congratulations to Feiyu for surviving the catastrophe. Since then, the road to immortality has been smooth, and we can go straight forward!"

"congratulations!"

"Why did Feiyu attract a double catastrophe? This is probably something that has never been seen or heard of in the history of the cultivation world. Feiyu was able to survive the cataclysmic catastrophe that devastated the world. Seriously... Incoherent, don't know what to say."

"Having not yet become an immortal, but having survived the calamity of an immortal, Fei Yu's achievements in the future are truly unimaginable to me."

All the priests and masters were emotional for a while, and the congratulations were endless.

Wang Sheng could only barely show a smile, and then he was sleepy. His Taoist body hadn't relaxed yet, but his soul was already a little tired and about to fall asleep.

The Yuanshen is separated from the body, in fact, the burden on the Yuanshen is quite huge, especially if you have just broken through.

Soon, Wang Sheng fell asleep with his eyes closed holding the Wuling Sword, Mu Wanxuan looked at Xilian as if asking for help, and the eldest sister also showed the demeanor of a quasi-celestial being who was about to fly to a fairy.

"Use power to lead, and take Xiao Feiyu to those retreat fairy palaces," Xi Lian said.

"Okay," the senior sister agreed, and carefully wrapped Wang Sheng with two yin and yang qi, and slowly lifted the junior brother up flat, with Xilian and Jingyun guarding her left and right, and slowly flew towards the fairy gate.

All the Taoist priests and masters also followed and turned around in the Little Immortal Realm together.

Leaving Feixiajian, who was struck by the thunder and flew into the clouds in the corner, lying there quietly, thinking about why he was treated so much worse than Wulingjian, a swordsman...

Entering the nearest retreat fairy temple, the spirit of the temple here felt something, and streams of pure vitality wrapped Wang Sheng and the spiritless sword in Wang Sheng's hand.

Seeing this, Mu Wanxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and knelt beside her, watching her junior brother stunned for a while.

The Taoist priests saw that Wang Sheng was fine, and he would be able to step into the peak of the tribulation realm and the Mahayana realm of crossing the immortals after he recuperated well, so they went to the places where they stayed before, and continued to practice hard.

Their catastrophe probably won't be as scary as Wang Sheng's. As long as they prepare carefully in advance, they will be able to overcome it with great confidence.

On the contrary, Huai Jing who hadn't said much all the time, after the Taoist priests left, couldn't help chanting a Buddha's name and sighed faintly.

"Before becoming an immortal, the power of Heaven came down as a warning... This little monk is a monk, but I really can't help feeling envious and jealous."

"Tianwei?" Xi Lian was stunned, "Those eyes are Tianwei? It just feels very scary. At that time, I couldn't help but want to show my original shape."

"Shh," Huai Jing nervously made a silence gesture, "Don't talk, don't talk, don't ask."

Xilian rolled her eyes, but she didn't dare to say hello casually.

The nineteen of them were considered to be very lucky. They felt the power of the sky not far away, and saw those eyes. This will have a profound impact on their cultivation base in the future.

The senior sister didn't listen to what they were saying, and quietly observed Wang Sheng's state.

Seeing that Wang Sheng's whole body was still tense in a coma, his eyes were full of distress.

At this moment, Jing Yun floated into the hall with a basin of clear water, took out another handkerchief, and put the silver water basin that he didn't know where he got beside the senior sister.

"Silence, you wipe your body for Feiyu and let him relax, he's been tense all the time, and he can't even absorb his vitality into his body."

The senior sister agreed, and just about to get busy, she looked up at the eldest sister and Huai Jing.

"Amitabha, the little monk has gone to practice."

"I'll go for a walk outside, just call me if you need anything."

Xi Lian and Huai flew away in shock, and Jing Yun also softly reminded her senior sister, and left the hall.

Mu Wanxuan began to use a handkerchief to dip some clean water, and carefully wiped the scorched black on Wang Sheng's body, and gently pressed the taut body of the younger brother.

This matter is really only a senior sister can do, because her aura is engraved in Wang Sheng's bones; if someone else touches it, Wang Sheng's Taoist body may subconsciously fight back.

Wang Sheng's 'face A' quickly returned to normal skin color, most of his tense body also eased, and his vitality began to be absorbed normally.

The senior sister took a light breath, as if she had made some kind of determination, to disperse the white mist around the waist and crotch of the junior brother, and continued to wipe gently.

It's a pity that Daoist Wang has completely fallen asleep.

...

Wang Sheng was in a coma for half a month, and during this half month, his Taoist body also changed several times.

Generally speaking, after a monk survives the catastrophe, it is the Nascent Soul that begins to transform into the Nascent Soul.

Wang Daochang encountered some problems when crossing the catastrophe. He almost encountered a certain death situation, so he had to take risks. At the last moment of crisis, he simulated the catastrophe by himself and blasted his own soul to pieces, forcibly transforming his soul.

As a result, the Dao body lost the opportunity to complete the transformation with the Nascent Soul.

But after the primordial spirit returned to its place, the Taoist body began to 'make up' this process on its own, driven by the primordial spirit, and began to slowly transform into a fairy body.

Although he cultivates Yuan Shen Dao, because he is a sword cultivator, Wang Sheng attaches great importance to his Tao body.

While the main consciousness is in a coma, the subconscious mind also begins to use the power of the primordial spirit to strengthen its own body, which is specifically manifested in... three times of shedding.

The first molt happened after the senior sister wiped his body hard and let him relax, the scorched skin began to crack and crumble, like a pottery man being shattered, which almost scared the senior sister out of the emoticon pack His expression almost petrified on the spot.

The second time of 'molting' was the third day after the coma. The light inside the Taoist body was constantly shining, filled with mana, and a layer of shallow skin fell off again.

The two times of 'molting' brought out the impurities in the Taoist body. By the way, Wang Sheng's dark skin due to long-term sword practice was also whitened.

The third 'molting' happened on the seventh day. In fact, a layer of colorful film appeared on the outermost skin of the body, like a cocoon.

Since the formation of this cocoon, the temple spirits in this retreat fairy palace began to mobilize a large amount of vitality, and this cocoon would not reject anyone who came, and absorbed them all.

The Pure Yang Immortal Art in Wang Sheng's body broke through on its own, and the cultivation level broke through a small level every day, even after breaking into the fairyland, it didn't stop, and rushed all the way to the middle of the fairyland.

Naturally, this cocoon has something to say, and it can be regarded as the posthumous blessing of Wang Sheng's surviving a catastrophe. It is closely related to Wang Sheng's dream of practicing for thousands of years.

Everything happened when Wang Sheng was in a coma, so everything happened naturally, it wouldn't cause inner demons, wouldn't affect Dao Xin, and wouldn't make me feel worried about breaking through too quickly.

For monks, it is a good thing that can be met but not sought.

But the senior sister, who had witnessed all this with her own eyes, counted with her fingers the difference between the early stages of the Embryo Realm and the early stage of the Transcendent Realm, and gradually lost control of her expression.

Of course I didn't want to fight.

This closed-door temple can almost be renamed the "self-closed temple".

When the fairy cocoon shattered, the film quickly melted, and Wang Sheng also began to regain consciousness.

Before he opened his eyes, Wang Sheng had already noticed that his realm had taken a big step forward, and he was quite suspicious in his heart. He opened his eyes and looked at the senior sister who was meditating with closed eyes, and couldn't help asking:

"Senior sister, how long have I been in a coma?"

Mu Wanxuan opened her eyes, she was overjoyed at first, and then immediately replied: "Ban Yue."

"It's only been half a month..."

Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the Wuling Sword lying beside him. The fine lines on the sword body were already very small, and the spirituality exuded was much stronger than half a month ago.

"Clothes," the senior sister calmly reminded.

Only then did Wang Sheng notice that he was only covered with a skirt, and his old face blushed, and he turned his back and began to tidy up.

Mu Wanxuan blinked, tilted her head to look for a while, and then realized that it was not good for her to look at her junior so directly. After all, she was not really married yet, and traditional etiquette still needs to be respected, so she raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Delicate fingers opened a gap to observe secretly.

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(ps: I really didn't deliberately break the chapters, just write a chapter of about 3,000 words.

But since the reader expressed his indignation, if there is a similarly short and emotionally volatile plot, I have written a few chapters and published it together. )

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