Chapter 522 With the body as the embryo and the god as the soul, the immeasurable sword qi enters the body and refines the body!

"Arrogant, really too arrogant, such arrogant people, they won't live long, they will die without a place to be buried" Some monks who had a grudge against Yi Chu and the Blood Transformation Sect cursed through gritted teeth after hearing the news.

And some sects that have some friendship with the Blood Transformation Sect were originally going to have a relationship with Yi Chu, but the appearance of this incident made them amazed, and secretly said, such a character, I'm afraid it's better to provoke less.

The world, which has been dull for a long time, is also restless because of the occurrence of this incident. All kinds of reactions, wave after wave, various versions of the rumors in the east and west are a mess, like a hurricane in an unknown direction, constantly diverging in all directions, and at the center of this storm is Yi Chu, who is rapidly rising on the vast land of Shenzhou like a comet.

Before the Blood Transformation Sect, the First World War decided the ownership of the splendid map of mountains and rivers, and with this strong storm, it swept in all directions.

The vast mountains stand above the endless earth, like the only monarch of heaven and earth, looking down on the common people and adjudicating life and death. Standing on the plain and looking up at the towering peaks, one can't help but feel a hint of surrender.

Surrender, surrender to this tall, majestic mountain.

Taihao Sacred Mountain, thousands of residents living on this land, when looking at this eternal mountain, their eyes will show endless reverence. And the legends about the gods and goddesses have been passed on by them to be miraculous, and they are endless.

The immortals who fly with the sword, the immortals who drive the clouds and the fog, the immortals who turn stones into gold, and the immortals who come back to life...... , various versions of the legend, formed an endless faith, and this belief is against this sacred mountain, against the Taihao Gate above this sacred mountain.

Taihao Gate, the sect of immortals, as long as you can enter this gate, it is an immortal-like existence. I don't know how many people have abandoned their homes and businesses for the three words Taihaomen, just to be able to find a chance on this sacred mountain.

However, most of the time, as soon as they enter the mountain, they will involuntarily come out, and they will not reach the depths of this huge mountain at all. Although they did not go in, there were more and more legends about the depths of this endless sacred mountain.

At this time, in the depths of this huge sacred mountain, in a huge valley that could not be seen at a glance, there was a young man with a calm face sitting indifferently, without saying a word, like a sculpture.

This young man is Zhao Yishan.

At the foot of Zhao Yishan, a handle of all kinds of swords, messily piled up all over the mountain, these swords, some long, some short, some sharp, at a glance like a pool of autumn water of the divine weapon, some rusty, it seems that a touch may turn into broken copper and iron.

In the valley as far as the eye can see, there are a dazzling array of swords. No one knows how many swords there are here, let alone how they were piled up here.

Could it be that Taihaomen once gathered all the swords in the world here? Otherwise, how could there be so many swords here. It's just that although there are many swords here, at a glance, none of them can compare to the Changhong that Zhao Yishan used in the past, and even less than the falling star he uses now.

The sky is a killing machine, the falling star that moves the stars and changes the night, and the falling star of one of the nine flying swords in the world.

lost Changhong, Zhao Yishan still has a falling star, but why does he sit here without moving? Is it practicing, or is it ......

The sun had just fallen into the ridge, and on the ridge in the distance, countless dark ideas jumped up, light and soft, and the wind blew in the wind, connecting these ideas into a big net, and then the sky was darkened under the action of this big net, and a little stars appeared in the sky, and between the irradiation, a stream of ethereal mist slowly rose from the top of a sword, and these fogs, flashing with a faint silver light, and the stars in the sky, competing with each other.

"With the body as the embryo and the god as the soul, the immeasurable sword qi enters the body and refines the body. A faint voice suddenly came out of Zhao Yishan's mouth, and with this shout, the three hundred and sixty-five points on Zhao Yishan's body suddenly all cracked, and the gloomy mist that rose in the air turned into pillars of light, and flew frantically towards the three hundred and sixty-five points.

Every pillar of light is flickering with cold light, and it is extremely cold, and every pillar of light is like a peerless sword, slashing the heavens and the earth.

Three hundred and sixty-five pillars of light, like three hundred and sixty-five sword rays, were inserted into Zhao Yishan's body. Zhao Yishan, who had cracked the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints, showed an unspeakable pain on his silent face at the moment when the three hundred and sixty-five sword lights entered his body. However, he still gritted his teeth tightly, and between the urging of his hands, he slowly incorporated the surging sword qi towards his body.

On the cliff in the valley, a white-clothed figure was looking at Zhao Yishan, who had absorbed sword qi into his body, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

And behind the man in white, a middle-aged Taoist in his forties had a worried look on his face. The expression on his face was unpredictable, bright as a flower for a while, dark as an ancient well for a while, but his eyes never changed, staring at Zhao Yishan intently, his eyes were as bright as electricity.

"Senior brother, if your heart is not quiet, don't stay here. Yishan's cultivation is completely on his own this time, and if he can't pass this level by himself, no one can help him. The man in white didn't look back at all, but the middle-aged Taoist frowned, and every move, every little bit, he had a full view, at a glance

Regarding the accusation of the man in white, the middle-aged Taoist did not show any displeasure, but the worried look on his face became more and more respectful, and he said in a low voice: "Senior brother in charge, I was wrong"

At this time, it is difficult to connect this dim and anxious person in front of him with the unruly person, but like a child who has done something wrong.

And there is only one person who can make this person so obedient in the Taihao Gate, that is, the master of the Taihao Gate is peerless against the cold water and the cold water, fighting all over the Quartet, and rarely losing in his life. There are too many people who are in charge of the Taihao Sect, but none of these arrogant masters dare to show a trace of arrogance in front of the adverse water and cold.

This is the unique style of the Taihao Sect Sect Master.

Although this sentence is very old-fashioned, it is not unreasonable. Ichiyama is a natural swordsman I have ever seen, and his cultivation above the way of the sword can be described as twice the result with half the effort. But if he wants to achieve great things, he still needs to sharpen. Back then, for him, I specially accepted the disciple of Yuge as a whetstone for him, and what caught me off guard was that the child died in Konobu Beppu."

When it came to the death of his disciple, the first person in Taihao Sect did not have the slightest regret on his face, as if he had died, he was originally an insignificant figure. You must know that although Fang Yingge is not as good as Yi Chu and the others, he is also a genius who is rare in a hundred years, and any sect that gets such a disciple will cultivate it with all his heart. However, in his eyes against the cold, it was just a whetstone to be used as a prop.

"Originally, I thought there was something missing, and I was about to look for another whetstone, but I didn't expect that the blood underchild to be born, good, very good. He not only defeated a mountain head-on, but also took away the splendid map of mountains and rivers. Speaking of this, a smile appeared at the corner of Shui Han's mouth.

This smile is not a laugh of anger, but a real joy. He slapped his face gently, but the sound of the slap could only be heard by the two of them.

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful, after this blow, Yishan will put away his pride and cheer up. Only in this way can I put Taihao Gate in his hands in the future. ”

When the middle-aged Taoist heard the splendid picture of mountains and rivers, the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously, and he was about to kneel down to plead guilty, but he found that he didn't know when, and he couldn't move

"A rusty sword, let ordinary stones sharpen, may be brilliant, but a peerless sword, but a specific whetstone is needed to burst out of brilliance, glorious Kyushu, that blood underbody, is the best whetstone in a mountain, unsurpassed. The way of the heart sword, with the heart of the sword, although it is extremely difficult to cultivate, but it is extremely powerful, and it can make Yishan's combat power far exceed that of masters of the same level. ”

If Yi Chu heard that this Reverse Water Han regarded himself as a whetstone in his imagination, he didn't know how he would feel, but this kind of terrifying words came out of Reverse Shui Han's mouth, but it was also very common, and he couldn't be shocked by the slightest wind and waves at all.

The sword light on Zhao Yishan's body slowly contracted. And Zhao Yishan's body sitting in the void had turned silver at some point, and surging sword intent continued to burst out from Zhao Yishan's body.

"Based on people, cast my sword body" like a thunderous sound, suddenly spit out from Zhao Yishan's mouth, with this shout, one after another sword pillars, suddenly from Zhao Yishan's body up and down, Zhao Yishan's whole person, like a huge sword ball, fired endless sword light in all directions.

The endless flying swords under the huge valley, at this moment, shook madly, almost instantly, all the swords rose into the air, towards Zhao Yishan frantically gathered, these swords, one by one with the hilt facing the ground, as if they were visiting the emperor of the sword.

The thousands of feet of void, the endless aura, hovering wildly in mid-air, and the endless power pressed straight from Zhao Yishan's body.

"The way of the heart sword has finally become" Looking at the incomparable middle-aged Taoist, there was endless joy in his voice.