Chapter 164 A piece of tree root.

8days ago Xuanhuan Novels 6
Immediately afterwards, Pei Ling, under the control of the system, retracted the Jiupo Knife back the scabbard behind it.

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Accompanied by the system prompt, Pei Ling immediately recovered his physical control. He was about to draw his sword to test the power of the sword now, but after thinking about the six orders, he immediately withdrew his hand.

Now that the sword art has been strengthened, the practice method of the Six Orders of the Inheritance of Dharma has basically been clarified.

In addition to the sword path, I have four laws, and a ‘law’ that has not yet become a law…

I wonder if this magic can be used against other laws now?

The true immortal’s will has not been said, it’s better not to try it first.

With my current strength, there is no big problem with the next path of immortality, so there is no need to continue taking risks.

Moreover, I can do the six orders of the sword path, but there are six decrees for each rule...

Then isn’t I living like going to jail?

The equivalent rule is enough, and this is the case with Han An Sword Sect!

Thinking of this, Pei Ling took out the corpse of monsters and a large number of treasures and treasures, and checked that all the materials were not missing, he immediately silently recited in his mind: System, I want to cast the weapon, one-click hosting the Forget-Word Dagger.

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Mt. Kuji.

The green peaks are misty, auspicious birds gather, clear cry sounds resounding throughout the sky, white feathers wander in the clouds, mountains, fog and sea, the peaks are rising and falling, and the dark colors are deep.

Zanggong Peak.

A closed room on the mountainside.

Countless stalactites were hanging upside down, and mermaid beads of all sizes were suspended in the air, emitting a soft and bright light, illuminating the huge cave in vain.

There is a 108-petal lotus platform in the middle, and a cushion is placed on the platform. The mountain master sits with his eyes closed and his breath is converging, like a stubborn stone, without any vitality.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a vast aura burst out from his body instantly!

But soon, this momentum quickly subsided, and as the light green robe slowly fell, the mountain master had recovered as usual.

The magical power has been achieved and you can come out of seclusion!

The mountain master immediately stood up, moved his body, and instantly left the secret room, and appeared in the broad hall on the top of the Tibetan Gong Peak.

In the hall, a middle-aged monk wearing a robe with a black-bottomed Taotie pattern, a square bun, and a bamboo hairpin was standing in a concentration with a whisk.

He noticed the appearance of the mountain master, and was slightly stunned, then stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Master Master."

The mountain master nodded slightly and then asked directly: What is the result of the battle between Pei Ling and the Sword God?

When the middle-aged monk heard this, he immediately said with a heavy expression: The Sword God is defeated...

As he said that, he quickly took out a jade slip that had been prepared long ago, presented it with both hands, and said, "This is a photo of Pei Ling's battle with the Sword God."

The Sword God was defeated...

The mountain master frowned, immediately took the jade slip, and immediately checked the contents.

Soon, after watching the entire battle, he frowned even tighter.

Not long ago, an unidentified demon attacked the gate of Jiuyi Mountain in public. A certain ancestor felt something, so he came out of seclusion. After learning that Pei Ling had challenged the right path, he passed on two magical powers to him to use them to restrain Pei Ling's immortal arts and laws.

But in this battle between Pei Ling and the Sword God, what determines victory or defeat is the opponent's sword art, but it is not the law and immortal arts!

The other party’s sword path is also very tricky!

When my mind was changing, the mountain master asked again: Pei Ling had come to my Jiuyi Mountain?

The middle-aged monk immediately said: "Brother Lord, Pei Ling had already entered the territory of Jiuyi Mountain a few days ago, but when he learned that the mountain Lord was practicing in seclusion, he temporarily lived in the Huangge Villa outside Jiuyi Mountain.

Upon hearing this, the mountain master immediately knew that Pei Ling had come to challenge him!

Now this junior has been waiting for him for several days, but he can't delay any more!

At the same time, this is also the last battle of the righteous path, and you must never lose again!

The mountain master immediately said: Send someone to the Xiangge Villa and inform the Holy Son of Chongming Sect that I have already left the pass.

Three hours later, he fought in the northwest of Cizhou.

The time and location of this battle will be conveyed to the Liuli Dynasty, Yàn Xicheng, Su Zhentian and Han An Sword Sect!

Jiuyi Mountain Cizhou was originally a densely populated state. There was smoke from cooking fires throughout the area and countless creatures were found.

However, after the war between the righteous and the demons, Cizhou suffered heavy damage and the surviving common people had already moved, especially in the northwest direction. During the war, the demon cultivators were rampant, with endless poisons. There are still many traps, miasma, resentful souls, curses, plagues, and voodoo...

It is most suitable to act as a battlefield.

The middle-aged monk listened intently and bowed and replied: Yes!

Immediately left.

In the empty main hall, only the mountain master was left alone.

His face immediately became extremely solemn.

I really didn’t expect that such a person would appear in the Chongming Sect generation!

However, it is meaningless to lament that these things are not worth it now. Winning this game first is the key!

Thinking of this, the mountain master stepped out and instantly came to a valley surrounded by clouds.

The valley is lush with trees and flat terrain, only in the middle, and there is a tiny mountain that is only half a person tall, which is covered by abundant branches and leaves, and is inconspicuous.

At this point, the mountain master looked respectful. After rectifying his appearance, he bowed and bowed deeply to the tiny mountain.

This seemingly ordinary tiny mountain is the magic weapon of Jiuyishan Town, the mountain in the palm of his hand!

When the mountain master bowed, he had not opened his mouth yet, but he heard the sand and gravel rustling down and the grass and trees were broken... The tiny mountain suddenly flew up, quickly shrank, and turned into a peak of about a centimeter, floating in front of the mountain master, and the spirit of the weapon said directly: I already know the matter, I will help you!

Hearing this, the mountain master was slightly stunned. After reacting, he immediately said: Thank you, Senior!

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and the Yue in his palm immediately fell into his palm.

The mountain master took another step and disappeared from the valley.

After a moment, a hangs on the bank of the waterfall.

The mountain master stood in the air, looking at the surging waterfall in front of him, and after pondering slightly, he immediately stepped in.

There is a hole inside the waterfall, which is not big and extremely humid.

There is a stone table in the cave. Above the table, there are clear lights lingering, three stone boxes are filled with sinking and floating. In the clear light, runes are dense, and a surging power of sealing is transmitted.

The mountain master stepped forward, walked to one of the stone boxes, made a series of complex magic tricks, and embedded them with the order of the mountain master into the back of the stone table. In a moment, a terrifying aura came from the stone box. It swept back and forth several times around the mountain master before slowly opening it.

There is only a piece of withered tree roots in the box, which withered and withered, decayed, and had no vitality, as if it was a waste discarded by the roadside.

The mountain master looked at the extremely inconspicuous tree roots, and a resolute look slowly condensed in his calm eyes.

He raised his hand and cut his wrist and dripped the essence and blood containing the orthodox martial arts of Jiuyi Mountain onto the roots of the tree.