Chapter 347

Eighty years is neither long nor short. For a monk like the old ghost who has practiced for many years, 80 years is just a flash of Kung Fu. He can practice in isolation for a while.

But for Wang Chen, who is more than 160 years old, the 80 years in the meteor fairy land is his general life.

For 80 years, Wang Chen's life divine sword has been cultivated with emphasis. It absorbs the pure vitality of nine yuan infants every moment, and the product level has also made continuous progress. It has been continuously improved from the middle-level magic weapon, and now it has reached the level of inferior spirit weapon.

The inferior spirit weapon is the most suitable weapon for Wang Chen at this stage. If the level is higher, it will consume too much mana for Wang Chen, but it is a burden.

The whole divine sword looks completely different. The previous divine sword is very rough. Although it can be seen at a glance, it seems that it is a millionaire wearing beggar clothes. It feels uncomfortable.

Today's divine sword is different. The handle and body of the sword seem to have been carefully polished, which looks simple and solemn. The whole sword seems to be full of a sense of detachment from the secular world.

The whole sword was more restrained and didn't show a sharp sword meaning.

Even so, as long as you look at the sword, you can feel the extraordinary of the sword, which people will never forget. If the power of the divine sword is fully developed, Wang Chen is confident that the friars in the ordinary distraction period can also be cut off.

This is the reason why Wang Chen's sword stopped and didn't improve any more.

Wang Chen's strength is mainly abstruse. Although sword repair is also a very strong means, it is only an auxiliary.

This is not that Wang Chen's sword cultivation strength is poor, but that Wang Chen understands too much mystery and strength. In contrast, his sword cultivation strength is poor. In fact, Wang Chen is also a peerless genius when it comes to sword cultivation.

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On the other side, beside the magic sword of the nine immortals, a young man was squatting cross legged, and the life magic sword in front of him was stirring with bursts of sword sound. The sound of the sword seemed like an ant trying to shake a tree to meet the huge divine sword in the distance, and the divine sword did not move at all. Only the mysterious array composed of dozens of fairy swords nearby automatically issued a weak counterattack.

After the weak counterattack came back, thousands of sword Qi were formed.

The young man's divine sword also turned into golden sword light to fight with these sword Qi.

Fighting is the best cultivation for sword cultivation. Feng Wuji's strength is slowly improving in this battle.

If Wang Chen is here, you will find that there is more than one kind of mystery in Feng Wuji's sword move. Although it can't be compared with Wang Chen in quantity, with the help of sword meaning, the power is not much worse than Wang Chen's sword move.

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Life and death tripod.

At the moment, friar Huang Shan sat cross legged on the life and death tripod, and dozens of immortal tools stayed around quietly, as if friar Huang Shan didn't exist and didn't resist at all.

On the forehead of friar Huang Shan, a circular mark in the shape of Tai Chi was slowly formed, and there was a huge Tai Chi aperture around his body, in which the Qi of life and death was surrounded.

Obviously, the life and death tripod in the nine immortals has been refined by friar Huang Shan, but I don't know why. The array composed of life and death tripod and dozens of other immortals has not been destroyed by friar Huang Shan.

"The life and death tripod has finally been refined. Hey, hey, don't worry. I'm afraid the remaining eight top-level immortal tools will compete very badly at that time. The three immortal courts should also fight at that time, but there are still a few old monsters who haven't died a million years ago. They will suffer at that time!"

Friar Huang Shan didn't know what to think of. He forgot two eyes to the center. Then he looked complex and closed his eyes. Then the whole figure disappeared on the life and death tripod.

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Over the past 80 years, there have been no great changes in the immortal cultivation world in the Tianyuan mainland. If there are any, the concentration of spiritual Qi in the mainland has become higher and higher in recent decades. It turns out that many places that are not suitable for cultivation are barely enough for casual practitioners to practice.

At the same time, there are more and more high-level friars, and a large number of talents have emerged. There are more and more gifted friars that were rare in the past 100 years. They just don't look so dazzling as the holy sword venerable and the immortal beheading venerable.

Although the establishment of dadaozong attracted some attention in the Tianyuan continent in the early stage, it was nothing after decades. Because there are too few monks of dadaozong, there are only a few hundred registered disciples, and the real sect disciples are less than ten. Therefore, there is no need to worry about many sects.

However, in many scattered practices, Wang Chen's hundred year great change has always been expected.

In the dark, many big forces have frequently made big moves and remain dormant. Some strange friars did not know where they came from, and friars also appeared in Tianyuan continent.

It's just that these friars are all excellent, don't ask about the world, stay somewhere, as if waiting for some opportunity. Rou'er found that these people's strong cultivation is almost unfathomable after she was provoked by the family friars who don't have eyes.

Southern Tianyuan continent, the land of barbarians.

This has always been a forbidden area for monks. Even the proud old ghost in the bottom of his heart warned Wang Chen that the land of Nanman is not a place that monks can go. No matter how high their accomplishments are, they should not go.

In fact, the southern barbarian land is not as terrible as expected, but the barbarian Qi and aura gather here to form a unique area, and the barbarians also work here.

Similar to human beings, barbarians also have the difference between ordinary barbarians and pretty immortals, just like mortals and friars. However, the difference between ordinary Manchus and pretty immortals is not so great, because ordinary Manchus can also practice, but they are much slower in speed, and it is difficult to achieve anything in their life.

On this day, the barbarian immortals gathered together as if they were holding some sacrifice.

In the center, a huge stone statue stands. On the stone statue is a figure of a person. It looks great and magnificent. Countless pretty immortals kneel down under the stone statue and mutter to themselves, praying for something.

Suddenly, a bright light came out of the stone statue. I don't know which void it came from. With endless pressure, a moment later, all the pretty fairies knelt down and crawled.

The stone statue seemed to come alive, and there seemed to be a sound in its mouth.

A moment later, the twelve elders of the barbarians looked surprised and announced in public that the king of the great barbarians had sent a message from the upper world. The foothold of the barbarians in the upper world had been opened up. All the monks of the barbarians could fly to the upper world as long as they practiced properly. From then on, the barbarians opened up and no longer restricted their resources. All the monks of the barbarians could also go out to find resources, but they had to wait for 20 years.

The whole barbarians were boiling and celebrating together.

But no one noticed that the twelve barbarian elders with unfathomable cultivation walked into the most advanced Temple of the barbarian and began to listen to the will of the great Barbarian King.

This is about the lost armor of the barbarians. In about 20 years, this armor will reappear. At that time, the barbarians will have the opportunity to recapture the armor.

The calm undercurrent on the whole continent flows slowly, shrinking its claws and teeth, waiting for the arrival of that moment.