The words of Fairy Yuqing silenced Luo Shui.

She frowned, her eyes became very complicated, and she was silent.

Her eyes kept changing, apparently all kinds of thoughts flashed in her heart, very suffering and hesitating.

However, after a moment of silence, she nodded firmly.

"Master has been worrying too much. The disciples have planned for this matter for three thousand years, and finally found the most suitable heir.

Now that we are only one step away from success, how can we be merciful? "

Fairy Yuqing nodded, and said earnestly, "Okay, since you have decided, I won't persuade you as a teacher.

I just hope that no matter what the future outcome is, you will not regret it! "

There is something in Fairy Yuqing's words, referring to the love between Luoshui and Sword God.

Although Fairy Yuqing has always lived in the Yuqing Heaven, he has never appeared in front of the world, let alone saw the sword god.

But she also knew that Luoshui had a close relationship with the sword **** back then, better than a Taoist couple.

Luoshui said with a firm expression: "Master, don't worry, disciples will definitely not affect our plans for the sake of their children's personal affection."

Fairy Yuqing stopped discussing the matter, nodded and said: "Well, you will go back to the secret room to retreat and heal.

After you leave the customs, the teacher will take out the divine bead and give it to you. "

After the incident was revealed, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became much more relaxed.

Luo Shui asked with concern: "Master, in the past three hundred years, how are the sixteen juniors and junior sisters in their cultivation progress?"

Fairy Yuqing was taken aback, and said indifferently: "Not sixteen, now there are only fifteen.

They are still the same, they haven't made much progress for three hundred years, they are still in the martial sage realm, and there is no one who breaks through the **** realm.

As a teacher, he established a school for five thousand years and taught dozens of talented disciples.

But in the end, you are the only one who can break through the divine realm! "

Yu Qingtian has rules, whether he is a disciple or a servant, he only needs to enter and not to leave.

Unless you can break through the divine realm, you are qualified to go to sea and walk outside.

Luo Shui suddenly frowned, and asked in confusion, "There are only fifteen disciples? What happened? Did someone die?"

Fairy Yuqing said with a majestic expression: "It's not a premature death. The twelve disciples have violated the clean rules and precepts of this school and have been expelled from the door wall."

Luoshui thought for a while, and asked: "Little Twelve? Master said, that the self-proclaimed wine saint and the unrestrained character Wenren Junior Brother was driven out of Yu Qingtian?"

Fairy Yuqing nodded and said, "Who else could he be? Forget it, let's not talk about it.

You just came back, go to retreat and heal your injuries.

After your injury is healed, go to give pointers to those juniors and juniors..."

Luo Shui bowed his hand, said obedience, then bowed.

...

Time flies, and the years pass silently.

After the Fatian tribe occupied the Luoshui Divine Kingdom, they fell silent and kept recuperating.

In Beiming Mountain, several demon saints are busy selecting soldiers and generals, selecting the most elite warriors.

The situation in Shenwu Continent has stabilized and is still very calm for the time being.

The pain and haze caused by the war have gradually disappeared.

Four months passed quickly.

Nine days and ten unique towers, in the sixth space.

After sixteen years of practice in retreat, Ji Tianxing finally tempered his divine body into the body of Thunder God.

But this is only the second step in tempering the divine body.

He rested for a while and continued to practice again, tempering his divine body into a heavenly sword body.

Now, he has already practiced the sword intent of the sky.

Every move and every style contains the will of swordsmanship that penetrates the sky and the earth, which is almost a god.

At his level, sword intent is not only a momentum, but a power that affects the world.

He cultivated the way of the sword soul, integrated the magical powers of the sword into the body, and constantly tempered the sword body.

Although the process of cultivation is painful, it is also very difficult.

But he is not afraid of hardships and dangers, putting everything aside, and constantly getting stronger with a strong will.

Half a year, one year, two years, three years...

Before I knew it, fifteen years passed.

He finally became a sword body through the sky!

The divine body became taller, burly and sturdy, filled with a domineering, sacred and majestic aura.

Upon closer inspection, you will find that not only has his body changed, but his appearance has also changed slightly.

If you know the Sword God, you will find that Ji Tianxing's current appearance is no different from the Sword God back then.

Of course, this is only a superficial change.

The inner change cannot be seen, but it is real.

He has condensed his special divine power and special divine body, and he is very close to the realm of Martial God!

Today, his strength and methods have also been increased several times, becoming mysterious and powerful!

"Only the last step is to condense the blood!

As long as the blood is successfully condensed, I can completely transform into a **** of war! "

Ji Tianxing murmured secretly, his eyes showed a deep look of expectation.

He sacrificed the Heaven Burial Sword, and his figure flashed into the sword world, appearing above a deep valley.

The deep valley a few hundred miles around was sealed by a huge multicolored mask.

It was a large array of gods, shining with colorful brilliance, and fluctuating with powerful divine power.

There is no doubt that it is the Tomb of Jian Shenyang!

Ever since Ji Tianxing found Yang Tomb in Tiantianjian ~lightnovelpub.net~, he has not been in it.

One is that he is not in the realm of strength, and he can't open Yang Tomb at all.

Second, he knew very well what was hidden in the tomb of Yang.

Therefore, he does not need to open the Yang Tomb in advance to check the situation inside.

Only like now, he needs to use the things in the tomb of Yang, will he open it.

Funeral said a long time ago.

If Ji Tianxing can't open the large seal formation of Yang Tomb, he only needs to collect materials to help Funeral Tian restore it into a divine tool.

Funeral Heaven can help him by helping him open the seal formation of Yang Tomb.

Today, Funeral Sky has been restored into a divine tool.

Ji Tianxing also recovered most of his memory and possessed divine power.

He didn't need Funeral's help at all, and he could easily start the big formation.

"Huh!"

Ji Tianxing landed outside the colorful mask, pinched the magic art in both hands, hit the bright golden light, and poured it into the mask.

Suddenly, the mask with a radius of three hundred li waved, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

After a while, a wide portal cracked on the mask.

Ji Tianxing finished casting the spell, stepped across the light gate and entered the big formation.

What appeared before his eyes was a ground paved with gray bricks.

Thousands of steps away is a huge mountain tomb, made of black rocks.

In front of the mausoleum, there is a black tombstone as high as thousands of feet, on which is written four characters of dragons and phoenix dancing.

It's not the four words ‘Tomb of the Sword God’, but—life toward death!

No one understands why these four characters are written on the tombstone of the Sword God Tomb.

Only Ji Tianxing knew what kind of mood he was in when he carved these four characters.

He stood quietly in front of the tombstone, looking up at the four characters on the tombstone, showing the color of memories, and was silent for a long time.

(End of this chapter)