Chapter 72 The Third Life Treasure Spirit [Asking for Monthly Votes]

Juggernaut is expecting me?

Fang Wang was secretly surprised. He was hesitant to show his cards directly, but he thought of Zhou Xue's words. There must be a reason why Zhou Xue asked him to remain anonymous.

On the way down, the man in yellow kept talking. Fang Wang thought at first that the man meant to give him some pointers, but later he realized that he was complaining.

After one stick of incense.

Under the leadership of the man in yellow, Fang Wang came to a loft by the lake. The lake area in front of the loft was covered with dense lotus flowers. The water mist was diffuse and looming, adding to the fairyland atmosphere.

"This lake area has natural heavenly spiritual veins, which are buried deep in the ground. The sword master used the sword array to bring them to the surface. You can shape your soul here and stay as long as you want."

After saying these words, the man in yellow turned and left.

Fang Wang bowed his hands and saluted him, then walked onto the wooden platform by the lake. The wooden platform in front of the attic was simple, with a broken bridge directly in front, like a sword piercing the lotus lake area.

Fang Wang did not enter the attic, but walked to the wooden bridge to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him.

The thick fog is thick and hazy, unable to obscure the majestic appearance of the mountains on the other side. The lotus flowers are fluttering slightly in the breeze of the lake. Occasionally, red fish jump out of the lake, as if they want to escape their fate and leap into dragons.

Xiao Zi got out of Fang Wang's arms and climbed towards the attic at the back. Fang Wang didn't stop her and just meditated on the spot.

He had already used his spiritual sense to explore the attic at the back. There was no one inside, and there were no rats or insects. There was no one inhabited within several miles. He was far away from the sword master's sword attendants, so it was quiet and undisturbed here.

While admiring the scenery of Jian Tianze, Fang Wang suddenly fell in love with it. There were no rules and no fights here. It was indeed a good place for practice. Perhaps this was the reason why so many sword cultivators were willing to become sword attendants.

Half an hour later, Fang Wanggang closed his eyes and practiced.

If he wanted to shape his spirit, he first had to sense the spiritual veins of heaven at the bottom of the lake.

As he closed his eyes, the sun set and the moon rose. As the days passed, the fog on the lake surged rapidly, and the sea of ​​clouds in the sky surged violently. It was as if the acceleration button was pressed on the world.

…

A blink of an eye.

A month flies by.

That afternoon, Xiao Zi was lying on a lotus flower to bask in the sun. He suddenly felt something and suddenly looked up. He saw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushing towards him, forming a whirlwind visible to the naked eye, surrounding him.

"Do you really want to shape your soul?"

Xiao Zi was secretly frightened. She thought Fang Wang was fooling Gu Tianxiong before. After all, Fang Wang already had two natal treasures in his hands.

did not expect……

Three Life Treasures...

Xiao Zi thought of a certain legend she saw in the Great Sage Cave, and there was hope in her eyes.

After a month, Fang Wang finally felt the spiritual veins of heaven. His treasure spirit space began to tremble, and he finally found the feeling of shaping the spirit.

He wants to shape his soul now!

Wisps of Xuanyang True Fire overflowed from his body surface, hovered around his body, rushed toward the top of his head, and condensed together.

the other side.

Dozens of miles away by the lake, Gu Tianxiong and several sword cultivators were following a boy walking on the corridor, and one of them was Fang Hanyu.

Fang Hanyu covered his eyes with a black scarf and walked at the back of the team.

Gu Tianxiong was as enthusiastic as ever, and he had a great time chatting with the accompanying sword cultivator.

Fang Hanyu admired the scenery of the lake next to him and remained silent.

After walking around the corner of the corridor, a woman's voice came from the front: "Brother Song, it's time to come out and practice swordsmanship. How long will you be decadent? Although the senior sword master didn't say anything, he has never summoned you, which is already right. You are dissatisfied."

Gu Tianxiong and others shut up and turned around to look. They saw a commoner woman standing in front of the house in front. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail and she had two swords on her waist. She was full of heroism. At this moment, she was standing in front of the door. Frowning.

Seeing Gu Tianxiong and others approaching, she took two steps forward and gave way to them.

The boy nodded slightly towards her and then passed her by.

Everyone passed by the door, and before they had gone far, they heard a sarcastic voice coming from the room: "Practice swords? What's the use? The so-called swordsmanship understanding and swordsmanship heart are nothing at all in front of the treasure spirit level." , God has already set rules for us..."

Song Jinyuan!

The only disciple of the Sword Master!

After hearing his words, everyone remained silent and continued to move forward.

After walking hundreds of steps along the way, a sword cultivator sighed with emotion: "Song Jinyuan returned to Daqi with the sword master. With the sword in his hand, he swept through the disciples of the same realm from the nine major sects. How high-spirited he was, but now he has ended up... …well!"

Another sword cultivator followed and said: "There is no way, Tian Yuan Bao Ling, then Lu Yuanjun can become famous in the world of immortal cultivation with the help of the middle grade Earth Yuan Bao Ling, and can even fight across realms. Such a comparison, it is impossible to imagine the Tian Yuan Bao Ling." How strong."

Other sword cultivators then expressed their emotions. The Tian Yuan Bao Ling has been spread throughout the world of Daqi Immortal Cultivators. In the past two years, Fang Wang's reputation has reached the point where the Immortal Cultivators feel like thunder.

Fang Hanyu was accustomed to walking behind, especially in the past month. Fang Wang's deeds of defeating thirteen top-notch geniuses in the world with one move have been widely spread. The famous deeds of those geniuses have also been dug up again. The more powerful and powerful those geniuses are, the more they understand. Legend, you can feel Fang Wang's incredible even more.

Not only that, the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique also spread. Ten years ago, the secret realm of Jihao Sect appeared in the world. All the sects fought bloody battles for the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique and the Tiangang Holy Body True Skill. In the end, they had to work together to dig out the great secret. Holy Cave Heaven, I didn’t expect that the Nine Dragon Divine Transformation Technique has been obtained by others, or by the peerless genius of Tianyuan Baoling. Some people bluntly said that this is the magic skill choosing its own inheritor.

Although the immortals go against the will of heaven and pursue immortality, the longer they practice, the more they believe in fate.

What is destined to happen will happen, and what is not destined to happen should not be forced.

Fang Hanyu did not feel proud when listening to Fang Wang's legend. He only had infinite fighting spirit in his heart. He wanted to catch up with Fang Wang and fight side by side with him.

Gu Tianxiong began to brag about his daughter's excellent relationship with Fang Wang. Of course, other sword cultivators did not believe it at all.

After walking for a while, the boy finally stopped in front of a door. He turned around and bowed to the door.

"Sword Saint, these people have passed the first round of tests."

The boy said softly. Jian Tianze's sword servants all called the Sword Saint by his name. It is said that this was instructed by the Sword Saint.

Bang——

The door suddenly opened, and a strong wind whistled out, blowing the boy's robe back wildly, and the sword cultivators were shocked and bowed.

Gu Tianxiong bent over and looked up. He saw a figure in white stepping out of the house. He was surrounded by tiny sword shadows. Every step he took left a shadow behind him, as if his soul had left his body. Gu Tianxiong's eyes were wide open.

Sword Saint!

He had a head full of white hair, which was coiled under a white jade crown. His face was ruddy and full of energy. Especially his eyes were bright and energetic, as if there were two little people waving swords in his pupils, and the sword light was overflowing.

"Take them to the sword pool for baptism."

The sword saint threw down these words and turned into a gust of wind and flew away. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the fog on the lake. The sword cultivators turned their heads and saw only the shadows of the sword saint left on the lake. They were transformed by the sword energy.

"Is this the sword saint? I don't know what realm he is in." Fang Hanyu was secretly shocked.

Even in Taiyuanmen, he had never met such a master.

Even if the head of the sect was seeking immortality, he felt that he might not be able to match the sword master.

"Everyone, follow me."

The boy said, and then continued to walk forward. The sword cultivators secretly regretted that they could not meet the sword master directly.

...

On the wooden bridge on the lake, Fang Wang was sitting in meditation. His body was already suspended in the air. He was afraid of igniting the wooden bridge, so he made himself float.

He could turn his body into a magic weapon and then use the sword control technique to fly into the air. This method was very easy for him.

The rolling Xuanyang True Fire condensed above his head, forming a fireball. Waves of heat spread from time to time, shaking the attic and blowing away the fog on the lake.

Xiao Zi stared at Fang Wang closely, his eyes full of expectation.

It did not notice that someone was approaching at the end of the lake behind it. In the majestic fog, a figure slowly walked out. It was the sword master.

The Sword Saint came on the waves, the sword energy around him had disappeared, the whole person's breath was empty, and he was one with nature. His eyes were fixed on Fang Wang, and his white eyebrows were furrowed.

"I seem to have seen this fire somewhere..."

The Sword Saint thought silently, and after thinking for a few breaths, his pupils could not help but dilate.

"Could it be the Xuanyang True Fire? No, how could he have been to that forbidden place with his cultivation..."

The Sword Saint's eyes were fixed on Fang Wang, looking at the treasure spirit above Fang Wang's head, and his eyes showed expectation.

At this moment, Fang Wang's consciousness was looking inward at the treasure spirit space.

The third natal treasure spirit was being shaped!

Regarding the third natal treasure spirit, Fang Wang had already had an idea. He didn't want to create long weapons or short weapons anymore. He wanted to create an auxiliary type of natal treasure spirit.

It would be best if it was a natal treasure spirit with sealing power. Fang Wang always leaned towards sealing in his idea.

But to his disappointment, he failed. Perhaps it was because he did not have a deep understanding of the art of sealing. Although creating a natal treasure spirit depends on imagination, it must be based on his own knowledge. He cannot imagine a power that he has never touched upon. The soul-binding spell is not a pure sealing technique.

Since it is temporarily impossible to create a seal-type treasure spirit, then change one.

He had to create the fourth natal treasure spirit that he had already imagined in advance.

He wanted to create a folding fan!

A folding fan with terrifying wind power, just like the banana fan in Journey to the West. Of course, it is impossible for him to create a banana fan now.

This wind power is not only for objects that exist in the world, but also for souls. He wants this folding fan to have the power to destroy ghosts and capture souls!

The reason for this idea is that he prepared it for Lu Yuanjun and Qingchan Valley, to use the fan to drive away the poisonous fog and destroy everything.

Xuanyang True Fire has the ability to restrain souls, so his idea can be realized.

Gradually, the fireball above his head began to change and gradually condensed into a folding fan.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed to his head frantically, forming a strong wind that blew from all directions with great momentum.

Rolling thunderclouds came from the horizon and rushed towards Jian Tianze, causing the world to gradually fall into darkness.