Chapter 522: Taking the body as the embryo, the god as the soul, and the infinite sword energy enters the body to refine the body!

"Arrogant, so arrogant. Such a arrogant person will die without a place to die if he doesn't live long!" Some cultivators who have resentment towards Yi Chu and the Blood-Crafting Sect cursed after hearing the news.

Some sects that had some friendship with the Blood-Crafting Sect were originally planning to have a relationship with Yi Chu, but the occurrence of this incident made them amazed and thought that it would be better to be less provoked by such people.

The world was dull for a long time, and it became restless because of the occurrence of this incident. Various reactions came from waves to waves. Various versions of rumors were wisps from east to west, like a hurricane with unknown directions, constantly spreading towards the four directions. At the center of this storm was Yi Chu, who rose rapidly like a comet on the vast land of China.

Before the Blood-Crafting Sect, a battle decided to belong to the beautiful map of mountains and rivers, and even swept across all directions with this strong storm.

The vast mountains stand on the endless earth, just like the only monarch in heaven and earth, looking down at the common people and judging life and death. Standing on the plain and looking up at the towering peaks, people involuntarily give birth to a hint of surrender.

Submit, surrender to this extremely tall and majestic mountain.

Taihao sacred mountain, thousands of residents living on this land, will see endless reverence in their eyes when they look at this everlasting giant mountain. And the legends about gods are even more magical and endless.

The immortal who runs on the sword and flying immortals, the immortal who flys on the clouds and fog, the immortal who turns stones into gold, the immortal who resurrects the dead..., various versions of legends have formed endless beliefs, and this belief is to face this sacred mountain and the Taihao Gate above this sacred mountain.

Taihao Sect, a sect of gods, as long as you enter this sect, it will be a god-like existence. I wonder how many people have abandoned their family and business for the three words Taihao Sect, just to find a glimmer of opportunity on this sacred giant mountain.

However, most of the time they enter the mountain, they will involuntarily walk out and cannot reach the depths of this giant mountain. Although they have not entered, there are more and more legends about the depths of this endless sacred mountain.

At this time, deep in the huge sacred mountain, there was an extremely huge valley that could not be seen at first sight, and there was a calm young man sitting calmly, silent and moving, like a sculpture.

This young man is Zhao Yishan.

At the foot of Zhao Yishan, various swords filled the entire mountain in a mess. These swords were long and short, and extremely sharp. They looked like magic weapons and weapons of autumn water, and some were rusty, as if they could turn into broken copper and ragged iron when touched.

There are a wide variety of swords piled up in the valley that cannot be seen at first sight. No one knows how many swords are there, and no one knows how so many swords accumulate here.

Could it be that Taihao Sect once gathered all the swords in the world here? Otherwise, how could there be so many swords here? But although there are many swords here, at first glance, no one can compare to the Changhong that Zhao Yishan used in the past, and it is even less than the fallen star he uses now.

The sky is full of murderous intent, the falling star is moving and the falling star is one of the nine flying swords in the world.

Lost Changhong, Zhao Yishan and Luoxing, but why did he sit quietly here without speaking? Is it practicing martial arts or...

The sun had just fallen into the ridge. On the ridge in the distance, countless dark dots jumped, light and soft, and the wind blew, connecting these dots into a big net. At this time, the sky light darkened under the action of this big net, and stars appeared in the sky. In the meantime, there were streams of vague mist slowly rising from the swords. These mists flashed with a faint silver light, competing with the stars in the sky.

"Taking the body as the embryo, the god as the soul, the infinite sword energy enters the body to refine the body." A faint voice suddenly came out of Zhao Yishan's mouth. With this shout, the 365 acupoints on Zhao Yishan's body suddenly shattered, and the yin-colored mist that rose in the air turned into light columns, flying towards the 365 acupoints and flew wildly towards the 365 acupoints.

Every beam of light flashed with cold light, extremely cold and fierce. Every beam of light was like a peerless sword, slashing the world.

The three hundred and sixty-five pillars of light were like three hundred and sixty-five sword lights, which hit Zhao Yishan's body. Zhao Yishan, who had shattered 365 acupoints, showed an unspeakable pain on his face as the 365 sword lights entered his body. However, he still gritted his teeth tightly, and slowly brought the surging sword energy into his body while urging his hands.

On the cliff thousands of feet from the valley, a figure in white clothes was looking at Zhao Yishan who was absorbing the sword energy into his body. A faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

But behind this man in white, a middle-aged Taoist in his forties had a look of worry. His expression on his face was unpredictable, sometimes as bright as a flower, sometimes as dark as an ancient well, but his eyes remained unchanged, staring at Zhao Yishan intently, his eyes as bright as lightning.

"Junior brother, if you are not calm, don't stay here. Yishan's cultivation this time depends entirely on himself. If he can't pass this level, no one can help him." The man in white did not look back at all, but the middle-aged Taoist frowned, his every move, and his little bit of subtleness, was in his eyes and could see it!

The middle-aged Taoist did not show any unhappy look at the accusation of the man in white. However, the worry on his face became more and more respectful, and he whispered: "Senior Brother, I was wrong!"

This middle-aged Taoist, even if he stamped his feet, he could make a great evil force tremble. At this time, it is difficult to connect the dim and anxious person in front of him with the unruly person, just like a child who has done something wrong.

There is only one person who can make this person so obedient in Taihao Sect, that is, Taihao Sect leader Nishui Han! Nishui Han is peerless in style, and he has rarely lost his life. There are too many people in charge of the affairs of Taihao Sect, but none of these arrogant masters dare to show a hint of arrogance in front of Nishui Han.

This is the unique style of the Taihao Sect leader Nishuihan.

"If jade is not carved, it will not become a weapon. Although this sentence is very old-fashioned, it has made sense from ancient times to the present. Yishan is a natural swordsman I have seen. His practice on the swordsmanship can be said to be twice the result with half the effort. However, if he wants to achieve great success, he still needs to be tempered. For him, I specially accepted the disciple Yin Ge as a whetstone for him. What caught me off guard was that the child actually died in Guangyanbeisha!"

When talking about the death of his disciple, the first person in Taihao Sect did not look at any regret on his face, as if he was dead, and he was originally an irrelevant person. You should know that although Fang Yinge is not as good as Yi Chu and others, he is also a rare genius in a century. Any sect will cultivate such a disciple with all his heart. However, in his eyes of Nishui Han, he was just a whetstone used as a prop.

"I originally thought there was something missing. I was planning to find another whetstone, but I didn't expect that Xue Mingzi would come out of nowhere. OK, very good. Not only did he defeat a mountain head-on, he also took over the beautiful map of mountains and rivers." At this point, a smile appeared on Nishuihan's mouth.

This smile was not a angrily laugh, but a real joy. I slapped my slap, but only the two of them could hear the shaking sound of the slap.

"Miscellaneous, it's really amazing! After this blow, Yishan will put away his pride and cheer up. Only in this way can I put Taihao Sect in his hands in the future."

When the middle-aged Taoist heard the beautiful pictures of mountains and rivers, the corners of his mouth subconsciously twitched. He was about to kneel down to apologize, but found that he could no longer move at some point!

"A rust sword, if you sharpen an ordinary stone, it may be brilliant, but a peerless sword requires a specific whetstone to burst out light and shine in Jiuzhou. The Blood Mingzi is the best whetstone in a mountain, and it is no better than that. The way of the Heart Sword, using the Heart to control the sword, although it is life-threatening and difficult to practice, it is extremely powerful and can make the combat power of a mountain far exceed that of the masters of the same level."

If Yi Chu heard this Nishuihan treat him as a whetstone in his conjecture, he would not know what he would feel. However, this terrifying words were said from Nishuihan's mouth, which would be very common and would not be shocked at all.

The sword light on Zhao Yishan's body slowly contracted. Zhao Yishan's body, which was sitting cross-legged in the void, had turned silver at some point, and surging sword intents continued to burst out from Zhao Yishan's body.

"Based on people, cast my sword body!" A voice like thunder suddenly spit out from Zhao Yishan's mouth. With this shout, sword pillars suddenly burst out from Zhao Yishan's whole body. Zhao Yishan's entire person was like a huge sword ball, firing endless sword lights in all directions.

The endless flying swords under the huge valley shook wildly at this moment. Almost instant, all the swords rose into the air and gathered wildly towards Zhao Yishan. These swords, one by one, faced the ground, as if they were paying homage to the emperor in the sword.

The thousand-foot void and endless spiritual energy circling wildly in the air, and the endless power was pressing straight from Zhao Yishan's body.

"The way of the Heart Sword has finally been completed!" Looking at the unrivaled middle-aged Taoist, his voice was filled with endless joy.

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