Ding Ning walked past the cable bridge swaying in the wind and walked towards the three thatched cottages hidden in the cracks of the mountain.

Before killing Song Shenshu, he once said to Changsun Qianxue, "There is no difference under the four realms."

However, even if you can really cross the border and defeat your opponent, you may have to pay a considerable price.

Today is sunny. Looking towards Changling, the sky is indescribable.

Looking back at Changling on the way back, the entire city seemed peaceful without disputes. However, in such seemingly calm, countless intrigues and bloodless fights were like the vitality between the world, and extremely chaotic lines were entangled together.

As long as you enter such a game, even the smallest pawn will not be spared. You will definitely be like countless nets and will never be able to wander outside.

This is why in his plan, he had to reach the third realm of True Yuan before he began to show some characteristics and tried to enter the sect that was qualified to participate in the Minshan Sword Sect Examination.

Even though he is the strongest "Nine-Dead Silkworm" in the world, he is just like the young silkworms under mulberry leaves in the silkworm chapter, and he is still too weak to even be exposed to the sun.

In his plan, he needs more patience.

However, Changsun Qianxue was right. After killing Song Shenshu and getting so much news from Song Shenshu, he was uneasy.

Since he had taken the first step, he had no choice and could not think about the dangers and difficulties.

He can only care about the things in front of him.

He clenched his fists silently, then let go, making his mood absolutely calm again, walked across the cable bridge, then pushed open the wooden door of the thatched cottage on the far left and sat on the special futon.

He closed his eyes, and a trace of long-lost spiritual energy slowly penetrated into his body through the cushion under him.

He entered Vipassana directly at a speed that ordinary practitioners could not understand.

Driven by his mind, the five qi in his body slowly flowed into the sea of ​​qi.

Deep below the Qihai Sea, there is a crystal clear space, like a palace made of jade on the bottom of the sea.

This is what the practitioner calls the Jade Palace.

As long as you can sink the five energy into the Jade Palace, you will have reached the level of the middle grade of Tongxuan.

For Ding Ning, as long as he is willing, he can even sink the five energy into the Jade Palace in half a day and break through to the middle level of this first level.

Because his jade palace already exists and does not need to be re-perceived, all he has to do is follow the five qi flow route of "Cutting the Three Corpses and No Self-Natural Nerves", and slowly let the five qi transformed through this technique slowly seep into his Qihai and Yu Palace, so that his Qihai and Yu Palace can also be transformed to a certain extent.

It was just too fast, so when he was talking to Nangong Caishu, he had decided to break through from the first realm to the second realm in one month.

He took a deep breath.

The originally very calm body suddenly changed. Countless tiny silkworms suddenly appeared in his body, and began to swallow the spiritual energy that penetrated into his body in big mouthfuls.

In just a moment, his body seemed to have become extremely dry land.

He carefully controlled it.

He did not let the sound of thousands of silkworms biting in his body. Under his control, a small part of the spiritual energy was not swallowed by these young silkworms, and slowly merged into the five energy in his body.

...

Li Daoji's figure appeared at the door of this thatched cottage.

He stood solemnly, letting his perception pass through the thin door panel and land around Ding Ning.

Ding Ning had deliberately slowed down his cultivation level infinitely, but even so, the occasional aura that fluctuated out when his five qi settled in the sea of ​​qi had already made Li Daoji's brow tremble slightly at this moment.

Thinking of the sword intent displayed by the ridiculous branch before, more strange flames appeared in his eyes.

He turned around and walked towards the gate of Aries Cave.

Outside the gate of Aries Cave, a carriage that can run very quickly has been parked.

Li Daoji's sword was very long. When he entered the carriage, he held the sword in his hand and then crossed it in front of him.

The hilt of the sword emitted a slight red light in front of him. He leaned against the soft pads in the carriage, closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

The carriage ran on the road, but drove towards a place that Ding Ning was very familiar with - Chengdong Fish Market.

The carriage ended up at an entrance to the fish market.

Li Daoji got off the carriage silently and walked slowly into the fish market.

Although the weather is sunny, under the cover of the stacked roofs, most of the places in the deep fish market are still dark and wet, with starry lanterns burning like ghost fire.

Li Daoji seemed very unfamiliar with the roads of the fish market. He walked slowly in the dark and humid streets and alleys for half an hour, and even asked several shops that he finally entered the bottom of the fish market and walked into a stilt house without any signs and no lights inside.

Li Daoji's eyes had completely adapted to this darkness, so when he walked into the stilt house and saw the man with hair on the couch inside, he knew that he had not found the wrong place in the end, and that this man was still alive in the fish market.

"I want to buy a sword."

Li Daoji looked at the man with his hair shining eyes in the dark and said, "I remember you have a broken sword here."

The man with hair was cold and looked at Li Daoji coldly and said coldly: "You are lucky, and this sword is still there."

After saying this, the man with hair was slowly moving his body backwards.

The lower half of the man with hair was covered with a blanket. Until this time, those who entered the stilt house would see that he had no feet.

His legs were broken with knees.

But Li Daoji seemed to have known it for a long time, so his eyes did not stop on the feet of the man with his hair, but just fell under the blanket that had been removed.

Below the blanket is a large black iron sword box.

The man with his hair opened the sword box, flipped it inside for several times, took out a dark green broken sword, and threw it directly at Li Daoji.

Li Daoji reached out and caught the broken sword steadily.

This is a real broken sword about two feet long. The sword body is only as wide as two fingers. The tip of the sword in front is completely cut off by a terrifying force, and even the remaining swords about two feet long are covered with dozens of slender cracks.

However, the material of this sword is a bit special. Although the dark green sword body is also a kind of metal, it has natural silk threads like some crystals and wood, so all the cracks are not horizontal, and they extend along the sword body toward the hilt.

Li Daoji nodded. Seeing that there were some cloth strips on the table in front of the man with disheveled hair, he pulled several randomly, wrapped the broken sword, tied it to his back, then took out a purse and threw it to the man with disheveled hair.

The man with hair was closed on the sword box and looked at Li Daoji who turned around and walked out. A strange sneer suddenly appeared on his face, "You are lucky. No one can look at this broken sword, but I can't understand what made you remember this broken sword that is useless to you. Is it worth it if you lost your life for such a broken sword?"

Li Daoji didn't say anything, he just walked out of the stilt house silently and walked towards the direction where his carriage was parked.

A man in a crimson cotton robe appeared behind him at some point.

The man looked about the same age as Li Daoji. There was a long and narrow sword mark on his left face. Behind him was an extremely wide big sword. The black scabbard was three times wider than the ordinary long sword. The quaint bronze hilt was at least two or three times larger than the ordinary hilt.

The man followed Li Daoji and kept a distance of several meters from Li Daoji. It was impossible for Li Daoji to not discover it when he kept following at such a distance.

However, neither Li Daoji nor the man made any special statement. It was not until Li Daoji walked out of the fish market that the two of them almost stopped at the same time.

"I have told you a long time ago that as long as you dare to leave the Aries Cave, I will definitely kill you." The man in a crimson cotton robe stood at the entrance of the fish market, looking at Li Daoji who was slowly turning around by the carriage, and said extremely coldly.

Li Daoji glanced at the man and still said nothing, but his right hand fell on the hilt of the sword that emitted a slightly red light.

The corners of the man in red robe raised his lips slightly, and a playful expression appeared on his face.

The fish market has its own rules, and even he dares not ignore the rules. However, now that the fish market has been released, he does not need to have any more concerns.

So at the moment when the corners of his lips were slightly raised, he had already taken action.

There was no obvious movement in his body at all. He did not pull out the wide giant sword on his back. However, half of his body burst out with a terrifying aura. A surging true energy gathered the amazing energy of heaven and earth, and poured into his right arm sleeve like a storm.

A shrill roar suddenly sounded in the calm air.

A thin silver-white small sword flew out of his sleeve with an extremely ferocious murderous intent, bringing out countless white vortexes.

Originally, many people around here had noticed the abnormality between the man in red robe and Li Daoji. Some of them even got closer excited. However, when they heard such a roar, these people retreated in horror in an instant.

Because this is a flying sword!

Only cultivators who have reached the fifth level of divine thought can successfully practice the flying sword.

The large amount of mind power, true energy and heaven and earth energy gathered on the flying sword not only brought terrifying speed to the seemingly thin little sword, but also naturally brought terrifying destructive power.

In the battle of such a cultivator, an out-of-control flying sword may instantly pierce more than ten Taoist walls. Even if the person who was unfortunately cut off would not die, at least something would be cut off from his body.

Li Daoji's pupils contracted violently, and the depths of his pupils were filled with the silver-white sword and the airflow behind him, but his face was still extremely calm.
Chapter completed!