Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 147 The fusion of hearts and swords and the sharp edge

"Junior Brother Wu?"

The other party shouted in surprise, and Wu Meng looked equally confused.

For a moment, he had an uneasy feeling of being seen through. However, as soon as his thoughts changed, the other party's voice naturally answered his question.

A familiar face appeared in his mind.

He pulled away and asked in surprise: "Wang Xumeng?"

The other party didn't reply.

It was too late, but it took only a moment. Although he stopped the spell in time, after all, the method suddenly appeared and he had no idea of ​​holding back.

At this time, the fragrance of flowers burst into the air, the shadows of fragrant grass and trees swayed dimly, and three charming lotus flowers appeared out of thin air, creating ripples in the air.

Not only that, the phantom is spreading, and three more shadowy flowers are about to take shape.

Behind Wang Xumeng, the crane changes form, has independent wings, and changes into a posture of holding its wings and guarding one.

As soon as it took shape, a ten-foot-long crimson talisman appeared out of thin air, with lines like fire and chains.

Ding!

The talisman trembled, splashing hundreds of bright sparks, and each point turned into a thumb-sized talisman in mid-air.

Wow!

The three flowers were burned one after another under the cluster of sparks.

Wang Xumeng's breathing was a little rapid, but he didn't dare to stop. He looked at the other three flower shadows that were slowly dissipating, and then released his breath.

She looked at Wu Meng with uncontrollable astonishment.

"...It's me. I really didn't expect to meet my junior brother in this way."

"This is not the place to talk. Junior brother, come with me."

……

Lean slightly.

On the edge of Penghui City, there is a row of connected simple houses.

A certain room.

Wu Meng and Wang Xumeng, whose figure was revealed, sat across the table.

The table is made of bamboo strips. There are no chairs, but two identical bamboo and rattan round stools.

"Cough cough..."

Wang Xumeng frowned, covered her mouth and coughed a few times, her face flushed abnormally: "This is the basic situation..."

Wu Meng looked at the person in front of him.

The delicate and beautiful face in the past now has a touch of evil aura, and his eyes are wandering around, with a three-pointed and breathtaking power.

With her current aura, ordinary qi cultivators wouldn't even dare to look at her.

However, relying on the little understanding he had in his early years, Wu Meng felt deep fatigue and weakness under the other person's hard shell.

"So, when I took the photo of Huayang Chunshui, you mistakenly thought that I was Meng Haoyi's person?"

As he spoke, he took out a jar of fruit juice from the storage bag and put it on the bamboo and rattan table.

Immediately, he took two more white jade cups and pushed them towards the other party.

"Sister, do you still remember those tricks about drinking fruit wine?"

Wang Xumeng seemed not to have expected this at all. He was stunned for a few breaths, then nodded with a smile in his eyes.

"Of course I remember..."

She put an ice crystal into the jade cup and said, "I like it the most...ice. I remember it's called that, right?"

She drank seven or eight cups in a row, and her breath was filled with mist, and then she stopped embarrassedly.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes flickered, her thoughts drifted far away for a while, and the turbulent lake in her heart was not as calm as it seemed.

This Junior Brother Wu can be said to be the Yunyao Sect that she personally introduced.

Although more than twenty years have passed, the past scenes are still vivid in our minds.

Looking back on that day, as soon as they met, she noticed that the other party was thoughtful and even guessed a bit about Wu Meng's 'use' of Luo Qingbao.

After that, his impression was fixed on the genius of alchemy.

Probably as a half-guide, she visited Wu Meng several times and drank a few glasses of fruit wine. The image of him in her mind became more innocent and indifferent.

Immortality is worth fighting for. To this end, Wang Xumeng had made insinuations several times.

Looking back now, her cheeks can't help but feel hot, considering her mental endurance.

Of course, embarrassment is only one of them, and the overwhelming feeling of shock in my heart is the main one.

Thinking of the previous three-flower puppetry technique and the divine consciousness technique, she was also frightened. Normally, if a late-stage monk faced them, they would hardly be able to fight back.

And all this only took a mere twenty years...

Wang Xumeng's thoughts were racing when Wu Meng's voice brought her back to reality.

"Meng Haoyi, is that the one on the Young Immortal Picture who first killed the tiger demon with his flying sword and then attacked Elder Lingyun secretly?"

"Correct!"

Wang Xumeng nodded: "This person is not from the Three Continents. According to my observation, he practices the Heaven-Slaying Sect and the Heart Sword method."

"Heart-Refining Sword?"

Wu Meng came to the "Three Lives of the Way", and this method also belongs to the "Three Lives of the Way".

The only difference from Heyuan Spiritual Cultivation is that the second level is called the original correlation, and the third level is the perfect level.

As a comparison, the second level of Heyuan spiritual practice is the perfect level, and the third level is the essential level.

To put it simply, the first level is all Yuandao level, while the order of the second and third level is reversed.

Wu Meng recalled.

In the first level of the Heart-Refining Sword, there are two ways to practice. One is the most superior, which is to obtain the sword blank and integrate the state of mind into the sword blank.

Forge the sword with your heart, and use the sword to bear your heart.

If there is no sword blank, you can only use the inferior method of pure state of mind. When you reach the perfect level, you can then add the sword blank.

The biggest difference between these two methods is strength.

If there is a sword blank, the upper limit of the strength of the monks in the first level is extremely high, which is terrifying, and can be ranked at the forefront among all the cultivation methods.

And if there is no sword blank, there happens to be the best comparison object, that is the heavenly warrior.

That's right, the strength of the first-level monks without a sword is not much different from that of the heavenly warriors, or even slightly inferior.

"Meng Hao is still in the first level, right?"

Wu Meng asked subconsciously.

"The first level? Are you talking about the method of dividing realms beyond the three continents?"

Wang Xumeng was a little confused.

The other party didn't seem to understand it very well, and Wu Meng didn't explain too much. Instead, he took out the "Three Lives Taoist Collection" and started to investigate it carefully.

Leaning slightly, his eyes lit up.

found it!

There is a description of the first stage of the Heart-Refining Sword in the book. According to what it says, the heart-sword blends together and the sword's power arises on its own.

The power of the sword is the most critical aspect of this practice, the source of its power, and its importance is comparable to the spiritual power of Heyuan Spiritual Cultivation.

The unique thing about sword power is that it can be accumulated. The stronger the monk's state of mind, the stronger the accumulated sword power will be.

Therefore, it is especially important for monks of the Heart Refining Sword to accumulate potential.

On the contrary, if the power of his sword can be cut off, his strength will naturally be greatly reduced.

Thinking of this, Wu Meng asked: "Are you saying that Meng Haoyi's strength plummeted after he struck out with that sword, and that's why he was hunted down to this point?"

Wang Xu dreamed for a while: "I chased him all the way, at least he couldn't kill me."

That's right.

Meng Haoyi's sword could not be struck at will. He needed to accumulate the power of the sword to its peak before he could swing it.

In this case, now is the best time to kill this person.

Once he finds an opportunity and is ready to go, I am afraid that few people in the Qi training realm can contain him.

Just killing the person included in the Young Immortal Picture is not easy!

"I would also like to ask senior sister, how is my master Song Mang?"

he asked, shaking his head.

(End of this chapter)