After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 210 209. Equivalent to the God, Ready to Go (5.3K words - Please subscribe)
Shanshi Song Yan felt himself getting stronger and was filled with excitement.

brush!
The sword covered with rusty peach blossoms fell again!

The female cultivator opposite, with evil energy flowing all over her body, woodenly drew out the sword in her body and went to meet the enemy.

Her swordsmanship might not be weak, but she herself was far inferior to that of the good corpse Song Yan.

Song Yan's sword was like a steel bar falling from the sky, cutting down a piece of straw.

laugh!
Bang!
The female cultivator's sword broke, and her body was split in two, but the two sides of her face were still connected. The two sides of her face seemed to have stopped struggling, and she cried out in pain, "Help me."

"You can't be saved, just die in peace!"

Song Yan replied, then swung the rusty sword and cut the monster female cultivator into eight pieces. Then he felt the sword intent entering his body and secretly used his all-knowing wisdom to speed up the absorption.

After this absorption, he immediately knew that the monster in the courtyard was called "Rusty Sword Slave".

In other words, his current state is not far from being a "Rusty Sword Slave". Once he can no longer hold on and cannot evacuate this place in time, he will become one of these monsters and wander in this strange and empty courtyard for a long time.

In a moment, he locked onto another sword slave.

Step forward and swing your sword.

dead!
Absorb the sword intent, and then use the wisdom of all heavens to speed up the digestion.

When it was finished, he looked at the sword slave again.

Song Yan swung his sword again.

dead!
He repeated the action mechanically.

And in this action, the Withered Leaf Sword Master, Granny Meng, and the Medicine House on the Misty Sea behind him were all blown away by the wind like a gust of dust, completely disappearing without a trace.

Song Yan tilted his head slightly and glanced at the disappearing Red Leaf Island without any emotional fluctuations.

After all this journey, couldn't he still tell the difference between what is true and what is false?

Instead of being sad about the past, it is better to hold the weapon tightly in your hand and fight a bloody path to the future.

"Die to me!!"

when!
This time, he actually met a tough guy.

It was a rusted sword slave with a fat body, standing in his way, looking like he wanted to kill him as well.

But Song Yan did not retreat, and the two started fighting each other.

未几
Bang!
The fat sword slave had his sword cut off.

He was about to resist, but Song Yan didn't give him any chance. He cut off his arm and then chopped off his head, sending it flying.

The rich sword intent transformed from the fat sword slave into thick ink and poured into the seven orifices of the good corpse Song Yan, causing his body to become fatter as well.

The good corpse Song Yan continued to fight and walk day and night, and as he killed people, he sometimes felt dizzy and sometimes clear-headed. The progress of "Introduction to the Small Heavenly Dao Characters" was also slowly advancing.

Three years passed in a flash.

However, Song Yan's wisdom has already spanned six thousand years.

For a normal cultivator, it would take at least ten years or even dozens of years to digest the sword intent gained from killing a sword slave. Adding the time of drowsiness, it would take at least thousands of years just to pass through this courtyard, and that was assuming everything went smoothly, without injury or failure. But for a person with great wisdom, the digestion time was only a moment.

On this day, Song Yan finally dragged his fat body out of the courtyard of the Heart Demon Sword Prison.

He felt that he was in good condition, so he continued to move forward and came to a corridor.

As for this corridor, Ling Handeng had told him about it.

If you visualize the second painting "Outside the Hall" of "Visualization of the Heart Demon Sword Prison", you will appear directly here.

As soon as I entered this corridor, a pitch-black sword-grinding stone appeared before my eyes.

At this time, Song Yan, the good corpse who had become a giant like a meat mountain, came to the sword-grinding stone holding a rusty sword.

He looked at the rusty sword in his hand, then at the whetstone, then strode forward.

As soon as he arrived at the sword-grinding stone, he saw a dying soul lying under the stone. The soul was white and clean, and looked like a young boy. When the boy saw him appear, his face changed drastically. He smiled bitterly and said, "I can't be so unlucky." Then he pinched his fingers and suddenly disappeared.

Shanshi Song Yan sensed it briefly and found that the young man had completely disappeared from here.

He guessed the answer in a flash: the young man was probably a Divine Infant cultivator from the Sword Alliance or some other force, who came here to visualize the "Diagram outside the Hall" of the Sword Prison Heart Demon, so he could come in and out of this place.

But all they could go was "outside the door", "outside the hall", or "outdoors", so when they saw this monster coming out of the "door", they would be so scared that they would run away quickly.

Song Yan came to the black sword whetstone, closed his eyes silently, and said to himself, "I will practice with this thing."

In a moment, the words "Six Desires Sword Stone" popped out.

He continued to deduce.
However, it took a thousand years of wisdom for all the peach rust on his sword to peel off, and his obese physique also sweated profusely in the process, thus magically condensing and becoming dense.

He woke up and his evil thoughts disappeared. It seemed that he had gone through a cycle from "outside the door" to "outside the hall", a cycle from normal to depravity and then to recovery.

Song Yan thought about it for a moment and immediately understood.

In the Sword Town, there is a long river of swordsmanship as the positive side, and there is also the sword prison of the inner demon as the negative side.

The two penetrate each other, and this "Six Desires Sword Stone" is probably the product of the long river of swordsmanship projected here.

Only those who successfully passed through the Heart Demon Sword Prison Courtyard could use this sword stone to sharpen themselves and regain clarity.

He sensed it carefully and found that his current level of cultivation in the "Sword-Devouring Transformation Technique" had far surpassed that of the late Divine Infant master who called himself Qiu Baiwei.

And he could roughly guess the reason why the Divine Infant went crazy in the late stage.

I think he thought he was powerful enough to enter the gate, but was infected and turned into a Rusty Sword Slave during the fight. However, he still managed to maintain some sanity, and slowly left the courtyard and came to the Sword Testing Stone. Then, he used the "visualization method" to escape in the opposite direction and returned to the human world, but he became crazy because of it.

As for him, if his soul was not far superior to that of a normal late-stage Divine Infant, he would probably have suffered the same fate as Qiu Baiwei after entering the courtyard.

In fact, this trial was not originally prepared for Divine Infant cultivators, but for Divine Transformation cultivators.

He was able to get through because of the strength of his soul.

Now that it has passed, Song Yan has gained a lot.

He could feel that his spiritual power had reached a higher level. Even though the "Four Truths Demon Monk" had not made any further progress and the "Five Locks of the Demon Mother" had not reached the maximum of nine, the power brought by completing the "Heart Demon Sword Prison Courtyard Experiment" had thoroughly pushed his soul power to the level of incarnation.

Coupled with his body that is comparable to a "corpse goblin from the underworld", although his realm has not yet been improved, he is no different from a true deity in terms of both body and soul.

And if he were to break through to the God Transformation stage, he would directly leap up to become the best in the God Transformation stage. Although he might not be invincible in the same realm, he would be the most terrifying one.

At this time, Song Yan looked deeper along the corridor and saw a towering black sect palace in the clouds in the distance.

Obviously, the sect palace is the "hall" of the "Heart Demon Sword Prison" and is also the second trial here.

"return."

Song Yan was not too excited and decided to stop while he was ahead.

The good corpse slowly turned around and returned to its original body.

The feeling of complete spirituality made him feel relaxed both physically and mentally.

Song Yan spent a few more days consolidating his new strength, then he lay down on the cracked ground and looked up at the stars.

He emptied his mind, raised his hand, and pointed at the stars with his fingers.

Knowing that there is nothing outside the sky, he still lights up those fake stars that come from nowhere, silently chanting "one, two, three".
He counted for a long time, then turned his head slightly to look at Ling Xiaoxiao who was concentrating on practicing, and the group of monsters around them.

"Little."

he shouted.

Ling Xiaoxiao opened her eyes upon hearing the voice and replied, "Senior Brother?"

Seeing that she was not practicing, Song Yan pulled the petite girl over.

Ling Xiaoxiao had actually already accepted the fact that this old demon was her Taoist partner, but at this moment, her eyes were nervously looking at the many monsters around her. Even without saying anything, her eyes were full of "Brother, so many beasts are watching us."

Song Yan laughed.

He just pulled the little girl into his arms, let her little head rest on his arm, and watched the stars with him, that was all.

This is what he does to relax after every training or battle.

Before coming out of the Tianzun Secret Realm, he transformed into a mortal and relaxed for a while in the capital of Yao Kingdom, Jinyu Kingdom.

Now that he has passed the "First Trial of the Heart Demon Sword Prison", he naturally needs to relax.

At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling of traveling through time and space and attending evening self-study classes, and then chatting with female classmates during breaks.

So, he asked, "Xiao Xiao, what do you like to eat?"

Ling Xiaoxiao thought about it and felt that the old demon's question must not be that simple, so she asked tentatively: "Xuanye Pill?"

Song Yan nodded and said, "I see."

Ling Xiaoxiao laughed “Hehe”.

Song Yan said: "Did you bring it yourself?"

Ling Xiaoxiao said seriously: "Brother, don't worry. In order to help the Han Deng Patriarch break through as soon as possible, I will take this kind of elixir regularly and I will never forget!"

Song Yan suddenly smiled mischievously and said, "Then why don't you ask me?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "So what does Senior Brother like to eat?"

Song Yan said: "Meat!"

After saying this word, he jumped up, turned around, selected a fat sheep-shaped monster among the monsters, grabbed it directly, and then skillfully cleaned and grilled it.

Ling Xiaoxiao watched all this almost as if she were in a dream.

Normally, killing monsters in a group of monsters would inevitably cause great chaos, but when senior brother did this, the monsters did not react at all.

Not to mention the monsters, even Ling Xiaoxiao is the same.

In her previous perception, the demon sheep was clearly a demon beast at the Crimson Palace level, but in the blink of an eye, its aura turned into that of an ordinary sheep.

The death of an ordinary sheep would not cause any reaction from any monster or monk, because no one would make a fuss over the death of an ant on the ground. "Old. Senior brother. This is terrible."

Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes widened.

The harmony and silence at this moment only serve to highlight the eerie horror.

Soon, she smelled the fragrance and saw the sizzling mutton on the grill.

She reacted immediately.

Not only her, but the monsters were also attracted by the fragrance. They raised their green eyes and stared straight at the source of the fragrance.

But after just a glance, they all lowered their heads and continued to practice.

In their eyes, the one sitting in front of the demon mutton, ready to enjoy the delicacy, was an extremely terrifying and powerful being.

"Changing aura" is just a little trick of Song Yan.

He can create, change, and hide his aura at will. This method is almost undetectable as long as the spiritual power is not far greater than his.

At the beginning, the murderous monk was teased by him; even the demon mother Su Yao was constantly distracted by his little tricks, let alone these monsters?
"fragrant!"

Song Yan sighed, then took out a jar of wine and started drinking the wine while eating the golden roasted lamb.

Ling Xiaoxiao swallowed.

Who can understand the feeling of not eating meat for three years?
"fragrant!!"

Song Yan chewed it with big mouthfuls again, and the mutton burst with juice after every bite.

At this moment, a voice sounded beside him.

"Senior brother."

"Call me Senior Brother."

"Ah? Did you hear that?"

"Who told you to mutter whatever you think of?" Song Yan glanced at her unhappily and said, "Is it not okay to think about it in your mind? Do you think that if you speak in a low voice, others won't hear you?"

"Oh" Ling Xiaoxiao nodded.

Song Yan pointed to the side and said, "Sit down and eat together."

Ling Xiaoxiao showed a delighted expression and said, "Senior Brother, you are such a good person!"

She ate it with a slurp, and said as she ate, "Brother, your cooking is really delicious."

Suddenly, she noticed the whole monster skin hanging on the old tree beside her.

The skin was scraped clean, all the grease gone, and it swayed in the night breeze like a sheet hung out to dry.

Ling Xiaoxiao was straightforward and asked directly: "Brother, what is this for?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "You can practice here for the next few days. I'm nearby and have some things to do."

"what?"

Ling Xiaoxiao opened her mouth wide.

Song Yan said: "Don't worry, it's almost the same as being by your side."

Half a month later.
Wow~
Wow~~~
In a cave on the cliff of Qingfeng Valley, the shadow puppets were shaken out and, when smooth, spread out on a black stone table.

Song Yan sat cross-legged in front of the stone table, gazing at the shadow puppets in the moonlight.

On the stone wall not far away, there were shadow puppets swaying violently in the night wind.

These are Song Yan’s recent achievements.

He stared at the shadow puppet for a long time, and then a person appeared in front of him. He then picked up his pen and began to draw the god's image.

"Painted Skin and Deformed Soul" is a conventional method of making leather. First the skin is made, and then the soul is summoned. The strength of the shadow puppet is related to the skin.

"The Divine Appearance Requiem" is the reverse operation. First there are causal fragments, then there are shadow puppets. The strength of the shadow puppet is related to the causal fragments, but the prerequisite is that you must be able to draw the target's divine appearance.

The former has been eliminated by Song Yan due to its limited cortical strength.

The latter, as it is difficult to depict the deity, has not been used since the creation of the underworld corpse monster.

But now, Song Yan feels it necessary to make a batch.

at this time
As he put pen to paper, an elegant and otherworldly goddess in green came to life on the paper. Her delicate face was calm, and her eyes were ethereal and noble, but she was hiding a deep conspiracy within.

He was painting Tang Ningxin's portrait.

Back then, in the secret realm, he had lived with Tang Ningxin for many years and was still able to grasp her appearance and demeanor.

Of course.
First time. Failure.

Song Yan was not discouraged. He tried several times and finally succeeded on the sixth time.

He took out one evil thought after another from the huge stock of the King of Demonic Treasures and poured them into the shadow puppets.

Slowly, a shadow puppet with 60% to 70% of Tang Ningxin's strength appeared.

Song Yan threw out a silver mask.

Tang Ningxin put on the shadow puppet, and then stood silently behind Song Yan under its control.

Song Yan continued to produce.

The second shadow puppet is himself.

After spending some time, he mastered the art of making the shadow puppet Song Yan.

Shadow puppet Song Yan also wears a mask.

For the third shadow puppet, Song Yan thought for a moment and then started drawing.

Soon, a cold and beautiful female cultivator in white fluttering clothes, with a disdainful look and swords in her sleeves appeared on the shadow puppet.

Long Muyun is the strongest existence among all the divine images he could possibly draw.

After failing more than ten times, Long Muyun finally drew the shadow puppet.

A sense of accomplishment arose in Song Yan's heart.

The fact that he was able to draw Long Muyun meant that his strength had actually surpassed Long Muyun, otherwise, he would have suffered backlash by now.

Dawn and sunset alternate.
Song Yan worked day and night to make shadow puppets.

This time, he was making a shadow puppet of Tang Xiaoxuan.

Although he was said to be Tang Xiaoxuan, he was actually the formless ancestor.

On the one hand, he wanted to draw the opponent's shadow puppet, and on the other hand, he also wanted to verify the strength of both sides.

This time, he drew it dozens of times but failed.

Song Yan thought hard but still couldn't draw it.

After a long time, he sighed and gave up.

The divine appearance of a strong man is too difficult to draw. If he had not been with him day and night for many years, he would have no chance of drawing the other party's divine appearance at all. This also resulted in the "Divine Appearance Soul Soothing Technique" not being so useful.

But Song Yan is not someone who gives up easily.

Now, all his powers have been cultivated to the extreme possible, so he naturally has time to repeatedly ponder the principles of the shadow puppet.

In a blink of an eye, ten years passed.

Ling Xiaoxiao has entered the Purple Mansion Realm, but it will take about a hundred years to consolidate it.

However, the earth energy explosion came and went quickly, and the earth energy in Qingfeng Valley was exhausted.

Song Yan had no choice but to take Ling Xiaoxiao to the next place for training.

When the two walked out, they realized that it was extremely chaotic outside.

The original secret contest between the Sword Alliance and the Seven Bandits turned into a war due to the intervention of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and their own thoughts.

The Wuxiang Ancestor wants to offer sacrifices to refine the soul flag.

The leader of the Sword Alliance wants to sharpen his sword by using his enemies, to achieve his sword heart, and finally go deep into the sword country, leaving only one thought.

What purpose did the seven bandits have?

In short, the fighting outside is extremely fierce now.

Song Yan was not in a hurry. He took Ling Xiaoxiao and waited for two years. During this period, he returned to the Lingtuo tribe and lived for a while. Then he found a place where the earth's energy exploded like Qingfeng Valley - Shuxia Peak.

The fire Xuan rose up into the sky, turning hundreds of miles of land into scorched earth. Wherever the remaining poison of the fire Xuan covered, only one in ten living creatures within a thousand miles survived. The fire Xuan was low here, but it could be cultivated by sitting in a high place.

On Suxia Peak, Song Yan once again saw An Li and Yu Xuanwei who were used as bait.

But this time, he did not see the Wuxiang Ancestor, and Tang Ningxin just symbolically hung the two baits out to dry and let them go.

Apparently, the "importance" of these two baits is decreasing.

Song Yan could understand Wuxiang Ancestor and Tang Ningxin very well.

After all, with the fighting so intense now, who doesn't have new enemies and new things to deal with? Who has the energy to keep an eye on him?
The high-profile harvesting of souls by the Wuxiang Ancestor will surely arouse the anger of everyone in the Sword Alliance, and although the seven bandits may cooperate with the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, it is impossible for the two sides to be truly of one mind.

Add to that the Five Blessed Lands and the Holy Alliance of Mountains and Seas who are eyeing them covetously, and even greater chaos is yet to come.

The Wuxiang Ancestor has already been involved in his own game of terror, so how can he care about his old friend?

However, Song Yan suddenly became a little confused again.

He couldn't help but wonder: Why did the Wuxiang Ancestor want to be so high-profile? Wouldn't this lead to many casualties among the Wuxiang Ancient Clan?
But after just a moment's thought, he understood.

The path of the Wuxiang Ancestor is just like the "Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods" before he crossed over. No matter which side the people are on, as long as they die, they will be included in the list. Similarly, if the strong men of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan die in battle, they will also be included in the Blood Banner of the Ancestor, and finally help him to survive the sea of ​​suffering, avoid the catastrophe, and go to the next world.

PS: Sorry, I hit myself in the face. But I only wrote this much today, and I have several thousand words of waste draft.
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