Rise of the Heavens

Chapter 700 Innate Primordial Spirit
Hong Yi nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, and was about to speak when his ears moved suddenly, and he heard footsteps outside, and then a woman and an old man walked into the room led by the servants in front.

"Hong Yi, you finally came back from overseas! What about the deal between us?" This woman was wearing a snow-white dress with a ribbon on her head, and she had a special exotic style.It was Murong Yan from Yunmeng Country, she had contact with Hong Yi before he grew up.

The old man behind her is the master of Chi Zhuiyang, a master of Yunmeng Kingdom, called Uncle Gan, and also Murong Yan's subordinate.

A smile appeared on Hong Yi's face, and he raised his hand to release a divine light. In the divine light was a slender jade sword. Seeing this, Murong Yan quickly grabbed it, and directly escaped his soul into the jade sword.

Brush!The sword energy exploded, and the jade sword exuded a sharp aura.

"This flying sword is really good. I didn't expect that the magic weapon you refined, Hong Yi, can play the role of blood-striped steel, and nourish the mind and soul!"

After Hong Yi received Gao Cheng's inheritance, he had already cultivated into a Taoist primordial spirit, able to condense the real fire of Samadhi, and it was very easy for him to refine some magic weapons.

Moreover, the magic weapon tempered with Samadhi real fire, like the blood pattern steel in this world, has the effect of warming and nourishing the soul. After Murong Yan discovered this, she asked Hong Yi to refine the magic weapon for her, and she Pay the corresponding price.

"Hong Yi, the aura on your body gives people a feeling of pure yang, not as cold as an ordinary yin god...Could it be that you have survived the thunder disaster and become a ghost fairy?" Uncle Gan was on the side, noticing Hong Yi's The breath around him was a little strange, and he couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Murong Yan immediately withdrew her attention from the jade sword, and then her gaze fell on Hong Yi. She is a senior student of Xuantian Pavilion, and she has good eyesight. After careful observation, she immediately found something wrong with Hong Yi.

"Aura of pure yang, this is the aura of thunder and ghosts! Hong Yi, what kind of adventure did you get? I remember that when you left Yujing City and went south, you were just a warrior in the bone refining stage, right? I haven't seen you for a while, and you Reached such a realm? You know, none of the two hall masters of my Xuantian Pavilion and the three masters of Yunmeng Kingdom have reached such a realm?"

Murong Yan shook her head, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

There was a faint smile on Hong Yi's face, and he said: "Your eyesight is pretty good, yes, I have already cultivated the innate soul, and the soul has turned into a pure yang, and my strength is comparable to that of the thunder and ghosts!"

"Yuan Shen Chun Yang? What sect of martial arts are you practicing? Shen Hun Chun Yang, isn't it the legendary Yang God? Why is there such a saying as Yuan Shen Chun Yang?" Murong Yan frowned and asked inexplicably road.

"Hahaha, what I practice is the Xiantian Longevity Dao of the Xiantian School. It is different from the ordinary Yin God Thunder Tribulation. The Three Treasures of Qi and God can be transformed into Yuanshen, and after four or nine small thunder calamities, the Yuanshen and soul can be transformed into pure yang. It is precisely because of this that the magic weapon I have refined can contain pure yang breath and have the power to nourish the soul. effect!"

As Hong Yi said, he suddenly stretched out his palm and grabbed Uncle Gan out of thin air. Swish, a palm composed of vitality roared out. The black and white vitality intertwined, exuding a mighty pure yang aura. The yin and yang great capture.

Uncle Gan is already a master of martial arts in the realm of training marrow, but in the face of the yin and yang grappling, there is no room for retaliation at all, and he watched helplessly as the black and white palm took him to the side out of thin air.After a while, Uncle Gan recovered from being unable to move.

Hong Yi hadn't displayed his physical strength yet, only relying on his primordial spirit cultivation base, which shocked Uncle Gan and Murong Yan.

"Xiantianzong? Why haven't you heard of this sect? Could it be a sect inherited from ancient times? Xiantianzong's way of primordial spirit, the degree of danger of cultivation, is weaker than that of Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal!"

Murong Yan kept thinking in her heart, then her eyes lit up, and she asked: "Master Hong, do you know that the Xiantian sect still recruits disciples? If it recruits disciples, can I join the Xiantian sect?"

"Aren't you a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion?" Hong Yi was slightly startled and asked involuntarily.

Murong Yan showed a trace of complexity on her face, and did not speak.

Uncle Gan sighed and said, "Master Hong, my young lady has decided to sever contact with Yunmeng Kingdom and Xuantian Pavilion... The elders of the family have decided to send the young lady to be a maid to Champion Hou. If you agree to this , Miss’s consequences are worrisome, so we went directly to Yujing City and prepared to settle down here temporarily!”

"So that's it! But I have to report to Master about your joining the Xiantian Sect! Let him agree!" Hong Yi said.

Murong Yan and Uncle Gan looked at each other, Hong Yi already had the cultivation level of a Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal, so his master must be stronger than him, and he was another Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal.

In the past, a great master of martial arts in the marrow state or a master of spirit in the state of possession could rule the world, but in the past few years, martial saints and ghost immortals have emerged one after another, and the original great master of martial arts has gradually become an ordinary person.

The two of them naturally couldn't imagine that with the passage of time, Hong Yi would grow up rapidly, and in a short time, even martial saints would appear one by one.

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Xishan, in the dark night, is cold and desolate. The slightly dilapidated Qiuyue Temple stands among the dead trees.In this kind of cold night, with the cold wind blowing and the howling of wolves and foxes, there was quite a sad and gloomy atmosphere.

Hong Yi walked slowly and walked towards a hillside along the path of the West Mountain. Behind him were twenty or thirty servants. It had been a year since he came to the West Mountain last time.

"A year ago, I was still a scholar with no power to restrain a chicken. I was lucky enough to meet Miss Yuanfei, Mr. Bai and the master! If the master hadn't taught me all the money and accepted me as an apprentice, I might still be trapped in the Hou Mansion, look at the faces of Mrs. Zhao and those servants! Now, my physical body has reached the level of Martial Saint and Yuanshen has reached the level of Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal. According to the Tao of Innate Longevity, I am now at the fourth level. I am still halfway to the fifth level step!"

Hong Yi returned to the familiar place, filled with emotion in his heart.I have sincere gratitude to my master Gao Cheng in my heart.I don't know where the master is now.

He quickened his pace, and there were more than 20 servants behind him, bringing drinks, fruits, incense candles and other things, ready to come to the side of the west mountain to worship his mother.His mother, Meng Bingyun, died of vomiting blood many years ago, and was buried on the west mountain in a desolate manner. There is only a small grave, which proves the existence of her, the former saint on the Supreme Dao.

At this time, Hong Yi suddenly stopped, and he saw a figure standing in front of his mother's grave, this man was the Grand Master of the Daqian Dynasty, Marquis of Wuwen Hong Xuanji.

(End of this chapter)