From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 180
Time passes day by day.

Perhaps feeling Zhang Wuji's solemn expression, the little native and the little waterman stayed on top of Zhang Wuji's head in fear, not daring to say a word.

Soon Zhang Wuji retreated in such an environment for seven years.

On this day, the little native couldn't hold back anymore.

"Xiao Shui, did you see it?"

"There is a skeleton over there looking at us every once in a while, and I don't know what he wants to do?"

"Hmph, I must have taken a fancy to the physical body of the guy below, what else can I have besides this?"

"Didn't I see this kind of thing a lot? Human beings are like this, intriguing and plotting against each other." Xiao Shui groaned in a low voice.

Although Zhang Wuji was retreating, he could still hear the conversation of the two little fellows when he moved his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a shudder in his heart.

"Look at your own skeleton?"

"I didn't think it was that strange colorful bone, but I don't know what he wants to do?"

Zhang Wuji had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but in the end he continued to restrain his mind and comprehend the origin of the way of swordsmanship.

In any case, the most important thing for me now is to realize my own true body of kendo and help the black iron sword to complete the fusion.

Firstly, this was Heitiejian's wish. As an old buddy who had followed him for hundreds of years and helped him countless times, this was Heitiejian's first request to him, and Zhang Wuji had to fulfill it.

Secondly, even if I want to leave now, I'm afraid I can't do it. Without the black iron sword to help suppress the origin of the chaotic negative path around me, it would be difficult for my village to do so.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji no longer cared about the skeleton, and focused on comprehending the true origin of the sword.

He has now reached a critical point, he feels that he is only a step away from truly comprehending the true body of the sword, and now he just wants to find that step.

Time passed quickly, and it was another five years in the blink of an eye.

Twelve years have passed, and the time agreed by the Zongmen to enter this place has long passed. According to Zhang Wuji's estimate, Ziweixing may have left this area and galloped towards the depths of the universe.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh in his heart. His journey home would be even more tortuous. After all, walking with the sect and wandering in the universe alone is a completely different experience.

But at this time, even if he thought about it, he might not be able to rush back.

Perhaps there was no worse result, which gave Zhang Wuji the determination to put himself to death and survive.

Three years later, Zhang Wuji was shocked, and finally sensed the legendary finishing touch.

He still sat there cross-legged without moving a bit, but his Nascent Soul walked out of his body in front of him.

When it first came out, it was still only nine inches in size, but gradually the Nascent Soul began to swell, and at the same time, the sword energy was continuously released from it, and soon a illusory Zhang Wuji, who was exactly the same as Zhang Wuji, but completely illusory, appeared.

As soon as this Zhang Wuji took a step, he reached the broken sword in one step, and stretched out his hand to grab the broken sword.

He was right as he had thought before, his pure sword essence avatar could get close to Broken Sword.

"Clang!" Broken Sword shook violently, struggling violently.

But the next moment, the black iron sword flashed in the void, and it had already appeared in the hands of the illusory Zhang Wuji, helping Zhang Wuji suppress the broken sword together.

Broken Sword struggled violently, but it was completely unable to stop Zhang Wuji and Heitiejian from jointly suppressing it.

Gradually, the two broken swords tended to merge.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Wuji didn't smile, he stood up and walked in front of the phantom with one step, and collided with the phantom as soon as he fitted himself together.

Just now that is not only Zhang Wuji's true body of swordsmanship, but also Zhang Wuji's ghost. After 15 years of retreat, Zhang Wuji has unknowingly advanced to the realm of Yinshen Zhenjun.

"Old man, I'm afraid it will take some time for you to complete the fusion?"

Zhang Wuji stroked the black iron sword and muttered to himself, then sat cross-legged in front of the black iron sword.

In fact, his origin of the five elements has long been accomplished, and he can condense his true body, but because he wants to use the true body of the sword as the residence of his Yin God, he has been suppressing his own realm, and has not advanced to the Yin God True Body. Jun.

But now that he has completed the true body of the original source of swordsmanship, the source of the five elements can also start to condense the original true body.

Another six years passed, and Zhang Wuji had been in seclusion on this planet for 21 years. At this moment, six Zhang Wuji formed a circle around the Black Iron Sword, enclosing the Black Iron Sword in the middle.

Each of these six people looks like Zhang Wuji, but their bodies are in different states. Some are burning with flames, some are like flowing water, some are golden, and some look extremely thick and stable.

These are exactly Zhang Wuji's original avatar of the Five Elements, plus Zhang Wuji's original avatar of the Dao of Swords, he now has six original avatars.

This is extremely rare in the Yin God Realm. After all, the original source is difficult to understand. Most people will not choose to condense too many original real bodies, use one original real body to advance to the Yin God True Monarch, and then advance to the Yang God Your Majesty, this is the correct path.

After all, if you are like Zhang Wuji, if you want to advance from the Yin God True Lord to the Yang God True Lord, all the six original real bodies must become Yang Gods. No one is that stupid.

"Boom!" Suddenly, at this moment, the black iron sword trembled violently, and pulled itself out of the soil.

As he was unearthed, all the original power on the entire planet was stirred by him, and this sword frantically devoured the mottled original power scattered around like a giant whale.

This time was very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the breath of the entire planet was swallowed up by the black iron sword.

The sword trembled slightly, and all the rusty rust on it fell off in an instant, revealing its true colors.

It was dark and dull, as if it could absorb all the light into it, but Zhang Wuji was instinctively afraid. When he saw this sword, it was as if he saw the birth of a strong man who slaughtered immortals and saints.

Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to hold the sword.

But at this moment, a white light was one step ahead of Zhang Wuji, and as soon as he grasped the black iron sword, it was the white skull that Bai Gu couldn't see through at all.

"Hahaha, the legendary Zhuxian Sword is mine now." The ecstatic voice of the skeleton sounded.

But his joy lasted only for a moment, and the next moment the black iron sword shook lightly, and a mysterious aura rippled, and the skeleton, which had been eroded by the power of chaotic origin for countless thousands of years and remained unscathed, was under the vibration of the aura. The bottom actually cracked inch by inch.

During the period, an illusory shadow's face was full of panic, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the black iron sword shook slightly again, and everything ended immediately, disappearing into thin air.

(End of this chapter)