Chapter 239 Chu Xun attains enlightenment!

He stood there.

He stared at the word Tao quietly.

His pupils gradually brightened.

He continued to unravel the word Tao and saw countless branches of Tao. As he closed his eyes, he was also inspired by his own Tao. He quietly lingered there, as if because of his practice, the word Tao became more and more brilliant and sacred, and the Tao rhyme became more and more rich, emitting a wonderful artistic conception, which enveloped the surroundings and made the practitioners more immersed in enlightenment.

"Boom!"

This time.

Chu Xun sensed it, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the purple-robed man who was sitting cross-legged in the void in the distance. The latter also opened his eyes and nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and continued to immerse himself in enlightenment.

Although Chu Xun didn't know who he was, he knew that the other party had no ill intentions. Looking at the practitioners who were immersed in enlightenment, his heart was suddenly touched. He stared at his own word "Tao" and whispered softly: "What is Tao!"

"Swish!"

A finger pointed out.

The sword intent surged.

It sank into the body of the sword.

The latter struggled violently.

Immediately.

An amazing sword intent burst out from his body, and he had an amazing understanding of the sword. Chu Xun murmured: "A little guidance is his way for him!"

"Buzz!"

Another casual finger fell on Chen Xun, and a hazy huge formation appeared behind the latter. This was a formation, which was vague but also had the prototype of the supreme formation, quite terrifying. Chu Xun whispered: "This is also his way!"

He stared at his own word.

Mottled.

Messy.

Various ways were mixed in it.

Each one had a very deep attainment but was not fully mastered. If it was completed inward, kicked off the chaff, left the essence, and all the ways returned to one, would it be a perfect way? He thought of the Great Sage Dao Fruit. People at this level must master a complete law and imprint it in their bodies, condensing it into a Dao Fruit. Once completed, they would be a Great Sage Dao Fruit-level strongman, no longer relying on the power of heaven and earth.

Being able to easily release a complete Dao fruit of the laws of heaven and earth by relying on oneself at any time and in any place is the limit of human power and the achievement of the Dao fruit of the Great Saint.

And if he can master all kinds of Dao methods, integrate them, and condense them into the only Dao fruit of the Great Saint, what realm will it be? He was thinking, and at the same time, he was gradually obsessed with the Dao word he wrote. There were sword Dao, formation Dao, time Dao, power Dao, and even star Dao.

Thousands of changes.

Finally.

Return to one.

Transformed into the Dao of Sword.

A Dao word.

No longer Dao.

But a sword.

A dazzling and sharp sword that can break through the sky. This sword Dao is becoming more and more pure, and its edge is becoming more and more exposed. The first to wake up is the middle-aged man in purple robes. He sat cross-legged in the distance and watched the Dao word gradually rise up, flowing with divine brilliance, releasing an incomparable dazzling color, and murmured: "Elder Chu, I have realized the Dao!"

Wow!

A Dao word.

Continuously extending.

Spreading outward.

One zhang.

Three zhang.

Ten zhang.

One hundred zhang.

In an instant, the sacred word of Tao flowed thousands of miles. Those cultivators who had originally left Donglin Sect could now look up and see this vast and boundless word of Tao. It extended for tens of thousands of miles. The Tao rhyme it released made people immersed in it at a glance. Their hearts could not help but tremble. They suddenly looked towards the direction of Donglin Sect and murmured, "Elder Chu... has realized the Tao!"

Before the words were finished.

Their eyes were hazy.

Immersed in the Tao rhyme.

Unable to extricate themselves.

Not only humans, the East Region is vast and boundless. There are also monsters. Some of them have already born intelligence, while others are still immersed in confusion. However, when they look up and see this word of Tao, they fall into endless fantasy. Some fish see themselves leaping over the dragon gate, and some sparrows see themselves reborn from the fire and turn into a roc soaring up to 90,000 miles.

And those little demons were intoxicated by seeing themselves transformed into human forms, and their instincts made them fearful and terrified, knowing that this was a great figure who was too supreme to realize the Tao.

The Tao rhyme continued.

Fuze East Region.

Donglin City.

Wanbao City.

Xuanwang City.

Too many people who did not come to Donglin Sect to worship felt the endless Tao hanging in the sky, and fell into enlightenment when looking up, immersed in it, and in this scene, it continued for several days, the Tao rhyme was pure, and a few days later, Chu Xun slowly opened his eyes, as introverted as always, with a luster of wisdom.

He gently waved the sword in his hand!

"Zheng!"

A sword energy.

Soaring up.

Continuous for countless miles.

When he was in the back mountain of Desolate Heaven Palace, he was inspired by the sunrise and swung out a blazing sword light. The sword light stretched for thousands of miles, with no end in sight, shaking Desolate Heaven Palace. It was also on that day that he possessed the combat power of the sage fruit level, but he only possessed that sword. If he created a complete sword move, he would be fully equipped.

Then.

This state of rhyme disappeared.

He was reluctant to immerse himself in it.

This self-created move.

It was stuck.

Now.

During the exposition of the Tao, he realized something in his heart, and instead understood the remaining swords. It was almost a natural process, and he swung it out naturally.

The first sword!

The second sword!

The third sword!

The fourth sword!

Everything was so natural.

It was natural.

It was natural.

It seemed that he had practiced for countless months.

But it had never been unsheathed.

Three hundred miles.

Five hundred miles.

Eight hundred miles.

Ten million miles!

Fifteen million miles!

The sword light was constantly moving, as if to cut through the world of the Eastern Region, and the sword was swung out with great enthusiasm, cutting out the end, falling outside the Eastern Region, falling into the Desolate State, and falling into the Desolate Palace suspended in the sky in the Desolate State!

"Shua!"

In the midst of his intoxicated perception, the ancestor of the Xingchen Sect suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the dazzling sword seemed to be opening the sky, separating the sky and the earth with a sword, turning them into two poles. He was shocked and couldn't breathe for a long time, muttering: "Great Sage Dao Fruit!"

The leader of the Holy Fire Sect.

The master of the Nantian Temple.

The abbot of Ruochan Temple.

These people.

They all froze.

Staring at Elder Chu's performance like suffocating, he forgot the purpose of this trip for a while, and watched the strength that burst out of the saint's Dao fruit blooming and wafting to the limit.

Sword handle.

Liu Jian.

Jiang Chen.

Bai Luli.

These people all practiced swordsmanship and were particularly sensitive to sword energy, especially the brilliant sword intent that was now erupting. For a moment, their breathing stagnated, and they looked at this magnificent swordsmanship in shock. What kind of monster was this? What made them yearn for this vast sword intent was that if they could comprehend a little bit at will, they would gain supreme rewards.

"Huh!"

The seventh sword.

The eighth sword.

The ninth sword.

When the ninth sword fell, Chu Xun let out a breath with a gentle smile on his face. Like the Nine Swords of the Sky Python, he also broke out nine styles and created a complete saintly fruit-level technique. However, now the Dao rhyme was rich and his perception was full. He sat cross-legged in the sky and fell into enlightenment.

"Wow!"

The ancestor of the Xingchen Sect.

The abbot of Ruochan Temple.

The leader of the Holy Fire Sect.

The master of the Nantian Temple.

These people looked stern and solemn, and they didn't even cherish their great enlightenment anymore. They sat cross-legged quietly in all directions, guarding their surroundings vigilantly, protecting Elder Chu. They knew that Elder Chu was at a critical moment and must not be disturbed. They were even more shocked in their hearts. It had only been a short time, and Elder Chu was about to become a Saint-level powerhouse.