Chapter 137 Purple Lightning Silver Peach Life and Death
Ye Yang came back in the evening, the dusk was low and the sunset was gorgeous.
A red sun hung above the horizon, a warm light, shining a golden layer on the people of Feitianmen.
It was Yan Qingying who first discovered that Ye Yang had returned.
As soon as she called out, a group of people quickly gathered around.
"It's Brother Ye."
This is the name of people who are close to him.
In addition, there are more names of people who are not familiar with him.
"It's Protector Ye."
"Protector Ye is back."
Although everyone didn't say it in their hearts, when Ye Yang returned with the glow of the sunset and riding the flying turtle, they felt that they had support and warmth in their hearts in an instant.
Back on the cliff, Ye Yang found that the surrounding fog was so thick that people couldn't see the scenery a hundred meters away.
And there were huge changes in the sky. The blue sky was slowly turning dark yellow. He knew that the Changqing barrier was about to close.
Wang Dong came over and talked to Ye Yang.
During this period of time, the group did not encounter any crisis. Many cultivators saw the spirit nest cyclone on the top of the mountain and wanted to fight for it, but when they saw that they were outnumbered, they all gave up. During this period of time, they also killed many disciples of the Five Poison Sect, so that in the end, the disciples of the Five Poison Sect would hide away when they saw the Feitian Sect’s clothing. "Brother Ye, the longevity barrier is about to close." Wang Dong was hinting at something. Ye Yang guessed what he meant when he heard this and said, "What do you think?" Wang Dong hesitated for a while before speaking, "I heard that a silver peach appeared on Biyun Mountain. It is more than ten feet tall and can absorb thunder and electricity, and can bloom with purple lightning." After that, he quickly waved away the people around him, and then whispered in Ye Yang's ear, "This thing should be the very famous purple lightning silver peach." "It blooms once every ten years and bears fruit once every ten years. The fruit can not only help people cleanse their bodies and strengthen their flesh, but also... and it can help people break through to the realm of warriors." Ye Yang is not unfamiliar with the purple lightning silver peach. This thing is famous. It is a rare ancient exotic spiritual peach. The whole body is like a bronze casting, with electric light all over it. It usually absorbs purple lightning to live. The spiritual peach that is produced has all kinds of magical uses. According to legend, if you take it for a long time, it can help people's magic power carry a trace of thunder and lightning power. In ancient times, there was no martial arts golden pill. This thing is a treasure for the big sect to lay the foundation for the disciples to break through to the martial realm.
It cannot be divided and named with the simple first, second and third level spiritual objects in the current cultivation world.
Ye Yang showed a hint of interest.
"Although this thing is precious, it is difficult to transplant. If it can be transplanted successfully, it will be a great merit for the sect."
With this thing, Feitianmen can harvest martial arts golden pills every twenty years.
Wang Dong smiled bitterly and then said.
"To be honest with you, senior brother, the mother tree of purple lightning silver peach is dozens of feet high. It is not the time to bloom and bear fruit now. Even if it is, we can't move it if we want to transplant it. But I heard that there is a subtree growing next to the mother tree, but it is only about ten feet high, which is just enough to be transplanted."
As soon as this was said, the two hit it off and finalized the action plan in detail.
The immortal barrier will be closed at any time, so it must be fast.
That night.
Ye Yang stood alone on the top of the mountain. After discussing with Wang Dong, he did not immediately go to snatch the purple lightning silver peach. Instead, he held his breath and concentrated his mind. After clearing his mind, he took out a piece of old bark from his storage bag.
The bark was mottled, as if there were marks of time. On the back was a finger-sized mayfly mark. Although mayflies can only live for one day, they live in the morning and die in the evening.
But under the power of time, one of them was reborn...
"It is the inheritance mark of the Thirteen Swords of Time."
He sat cross-legged again, observed carefully, and invaded his consciousness into it. In an instant, he understood something.
Fengshuang Sword Skill
Realm: Grandmaster Realm
Progress: 100%.
Next Realm: None
[Perseverance, reaching great success, perfection, no progress. ]
Withered and Flourishing Hands
Realm: Grandmaster Realm
Progress: 100%.
Next Realm: None
[Perseverance, reaching great success, perfection, no progress. ] ]
The Wind and Frost Blade Technique and the Withered and Flourishing Hand have both reached the highest realm. Ye Yang has not been able to break through because he has not inherited the general outline of the Thirteen Swords of Time.
At this moment, he smiled slightly: "It's time."
Gently stroking the bark, in an instant, he seemed to be in a chaotic place without time and space.
He raised his head and found that there was a huge and holy snow mountain in front of him.
In the middle of a snow mountain, there grew an extremely magnificent ancient tree, standing tall, braving the wind and rain, and it is unknown how many springs and autumns it has experienced.
On the ancient tree, there is a slowly moving wheel of time, and the ticking sound of time passing by keeps coming.
In the middle of the ancient tree, there are countless pale and ugly mayflies.
Mayflies can only live for one day. They are born with the morning glow and die with the sunset. They are born in the morning and die in the evening.
But there has always been a legend.
If the pale and ugly plankton can withstand the calcination of the poisonous fire under the sunset, they can live one more day.
One day, at dusk, all the mayflies on the tree died. One mayfly saw that all its kind had died.
He flew out of the ancient tree and ran towards the setting sun, but in an instant he was burned to ashes by the flames.
However, under the leadership of this mayfly, more and more mayflies refused the fate of living only one day, and rushed towards the sunset frantically.
Finally one day, a mayfly survived the calcination of the sunset and successfully lived to the next day.
One day, two days, one year, two years, the mayfly turned into a young man in white clothes, swinging his sword under the ancient tree to practice, swinging his sword to practice...
Ten years, a hundred years, the young man gradually became old in the process of swinging his sword, and in the end he was so old that he had no strength at all.
Occasionally one day, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Yang in front of him, and the long sword in his hand slashed out, but it turned into thirteen swords.
And the target was Ye Yang's eyes.
At this moment, the world was dark, time faded, and the years of this slash were nowhere to be found.
Ye Yang was slashed by thirteen sword lights, hitting his chest, waist, back, abdomen and legs.
He screamed and exited this illusory space.
At the same time, a feeling suddenly emerged from his heart.
The most unretainable thing in the world is that the red face leaves the mirror and the flowers leave the trees.
Time is wrong, time is wasted, time turns into foam, time gives birth to everything, and it destroys everything.
Ye Yang's long-standing Fengshuang sword technique and withered and flourishing hand are actually entangled and combined.
Make another breakthrough!
Time Thirteen Swords
Realm: Entry
Progress: 1%.
Next realm: Minor success
[Perseverance, swing the sword three thousand times a day, and persist for five years. ]
Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes after a breath of turbid air. After years of waiting and years of hard practice, he finally got into the inheritance of the Thirteen Swords of Time.
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Chapter 138 Four People Become Brothers. After being reminded by book friends, I carefully thought about the logic inside and found that there are indeed some problems. I modified it. You can take a look at it again. It will be much smoother now.
(The one who robbed the marrow cleansing fruit was the Demon Elephant Fist's successor, Majia. Ye Yang and others did not have much direct conflict with the White Bone Flower Lady and the White Lotus Concubine.)
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