Chapter Thirty-Five: The Eight Extraordinary Meridians' Leader

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  The sound of thunder awakens the spirit, and the last stroke of mysterious thunder evolves to its ultimate form, almost shedding all restraints, advancing into another realm.

  Buried Sword Pond, three mouths of divine sword, Qitian comprehended for half a year, had already left an indelible mark. The second mouth of the divine sword merged with Leijin, finally helping Qitian break through the threshold that had been locked for months. The sharp edge pierced in, and the sword rhyme descended to the realm, breaking along with the sound of thunder.

  The purple bamboo sword's energy was retracted, seemingly transformed into a golden jade-colored bamboo sword. This one sword chopped down, and it fell like a willow branch in the wind. However, the sky above responded with a thunderous sword cry, as if heaven and earth were torn apart. In the midst of chaos, lightning shattered, and silver light danced wildly.

  His body was wrapped in silver electricity, and although this mysterious thunderbolt had been dispersed, the tempered lightning still shone with an astonishing intensity. In an instant, Qi Tian's Taoist robe was torn to shreds, revealing his muscular physique wrapped in silver electricity. The sharp aura entwined around him, and every inch of his skin seemed to be imbued with a golden jade color, his majestic life energy leaving people astonished.

  Jian Shi was struck by the mysterious thunder, and Qi Tian sat down, his physical body almost losing consciousness. However, he could clearly sense the sword's mighty power. This last strike of mysterious thunder brought him to the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens' Dao. His original cultivation, which had just reached the initial stage, not only solidified completely but also further condensed the Sword Embryo. The bean-sized Sword Embryo rotated in his Dantian and Qihai, while the innate sword energy almost became a misty state, growing even thicker.

  A hundred feet away, a Taoist was seen smiling and nodding his head, but suddenly furrowed his brow.

  "Master! Younger Brother!"

  Yun Fei roared loudly, sprinting wildly towards him. His face was pale, and behind him a small mountain-sized ferocious leopard chased after him, spewing out fierce flames that twisted the air. The ancient trees over ten zhang high were all reduced to ashes, this was at least a ferocious beast comparable to a Recognized God Realm expert, its physical strength unmatched.

  Ming Jian couldn't help but roll his eyes, and finally made a move. The wine gourd flew out, and a purple flame sword aura burst out, cutting through the air, creating a vacuum that swallowed the wild leopard in an instant, tearing it to shreds.

  Half a time later, Qi Tian opened his eyes, and in this instant, two golden sword auras burst out, revealing their sharp edges, leaving two foot-deep pits on the ground.

  He took over the Taoist robe thrown by Yun Fei and put it on. Yun Fei's eyes lit up in front of him. If we say that the previous Yun Fei was a sharp sword with a fierce edge, like an ancient mountain towering into the sky, then at this moment, he became a light willow catkin, moving with the wind. However, there is also a stunning sharpness hidden inside, which cannot be seen through.

  "In the midst of sword embryo, not bad, you have completely solidified your cultivation!" Mingjian Daoist nodded, "Your sword awareness is strong and prosperous, as long as your swordsmanship breaks through to the upper realm of sword rhyme, breaking through the post-embryo realm will not be a difficult task."

  In the midst of the sword embryo, it can be compared to the realm of Fa Dao Xian Mai's recognition of the gods. The pre-heavenly sword body is a near-ancient alternative, and after receiving the immortal punishment of thunder tribulation, it can display the ability of the ancient sword immortal.

  Bang——

  In the distance, a faint bell sound rises, piercing the heart and soul, echoing throughout the entire wilderness mountain range, beasts crouching, not daring to emerge.

  "Green Cloud Bell, this is the sound of nine peaks gathering, it's about to begin, Gourd, rise!"

  Ming Xian Dao Ren's eyes were calm and serene, his gaze was deep and profound, as if it contained infinite mysteries. Even the Heavenly Emperor couldn't see through him, and he always felt that Ming Xian Dao Ren's body contained great terror.

  Gourds are like mountains, riding on the sky above the vault of heaven, with immortal mist supporting them, in an instant traversing numerous miles.

  Qingyun Sect

  Nine peaks of Fairy Mountain rise into the sky, with layers of fairy mist, purple air condenses into splendor, there are fairy springs and waterfalls, spiritual grass drips dew.

  Behind the Qingyun Sect, a deep and secluded mountain valley stretches for dozens of miles. This valley has existed for unknown years, with an ancient aura flowing through it, faintly emitting a thin Dao rhyme.

  Green Cloud Valley!

  "This is where the founding master of Qingyun Sect, Qingyundao Ren, opened up with great divine power, condensed the Dragon Gate Dao rhyme, and made it a place where all seasons are like spring. For nine years, the small competition was held here, and for ten years, the big competition was also held here."

  In front of Qingyun Valley, it was not the nine peaks that were the main peak. Without permission, one could not fly over. Two people from Qitian fell down from a gourd, instantly attracting the attention of many disciples.

  Jiufeng Xiaobi, all of them were 17th generation disciples, only two people, Qitian, were 16th generation disciples. Many of the eight vein disciples noticed them and smiled with a hint of playfulness.

  And yet, Zhi Tian noticed that in front of Qing Yun Gorge, there were eight people surrounded by a faint aura. These eight people emitted waves of fragrance from their bodies and had a faint layer of misty light floating around them. They were robust and full of vitality, with an extraordinary bearing that was unmatched even among the hundreds of people gathered at Qing Yun Gorge.

  It seemed that he had sensed Qi Tian's gaze, and from dozens of feet away, a young man turned around. His eyes gleamed like lightning, with two silver lights flashing in his eyes, exuding a destructive aura.

  Another seven people noticed the young man's movement and turned around as well.

  The eyes of the eight people converged, and a majestic aura seemed to press down on them. In front of Qi Tian and the two others, many of the Eight Sects' disciples changed color and dispersed in all directions.

  "Zi Lei Peak's Lei Gang, Changming Peak's Gu Qianye, Lianhua Peak's Yun Biyuan, Qixia Peak's Nie Qing, Lieyang Peak's Chi Yun, Lizhu Peak's Ling Shan, Cuiyun Peak's Mu Yuan, Qingyun Peak's Bu Qingtian! These are the leaders of the eight veins and seventeen generations. Their strength is extraordinary, none of them have been in the sect for less than five years, three years ago at the Ninth Summit's small competition, their foundations were already complete. Each one has a deep destiny, even among the sixteenth generation, there are not a few who have been suppressed by them."

  The sound of Yun Fei's voice was extremely solemn and heavy, bringing immense pressure on these eight people.

  "Xianjian Yidao, near ancient is hard to cultivate, but the world has already changed and it's no longer your era. How dare you still come to participate in the Jiu Feng small competition!"

  Eight people before, that Lei Gang still opened his mouth first. The Purple Thunder Peak was mostly a thunder body, the Heavenly Thunder Orthodox Method had the power to penetrate the sky. His eyes were like silver lightning, his voice was like a thunderclap, and not less than seventeen generations of disciples were dizzy and stunned, revealing a look of shock.

  He didn't say a word, his expression calm and peaceful, like an ancient well without ripples. His face showed no sorrow or joy, only a faint gaze at this person.

  "Being able to withstand our momentum is already quite good, after all, he didn't lose his physical form. However, I'm really curious, can the Innate Sword Body truly reverse the Heavenly Punishment?"

  Yun Biyu walked out from the midst, her figure was slender and elegant, her skin as white as ice and jade, her face was clear and beautiful, a pair of beautiful eyes showed a hint of coldness, especially when they stayed on Yun Fei's body.

  Bai Qingtian turned around, this person didn't say a word, but even among the eight people, he attracted many gazes. At this moment, turning around made seven people frown slightly.

  "Born with a sword-like body, receiving heavenly punishment, I hope you can all stand on the Dao platform in the end."

  He stepped on the clear sky, and under his feet, there were waves of clear light. With one step, he could cover three zhang of land, as if shrinking the earth to an inch, spreading out infinite Taoist rhythms. Soon, he walked into the Qingyun Valley.

  Qitian's gaze slightly condensed, this Step Qingtian he somewhat couldn't grasp, this person unexpectedly had a profound aura surrounding his body, obviously having deeply understood the Great Way.

  "Bu Qing Tian, within the sect he is known as the Ice King. He has an older brother who is the 16th generation leader of the Qing Yun Sect, his cultivation is unmatched by anyone in the same era."

  Qitian nodded slightly, these two brothers had a deep affinity for each other, and their talents were extremely high, they actually both became the leaders of their respective generations. The 17th generation was already so formidable, as for the 16th generation, he couldn't measure it yet.

  Eight people left, and many of the Eight Sects' disciples pointed at the two, their faces full of disdain.

  "What Innate Sword Body, I see that legend is also fake, didn't see the two of them being scared to death, after all they are the 17th generation of the Eight Great Chiefs, their cultivation has already entered the Realm of Recognizing Spirits, their Dao power is pregnant with spirit, and they have all grasped the rhythm of the Dao."

  "Not bad, the way of the sword is almost ancient and cannot be tolerated. It has already declined, and it depends on these two people to stir up a big wave."

  Many disciples didn't think so and they entered the Qingyun Valley one after another, making Qi Tian and the other person a topic of conversation.

  The Azure Cloud Valley was filled with a gentle aura, gathering the spiritual energy of the heavens. As the two of them stepped into it, their minds became much calmer.

  The Qingyun Valley is vast, with nine square cloud platforms inside, each platform being several miles in circumference. The cloud platforms produce purple energy, which rises like smoke and is supported by an invisible force floating in the void.

  Under the cloud platform, there is a cloud ladder, and the cloud ladder gives birth to a rainbow. There are ninety-nine layers, and the eight vein disciples ascend the cloud ladder, as if they are on the edge of the clouds. Their Taoist robes flutter lightly, just like immortals who have attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven.

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