Chapter 222: The Ninth Level of Mahayana Realm, All Monsters Transform Into Dragons

"If you can't subdue it, then you don't have the qualifications to become a saint."

The old man in black said without turning his head, his tone indifferent.

Ji Rutian was not angry when he heard this, but asked with a smile: "Master, at my level, can you subdue the blood and qi of this real dragon?"

The old man in black replied: "If I had the current me to lead me at that time, I would naturally be able to subdue it, but even so, I would not be able to become a great saint."

Ji Rutian fell into thought.

The master and disciple went forward all the way, through the woods, and came to the foot of the mountain.

There are no dense trees on this huge mountain, and the view is wide. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, this mountain is so majestic, like a mountain of creation, its top is surrounded by thick smoke, and sand and stones are splashed from time to time.

Ji Rutian murmured to himself: "Is this the real dragon that is above all the monsters? The breath is really creepy."

The old man in black said: "Xianlong, I haven't seen you for many years. Do you still have the will?"

The islands were silent, and the sun shone on the mountain, expanding the light area.

"Humph, Zhu Changsheng, you are here again, and this time you brought a young boy with you. Do you think he can get my blood?"

A vicissitudes and oppressive voice sounded, like an emperor in his old age, with awe without anger.

The old man in black turned out to be Zhu Changsheng, the founder of Jihao Sect!

Facing Xianlong's contempt, Zhu Changsheng said: "You are suppressed here, and your power is constantly weakening. Do you really have the confidence to face us, the master and the apprentice?"

After the voice fell, the world fell into silence again.

Zhu Changsheng waited for a while, then walked up the mountain, and Ji Rutian hurriedly followed.

Rumble--

The mountain began to tremble, and the rolling magma pierced through the thick smoke like waterfalls, sprinkled to the foot of the mountain, and the scorching breath surged in all directions.

Zhu Changsheng's black clothes fluttered, his expression was still indifferent, and he was not frightened by Xianlong's momentum.

Ji Rutian smiled, his eyes full of expectation.

"The power of the real dragon... I don't know if I can compete with Fang Wang after getting it."

Ji Rutian was thinking of Fang Wang.

Ever since his clone fought with Fang Wang, he has completely regarded Fang Wang as his biggest goal.

He firmly believed that as long as he could defeat Fang Wang, he would be the most talented and the most destined person in the world, and the position of the Great Sage of this era would belong to him!

...

Under the blue sky, in Jiantianze surrounded by peaks, many sword cultivators stood on the lake to comprehend the sword.

Fang Bai and Xu Qiuming stood opposite each other, both of them closed their eyes, and the lake surface under their feet was full of waves.

Suddenly.

Xu Qiuming opened his eyes and looked at Fang Bai, his eyes full of admiration.

Fang Bai slowly opened his eyes, his eyes bright, he looked at Xu Qiuming, and asked: "Senior, what is the name of this sword intent?"

Xu Qiuming smiled and said: "No self sword intent, forget yourself, forget everything, only the sword, the sword can destroy everything, and it can also create everything. My sword intent is that the sword is everything."

"No self sword intent..."

Fang Bai muttered to himself, the spirit in his eyes became more and more intense, he sighed: "The extraordinary sword intent, it feels stronger than the sword intent of heaven and earth."

He had long understood the sword intent of heaven and earth, so he was qualified to evaluate the strength of the two sword intents.

Xu Qiuming shook his head and smiled, "Any kind of sword intent can grow. There is no absolutely strong sword intent. It depends on the person. Take the sword intent of heaven and earth, no one can compare to the way of heaven."

Fang Bai took a deep breath and said, "I have someone I must defeat. Senior, thank you for teaching me sword intent. I will never disgrace your reputation."

Xu Qiuming waved his hand, turned around, looked at the horizon, and said leisurely, "It's time for me to leave and continue to pursue my sword path."

"Senior, don't you want to say goodbye to Fang Zu?" Fang Bai asked respectfully.

Xu Qiuming disappeared on the lake out of thin air, leaving only one sentence:

"There will be no eternal farewell between him and me, so why say goodbye."

Fang Bai was stunned and shook his head and laughed.

On the other side.

On the bridge shrouded by spiritual mist, Xiao Zi looked in the direction of Fang Bai and sighed: "This kid's sword comprehension is too exaggerated. He learned Xu Qiuming's sword intent so quickly."

Fang Wang looked at the sky in the east and replied softly: "His sword comprehension is indeed very high. At least I haven't found anyone with a higher sword comprehension than him for the time being."

In his opinion, it would not be surprising even if Fang Bai surpassed Xu Qiuming.

Fang Wang is a variable, so is Fang Bai?

It can even be said that the existence of the Fang family is the biggest variable in the world, because the Fang family was wiped out in the previous life, and a genius like Fang Bai didn't even have the opportunity to be born.

Since Fang Bai was defeated by the Sword Immortal, this kid's mentality has also changed, and he has practiced more diligently. In the past, he relied on his comprehension and occasionally slacked off. Now he comprehends the sword all day long, and his sword intent is increasing day by day.

"It seems that Fang Jing will be surpassed by him sooner or later, or even left behind." Xiao Zi laughed jokingly, thinking of the scene where Fang Jing was defeated by Fang Bai, it was inexplicably excited.

Fang Wang no longer answered. He didn't really care who would achieve greater success in the future, Fang Bai or Fang Jing. Children and grandchildren would have their own blessings.

Xiao Zi noticed his gaze and asked, "Sir, what are you looking at?"

Fang Wang replied softly, "I can't see it, but I can feel it."

Hearing this, Xiao Zi became even more curious.

Just as it was about to ask, its snake body suddenly trembled, and the sound of its heartbeat shook its sensory world like a war drum.

An indescribable sense of horror surged into its heart, making it feel like it was facing the end of the world.

"Sir..." Xiao Zi called out with difficulty.

Fang Wang turned his head to look at it, raised his right hand and pressed it on Xiao Zi's snake head, using his own spiritual power to protect it.

In an instant, Xiao Zi felt that he was in a very comfortable warmth, and the discomfort disappeared immediately, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It seems that the weather is going to change." Fang Wang said to himself.

Xiao Zi also looked to the east, his eyes slightly dull.

After an hour, Fang Wang just moved his right hand away from Xiao Zi.

Fang Wang closed his eyes and said, "Hurry up and practice, your disaster may be coming."

Hearing this, Xiao Zi immediately jumped onto a lotus flower on the lake and began to absorb the earth's spiritual energy.

...

Time flies, and the mortals on earth gradually grow up and grow old. Some are born, some die, and reincarnation continues. Everything follows the same law.

Twenty-four years later.

On this day, Fang Wang finally reached the ninth level of the Mahayana realm.

In these years, he only returned to the Fang Mansion once, that was his 200th birthday. He went back and celebrated with his parents for two days in a low-key manner, and then he came back to practice in seclusion.

He opened his eyes and murmured, "Nirvana is coming soon. At that time, I can create another natal treasure spirit and make all natal treasure spirits