Chapter 413 Ling Pengxing "Searching for the Way" (4000 words, please subscribe)
After returning to his thoughts, Ling Pengyun said to the three Ling Pengshan people beside him.
“Everyone, my Golden Elixir Ceremony is over, and it’s time for me to go to the Immortal Cultivation World in the Boundless Sea to buy water-type spiritual iron.”
“The one hundred thousand pieces saved in the family treasury I will take away 89,000 spiritual stones. The remaining spiritual stones will be kept in the clan in case there are other changes. "
"The 80,000 spirit stones I took away and the water spirit iron I bought later will be divided in half with my family. For the remaining 9,000 spirit stones, I will help you go to the Immortal Cultivation World in the Boundless Sea to buy nine. Second-grade low-grade longevity shells, you can all add nine years to your life.”
"In addition, the 40,000 spirit stones I consumed can be deducted from my contribution points."
Ling Pengshan and others felt warm in their hearts when they heard this.
As for Ling Pengyun taking the spirit stone to buy the water-type spirit iron, no one had any objections.
Seeing everyone's agreement, Ling Pengyun's expression gradually became serious and he gave an instruction.
"The fact that I left the family must not be spread to the outside world. You and I both know the consequences of the little devil's chaos."
"I understand, Bage." Several people in Ling Pengshan expressed their agreement one after another.
Seeing this, Ling Pengyun nodded lightly, and then he entered the clan treasury on the top of the mountain.
When he came out of the family treasury, he already had 70,000 more spiritual stones on his body.
After saying goodbye to Ling Pengshan and others, he sent his Taoist companions, parents, and others who were still in Clan Mountain back to Luoxia Mountain.
After another day of being cozy with Taoist companion Yan Siyi, he commanded Feng Yingpeng, who had reached the peak of the sixth level of foundation building, to leave Luoxia Mountain.
The Wind Shadow Peng has been stuck on the sixth floor of the Foundation Establishment for some time, but unfortunately this bottleneck is the strongest bottleneck in the Foundation Establishment realm.
Even Feng Yingpeng, who has good qualifications, still needs to rely on the accumulation of time and use spiritual power to polish this bottleneck.
However, the positioning of this Peng in Ling Pengyun's eyes has always been not for combat, but as a means of transportation.
As for the strength of this Peng, Ling Pengyun didn’t pay much attention to it.
This roc can now travel up to one hundred thousand miles a day, which is enough for Ling Pengyun who travels in and out of the golden elixir realm.
After all, although Ling Pengyun's magical power of streaming light can travel 300,000 miles a day, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy and is far less durable than Feng Yingpeng.
What this Peng is best at has always been its flying speed. The flying speed of this Peng is 30 to 40% higher than that of the same level.
General six-level foundation-building flying monsters can only travel about 60,000 miles per day at most.
Only when those flying monsters enter the late stage of foundation building, can their flying speed reach as much as one hundred thousand miles per day.
This is also why Ling Pengyun values Feng Yingpeng.
……
After half a month.
This night.
On a highway in Bailingmen, Jingzhou, and Yunshui County, dozens of men in black riding horses were chasing a man riding a black horse. He looked ordinary in clothing, but his temperament was different. A middle-aged man who shows his luxury.
As the middle-aged rider dismounted from his black horse and ran away, he would look back from time to time to watch the movements of his pursuers.
When he saw that the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer to him, a look of fear gradually emerged on his face.
He understood that once he fell into the hands of those people, there would be no way to survive.
After running for a while, this luxurious middle-aged man saw a fire in a small forest on the left side of the avenue, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
“I hope there are more people in that place, who can resist the pursuers behind me for a while.”
He quickly sat down on the black horse, left the avenue, and entered Into the uneven wilderness.
After a while, he entered the grove with a flash of fire.
As he got closer to the fire, he also saw the sight of the fire.
To his disappointment, there was only a rickety old man in the light of the fire.
"Is this king really going to die today?"
The luxurious middle-aged man looked desperate as he listened to the sound of dozens of horse hooves getting closer and closer behind him.
at the same time.
The old man who was processing the skin of a mountain hare by the campfire also noticed the luxurious middle-aged man who was being hunted.
He glanced at the dozens of pursuers riding horses behind the luxurious middle-aged man, and his brows moved slightly.
“They are all acquired warriors, and there is actually a warrior at the third level of the Xiantian realm.”
“It seems that the middle-aged man being hunted has an extraordinary identity.”
"However, if this mortal wants to cause trouble, he deserves to die."
If the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes didn't want to do this, how could he come specifically to where he was? .
The eyes of the moribund old man turned cold. He reached out and took off the iron sword from his back, and slowly stood up.
The middle-aged man who was approaching on a black horse was a little confused for a moment when he saw the old man holding a sword.
But at this moment, the old man suddenly burst out with a burst of sword energy and spread out, even the surrounding dust was kicked up.
Suddenly, dust billowed.
The figure of the decrepit old man also disappeared like a ghost. When the old man reappeared, he had already reached the middle-aged man across dozens of feet.
I saw the moribund old man gently swinging his long sword, and a flash of black light directly cut off the four legs of the middle-aged man sitting on the black horse.
The middle-aged man on the horse fell to the ground and rolled several times.
But just as the moribund old man was about to swing his long sword towards the middle-aged man again.
But he saw that the middle-aged man's body flashed with a void of white spiritual light, turning into a light curtain to block the long sword.
"A monk's method?"
"A first-class low-grade body-protecting magical weapon?"
The moribund old man looked at the source of the white light curtain emerging from that center. When the young man held a jade pendant in his hand, his expression moved slightly.
“This master of swordsmanship, I don’t know that you are in the fire in the woods here. Please spare my life. The next one is Bai Xuanhe, the mighty king of Bailing Kingdom. If the master can If you let it go, you will be rewarded with a generous gift.”
When Bai Xuanhe saw that the decrepit old man he had just underestimated was actually a swordsman who could inspire sword energy, his face was full of horror and he begged for mercy again and again.
“Baiyun Kingdom?” The decrepit old man asked himself in confusion.
After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that the Baiyun Mountains where Bailingmen Mountain Gate is located is hundreds of thousands of miles wide, and all the wild beasts and monsters in it were killed by Bailingmen.
This vast land has also been settled by Bailingmen with millions of mortals living there as a candidate place for its disciples.
After all, the greater the number of mortals, the greater the probability of being born with spiritual roots.
In order to better manage this group of mortals, Bailingmen also supported a puppet among those mortals and established a mortal kingdom in that area.
And the mortal kingdom also has the advantage of numbers, and many people with spiritual roots can be born every year. Among them, those with better spiritual roots will be taken under the command of Bailing Sect, while those with poor spiritual roots will be rewarded with a basic training method by Bailing Sect and then sent away.
Such monks will generally become casual cultivators.
Nowadays, more than 50% of the casual cultivators in the Bailingmen realm come from that realm.
"It's no wonder that a mere mortal can possess a first-level low-grade body-protecting magical weapon."
"But it's interesting. I didn't expect that a noble prince of a country would end up like this. "
The moribund old man looked at the mighty king who was protected by the light barrier activated by the protective magic weapon. There was a rare brilliance in his cold eyes, and he thought to himself.
Subsequently, he stopped attacking the mighty king "Bai Xuanyun" and turned into a ghost, quickly killing the ordinary warriors who were chasing the mighty king.
Although those ordinary warriors were top-notch masters among mortals, they could not stop the aging old man at all.
In just ten breaths of time, the dozens of black-clothed warriors were killed by the decrepit old man.
The moribund old man was like a god of death, holding the iron sword that had beheaded dozens of black-clothed warriors without staining any blood, and slowly walked towards the person with a protective body. The mighty king "Hundred Xuanhe" protected by magic weapon.
Seeing this scene, the mighty king Bai Xuanhe was so frightened that his feet kept shaking and he kept begging for mercy.
However, what surprised the mighty king Bai Xuanhe was that the moribund old man who looked like a god of death did not attack the light curtain held up by the protective magic weapon.
On the contrary, the old man said lightly.
"I think the situation of the Mighty King is not very good. Why don't you tell me about it? Maybe I will let you go."
Mighty King Bai Xuanhe heard this and felt happy, and he quickly spoke in detail.
“I am the mighty king of Bailing Kingdom, and I am a blood relative of our country’s previous emperor Baixuanzhong.”
“My brother Baixuanzhong died of illness a few months ago. After his death, his only son Bai Yanzhong ascended the throne and became the emperor. But who would have expected that my nephew Bai Yan Zhong believed other people's slander and felt that I, an idle prince with a very deep bloodline, was a threat to his unsettled throne."
"Then, my nephew Bai Yanzhong was dispatched. The imperial guards in the palace came to hunt me down."
"If I hadn't made friends with several immortals in my early years and acquired several immortal items, and I was not a freeloader, I might not have been able to survive to this day."
At the end of the story, this mighty King Bai Xuanhe He actually forgot about the crisis at this time, and there was only endless hatred in his heart.
The old man's expression when he saw the mighty king Bai Xuanhe, and what he said.
“It’s more interesting.”
“Since I encountered such interesting things today, this is my first stop to travel around and observe the various situations in the world to temper my sword heart. ...This is the Bailing Palace.”
This old man is none other than Ling Pengxing, who left Lingxiao Mountain half a month ago.
In the past half month, Ling Pengxing walked thousands of miles on his feet alone, heading north from Huaishui County to Yunshui County.
His original idea was to observe the various situations in the world, temper his sword heart, and use other senses to understand the secrets of the sword.
Ever since the Little Demon Rebellion five years ago, when he was determined to understand the first move of the "Secret Technique of Star Gold Swordsmanship", "Glory Moon", he knew that he wanted to create a swordsmanship Secret skills and fighting actually have little to do with each other.
It has a lot to do with the state of mind.
The state of mind cannot be explained clearly and can only be stimulated by various things.
After returning to his thoughts, the dying Ling Pengxing said calmly to the mighty king Bai Xuanhe.
"How about I escort you back to the Bailing Kingdom and help you ascend to the throne of the Bailing Kingdom?"
The Mighty King Bai Xuanhe looked stunned when he heard this.
He did not expect that Ling Pengxing, who had just wanted to kill him, would suddenly want to help him win the throne.
"Master, our Bailing Kingdom is vast, and there are countless powerful people in the Bailing Palace. There are many swordsman masters who can inspire sword energy. There is even a strong swordsman who has understood the power of the sword. Master, your strength alone , I’m afraid it’s hard to help me.”
Although the mighty king Bai Xuanhe was afraid of Ling Pengxing, he looked disbelieving.
Ling Pengxing's expression changed, and a cold and murderous aura shot up from his body.
The iron sword in his hand was like a long black snake, turning into a black cold light and stabbing hard at the protective light curtain.
With three consecutive strikes, a huge crack appeared on the protective light curtain.
"Am I stronger than that sword master from your Bailing Kingdom who has mastered the power of bullshit swords?" Ling Pengxing sneered.
The mighty king Bai Xuanhe was shocked when he saw that Ling Pengxing only used three strikes to break the light curtain held up by the first-level low-grade body-protecting magic weapon.
Although he has not entered the Taoist path, he still knows a thing or two about things in the world of immortality.
Even Bai Lingguo, a swordsman who strives to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, would probably need ten moves to smash this protective magical weapon that is enough to block three full blows from a monk in the early stage of Qi training.
There is no doubt about the quality of the magical artifact. In the past, he had asked many monk friends to help him taste it.
Under such circumstances, it can only mean that the swordsmanship master in front of him, who is like a murderous god, is as strong as those immortals in the early stages of Qi training, or even stronger than the average immortals in the early stages of Qi training.
This kind of strength is several times stronger than that of the Sword Master from Bailing Kingdom.
With so many thoughts on his mind, Mighty King Bai Xuanhe's eyes trembled.
"Is the master an immortal? If the master were an immortal, it would be difficult for the master to help. The Bailing Immortal Sect, the superior force in our country, has long made a rule that the immortals in the Bailing Kingdom cannot attack mortals. Let's start."
Ling Pengxing was slightly stunned when he heard this question, and after a while, he said in a deep voice. "I am not a monk, I am just a man holding a sword."
When the mighty king Bai Xuanhe saw this, he felt a little more at ease.
After all, no monk in the entire Bailingmen realm dares to disobey the rules set by the Bailingxianmen.
Following that, he also regarded Ling Pengxing as a strong man in the "Sword God" realm who was comparable to the legendary swordsman who had reached a transcendent level.
For a moment, his eyes suddenly became hot.
"If what the master just said is true, when I become emperor, I will designate the master as the grand master of our country."
When Ling Pengxing heard this, he didn't pay much attention and just nodded lightly.
He offered to help this person ascend to the throne, and he just wanted to experience the intrigues about the throne.
Seeing Ling Pengxing's appearance, Mighty King Bai Xuanhe's face was filled with joy, and then he slowly stood up and approached Ling Pengxing.
Seeing that Ling Pengxing did not take action, he felt relieved.
Afterwards, he and Ling Pengxing went to the nearest village and town, bought two fast horses, and went straight to Bailing Palace, which was hundreds of thousands of miles away.
Previously, the fast horses ridden by the mighty king and the fast horses ridden by the pursuers were all cut off by Ling Pengxing.
The horse is too high, and the sword in Ling Pengxing's hand cannot reach the person sitting on the horse. Only by killing the horse can the person on it be killed.
Along the way, the two encountered many pursuers.
However, with the help of Ling Pengxing's killer star, Mighty King was extremely safe along the way.
……
(End of this chapter)