Chapter 688 (1/2)

On the vast land of Shenzhou, the ultimate goal of all monks who lead Qi into the body and step into the path of practice is to become holy.

Saint, the infinite existence in the limited world!

However, it is difficult to become a saint, but it is difficult to ascend to the sky. Thousands of calamities add to the body. If you fail to succeed, you will die. Since ancient times, countless talented and gorgeous people, such as Bai Mingxiu, have died with hatred.

but for thousands of Murong and Jiange, he has a great advantage over others in attacking the sage, because there is a deep buried sword Lake behind it. There are countless swords of soul sword in the lake.

One lake, one lotus and one person.

It's no exaggeration to say that muronghe, who is favored by the vast land Kendo of Shenzhou, once he stays in the green lotus border, and when the green lotus fully blooms, his chances of becoming a saint will be increased by hundreds of times.

The stronger one's accomplishments, the more he will understand how important this chance is once he reaches the later stage of his practice, because in front of the natural moat of holiness, the level of talent is just a cloud.

However, muronghe's choice was unexpected, but it was reasonable. In the face of this situation, people at different levels responded differently to the two choices.

Shan Wenbai, or great national master, combined the ancient blood surname Jiang and the supreme talent of the Ying family of the former dynasty, revived the whole life, and cooperated with the people in the mirror to cultivate the semi holy peak which is only one step away from the bridge between heaven and earth. Therefore, he knew how strong the desire for saints was for people in his general realm, which seemed to be the most powerful in the world Tao, the most irresistible addiction, is willing to give up everything for it.

Therefore, in his opinion, it is so inconceivable that muronghe gave up his position as a saint for the sake of his disciples. So when the hand reached out from the green lotus and shook it, Shan Wenbai's eyes flashed an inconceivable color for a moment, and immediately blocked the girl Jiansheng in front of him, trying to use it as a shield to retreat.

But it was too late. Murong and his right hand showed a pure and flawless blue color just like the sword spirit that was constantly enveloped around. However, the palm of this hand had a very thick cocoon, because it was a hand holding the sword.

Cocoon in hand, sword in heart!

Just as the thought was hard to reflect, a sword converged from the green lotus to Murong he's hand. The sword was full of gold and green, and the lotus flower petals were naturally carved on it, if you had to use words to describe it.

Out of the mud but not dye, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon!

As soon as the green lotus sword comes out, a golden light lights up in the void. Its speed seems to ignore the laws of time and space in the road. Before shanwenbai reacts, it penetrates the latter's chest in an instant.

In the next second, a strong and steady voice with infinite edge resounded through the sky:

”the sword is better folded than bent, so no matter what your purpose is, I muronghe always does one thing, that is, pulling out the sword.”