Evolution from White Snake - Chapter 630

c630 The sword of the river comes from the sky

Li Xinghe finished speaking.

There was a sound of gasping for air.

Hiss, hiss… so terrifying.

“You actually received such high praise from the sect master?”

“What kind of existence is the Qinglian Sword Immortal? He is a powerful Immortal Emperor who is above the 30th level of calamity!”

“It is an existence that can be compared with the illustrious people of the human race such as Mo Weilong Lord, Monkey King, Three-Eyed True Lord, and Yuan Chenzi.”

“What is the origin of this casual cultivator?”

“And such a person actually takes that ordinary-looking man in white as his leader. Isn’t that man in white more powerful than this casual cultivator?”

“Rogue cultivators are already comparable to the Qinglian Sword Immortal in terms of qualifications, so this man in white is more powerful than the Qinglian Sword Immortal? Is this sect leader a fake?”

These disciples and even the Seven Great Sword Immortals are all thinking about it.

in their minds.

The drama of a super old monster who has been hidden for millions of years and leads the younger generation to worship the mountain has been sketched out.

This is not to become a disciple.

This is really a game.

For a person as strong as you, you should become a hammer master.

Come on, come on, Sect Master, you deserve it.

“Don’t dare to take it, don’t dare to take it.”

Emperor Wusheng waved his hand quickly.

“I just figured out all these sword skills by myself.”

“Compared with the seniors, it’s still far behind.”

Emperor Wusheng said humbly.

But in Ye Huohuo’s view.

This is simply murderous and heartbreaking.

Thinking of the misfortune of being blown away by a sword.

Ye Huohuo was extremely depressed.

In the end, Emperor Wu Sheng succeeded in becoming Li Xinghe’s disciple.

He jumped directly to become the disciple of the sect master.

Those ordinary sword cultivators look envious.

then.

The Galaxy Sword Sect held a grand apprenticeship ceremony.

After the banquet, there is plenty of wine and food.

Lin Bai looked at the Wusheng Emperor who was sent over.

He smiled and said:

“See you again in a thousand years.”

“You can practice well here.”

The Immortal Empress also said: “If you have anything to do, just tell us. As long as my master is here, who dares to bully us in this tenth heaven?”

Emperor Wu Sheng laughed.

“good!”

“Thousands of years later, let us conquer the higher heavens!”

Master Zilong whined and cried.

“I am a dragon, a dragon that no one loves.”

Watching Lin Bai and others flying away with the dragon.

Li Xinghe sighed with emotion: “Disciple, practice hard. Your current level of swordsmanship is enough, but your cultivation is still not enough. The techniques you practice are still the crude ones from the lower world. It is a waste of your qualifications.”

“From now on, you will follow your master and practice our Galaxy Sword Sect’s top immortal technique, the Nine Heavens Star Sword Controlling True Technique!”

“Master, I really want to see a good young man whose qualifications are not inferior to those of Qinglian Sword Immortal.”

“How far can it be achieved within a thousand years?”

Li Xinghe stroked his beard and laughed.

“Thank you, Master.”

Emperor Wu Sheng took a deep breath.

Looking at the infinite void high above.

In a place that is more than twenty days higher than here.

On an endless and desolate battlefield.

The people here are fierce and murderous.

This is the old battlefield above the galaxy.

It is the front line between the dragon and snake camp against the old camp.

The protracted war has been going on here for countless years.

Auras of evil, chaos, depravity and madness linger over the old battlefields.

The phantoms of the terrifying and ferocious evil gods that devour the sky and the earth are entrenched everywhere on the front line.

On the old battlefield.

There are obliterated avenues everywhere, the remains of immortals who have been dead for thousands of years and have not broken down, and the remains of evil gods who are still polluting the world after death.

This is a restricted area for the weak and a paradise for the strong to fight.

On one of the battlefields.

A blue-robed swordsman pointed his sword at the sky, drunkenly drank the sun and the moon, and sang softly;

“The sword of the river comes from the sky!”