The entire body of the Youshen Flower was shrouded in mist, and in Lu Qingshan's hands, it kept floating up and down, changing countless times.
The most mysterious thing is the strange vibrations it emits continuously for a long time.
"It must have a very close relationship with the Heart Demon Clan." Lu Qingshan judged.
The growth of the wonders of heaven and earth requires harsh conditions.
The black lotus is not only the habitat of the inner demon, but also a rare object in the world.
Its root is the Heart Lotus, which is a sacred object in the eyes of other demons.
How could such a magical black lotus grow just anywhere?
This area is shrouded in fog all year round, and there is demonic energy of unknown origin seeping out of the ground. It is obviously some kind of strange geography.
And just now, the evil spirit of unknown origin suddenly dissipated. Now, seeing the wandering flower picked up by the inner demons, it is not difficult to associate the relationship between the two.
After a while, the Youshen Flower finally stabilized, and it seemed that as the outside world calmed down, it also quieted down.
The fluctuations that made one's mind wander were also completely restrained.
Lu Qingshan pondered for a moment, and finally slowly extended his spiritual sense, preparing to carefully examine this strange flower and explore its mysteries.
At this moment, there seemed to be a whirlpool in the Youshen Flower, emitting a strong attraction that drew his mind directly into it.
"Young Master, Young Master..." He could hear the sword spirit girl's anxious call, but it gradually became blurred and invisible.
…
Neither sleeping nor awake.
Lu Qingshan only felt darkness in front of his eyes, but his whole body seemed to be floating upwards, rising and rising until it reached the sky.
I don’t know whether it was a brief quarter of an hour, or a long thousand years.
Lu Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes and clasped his hands forward.
Just like a swordsman who is awakened from a dream, the first thing he does is to reach for the sword beside his pillow.
Lu Qingshan wanted to hold his sword.
But he came up empty-handed and gained nothing.
Subconsciously, Lu Qingshan's heart tightened.
But the next moment, a loud bang that pierced his eardrums exploded in his ears.
Lu Qingshan quickly raised his head and looked forward in a daze.
There was darkness between heaven and earth, and a sword energy was coming from the sky.
There was no trace of the sky anymore, and the sword energy was rolling, surging like a raging wave, piling up layer by layer and falling from the sky.
A wave of sword energy covered the sky and the sun, and even immortals and gods had to retreat when seeing it.
That’s not all.
There is sword energy in the sky.
There is a flash of sword underground.
A brilliant sword light rose from the ground.
Then , the two converged in the center of heaven and earth.
It seems that this is the only line left between heaven and earth.
The sword light and sword energy were both extremely ferocious and terrifying, and their momentum was as powerful as the magical powers of immortals.
"The sword energy traverses thirty thousand miles, and the sword light chills the nineteen states." Even though Lu Qingshan had seen many swords of gods and men, at this moment his scalp exploded, his blood vessels dilated, and he muttered.
I don't know when.
In front of Lu Qingshan, a figure appeared amidst the sword light and sword energy.
It was a woman in green, tall and slender, with fluttering sleeves.
The temperament is extraordinary and cool, like the reflection of the clouds in a clear pond.
The woman's steps were a little unsteady, as if she was injured, but she soon steadied herself and walked independently and calmly.
Above the woman's body, a head slowly emerged.
The head was golden in color and looked extremely valuable.
It exhaled purple air, and its huge eyes like two lanterns were shining as it stared at Lu Qingshan, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying.
As for its appearance, it is clearly very similar to the dragon embroidered on the robes of the royal family.
The head was breathing heavily, and the purple air coming out of its mouth became thicker and thicker, condensing like substance.
It climbed up again, its body became taller, half of it was exposed, and its fangs and claws were bared.
But for some reason, Lu Qingshan did not feel afraid at all about this terrifying head in front of him. Instead, he felt a sense of closeness from the bottom of his heart.
It was at this time.
The woman in green flicked her sleeves.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Four sword lights were like swimming fish, swaying back and forth in the sea of ​​clouds, hovering in front of the woman, and finally sinking into the body of the woman in green.
That’s not all.
whoosh!
Another sword roar was heard from the sea of ​​clouds, and another sword light, like a dancing dragon, also disappeared into the woman's figure.
Lu Qingshan was shocked and stood still on the spot.
He was too familiar with that sword light.
In other words, all contemporary sword practitioners in the world are extremely familiar with it.
Because they had all seen that sword.
That sword has been the pillar of swordsmanship for thousands of years.
That sword once killed half of the ancestors.
That sword once opened the gate of heaven!
Now, that sword is held in the hands of a woman.
Lu Qingshan was suddenly startled, and stared blankly at the back of the woman who seemed to be shrouded in divine light and as crystal clear as jade.
Deep down in his heart, he knew that person was thousands of miles away from him, and that his current state was mysterious and indescribable, difficult for others to perceive.
However, at this moment, he still raised his sleeves, clasped his hands together, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Master?"
Then, the woman in green in front slowly turned around.
Red lips, jade-like face, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water.
There was a hint of doubt between her brows and she looked around.
Finally, she seemed to have discovered something. With a faint smile on her lips, she squinted at Lu Qingshan's position.
"Qingshan."
I heard that extremely cold yet familiar voice.
Lu Qingshan only felt that the energy in his body began to surge and roll, like a pot of boiling water with countless firewood at the bottom of the pot, splashing everywhere, making him extremely uncomfortable and his expression began to look painful.
When the woman saw this scene, she immediately floated over, like the flying fairy of Dunhuang.
She flew to Lu Qingshan, stretched out her hand, and wanted to stroke Lu Qingshan's face and soothe the pain on his face.
But the hands she stretched out passed through Lu Qingshan's body as if passing through the wind.
The woman first frowned, and ripples appeared on the calm spring water.
Then, the woman looked at Lu Qingshan carefully again, as if she understood something.
"I will fly a thousand miles into the sky with my sword in hand. I will leave you at the first watch and return at the second."
She said softly.
"Qingshan, it's time to go back."
"It's time to go back..."
"I'm going back..."
“I went…”
"Yes..."
Lu Qingshan felt as if a thunder exploded in his ears.
Then his acupoints exploded with thunder, his meridians exploded with thunder, his flesh and blood exploded with thunder, his soul exploded with thunder, everything he had was blown to pieces.
Scared to death.
The next moment, Lu Qingshan's figure began to blur, was blown into pieces, and turned into flowing light that gradually dissipated.
Before Lu Qingshan's figure completely disappeared, Xia Daoyun simply stretched out her jade-like soft hand, gently "held" Lu Qingshan's hand, and looked into Lu Qingshan's eyes.
She smiled and said gently, "I'll wait for you to come back in the East Region."
Finally, Lu Qingshan slowly disappeared from his feet to his waist and then to his head like dust.
…
At this moment, Xia Daoyuan's face disappeared from Lu Qingshan's sight.
His vision began to change rapidly, and various images flashed by like a marquee.
He saw the demonic tides in the three cities of Zhongling rise and fall, two thousand sword cultivators "slicing through the waves", saw the white-robed sword immortals guarding the city, and saw a blue-robed sword immortal traveling through the sea of ​​clouds...
Finally, he saw two girls with spiritual energy practicing sword on the top of Qingfeng Mountain. During the break, they looked up at the sky and seemed to see a breeze blowing by. They began to feel happy for some reason.
…
A vast wilderness.
Lu Qingshan finally opened his eyes, sweating profusely.
He looked down and saw that two of the seven leaves of the Youshen Flower in his hand had withered without him noticing.
Lu Qingshan touched his cheeks, which were all sweaty. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked, "Yitian, how long has it been?"
"One hour."
Lu Qingshan slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, forced a smile, looked up to the east, and murmured to the silent void: "Fortunately..."
This experience was triggered by the rare flower in his hand, but the root cause was more complicated. It might be two completely different lives, or it might be the sublimation of what he had learned from years of practicing kendo.
In short, just now, with the help of the Youshen Flower, he stepped into the realm of out-of-body spiritual travel.
The god in the wandering spirit is just a "god", a simple "god", not the "god" of the primordial spirit.
The reason why it is called half a foot is because it only leaves the body but does not return.
When gods walk outside, they will gradually forget themselves, lose their emotions, lose their memories, and become true wandering gods.
The further away from the physical body, the more so.
His out-of-body experience had already taken him around the sky and as far as the Eastern Region. If he delayed any further, it would be hard to say whether he would be able to come back.
After escaping death, Lu Qingshan gradually regained his composure.
“The out-of-body spiritual journey is a state of heaven and man. In this state of heaven and man, one forgets oneself, the world, and all things. In the end, only the great way in one’s heart remains.”
“This state is what cultivators dream of, and it is where one can seek the great way.”
"I almost forgot myself just now. If I continue like this, I will forget the world, forget everything, and correct the mistakes of the Great Dao."
"This flower has five of its seven leaves left. It can still support me in a longer trance, a trance in which I forget everything."
This kind of spiritual journey is the true perfection of merit.
"…Although I don't know the name of this flower, it is clearly a flower that is in harmony with the Tao, a Tao flower." Lu Qingshan exclaimed .
"But the longer you wander, the more dangerous it will be to come back. Even if you have experienced it once, the next time you come back will only be more dangerous, and it will be hard to predict whether you will live or die."
"Only after my soul breaks through the soul realm, goes a step further, and becomes more stable, will I dare to try to go a step further in my spiritual journey. "
Lu Qingshan shook his head and collected the strange flower that he called the Dao Flower and that his inner demon called the Youshen Flower.
He understood that if he ever needed to use this flower again... there would only be one situation.
Sword Immortal!