Three million pure sword intents have now completely replaced Chen Xia's sea of ​​consciousness and become a sea of ​​swords created by sword intent.

The image of three million flying swords is the swimming fish in this sea of ​​swords.

Fish are of size.

The powerful flying sword is the big fish among them.

Chen Xia went to Tiange to check the levels of flying swords, which are roughly divided into four levels.

Spiritual sword, Taoist sword, semi-immortal sword, fairy sword.

Most of the magic weapons in the world are of these four levels, and the meaning is as easy to understand as the name. The spiritual sword is a flying sword with spiritual wisdom. It is not common, but not rare.

The sword cultivator in the mountain realm usually has a spiritual sword to match. Of course, if he is a genius from a big family, he may be holding a Taoist sword.

This depends on the qualifications.

Some genius sword cultivators have carried pure sword intent since they were born, so they can even attract spiritual swords to automatically recognize their masters.

The book Chen Xia also recorded this passage. In history, even the most genius sword cultivator could only attract the Taoist sword to recognize his master.

The half-immortal sword will not take the initiative to recognize its master, because as long as it is covered with the word "Immortal", it will be a bit arrogant and you have to invite it yourself.

Moreover, almost every half-immortal sword in the world is recorded in the book. It is famous and can attract the half-immortal sword to recognize the master. Then your talent will be quasi-saints.

As for the immortal sword, it is too illusory. There are only thirty-six immortal swords recorded in the book, scattered among the great heavens, and each flying sword has followed the emperor to fight.

It can be said that every fairy sword is the most powerful existence in the world, and is greatly higher than other fairy weapons.

This metaphor is used in the book.

If the semi-immortal weapon is a peerless beauty, then the fairy weapon is a peerless beauty who can wear uniforms.

Very few, very rare.

Chen Xia frowned slightly, feeling that the book was not very serious, so he continued to flip it downwards.

Next, we will talk about the specific killing power division of flying swords. The spiritual sword is at the level of splitting mountains and breaking seas, the Taoist sword is at the level of cutting the continent, and the semi-immortal sword is at the level of destroying the world.

However, here, the Destruction of the World is focused on the destruction of a small world.

From Chen Xia's understanding, it should be the power of destroying a planet.

There is no clear record of the power of the fairy sword, and only mentioned that the fairy sword should be matched with the emperor, and it also marked it specifically later.

[If you are really curious, you can get a sword in person, and there will be a great emperor holding an immortal sword in the realm.]

The more Chen Xia read this book, the more he felt that he was not serious. He turned the pages back and watched the title of the book he just ignored.

"Sword Cultivation: From Beginning to Being Into the Earth" - Wang Yangzi.

It's indeed not very serious.

Chen Xia placed the book at the bottom of Tiange bookshelf, thinking that it would be better not to be born casually.

After understanding the general level of the flying sword, he can also start to classify the three million flying swords in his body.

This is a very time-consuming and meticulous job. Fortunately, what Chen Xia lacks the most is time, and he looks at it one by one.

There is no grade among them, but there are two million flying swords that are counted as magic weapons.

The spirit sword is 480,000.

The Taoist sword is 19,999.

There is only one half-immortal sword.

It is the bronze sword used by the sword servant.

Generally, sword cultivators will have one or two flying swords, and a few talented sword cultivators can have more than three natal flying swords.

The sword cultivator with the most exaggerated history is a great saint who controls ten thousand swords alone, and can wrestle the arm of the quasi-emperor.

Chen Xia nodded. From this perspective, he was not very exaggerated, he was just three hundred times more than this great saint.

It's OK.

Chen Xia is not a sword cultivator, so although he has three million pure sword intents in his body, he doesn't know how to use them, just simply crushing them with the sword intent.

No skills, all depends on strength.

If he can use sword energy and sword skills in the future, the strength of these three million flying swords will be increased several times, and there will be no one to come before and after.

Unfortunately, Chen Xia doesn’t know how to do it, but he can learn slowly, and he has this time.

Most of the sword technique depends on talent and understanding. A talented sword cultivation scholar can hold a sword since he was born, so his sword technique will naturally not be inferior.

Chen Xia didn't know if he had the qualifications for sword cultivator, but he had luck, which was enough.

No matter how powerful the qualification is, it cannot match good luck.

Because luck is the ultimate metaphysics.

He is now sitting in his cave, constantly nurturing his sword intent, and practicing martial arts and carving Taoist chapters.

The Daozhang in the desperate situation of reincarnation can be further optimized. Chen Xia decided to add some colorful lantern effects and some particle effects to it, because this is really cool.

The big yellow dog will come to visit Chen Xia every few days and bring some medicinal soups he made.

"This medicine soup can replenish qi and blood."

The big yellow dog grinned, took out the medicine soup, placed it in front of Chen Xia, and signaled him to drink it.

Chen Xia’s current state is really not good if he looks at it from the perspective of bystanders.

His pale face has been going on for two years and has not improved yet. He is a little shaking when he is acting, like a seriously ill person.

Chiyu had already taken time to return to his tribe and said he wanted to bring great medicine to Chen Xia.

The big yellow dog will bring Chen Xia some medicinal soups to nourish qi and blood every few days.

This is indeed useful to Chen Xia, but it also made Chen Xia ask curiously.

"Where did you come from these medicinal herbs?"

The big yellow dog grinned and waved his hand and said, "Elder Lei's medicine forest was picked. Elder Lei has a good temper. His ordinary disciples are sick. He takes a few plants. It's not considered stealing. He mainly cares about wild monsters."

Chen Xia frowned, always feeling that this technique sounded a little familiar.

He knew about Elder Lei. He heard from other preparatory disciples that he told various deeds, which could be summarized into one sentence.

He is a good person.

Chen Xia didn't care much either. After drinking the medicine soup, he replenished his body's qi and blood. He frowned slightly and said something to the big yellow dog.

"If you want to take medicine in the future, just give it some money, otherwise it would be better to have sex for free."

The big yellow dog touched his butt, "I don't have money."

Chen Xia nodded, he had no money either.

The Cangtian Sword Sea will not pay salary to the prepared disciples.

Then I can only have a free time for the time being.

Chen Xia planned to do some money-making business when he had fully cultivated his sword intent, and at least he had to pay back Elder Lei's medicinal materials.

He must not be able to make money from a good person for nothing.

Otherwise, if everyone gets free, there will be no good people in the world.

The big yellow dog stood aside and lifted his shorts, and suddenly made a proposal.

"Why would I sell my collected clothes?"

Chen Xia looked at it carefully, "Who bought your clothes?"

As long as it is a little more normal, I will not buy clothes worn by big yellow dogs.

What is the main purpose?

Dog-flavored pants?

The big yellow dog shook his head and explained: "I have collected many clothes for female monks in the sect, including many close-fitting clothes. I think someone should buy them, right?"

"Don't." Chen Xia shook his head, "You burn these clothes quickly."

"Why?" The big yellow dog was a little puzzled, with a heavy expression, and waved his claws and said, "I worked hard and stolen one by one."

Listening to its tone, I feel it’s not easy for me.

Chen Xia patted its dog's head and sighed.
Chapter completed!