According to the description in the Introduction to Three Thousand Dao Dharma.

If the foundation is the source of the emperor, the twelve immortal veins will turn into twelve coiled dragon pillars.

Each immortal vein has a five-clawed golden dragon.

But now, his immortal veins are completely different from the source of the emperor.

The twelve immortal veins are all visible to the naked eye and are transformed into sword shapes, just like the twelve ancient immortal swords, standing in the heaven and earth within Fang Chen's body.

They are covered with thick and majestic sword intent, almost condensing into substance, like flames steaming on the sword body.

"Because I am a sword cultivator, or because the little sword has a special origin, does it cause my immortal veins to go astray?"

Fang Chen looked a little solemn.

The breath of the twelve immortal sword veins is obviously more majestic and stronger than the previous gold of hegemony!

This shows that his foundation has indeed been promoted.

At the same time, he could also clearly feel that his sword body was more than a hundred times stronger than before!

Xiaojian has indeed successfully advanced to the third level, and his sword body has also entered the third level from the second level.

The only thing I didn't expect was the change in the immortal veins.

Fang Chen didn't know whether this change was good or bad, or whether it would affect the subsequent practice of the introductory chapter of Three Thousand Taoist Dharma.

Lord Xuanbai and his men have arrived at the crack and are preparing to launch a search.

Fang Chen slowly opened his eyes, and a strong sword intent flashed from his gray eyes.

"Xiao Zhou, do you know the changes in my body?"

Fang Chen asked in his mind.

Lesson from Zhou Tian: "Brother, your immortal veins have been promoted. Such immortal veins are rare.

Only by practicing a high-level sword cultivation method and possessing a natal flying sword of special quality can it be possible to condense the veins of the immortal sword!"

"Comparing the vein of the Immortal Sword and the source of the Emperor, which one is more prominent?"

"Brother, can you give me a hundred lower-grade spiritual stones? This question requires the consumption of spiritual stones."

Fang Chen casually threw a hundred lower grade spiritual stones to Zhou Tianzhijian.

After he finished absorbing it, he spoke:

"The Emperor's Source is a name given to the Immortal Veins by the Three Thousand Dao Sects. If you really want to compare its level with the Immortal Sword Veins, it is half a level lower."

"Half a level difference? Does it mean that the Immortal Sword Veins I have condensed now is stronger than the Emperor's Source?"

Fang Chen's mind moved slightly.

This is a good thing.

"Xiao Chen, I have completely digested it. Do you want to send away the group of ants above?"

Xiao Jian's voice sounded in Fang Chen's ears.

Fang Chen's eyes moved slightly. He could use the Shadow Bodhisattva technique to leave this place quietly without fighting against Moyun Emperor and the others.

But now that he has just been promoted to the third-level sword body, it is a good opportunity to try the power of the third-level sword body.

In this way, when the trade exchange meeting starts, he can deal with Tong Hu and others in a more organized manner.

"You really have been hiding here for a long time?"

The voice of Lord Xuanbai sounded.

He and a group of his men had surrounded the place and were staring at Fang Chen with a sneer on his face.

"The Holy One has arrived in person. Should you come up with me, or should I take you up?"

As Lord Xuanbai spoke, he had already deployed tactics around him, as if he was afraid of Fang Chen's strange escape technique.

"Lead the way."

Fang Chen chuckled lightly.

Lord Xuanbai was slightly startled, why was the other party so calm?

After thinking for a few moments, he snorted in his heart, no matter what treacherous methods the other party used today, it was impossible to escape with the Demon Cloud Emperor present.

"Let's go."

Lord Xuanbai said calmly.

As everyone walked out of the crack, Demon Cloud Emperor noticed something, and his figure flashed in the air before coming to the crowd.

The nearby gods also rushed over one after another, looking at Fang Chen with various strange eyes.

Is it this young man in front of me who made Emperor Moyun so aggressive and mobilized dozens of divine kings?

"Holy lord, people have been brought here."

Lord Xuanbai bowed respectfully.

Emperor Moyun nodded slightly and looked at Fang Chen with a half-smile:

"Junior, where is my emperor's magic-suppressing wheel?"

"Gone."

Fang Chen answered honestly.

Gone?

A cold light flashed in Moyun Emperor's eyes, and he stared at Fang Chen for several breaths, as if he was thinking about something in his heart.

After a while, he said calmly: "I will give you a choice. Tell me how you destroyed the Demon Suppressing Wheel, and then tell me the magic you used to avoid being pursued by Lord Xuanbai. I can give you a way to leave this place alive."

Opportunity."

"Just a chance to get out of here alive?"

Fang Chen frowned slightly: "Are there any other options?"

"Junior, the Holy One is extremely gracious to give you the opportunity to leave this place alive."

"If it were us, I would break your heart today."

The gods around them laughed strangely.

"Demon Cloud Country is indeed full of monsters and monsters."

Fang Chen whispered to himself.

"Demons and monsters?"

There was a touch of sarcasm in Emperor Moyun's eyes:

"Since you have come to Moyun Country, you should know what kind of land it is.

We are monsters in your eyes, but you are nothing more than ants in our eyes."

"Do you have the answer to the choice you just made?"

"Yes."

Fang Chen nodded.

The terrifying and majestic sword intent suddenly swept out of the body, and endless spiritual power continued to surge.

Invisible fireworks enveloped the twelve immortal sword veins steaming crazily.

Bahuang Immortal-Suppressing Supreme Sword Sutra, the first style!

The dazzling sword light was swaying, and Xuanbai Shenjun and others felt their eyes sting, and blood and tears flowed out.

They were shocked, and before they could react, a sword light had already crossed the sky and instantly drowned the Demon Cloud Emperor.

This sword is filled with the aura of destruction!

This sword is as awe-inspiring as a god!

This sword can cut everything!

Demon Cloud Emperor looked down blankly.

I saw an unmatched force that was constantly disintegrating his body.

Hands, feet, and the precious clothes on his body, nothing can hold up under this power.

"You are a swordsman!"

Demon Cloud Emperor raised his head and roared.

The sound was so powerful that it spread throughout dozens of miles.

Sword repair!?

Xuanbai Shenjun and others were a little unbelievable that the young man in front of them could actually be the rumored sword cultivator?

Those crazy people!?
To be continued...