Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

The sharp blade subtly and rapidly trembled as it passed over Masheng Yuanying's body, with a feeling on the wrist like a slight resistance in water when swimming.


Masheng Yuanying's face showed an extremely painful expression, his mouth wide open but without making a sound.


Masheng was only at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, and his Nascent Soul itself was still just a rudimentary form, like a newly born infant, with many abilities not yet grown, such as the ability to make a sound.


Otherwise, if the Nascent Soul were allowed to recite Dao Formulas and perform Daoist Skills, the power of the Daoist Skills would be greatly increased.


At this time, Shu Guan's Niu'erjian Sword slashed one stroke across Masheng Yuanying's body, and the flesh of Masheng Yuanying's body visibly became lighter.


It seemed that the Niu'erjian Sword could indeed harm the Nascent Soul of cultivators.


Shu Guan silently began to make rapid consecutive slashes on Masheng Yuanying's body.


Chapter 227: The Vanishing Ticking Sound_2