Chapter 1791: Killing

People were heartbroken outside the stadium.

In front of 17 million people, he failed to keep his mouth shut and opened other people's scars dripping with blood.

Hua Changdeng, who was hit by a wave of swords in the field, was shattered.

The power of fame is too strong!

Coupled with the real damage effect of Mo Jian Shu's Wuyu Weirui Sword, his fragile body of will was chopped to death without ceremony.

Even consciousness will be swept away and extinguished under the effects of prajna non-existence and heavenly abandonment.

But Huachangdeng is still Huachangdeng after all, so when the tide swept over everything and flooded everything, he took the initiative to break the body, soul, and mind of the body of will here, and turned himself into nothing.

"What a sword!"

The world of ghosts and Buddhas was full of soul sounds, but after the wave of swords, a long lantern descended from the misty sky and ten earths in such a heartfelt praise.

At this time, whether it was the outsiders watching the battle in Jinxing or the insiders like Mei Siren and Yang Xizhi, their faces were full of surprise.

"The Ghost Sword Immortal is not dead?"

The matchmaker no longer dared to pick up the topic that Mr. Siren had just talked about.

Just in time, she returned her attention to the battle situation, and handed the steps to the old sword master as soon as the conversation changed.

"Ghost transformation..."

Mei Si people murmured.

In Jinxing's screen, countless questions about "What is ghost transformation" suddenly flashed across the screen, and the matchmaker also asked this question.

But seeing Mei Si's expression serious, he held the paper fan tightly and said:

"It's nothing special, just the simplest ghost transformation."

"Just like an ordinary spiritual refiner, when he is about to die, he may choose to self-destruct in order to escape with a ray of residual consciousness and find a glimmer of hope."

"Hua Changdeng is different from us. He majors in the way of the soul. Even his main perspective is the soul body. He really sees the world through the eyes of the soul."

"And the so-called 'ghost transformation' means sacrificing all the power of the body and mind in exchange for a chance for the soul to escape into nothingness."

That is to say...

The matchmaker thought for a long time, but could not find a more tactful word to describe the behavior of the Ghost Sword Fairy, which was similar to the golden cicada's escape from its shell.

Master Shou, on the other hand, smiled and said bluntly:

"on one's last legs?"

So scolding!

Jin Xing commented, and there was another burst of laughter.

Only if Master Shou has the courage and strength to face the Ghost Sword Immortal, can he still persist in being scolded?

The stone tablet in Zhongyuan Realm trembled.

In the surrounding areas, the earth became corrupted again, and then strands of ghostly aura emerged.

"This is……"

The spectators were so frightened that they retreated and quickly understood what was happening.

It's like Master Shou was able to cleverly borrow the name of the Five Domains and turn it into his own use.

The Ghost Sword Immortal is the Holy Emperor, and the Holy God Continent can be regarded as his back garden. In addition, he can even borrow the power of death from Zhou Tiandao. Why can't he borrow the power of this mere ghost?

"Chi chi chi..."

The ghost mist made a roar.

Not long after, a pair of soul eyes with a faint green luster formed in the surrounding sky, which was extremely penetrating.

And high in the sky, the hazy figure of Hua Changdeng slowly reappeared.

Xu Xiaoshou was unmoved.

Huachang Deng doesn't do much.

He turned into a ghost body - although this body could avoid the frontal damage from Chaoqi's sword, in terms of strength, it was no longer comparable to the body of will just now.

"Yes, you are very good, Xiaoshi Tanji..."

Returning like this is not for revenge.

It's nothing more than proving to others that it's really difficult for the young man in front of him to kill him with a sword.

From the very beginning, Hua Changdeng had no intention of entangled with this son. If he had a strong heart, the Holy Emperor's will would be lost without regret.

At the very least, we have seen the rise of the junior swordsmen, which is a great thing for the world of ancient sword cultivation.

Hua Changdeng looked approvingly and sighed sincerely:

"The way of name can be better than the thought of sword."

"Following the eight masters, your talent in swordsmanship should be said to be the best in this generation. The name of the 'No. 1 Sword Immortal' is indeed worthy of the name."

"It's a pity..."

He stared at the stone sword in the young man's hand, and finally lowered his head, looking at his ghost body, smiling and speechless.

Xu Xiaoshou was not discouraged. He seemed to have never heard the disdain in Lao Deng's words. He raised the corners of his lips and said:

"What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that my sword can't kill you, this old man, but you escaped with a bang?" He clapped his hands, as if to encourage the children to successfully rely on their own strength and let out the first fart in their lives. .

Awesome... This spiritual word made Hua Changdeng unable to tell whether it was a real mockery or an irony.

He looked over and saw that the young man was still holding the sword in his hand that was about to move:

"A sword is a sword."

"And you, there is no escape, no avoidance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the spectators saw that a "chi-la" sound suddenly sounded from Hua Changdeng's ghost body.

Overlapping sword lights tore apart his ghostly body everywhere.

The sword light came from nowhere, but its destination was very clear. After tearing apart its ghostly body, it flowed into one place.

In the end, it turned into...

"water?"

No!

Not water!

It’s a “name” as good as water!

The power of a name is like a maggot in the tarsus.

Even if Hua Changdeng abandoned his body and mind and escaped into the soul state he was most familiar with, the sword light created by Minghua and the damage caused by Mingzhu still followed.

"this……"

The body of the ghost is cracking open.

Hua Changdeng felt pain all over his body as if he had been tortured by Ling Chi.

The power of the name was like a slow cut with a dull knife, almost causing him to cry out in pain.

"How is this possible?"

Hua Changdeng was shocked.

What surprised him was not that this boy was so powerful.

But he could see a somewhat familiar smell from the name power of this tarsal bone, a bit like his own...

Sword ghost means ghost?

"Did you see it?"

Xu Xiaoshou held the sword, walked forward, and said with a chuckle: "I have been cultivating my name for half a year, but I have not fallen behind on the development of other aspects of ancient swordsmanship..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the Meisi people standing on the hill behind him.

"He's looking at me?"

The matchmaker's heartbeat quickened for a moment.

She pressed her slightly rising chest and used Jinxing to give Master Shou a massage.

——It’s not just the matchmaker who gets the benefits, all the brothers have to eat something good.

"bad thing!"

Mei Siren was the only one whose heart skipped a beat at the sight of this boy.

What does it mean when you hit you and suddenly turned your head?

This kid has never done anything wrong, and nothing good has ever happened to being targeted by him... The Mei Si people didn't even have the idea of ​​understanding or being curious. They already had the idea of ​​​​creating the Jade Talisman of the Apricot Realm in their minds and escaping on the spot.

"My teacher is right!"

Xu Xiaoshou's words stopped him in place.

The golden apricot in the matchmaker's hand also turned around with the sound, which meant that she had fallen into the gaze of 17 million spectators.

"cough."

Meisiren quietly hid the Xingjie Jade Talisman, raised his chin slightly, took out a paper fan and slowly shook it, writing:

"Mild praise, ridiculous praise."

I haven't said anything yet, and you're already praising me?

Xu Xiaoshou felt happy and pointed at Mr. Siren and said: "The old man also said that there are three ghosts: sword ghost, clone ghost, spirit ghost, and mind ghost..."

The paper fan in Mei Siren's hand slowly stopped shaking.

"This Ghost Sword is really powerful. I've seen it from the side. It's the one my teacher didn't explain just now..."

Mei Siren's face turned pale, he opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"What he wants to say is nothing more than that the sword energy left in the body of the Eight Masters must have been cut by your Ghost Sword, so it cannot be erased, right?"

After hearing this, the people from Meisi were so angry that they wanted to refute it loudly:

I didn't say anything!

This is what you said, the old man has just stopped!

Xu Xiaoshou, you are simply disrespectful. You even want to slam such a shit basin on your teacher’s head. It’s in vain to teach you the art of the Heart Sword, Prajna Wu...

He hasn't spoken yet.

The body of the ghost has a long lamp, following the direction of the finger, looking down.

If Meisi people felt something, they raised their eyes from a distance, and suddenly there was a look of sadness and despair on their faces.

"well……"

After all, Hua Changdeng was also his student, and Xu Xiaoshou was also his student.

It's just that they have different origins, different stances, and different paths, so that the two sides have come to such opposites.

If we change time and space, change the scene.

Perhaps the two of them, together with the Eight Masters, Wen Ting, Rao Yaoyao, and other junior students in the ancient sword cultivating world, could gather together to discuss Taoism and swordsmanship...

Mei Siren sighed again, cutting off his random thoughts.

His second world is too beautiful, so far and even in the future, I am afraid it will never be realized.

Hua Changdeng calmly withdrew his gaze.

Neither Xiaoshi Tanji nor Mr. Siren could make his mind fluctuate any more.

What he was concerned about at this time was that this young man actually seemed to understand a little bit of his own way of using the sword?

What an amazing talent is this?

But if you think about it carefully, it’s not right...

Thirty years ago, when I was on the path of Sword Demon, I could only get a glimpse of it.

No matter how powerful the sword energy left in the body of Ba Zun is, the Tao Yun is still insufficient. It is impossible for this young man to deduce the subsequent cultivation method, right?

Xu Xiaoshou saw through his confusion at a glance and said with a smile:

"The art of haunting the yin, the reversal of the lost state, the art of forbidding my disappearance, and the art of leaving the world to be independent. So far, the art has not been eliminated."

"Although this is unpleasant, it also taught me that this body is immortal and the technique is eternal."

After a pause, he lowered his head and looked at his hands:

"My love swordsmanship cultivates the relationship between two lives and the evidence of reincarnation. I rely on the past to determine the present. When this sword is slashed, I believe you can feel it."

"If I am immortal in the past, then I will never be destroyed in the present; if I am immortal in the present, then the way of the famous sword will last forever!"

This sound is like spring thunder, shocking the heart and soul.

Whether it's the disdainful words and evil spirits, or the self-confidence of talking about the phase of the two worlds and the timing of reincarnation.

Including this scholar's interpretation and application of the Tao of Names, all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts came one after another.

Hua Changdeng suddenly realized that maybe he had underestimated this young man. His height was not that of a younger generation, so he should be as tall as himself?

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

"Sorry, that's just my previous name." Xu Xiaoshou interrupted unceremoniously, "My real name is Xu Xiaoshou."

Now, he no longer needs to borrow other people's vests or make up his own identity in order to protect himself.

The Holy Emperor should be killed.

The ancestor gods should be destroyed.

If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha. That's all.

Xu Xiaoshou... Hua Changdeng whispered this name, his voice distorted, but under his blurred vision, he looked at the stone sword in Xu Xiaoshou's hand.

He is named the number one swordsman and bears the power of the sword.

If it were a mortal sword, it would have been shattered into pieces when the sword came out.

This stone sword, Xu Xiaoshou, is really as he said before. The seal cannot be broken and the scabbard cannot be taken out, so why did he hurt himself like this?

"What's the name of this sword?" Hua Changdeng asked reluctantly.

嘤——

As if he finally had a chance to show his face, the stone sword twisted violently, and with his spiritual strength, he almost broke the seal by himself.

Xu Xiaoshou smiled when he saw this, but did not stop Shi Jian's excitement.

Instead, he raised the sword in his hand, and in front of Hua Changdeng, in front of the spectators from the five domains, he called out softly:

"Zangku."

What a good name... Hua Changdeng seemed to have more to say.

But the power of name swept and entangled, and gradually obliterated his ghost body. He no longer had the extra strength to speak.

Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand, no longer torturing the miserable Lao Deng, and said with a flick of his sleeve:

"Next time we meet, bring your ghost hunters and come and experience the sharpness of Zangku in my hand!"

"As for today, that's all."

He closed his eyes and did not give Hua Changdeng a chance to make noise.

Xu Xiaoshou grasped the Zangku sword fiercely, and detonated the trickling power of name through the air.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion in the void.

The name above is like water, spring breeze and drizzle when slow, and waves and waves when wild, suddenly collapsed inward, and then crushed Hua Changdeng's entire ghost.

The ghost Buddha world is built on the ancient war god platform.

The level of the Taoist rules here is extremely high, which can be said to be no less than the relics of the gods, and even the residence of the ancestors of the heavenly realm.

After half a year of solidification, the space of the ghost and Buddha world is also stable.

This place was built to welcome the battle between the Holy Emperor and the Ancestral God.

Naturally, the collapsed space and the black hole blasted through by Xu Xiaoshou's explosion were not large.

This is not the power of name, but the lack of power.

It is just a more familiar use of explosions, and the remnant will and soul of Hua Changdeng are not worthy of making a bigger momentum.

"Hu..."

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

This explosion was considered to have vented the resentment after hearing about the death of Yu Lao, and it was also considered to have vented Xiaoyu's anger in advance.

Of course, things did not end here.

No matter how the outside world watched the battle at this time, Xu Xiaoshou never left after blowing up Hua Changdeng's ghost.

He had his own goals.

He had been searching for Hua Changdeng's will for several days, and had the opportunity to talk and communicate. He found out that Hua Changdeng's will was so powerful that he could cross the world of ghosts and Buddhas.

How could he miss such a good opportunity?

The death of the remnant soul was just to vent his anger.

When the surrounding space solidified a little, the power of the ghost was completely wiped out, and it seemed that it had completely disappeared from this world...

"Swish!"

It was invisible to the naked eye of outsiders and could not be perceived by the spiritual mind.

At the place where Hua Changdeng had just died, a faint light flashed out, and went to the direction of the ghost Buddha at the Guizhe Ruins.

"Here it comes!"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up immediately.

Last time, when he extinguished Hua Changdeng's will in advance, this situation also happened.

But at that time, he did not think much, nor did he stop it. He just watched its changes and came to the conclusion that Hua Changdeng's will came from the ghost Buddha and would eventually return to the ghost Buddha.

"This means that no matter what the outcome is, whether it is hunting ghosts or being hunted by others, there will be a part of power that will be returned to the ghost Buddha."

"When the ghost Buddha world is transformed into Fengdu, the unknown power that belongs to the ghost Buddha will be accumulated, and Hua Changdeng will definitely come in person."

"If at that time, I want to take his moves, or theirs, or their moves, it will be very passive..."

All the way, I have been passive for so long, but it is not entirely because I am a passive person.

It is because I have no strength and have to be passive!

Now that my strength has improved, and I have figured out the intention of Hua Changdeng's conspiracy, how can Xu Xiaoshou let the opportunity pass?

"Soul light..."

Looking far away, looking to the direction of the ghost Buddha.

What Xu Xiaoshou saw was no longer the ghost Buddha, but it seemed that in the void, he saw the ladder that went straight up to the sky in the past.

And above the ladder, the legendary secret realm of the five great holy emperors that the people of the five domains may never see for eternity.

"Now that you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and waited.

He was not in a hurry, but only wanted to follow the soul light and cross the land of several realms.

When he saw that the soul light finally came to the ghost Buddha, it was about to sink into the cinnabar between the ghost Buddha's eyebrows like other soul lights in the past.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyebrows changed, and he waited solemnly, and suddenly raised two fingers.

"What is this?"

More than 17 million spectators in Jinxing did not see the soul light, but only saw that Master Shou stayed in place for a while after killing the ghost sword fairy.

He waited, waited...

Suddenly, he looked into the sky, and used the evil Yin hand gesture, and whispered the name of the slightly familiar and terrifying magic:

"Magic·Return to the Soul Tomb!"