Chapter 37: Asura Child, Remnant Soul Awakens

Volume 1 Chapter 37 The Remnant Soul Awakens

"How did you do it?" Caiyi was excited and excited, and she was no less surprised than others. She knew that Qin Ming was very talented, and she knew that he could rise up when he had the chance, but she didn't expect to be so strong and strong. It's a little perverted.

According to previous expectations, Qin Ming should be able to fight hard to the end, but it is also the limit, but he did not expect that he would actually abolish Mu Zixiu.

"What and how?"

"Why did the fifth-level heaven abolish the seventh-level heaven?"

"Skills account for most of it, Mu Zixiu was careless."

Cai Yi smiled brightly: "For the first time, I don't feel bad when I see you covered in injuries."

"It's all flesh wounds, not bones."

"How explosive is your King Kong Infinite?"

"About five thousand pounds."

Cai Yi was taken aback, no wonder. "Go back and have a good rest. I'll go to Huyan Zhuozhuo to get you some Lingzhu grass. Hehe, I bet three plants from him, and he owes me thirty plants at a bet rate of ten for one."

"So much? He can give it?" Qin Ming said with a smile.

Cai Yi blinked and said playfully, "He definitely won't give it. It counts as much as you give."

"You keep it, I'll use those three trees, don't forget that I'm still a servant and can't accept martial arts and spirit grass."

"I just said the bet was made in your name."

Qin Ming didn't care too much about today's victory. After returning to the warehouse, he retreated again, practiced life and life, and swallowed the energy of life between heaven and earth.

The second stage of Sheng Sheng Jue has been thoroughly researched, and the recovery speed is several times faster than before, and more than ten wounds are slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of the energy of life.

Yueqing really waited until Mu Zixiu's people brought Lingzhu Grass before letting him go. This strength moved many people.

When Mu Zixiu left the martial arts field, he was already in a coma, and he could barely hold his arms.

Although this matter will arouse dissatisfaction among the people of the Great Elder faction, but looking at the Qingyun Sect, no one dares to provoke Yueqing.

The next morning, Zhang Dong's bastard sent the list again, deliberately adding 'amount'.

After a whole night of training, Qin Ming had recovered most of his injuries, and he lifted the stone jar to deliver goods everywhere.

On the surface, the injury is no longer visible, the complexion is also good, and the expression is very calm, as if nothing happened yesterday.

He is very calm, the disciples on the road are not calm, this kid really can't be beaten to death? It hurt like that yesterday, and it's alive again after a night? It seems that there is no reason for not torturing him to death in the past eight years, this kid really resists beating!

There were still many disciples mocking him on the way, but he could clearly feel the restraint. No one scolds me when the delivery is not timely, I don't dare. This kid is not afraid of punishment, beatings, and trouble. He is a hobhead. Now that he has strength, he is not afraid of anything.

Qin Ming was very calm and had nothing to be proud of. What he valued was the gains after yesterday's battle and his own shortcomings in martial arts.

These are the most precious.

Five days later, Qin Ming's realm broke through again, and he was promoted to the sixth level of Lingwu.

The three Lingzhu grass that Yueqing brought and the five Lingzhu grass that Cai Yi forcibly brought from Huyan Zhuozhuo helped a lot. For this breakthrough, six trees were used before and after, and the remaining two were just used to consolidate the realm.

Qin Ming has no slack, and he cultivates day and night. This kind of intense cultivation may not be able to withstand others, but Qin Ming has a life and a life. It can also relieve fatigue and keep you in the best condition at any time. After eight years, he finally got the chance. If he didn't perform well, he would be sorry for himself, and even more sorry for the ancient city of Thunder who was waiting so hard.

It's just that in the dead of night, Qin Ming occasionally wonders, why is no one at home coming to see me this year?

In the past, I would come three times a year, but it has been more than half a year this year, so why didn't I come once.

Will something happen?

When can I go back to see my family and see the suffering townspeople.

In the middle of the night, Qin Ming was sitting cross-legged and meditating, consolidating the realm of the Sixth Heaven, when an ethereal and hoarse voice appeared out of thin air: "Senior...Save me..."

The voice was empty, as if very weak, floating weakly.

Qin Ming woke up and looked around, where did the voice come from? He looked back at the deepest part of the warehouse for the first time. It was dark and full of debris, and it was a little scary in the silent night.

"Senior... I am the Donghuang War Clan..."

"Save me... save me..."

The hoarse voice was intermittent and ethereal, as if it was floating from a warehouse, or it seemed to come from a dim space.

"Who are you! Where are you?" Qin Ming frowned and forced himself to be calm.

"Forgive me... Sojourn Shura Sword..."

"No offense... I'm so weak..."

"Save me...take me back to Donghuang Heavenly Court..."

Qin Ming was terrified, and immediately focused on exploring the sea of ​​​​qi in the dantian.

Lingwu realm is not yet able to 'inside' the meridians, but you can feel the abnormality in the dantian.

Shura knife?

Stored in the Shura knife?

Donghuang war clan?

what with what.

Qin Ming suppressed his emotions and was about to ask, when his voice suddenly sounded weak again: "No...no...your realm...why...you...you are not him?"

Qin Ming couldn't figure out the situation, let alone the good and evil of the 'voice'. He forced himself to calmly say: "The one you said should be my master!"

"Where is he? Let me see him!" The voice sounded immediately.

"He has something to leave."

"Take me to find him, and I must be very grateful."

"Who the hell are you? Why are you in my body?" Qin Ming can now be sure that this voice is the guy who popped out of the stone, and it was actually hidden in my body.

The voice suddenly disappeared, and the Shura Sword was also very quiet.

"what are you doing?"

"Please get out of my body first."

"The person you want to see is not here."

Qin Ming was uneasy, and suddenly there was a strange thing in his body, and anyone would feel uncomfortable.

The voice was silent for a long time: "At the age of fifteen years, the realm of the sixth level of Lingwu, how can you be qualified to be his disciple with such a mediocre talent! Where did you get the Shura Sword, and who are you?"

The voice is still very weak, but it is no longer as respectful as it was at the beginning, and gradually becomes severe.

"What kind of disciple does he accept, and does he need to ask for your opinion?"

"Who is he? Which faction does he belong to? What deeds did he have? His current age! You, do you know?" The 'Voice' asked continuously.

"I don't know." Qin Ming refused directly.

"I don't know? How can you have an Asura sword!"

"I not only have the Asura sword, I also have the Dayan Sword Canon, the Dayan Ancient Sword, what I have is something."

"who are you?"

"You don't care who I am, if you refuse to accept me, you will kill me?" Qin Ming tried to be arrogant, but his heart actually raised his throat. This strange thing seemed to have a bad temper.

The voice was silent for a long time, and suddenly there was a weak roar, the Shura knife vibrated violently, the black mist filled the air, and a monstrous spiritual energy was rolled up, causing Qin Ming's blood to churn.

He hates! He hates it!

He sensed the breath of the Shura Sword and thought that the legendary figure was nearby. Thinking that the relationship between the two ethnic groups is not bad, he did his best to summon and struggle at all costs.

In the end, in order to escape from the Eight Suffering Universe Array, he exhausted his remaining strength and is now very weak.

I thought it would be fine to leave, I could ask the owner of the Shura Sword for help, return to the Zhan Clan, and return to the Heavenly Court.

Qin Ming endured the churning blood and let him vent: "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" The voice was very indifferent and deeply hostile. He exhausted his last strength and hope, but in exchange for a doll with mediocre aptitude, he had the heart to kill.

"I told you but you don't believe me. First tell me who you are."

"Little guy, pay attention to your tone." The voice became cold.

"Old man, pay attention to your situation." Qin Ming was rude.

"Damn things!"

"Don't be mad in front of me. You broke into my body without my consent. I haven't asked you to settle accounts."

"Little guy, if it was me before, you would be dead now."

"That said, if I was strong, you would be dead now."

"You arrogant and ignorant junior, you are also worthy of talking to me."

"Isn't it worthy? Please go out and hide wherever you like. Don't rely on me."

The two were louder than the other, one was harder than the other, and their words became more and more rude.

"It's your honor that I stay in your body."

"I can't bear it, please leave! Otherwise, I'll go find the elders of Qingyunzong and ask them to invite you out?" Qin Ming basically knew that this thing might be very weak and not a threat, otherwise it wouldn't irritate him so much. There's no point in resisting.

The 'voice' was silent for a long time, and whispered sadly: "I, the descendant of the dignified war clan, have fallen to this point. Could it be that I am destined to die in this life and never return to heaven?"

Qin Ming didn't speak for a long time. After a long period of silence, he suddenly asked, "Where is Heavenly Court?"

It was originally a question of concern, but the 'voice' was saddened. It was a barbarian little people who didn't even know about the heaven. Is there any hope for me to go back?

"Whether you believe it or not, both the Asura sword and the Dayan ancient sword were given to me by an old man. I don't know who he is, where he came from, or what his relationship is with you. I just accompanied him for eight years. This is him. The gift I gave before leaving." Qin Ming felt the need to remind it, if it was desperate and ruthless, what if it died together?

The 'voice' did not respond, and sank into the Shura sword, perhaps because he was thinking about it, or because he was too weak.

Qin Ming called for a long time, but the 'voice' ignored it.

How to do?

Let it be hidden in the Shura sword?

Or to meet the elders of Yaoshan?

After thinking about it, Qin Ming temporarily chose to 'accept', and there was nothing he could do if he didn't accept it.