Chapter 60 Asura Son Asura Killing World

Volume 1 Chapter 60 Shura Killing World

Qin Ming's consciousness sank into the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian, trying to wake up the Shura Saber.

After trying a variety of methods, the Asura swords were silently suspended there without responding.

"How much do you know about the Shura Sword?" Qin Ming tried to communicate with the remnant soul again.

"You don't want to know who your old man is first?" The remnant didn't let Qin Ming wait for a long time, and Youyou responded.

"I'll know when I should know." Qin Ming is of course curious about the identity of the old man, but there is no need to know it from the remnant soul.

"The Shura Sword is his symbol, accompanying him on the bloody road he walked in the first half of his life."

"I don't care who he is, and I don't care what he has done, I just think he is the one who has been with me for eight years. Don't you want to help me, let go of the ancient kingdom of ten thousand years, and now I just want to wake up the Shura sword ."

"Your current strength can't wake up the Shura Saber, let alone practice the Shura Saber."

"No way?"

Remnant Soul was silent for a while: "Everything has a solution, it depends on whether you can bear the price behind it."

"Let's hear it first."

"How much pain can you take?"

"Just don't die."

"Is life better than death?"

"I have suffered more than you can imagine in the past eight years. I only want the result, not the process."

Qin Ming really doesn't care about pain, his relatives are suffering, and the 200,000 people in the ancient city are suffering. If he really has a chance to save him, he can do whatever it takes!

The words of the suzerain often rang in his ears, and he took out the qualifications to impress him and gave him a reason to be willing to dismiss the servant.

"Okay! It's a bit bloody. I can help you activate the Shura Saber, but if you want to control its power, how much you can control depends on your own tolerance."

Qin Ming got ready: "Come on!"

"Feel the power of the Shura Sword. It once made the world bleed, and Qianxiong surrendered."

Qin Ming's brows were furrowed, and he was fully alert.

Above the Dantian Qi Sea, the silent eyes opened, and a mighty spirit filled the air.

Clang! The Asura Saber hummed violently, not the previous vibration, not the previous black air, but a trembling sound that was so intense that it pierced through gold and cracked rocks, crisp and intense, aroused in the sea of ​​​​qi in Dantian and Qin Ming's whole body.

Qin Ming's eardrums lost his hearing in an instant, and his consciousness was shaken into a trance. The inside of his dantian was turbulent like a river and a sea.

Qin Ming's whole body convulsed, blood seeped from his seven orifices, and he let out a shrill whine like a ghost. "Wow..."

The Shura Saber is like a black heart, beating violently in the air above the sea, bang bang bang, every time it beats, it will explode a terrifying black gas, like an endless torrent filling the dantian, and even rushing towards Qin Ming's whole body, rushing forward and backward, like It's a runaway black torrent.

The surging black mist surging all over the body, filled with flesh and bones, and stimulated the meridians, like countless black knives interspersed throughout the body, cutting back and forth, making people feel unbearable pain. Qin Ming's ability to bear is very strong, but at this moment he can't help screaming. And the severe pain is not the most terrifying, the terrifying thing is that the consciousness is spinning around, as if falling into endless darkness, and then the scene of consciousness suddenly changes, and it comes to the nightmare scene of the night.

The boundless killing field, the terrifying disaster scene, the earth is shaking, and the sky is weeping.

The hurricane raged, the rain poured, the ground ripped apart, and lava poured out.

Thousands of creatures are indulgently fighting.

"Ow..."

A behemoth roared in the sky, making a sound that moved the sky, like a giant who lifted the sky, waving his thick arms, and his whole body was full of arrogance.

It stood on the vast battlefield of death, venting its madness, fighting for the best, and bleeding for hundreds of miles.

A golden avenue stretches across the sky, like a golden torrent rushing endlessly, radiating the world, spreading the endless golden brilliance of heaven and earth. In the depths of the Guanghe River, a valiant warrior fought fiercely against a powerful enemy. It was a dragon, a golden dragon. The dragon's roar shook the sky and moved mountains and rivers.

A woman in white came to the battlefield, like a nine-day fairy with a beautiful crown. In the endless world of slaughter, she seemed out of place, but with a wave of her hand, the mountains and rivers changed paths, the stars and rivers turned, and a full moon spread behind her, and there was horror inside. The roar, the horror of the battlefield, made countless strong men feel cold. The three ferocious monsters smashed out of the full moon, as if coming from a different dimension, boiling with a vast murderous power, and approaching the battlefield.

"Kill!" In front of the woman's plain fingers, her voice was exquisite and sweet, but it contained endless killing energy.

The three-headed monster roared hoarsely, galloping wildly in mid-air, as if to smash the space.

In front of the battlefield, a young man was walking on the sky. His head was full of white hair, his cheeks were tender, but his pupils were strange, like an endless black hole.

On the edge of the battlefield, thousands of black-robed weirdos were beating drums and thunder hammers loudly.

Boom, the sarcophagus trembled, as if a world-shattering monster was about to return to the world.

This is simply a world of slaughter, blood-stained rivers and sounds moving thousands of miles.

Killing, madness, disaster, all kinds of horror scenes collided overwhelmingly.

All of this is flooded in Qin Ming's consciousness, as if it were really happening around him, drowning him.

pain! The unspeakable pain is eating his soul.

Suddenly, in the depths of the battlefield, a black light suddenly appeared. It didn't seem to be prominent, but at the moment of its appearance, an endless black tide stirred up, the world... suddenly dark... everything shattered in an instant...

Qin Mingmu Ran woke up, half kneeling on the ground, hair disheveled, panting violently, his body was wet with sweat, and his eyes shook slightly.

The nightmare scene is so real, yet so unreal.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems to flash away in my mind.

"This is the Shura Killing World!"

"If you want to practice the Shura sword, you must first endure the killing thoughts and madness in the Shura killing world."

"Every time you try, it will make your life worse than death."

"You... dare to continue?"

The voice of the remnant soul sounded, slightly awakening Qin Ming who was in a trance.

At this time, Yueqing Caiyi walked into the dungeon and wanted to visit Qin Ming, when she suddenly heard a miserable and desperate cry from the depths of the ground, and the expressions of the two women changed slightly, is it Qin Ming?

"We didn't do anything!" The guardian disciples waved their hands quickly. Except for restricting Qin Ming's food, they didn't deliberately torture him.

"If Qin Ming has three strengths and two weaknesses, I will ask for you!" Cai Yijiao shouted, and followed Yueqing to the ground.

The guardian disciples wanted to stop it. After all, the dungeon clearly stipulates that no one can visit during the confinement period, but... Who dares to stop Yueqing?

The place where Qin Ming was detained was the fifth underground floor, and he was the only one in the spacious cage.

It was dark and damp, full of stench, and two torches hung by the door, supporting the shaking light and shadow.

When they came down, Qin Mingzheng was half-kneeling there, looking terrifyingly embarrassed, trying to control the severe pain in his consciousness and body.

"What's wrong with you?" Yueqing and Suspicion were both frightened by his appearance.

Qin Ming raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and the killing intent had not subsided.

"Young Master Qin! You..." Caiyi covered her mouth.

Qin Ming shook his head vigorously, and after a while, he managed to control his consciousness. After seeing the two girls clearly, he squeezed out a smile: "I made a mistake in my practice, it's fine, I'll be fine soon."

"What are you cultivating?" Yueqing felt that something was wrong. What kind of martial arts could torture Qin Ming like this? How to see how you want to go crazy. She tried to open the cell door, but the guards didn't follow, and there was no key.

"It's really okay, practice... um... I have a sword score, and I was injured by the shock. I will be fine soon."

Yueqing complained bitterly: "Do you have to provoke Zhang Dong? For the sake of being in charge, toss yourself like this."

"I want to find a quiet place to practice. It's quite suitable here." Qin Ming tried his best to keep a smile.

"Are you really okay?" Cai Yi looked at Qin Ming's appearance, distressed and a little scared.

"It's okay, my life is tough." Qin Ming stood up and patted the weeds on his body: "Why are you here?"

Yueqing looked at Qin Ming and said nothing.

Qin Ming shrugged and moved his body: "It's really okay, who hasn't had an accident with cultivation? Don't worry about me."

Yueqing was very helpless to him: "I'm going out to practice with Master."

"Yeah, it's time." Qin Ming took out the top-grade spirit stone from his arms and secretly said, "Or? I still have it."

Yueqing was amused by him, but her expression was a little dim, and she hesitated for a while: "The seats for the eight tea parties have been booked."

"What? So fast?"

Yueqing didn't dare to see the loss in Qin Ming's eyes: "The age of participation in the Eighth Sect Tea Party is under 18. Don't be sad, and strive for the next one."

"Who is there?"

"The four Jin Ling disciples, Tie Shanhe, Ling Xue, He Xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian, and Zou Yao, are the strongest among the six direct disciples. This is the quota proposed by the sect master, and the elders unanimously approved it."

Caiyi looked at Qin Ming's face, and hesitated, "Mu Cheng entered the Xuanwu realm ten days ago and is receiving special training from the elders. He will be the most promising disciple of our Qingyun Sect to compete for names."

Yueqing comforted Qin Ming: "Don't be in a hurry to break through the eighth heaven, calm down and lay down the foundation of Lingwu realm first, your realm has improved too fast in the past six months. Don't worry too much about Daqingshan, I Master has already started to think of ways to improve the environment there as much as possible."

Qin Ming smiled and said: "Don't worry about me, this blow will not crush me, you can go out to practice with peace of mind, don't worry about me."