Chapter 1289 Sword Soul Inheritance

Inside Tianmen, Xue Wuli went to the pill hall to get his share of training pills.

Just after the formation riot was banned, all warriors who participated in the banned formation riot have consumed a lot of energy, so they also need to distribute some pills to restore their vitality.

At this time, Xue Wuli's shoulder was suddenly patted, he trembled suddenly, and jumped to the side.

Lin Canglong, who is also a general of the Tianmen Gate, frowned and said, "Xue Wuli, what's wrong with you? Why do I feel that you are a little out of your mind?"

Xue Wuli smiled wryly and said: "I just experienced such a serious formation riot, even the sect master was injured, I'm just a little worried.

Lin Canglong waved his hand casually and said: "Don't worry too much, this kind of thing is normal, there will be a violent riot from time to time in the blocking formation, this time it's just a little too violent.

It's just that you seem to have looked like this since you came back from the outside last time. Why, your soul is lost outside? "

Xue Wuli forced a smile and said: "General Lin Shen is joking, I have always looked like this.

I'm going back first. My strength was consumed a lot due to the formation riot, and I need to make up for it now. "

As he said that, Xue Wuli left in a hurry, leaving Lin Canglong with an inexplicable look on his face, and muttered: "Isn't this kid fascinated by the colorful world outside? Newcomers are rare and strange. What's so good? How can it be comfortable to practice in my Tianmen?"

Lin Canglong was only a little curious about Xue Wuli, but he didn't pursue it too much.

Although Lin Canglong said before that the formation riot was normal, he actually knew that this time it was not normal.

No matter how strong the formation riot is, Jun Wushen will be fine. As a result, this time, Jun Wushen was seriously injured. This is a unique thing, which also makes Lin Canglong, who regards Jun Wushen as a god, feel a little uncomfortable adapt.

Going back to his own hall, Xue Wuli immediately closed the hall door, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He thought that his state of mind was very strong, but in fact, he had practiced in Tianmen since he was a child. The so-called state of mind was nothing more than the willpower tempered during the fighting.

It is indeed powerful enough in normal times, but it is obviously not enough in this kind of time.

Ever since he came back from Chuxiu last time, he always had a feeling that he would be exposed at any time, and then be tortured by Tianmen's torture.

Even since that time, he even spent a lot less time sleeping, and most of the time he relied on meditation to recover his energy.

Because once he fell asleep, he would dream about the scene where he was exposed.

Lin Canglong was right, he was indeed out of his mind, and if he continued to be tortured like this, he would probably go crazy!

Even now Xue Wuli has a very radical idea.

He wants Tianmen to perish sooner.

If one day Tianmen is really destroyed, he may not have to continue living with such fear.

At this moment, Xue Wuli's head suddenly hurt, and a voice appeared in his mind, which made Xue Wuli extremely frightened, but then he realized that it was Chu Xiu's voice!

He just remembered that although Chu Xiu destroyed the restriction in his mind under the Tianmen last time, Chu Xiu left another thing in his mind, and it should be that thing that is causing trouble now.

Before Xue Wuli could speak, Chu Xiu's voice rang in his ears again.

"Time is running out, don't say a word of nonsense, I just ask you a question, Jun Wushen, how is the situation now?"

Although there is a part of the power of the inner demon in Xue Wuli's mind, the mental power consumed to directly transmit the voice to Xue Wuli's mind is too amazing, so Chu Xiu can only save some time .

Xue Wuli was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said: "Master... Jun Wushen was injured by the backlash of the formation riot, and he was seriously injured, and the fluctuation even shook the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Right now, the sect master is recuperating from his wounds, and it is unknown when he will be able to leave. "

After hearing Xue Wuli finish these words, Chu Xiu cut off the contact, but there was a look of thought in his eyes on Xue Wuli's side.

Although there is a general rule for the array riots, that rule is only general, and even the exact year cannot be determined, and there may be a difference of ten or twenty years between each other.

So how did Chu Xiu know that something happened to Jun Wushen?

Even if he could feel the vibration in East Kunlun, how could he be sure that it was Jun Wushen who had the accident?

This kind of thing made Xue Wuli have a bold guess, but he guessed halfway, he didn't dare to think any more.

At this time in Da Luotian, after learning about Jun Wushen's state, Chu Xiu was ready to attack Tianmen!

Taking advantage of Jun Wushen's injury, this time is almost Chu Xiu's best chance. If Tianmen can't be destroyed this time, I'm afraid the next time, he will have to wait until he steps into the Seventh Heaven of Martial Immortals.

But at this time, Chu Xiu needs to plan more. After all, according to what Xue Wuli said, in the entire Tianmen, there will be threats not only from the Tianmen generals, but also thousands of warriors hidden in the secret realm, who are raised by the Tianmen. Gu-like cultivating killing.

At this time, he was in the lower realm, inside Fengyun Sword Tomb.

The gloomy black mist shrouded the entire sword mound, and broken long swords were inserted in the sword mound in all directions. Although it was a scene full of sword energy, it looked gloomy and dilapidated at this time.

Zhong Limu was sitting beside the sword mound, his face was ashamed, it was obvious that his life was not long.

He is a person from the previous era, a disciple of Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu. Although he did not officially participate in the Great War between Righteousness and Demon five hundred years ago, he has witnessed the downfall of that generation with his own eyes.

He has lived by the secret method for so many years, but under Chen Qingdi's punch, it shattered his sword heart that had been cultivated for hundreds of years.

Everything is false, everything is just a joke!

How about living for hundreds of years? In this world, no one is stronger than anyone who lives longer.

At this moment, a young warrior in white clothes and bare feet came up behind Zhong Limu and said softly, "Old Ancestor, are you looking for me?"

This young man is the Yan branch of Fengyun Sword Tomb. His appearance has not changed at all from more than ten years ago, but his temperament is more stable, and he has also reached the realm of heaven and earth, and he has officially taken over Fengyun Sword Tomb. become its master.

Fengyun Sword Tomb is not so much a sect as a loose alliance, so there is no such thing as a sect master or suzerain, but each generation must elect a leader to be responsible for dealing with the outside world.

Since the Fuyu Mountain battle between righteousness and evil, Yanzhi has often appeared in the arena, and his abilities and strengths are very suitable. It is logical that he began to take charge of Fengyun Sword Tomb two years ago.

Zhong Limu said lightly, "I'm going to die."

Yan Zhi's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Old Ancestor!..."

Zhong Limu interrupted Yan Zhi with a wave of his hand.

"Before I was able to survive after my life energy was exhausted, it was because I refined the sword spirit of the Longevity Sword into my body to replace the vitality of my dantian.

But Chen Qingdi's punch has completely smashed it, so I don't have much time to live. In the last period of time, I want to give you something. "

As Zhong Limu said, he pinched the Yin Jue with his hands, and in the entire sword mound, countless long swords were trembling, making long sword cries.

The black mist swirled and moved, and finally turned into something like a black dragon, which uttered a sword whistle, resounding throughout the entire sword mound.

"What's this?"

Yan Zhi looked horrified, he could feel the power emanating from the black dragon, it was simply astonishing.

Zhong Limu said: "This is the sword soul, the sword soul born in the entire sword mound!"

Having said that, Zhong Limu's tone slowed down, he looked ahead, and said slowly: "In the entire Fengyun Sword Tomb, only I know of its existence, but in fact, I have selfish intentions.

There are countless swords buried in the sword mound, and countless sword spirits dissipate. When the accumulation reaches a certain level, a sword spirit will be formed.

However, this time may take hundreds or even thousands of years, so there are very few records about sword souls in Fengyun Sword Tomb, and even if they appeared, the ancestors of Fengyun Sword Tomb would not use them.

Only my master, the sword emperor Shen Cangwu, created eight thousand sword skills in his lifetime. In terms of research on kendo, even the sword master Gu Qingcheng can't compare with his master.

He discovered the way to refine the sword soul, the way to use the sword soul. "

Having said that, Zhong Limu suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Zhi, and said calmly: "But these were destroyed by me. With the death of Master, no one in the Fengyun Sword Tomb knows about it except me."

Yan Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.

Zhong Limu laughed at himself and said, "You already guessed it, right? The reason is very simple, because I have selfishness, I want to monopolize the sword soul, to reach the legendary realm, to reach the realm that my master has never reached.

So when I knew that my lifespan was about to expire, I didn't choose to take my sword into the sword mound and sit down. Instead, I chose to refine the longevity sword that has followed me for hundreds of years, and rely on the power of the sword spirit to survive until today.

But good luck tricks people, I have waited for so many years, but the sword soul has not been able to condense into shape. It was not until my dantian was shattered by Emperor Chen Qing that the sword soul finally took shape.

This may be God's will.

Sacrifice the sword to survive, I no longer have the indomitable spirit of a swordsman in my heart, but only greed for vitality and power.

How can I be worthy of the sword soul formed by countless sword masters and countless world famous swords in this sword mound? "

Just as Yan Zhi was about to say something, Zhong Limu shook his head again and said, "I don't have much time, now you just need to listen.

Later, I will help you refine the sword soul. You may reach the legendary realm. The future of Fengyun Sword Tomb is in your hands.

I don't know right or wrong, but I have no choice.

I only have one request, that I be buried next to Master. "