Chapter 151 Soul-Breaking Sword Emperor

The surrounding area is very quiet. This is a courtyard. In the courtyard, a small pavilion stands beside the pond. In the pond, there are still small fish swimming!

"Master, what is this place?"

Looking at the unfamiliar scene, Qingyu couldn't help asking.

"Ink Garden!"

Mo Wentian said lightly.

I saw two words faintly printed on the small courtyard. These two words carried a scent of ink, but also...

Xiao Sha's intention!

"Scholarly Sword Formation!"

As if remembering something, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly changed.

"How did the Scholarly Fragrant Sword Formation appear here!"

Mo Wentian gasped, and then turned his head to look. Mo Wentian's expression changed drastically, and he saw that in this small courtyard, at an unknown time, countless black chrysanthemums suddenly opened.

A faint scent of ink filled the small courtyard.

"Master, it smells so good..."

Qingyu's eyes are full of joy.

"Don't move anything, hold your breath!"

Mo Wentian's icy voice came, and the next moment, a faint sword energy flashed from Mo Wentian's chest.

"brush……"

Among the fragrance of ink, who would pay attention to this sword energy.

As the sword energy passed by, a hole was cut in Mo Wentian's chest, and traces of blood seeped out.

"What a strong sword energy!"

Mo Wentian gasped, his physique was already a golden body, the current Mo Wentian, even the Sword Emperor's sword gang, could hardly hurt Mo Wentian.

But this sword energy, but...

"retreat!"

Seeming to have discovered something, Mo Wentian suddenly disappeared with his arms around Qingyu.

"Pfft..."

The three sword qi fell on the place where Mo Wentian disappeared. The sword qi landed on the ground and disappeared immediately. Where the sword qi passed, all the black chrysanthemums withered!

"Who left the Sword Emperor Palace? How could there be a scholarly sword formation here..."

Mo Wentian's figure appeared in the corner of the small courtyard. There were a few black chrysanthemums scattered in the corner, but with Mo Wentian's appearance, the black chrysanthemums were born out of thin air and opened quickly!

"Master, what's going on here?"

Mo Qingyu asked with a pale face.

"This is the sword formation!"

Mo Wentian let out a low drink, then his figure flashed and disappeared again.

"Go to the pavilion in the middle!"

As if he had discovered something, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly lit up. In the small courtyard, black chrysanthemums appeared everywhere, only in the small pavilion...

No ink chrysanthemums appeared.

"Walk!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wentian unfolded his body skills and rushed directly towards the pavilion.

"Swipe, swipe..."

As if sensing Mo Wentian's movements, more than a dozen sword qi struck towards Mo Wentian like lightning.

"Oops……"

Mo Wentian's face changed drastically in an instant, with such a dense sword energy, even if he had good agility, it would be difficult for him to...

"Fireball!"

But the next moment, just as Mo Wentian was about to retreat, Qingyu in his arms suddenly let out a low shout, and saw fireballs hitting the sword energy directly!

"boom……"

The sword energy fell on the fireball and dissipated immediately.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, Mo Wentian even forgot about the dozens of sword qi that came from around him!

"Fireball..."

Seeing that his fireball technique worked, Qingyu shot out a few more fireballs. The fireballs collided with the sword energy, and the sword energy dissipated immediately, but Qingyu's fireballs landed in the yard.

"Buzz..."

These fireballs, even the ink chrysanthemums began to burn.

"This black chrysanthemum is transformed by sword intent, can it also burn?"

Mo Wentian was stunned for a while, the soft words in his arms and the smiling face were full of excitement.

"Go to the pavilion!"

Mo Wentian finally came back to his senses, hugged Qingyu, and entered the pavilion.

In the pavilion is a desk.

On the desk, there are both pens and inks. The ink-colored pens don't look like pens, but more like...

a sword!

"Pen sword..."

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, a finger sword fell down, and the pen and sword on the desk broke immediately!

"Buzz..."

In the small courtyard, it returned to normal again, Moju disappeared, only a few small fireballs were still burning in the courtyard!

"Whisper, where did you learn your little fireball?"

As if remembering something, Mo Wentian suddenly asked Mo Qingyu.

"Fireball?"

Mo Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Qingyu doesn't know where he learned it, Qingyu has already had..."

"It's already been..."

"Could it be inheritance memory!"

Mo Wentian frowned deeply, last time he discovered that Qingyu had some special memories, now combined with this fireball technique, could Qingyu...

There is really a legacy of memory!

"What else can you do besides fireball?"

Mo Wentian looked at Qingyu, and suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"What else?"

Qingyu frowned slightly, and then said excitedly: "Qingyu can also fire dragon art!"

"Fire Dragon, come out!"

"Roar……"

A roar came, Mo Wentian only felt an extremely hot breath coming, and saw a wild fire dragon appearing in front of Mo Wentian...

"This is……"

"Whispering Eight Desolation Sword Intent!"

Mo Wentian was stunned for a while, the Eight Desolation Sword Intent, that is the Sword Intent comprehended by the Sword Emperor, the Eight Desolation, respectively Fenghuoyunlei, Jinmu Bingyan.

There are eight kinds of wilderness, strong and weak, among which the four wildernesses of thunder, fire, gold, and ice have the strongest attack power.

"Qingyu, if this fire dragon is not in danger, don't summon it, you know?"

Seems to have remembered something, Mo Wentian suddenly said softly.

"Yes, master!"

Qingyu quickly took the fire dragon back.

"Four Elephant Divine Beasts, Eight Desolate Lands, others can become the Sword Emperor if they comprehend one of the Four Elephant Sword Intents, and then comprehend one of the Eight Desolate Sword Intents, but I..."

There was a flash of light in Mo Wentian's eyes.

A sword master who comprehends the fire attribute of Qinglong Jianyi will be the Fire Dragon Sword Emperor; if he understands the ice attribute, he will be the Ice Dragon Sword Emperor; if he understands the cloud attribute, he will be the Cloud Dragon Sword Emperor...

Mo Wentian understands the four phenomena, if he understands the barren land, wouldn't it be...

"Master, there are words here!"

At this moment, Qingyu's voice came again, and Mo Wentian's figure flashed, appearing next to Qingyu.

A small boundary marker appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Scholarly Garden!"

The faint four words appeared on the boundary marker, and the next moment, the scene in front of Mo Wentian and the two changed again, and the figures of the two appeared in a large hall.

"Soul-breaking sword, people's soul-breaking..."

In the main hall, one after another faint voices drifted with the wind, and those mysterious voices seemed to take away even the soul...

"Soul Breaking Sword..."

In the main hall, Mo Wentian suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a sculpture in the middle of the void. On the sculpture, there were four characters faintly written, Soul-breaking Sword Emperor!

"It's the Soul-Breaking Sword Emperor of the Western Regions..."

Mo Wentian exclaimed, "Scholarly Fragrant Sword Formation, Broken Soul Sword Emperor, what else is hidden in this Sword Emperor Palace..."

"Boy, do you want the Sword Emperor Order?"

At this moment, a dry voice suddenly came, Mo Wentian turned his head, and saw a dry body sitting there quietly in the corner!

"Who are you?"

When Mo Wentian saw this person, he quickly took a step back and asked.

"Hahahaha... Who am I? It's been eight thousand years. Who am I? Why am I here? Who will tell me why I'm here..."

The withered body suddenly stood up, and the wanton voices were extremely crazy.

"Master..."

Qing Yu was so frightened that she quickly hid behind Mo Wentian.

"My name is Qingmo Mountain. I am a disciple of the Soul Severing Sect. All of them are dead. All the members of my Severing Soul Sect are dead. Why am I still alive..."

That figure suddenly became extremely confused.

Immediately he seemed to remember something, this person suddenly looked at Mo Wentian and said, "Boy, you want the Sword Emperor's Token, right?"

"Sword Emperor Order..."

Mo Wentian looked at the old man, his eyes flickered wildly.

Soul Severing Sect?

The Soul Severing Sect from ten thousand years ago!

Thousands of years ago, the Broken Soul Sect was the first sect in the Northern Territory, and its patriarch, the Broken Soul Sword Emperor, had a sword and a piano.

The sound of the piano, the sword seizes the soul!

but now……