Chapter 187 Big Crisis

Chapter 187 Big Crisis

Following the shattering of the Moxiu jade board, Zhou Shu sat down slumped.

At the moment when he broke the jade, he really felt the sword intent, that kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling, which suddenly increased the power of the sword light by dozens of times, and made his sword produce a kind of invincible, invincible His imposing manner, the light of the sword, no matter what it is, it will be turned into powder.

That is the Broken Jade Sword Intent, no doubt about it.

But this sword consumes a terrible amount of energy. While the sudden sword intent increased its power, it also almost took away all his spiritual power.

There is no possibility of issuing a second sword.

Zhou Shu had a faint smile on his face, very satisfied, five months of hard work was not in vain, and now he is also a cultivator who comprehends the meaning of the sword.

After five months of practicing the Broken Jade Sword Art, he comprehended the sword intent, and it was a third-order sword art, which can be regarded as a genius among geniuses, but Zhou Shu knew that he had devoted more than five months to the Broken Jade Sword Art?

If the repeated deduction in the sea of ​​consciousness is converted into actual time, it may not be more than five or eight years.

Doing this step is also a matter of course.

However, it is only the first level of sword intent. At the first glance, it is still far away from the transformation of sword intent. It can't even exist without sword art, and it needs the peak state of spiritual power to be released.

A cultivator like Yunli can condense sword intent by swinging a sword, regardless of sword tactics, while a cultivator like Shen Wen is even higher, the sword intent can be transformed into form, the sword can turn at will, and the sword intent can be accompanied by spiritual consciousness.

But Zhou Shu believes that as long as he continues to practice, he can reach the following realms one by one.

Zhou Shu supported his body and slowly moved into the hole.

He didn't feel it for a few months before, but now that he was hit by the waterfall, he suddenly felt a prickly pain, which was unbearable.

In fact, it has always been like this, but he was so focused on the sword in the past that he never noticed it.

The waterfall fell from a height of five hundred feet, and the impact was so great. His glazed jade body, in the past six months, probably experienced no less hardships than practicing swords.

That counts as extra exercise.

Leaning in the cave, Zhou Shu gradually fell into a deep sleep. After five months of non-stop cultivation, he was too tired and reached his limit.

I don't know how long he fell asleep before Zhou Shu gradually woke up.

After running the mental method a few times and recovering a little bit of spiritual power, Zhou Shu walked out of the cave.

At the entrance of the cave, there is a large pile of Moxiu jade fragments, all of which were washed in by the waterfall.

Zhou Shu paused for a while, unconsciously thinking of Liu Yu's exile.

Back then, Liu Yu worked so hard that he could not comprehend the broken jade sword art and crush Mo Xiuyu, but now this goal was accomplished by Zhou Shu who had not practiced the sword art for several years.

There is a feeling that things are tricking people.

But this is not to say that Zhou Shu is stronger than Liu Yu. The gap between the two is still insignificant. Zhou Shu's third-order sword intent may be feasible for cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm, but not for those at the Pulse Condensation Realm. What, most likely don't even have a chance to make a move.

On the stone platform, the broken Moxiu jade was washed away, revealing a sunken pothole.

"There seems to be some handwriting?"

Zhou Shu was slightly puzzled and walked over quickly.

"Whoever gets my sword will be driven by me."

He whispered aloud, and couldn't help but smile, "I got your sword, so I will obey you, so capricious. But where is your sword, it's not about this huge stone sword, right? Even if a cultivator got it, it would be useless, unless it is a giant with a height of one hundred feet."

The material of the stone sword is indeed extremely hard. Such a powerful waterfall can't leave a trace on it. It still has edges and corners, but it is indeed just an ordinary stone. It cannot communicate with spiritual energy, and it will not change its size. It is impossible to pick it up and use it.

It can only be a joke.

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Shu suddenly felt something was wrong.

A wisp of faint blue smoke suddenly appeared on the strong handwriting, and still curled up through the heavy water mist.

Zhou Shu's body retreated quickly, and his consciousness was firmly locked on the green smoke. This was by no means an ordinary smoke. It contained great power, and it was a power that Zhou Shu could not understand.

"What's the situation? Could it be that that sentence is an institution?"

It feels unbelievable, but it really happened.

The green smoke rises rapidly and winds around, and in the blink of an eye, it transforms into a person's appearance, indistinct but very clear.

"The phantom of the monk, it turns out to be the Art of Sending God..."

Zhou Shu was stunned.

He has read the classics and knows the method of Jishen Jue. It is a monk above the Nascent Soul Realm who separates a ray of Yuanshen and entrusts it on certain things, such as jade slips and so on. It is used to convey information. Come to teach the secrets of the mind that are inconvenient to record and so on.

The phantom was about forty years old, with tied hair and a high crown, and an ancient sword hanging from his waist. The sword was covered with scales, which was extremely strange.

Xuying glanced at Zhou Shu indifferently, his eyes seemed to come from thousands of miles away, which made people feel cold, and then he repeated a sentence in a majestic and deep voice.

"Whoever gets my sword will be driven by me."

"Whoever gets my sword will be driven by me."

"impossible!"

Zhou Shu shouted directly.

In his last life, he was tortured terribly. When he came to this world, he could only be himself. In this life, he would never be driven by others.

The phantom didn't show any expression, it seemed to hear it but it didn't seem to hear it, it only gently raised its hand and pointed a finger at Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu's expression changed drastically.

His spiritual sense was extremely keen, and he clearly felt that that finger seemed to carry an unstoppable force, no matter how he tried to hide, he couldn't dodge it.

Even if you escape to the horizon, you will be targeted.

But Zhou Shu would never accept his fate. With a resolute look on his face, he suddenly pulled himself up and rushed down the waterfall.

But with a slight tap of the phantom, one finger has already pointed out.

Almost at the moment of falling, a cold and irresistible chill rushed straight to Zhou Shu's forehead.

"It was actually a sword intent made with a finger."

Zhou Shu remained calm, with a flash of white light, supernatural powers were born at will, and the speed was extremely fast.

The glass mirror suddenly appeared and stood in front of Zhou Shu's forehead.

Boom!

With that pointing finger on the glazed mirror, the glazed mirror persisted for a moment before it shattered and disappeared into a white light.

The primordial spirit has become extremely weak after thousands of years, but its realm and level are surprisingly high, and the sword intent it emits is also extremely sharp, and its supernatural powers have been suppressed.

But the glass mirror is by no means in vain. As an extremely rare supernatural power, it can block spiritual power and consciousness. The primordial spirit also has a part of consciousness, so it can naturally block a little.

In just this resistance time, Zhou Shu had already fallen by nearly a hundred feet, and the power of the Yuanshen Sword Intent had also dropped by seven or eight tenths.

Zhou Shu concentrated his spiritual power and consciousness on his forehead.

The rest of the Yuanshen sword charged straight in like a broken bamboo, but at this time Zhou Shu was extremely clear-headed and kept calm, constantly controlling his spiritual power and consciousness to block it, and stepped forward one after another.

Crack, crack, crack!

In front of the sea of ​​consciousness, fierce confrontations broke out, and the body became a battlefield again.

This is definitely a war that cannot be lost.

Zhou Shu knew very well that once the primordial spirit invaded the sea of ​​consciousness, given his current state, he would most likely be controlled by the primordial spirit, and he was really driven by others.

How is it possible to allow this to happen?

Absolutely not, not even to die.

(Those who are favored by heaven will definitely attract the jealousy of heaven.)