Chapter 440 Perishing Mountain Style

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Chapter 440 Perishing Mountain Style

On the barren land, the wind and sand were rolling, and the figure of Chu Xingyun suddenly appeared there.

At this time, Chu Xingyun's body seemed to be empty but not real, like an invisible ghost, which made people feel very unreal, but his breath did not change, but instead had a sense of vitality.

"This is... the illusion of will!" Chu Xingyun frowned, and quickly recognized the situation.

The so-called illusion of will is an extremely rare method of cultivation.

Some powerful Martial Emperors, in order to train the younger generation, will use the supreme secret method to forcibly deprive a trace of will, and seal this trace of will in the illusion.

Once entering the illusion of will, the people in it can clearly perceive the will of the Martial Emperor powerhouse, so as to deepen their own cultivation perception and step into a higher realm of cultivation.

In addition, because it is in an illusion, everything is illusory, even life and death are illusory, and all imaginable things can be fabricated.

"This illusion of will is sealed in ancient books, most of which came from painters." Chu Xingyun glanced around, stepped out, and flew forward.

At this moment, the whole world trembled crazily.

In front of him, a blurry figure appeared. That figure was standing in the void, wearing armor, holding an epee, and a pair of dark red eyes, staring deeply at this side.

"This man..."

Chu Xingyun's heart trembled, and just now he spit out a word sound, the blurred figure suddenly moved, his right arm was raised high, and the black light was like an abyss, and he slammed down towards the front.

Rumble!

This simple sword is incomparably thick.

The moment the epee was struck, it seemed as if ripples in space appeared, and at the edge of the sword, there seemed to be rounds of pitch-black vortexes, which turned into gorgeous arcs, chopped off the tens of thousands of mountains in front of them, and swallowed them into nothingness.

Chu Xingyun stood impressively among the mountains.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the sword. In the end, he was also swallowed by the sword, and he was powerless to fight back.

"No!" Chu Xingyun suddenly shouted, his body trembling crazily.

But when he took a closer look, he had already returned to the Xuanxuan Tower, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, which ran across his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"Sword Master Luoyun, are you okay?" The voice of the elder guarding the building sounded, and he rushed over immediately after hearing Chu Xingyun's voice, but he didn't dare to approach it rashly, he could only ask aloud.

Chu Xingyun glanced at the elder guarding the building, shook his head slightly, tightened his hands, put the jet-black jade beads into the storage ring, and left the Xuanxuan Building without saying a word.

Behind him, the elder guarding the building was even more puzzled, but he didn't say much, bent over, and respectfully sent Chu Xingyun away.

It was already late at night when we returned to the main sword peak.

Chu Xingyun didn't alarm anyone, and directly entered the inner space.

He took out the jet black jade beads again, and once again, entered the illusion of will.

Hum!

The familiar desolate scene once again appeared in front of Chu Xingyun's eyes.

He didn't move, just stood there, waiting quietly.

A moment later, that vague figure appeared, still standing proudly in the sky, showing a domineering and unruly aura.

call!

The epee swung down, and the world changed again.

Chu Xingyun was still standing there, he raised his head, staring deeply at the edge of the vortex sword, the wisps of breath became clearer in his eyes, gradually gathered into a vortex, and suddenly landed in front of him.

The rumbling sound sounded, and Chu Xingyun's consciousness was still crushed ruthlessly. When he opened his eyes, he had already left the illusion of will.

"The sword's edge becomes a vortex, and with its momentum, it destroys thousands of mountains!" Chu Xingyun spit out a word, and he jumped straight into the blood pool, closed his eyes, and kept thinking about the sword just now.

After fully recovering, he picked up the jet black jade beads again and entered the illusion of will again.

Time is still passing by.

Three days outside, fifteen days have passed inside the reincarnation stone.

Chu Xingyun is still immersed in the illusion of will.

At this moment, he could already see clearly those flowing black vortexes. However, the moment he saw through completely, a flash of light appeared in his mind, and he immediately became brighter like enlightenment.

"This is not momentum, but artistic conception. With the epee as the medium, infinite artistic conception is released. These dark vortexes do not exist. They are also artistic conception. They are invisible, formless, and without reality." The corner of Chu Xingyun's mouth was outlined. With a smile, his pitch-black eyes burst into bursts of divine light, and he finally understood everything.

Suddenly, the illusion squirmed and condensed into a black hole epee, which appeared in Chu Xingyun's hands.

But he was seen floating in the mountains, his eyes were looking ahead, his body was not moving, his aura was climbing crazily, his epee had no edge, and he spit out infinite black light, condensing into endless vortexes.

"cut!"

A word sound, spit out coldly.

Chu Xingyun's arm sank, and the pitch-black epee shot out angrily. The blade seemed to have a gust of wind, condensed into a terrifying vortex, and landed in the mountains, causing thousands of mountains to explode crazily.

However, Chu Xingyun's actions did not stop there.

He grasped this feeling, constantly adjusted his aura, raised the black hole epee high again, and the aura on his body also changed, becoming more domineering, profound, and capable of swallowing the world.

"cut!"

Another word spit out.

On the black hole epee, there are thousands of vortexes, turning into dots of black light, attached to the edge of the sword, the sword breaks through the mountain, completely smashing it, and even the gravel is annihilated, turning into nothingness, without a trace .

Until this moment, Chu Xingyun was satisfied with the sword, and said in his heart: "The sword in the illusion of will is so powerful that it can break through thousands of mountains, but this sword of mine will swallow the world and surpass the world , not only destroying the mountain, but also destroying the mountain, leaving no stone or dust behind."

"Since that's the case, I'll name it - Perishing Mountain!"

With one sword, the majestic and majestic, destroying the mountain, named it as the mountain, just right.

Chu Xingyun seriously realized the feeling just now, his mind moved slightly, and he took the initiative to leave the illusion of will.

Also at this moment, the pitch black jade beads in his hand shattered and turned into thousands of black lights, scattered in all directions, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind.

The illusion of will was originally supported by a ray of will. Now, Chu Xingyun has comprehended this ray of will, and on this basis, he created his own mountain style.

This will will naturally dissipate into nothingness.

"I thought that I had already gained quite a lot by refining the nine Nine Profound Breaking Sun Pills, but I didn't expect that even greater gains were yet to come. Not only did I know the origin of the Vientiane Armor, but also by chance, Create a perishing mountain style."

"This time's Ascension to Heaven Sword Club is really satisfying!"

Chu Xingyun laughed loudly, stood up, left the inner space of the reincarnation stone, and strode outward.

Today is the day when the Outer Sect is summoned, and he should prepare and go to the Outer Sect again.

"Luo Yun, you finally came out!"

The moment he walked out of the secret training room, Xia Qingcheng's voice rang in Chu Xingyun's ear.

He looked intently, and saw Xia Qingcheng approaching in a hurry, with a look of anxiety on her pretty face.

"What's wrong?" Chu Xingyun felt uncomfortable and asked immediately.

Xia Qingcheng took a breath, and said in an anxious voice: "At noon, a group of elders and deacons from the outer sect came uninvited and went straight to the Sword Master Peak, saying that they wanted to discuss with you about the real power of the outer sect."

"At this moment, they are besieging the outside of the courtyard, and they are coming menacingly one by one. I'm afraid...the ones who come are not good!"

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