Chapter 322: The Embodiment of Evil Thoughts, the Inheritance of the Martial Saint, the Divine Sword Zhuxie

Not only Lu Mingyuan and others saw the mysterious ancient boat, but also many fellow monks on the deck.

One of the young Taoist priests, all the hair on his body stood up, asked in surprise: "What's going on? Why did I see that the ship was full of pale bones, and there seemed to be hundreds of ghosts walking on it?"

Naturally, Li Muwan also saw the terrifying scene on the opposite ship, and her face turned a little pale, and she said in a deep voice: "I once heard a local aborigine say that in the past thousand years, there were many monks who overestimated their abilities and returned home without permission. Xujihai. The end was extremely tragic and he remained in this sea forever.

Obviously, the ancient boat heading towards us is a dead ship, and it was once a monk exploring the Silent Sea of ​​Guixu. Now they have been possessed by the immortal's evil thoughts and are very dangerous. They can't get close and turn around quickly. "

Lu Mingyuan didn't seem to hear Li Muwan's words, but stared in the direction behind him and said, "I'm afraid we can't retreat."

At some point, a huge iceberg floated behind them and stopped at the end of the ancient boat.

There is a huge tusked elephant in the iceberg, with thick brown hair all over its body, as tall as a mountain.

I really don’t know which era the creature is from, I’ve never seen it before.

A figure stood in front of the deck of the mysterious ancient boat.

Among them, the tall figure standing at the front, holding a bone knife, stood upright, and wore bone armor with thousands of bone fragments connected in series. He looked like a warrior who had come out of the Hell of Hell.

"What evil thing?"

Lu Mingyuan held his breath, held the famous sword Yang Su, and entered a state of high alert.

"quack."

The shadow gave rise to a sinister laughter and suddenly disappeared.

It wasn't that he really disappeared, but that it was too fast for Lu Mingyuan's eyes to recognize.

Like a conditioned reflex, Lu Mingyuan quickly drew out his sword, dragged out a crescent-shaped sword light, and slashed towards the top of his head.

With a "bang", Shen Yuan's ancient sword seemed to hit an iron wall, causing Lu Mingyuan's arms to go numb.

Lu Mingyuan held Yang Su and struck out with a knife.

Immediately afterwards, twelve black tentacles shot out from the figure's chest and wrapped around the blade, trying to take Yang Su away.

The power erupted from the black tentacles was quite huge. Lu Mingyuan quickly injected the thunder energy into the blade and used the sword intention to break the twelve black tentacles.

Use the magic power of the body to travel freely and retreat ten feet.

Lu Mingyuan stood on the deck with an extremely solemn gaze.

It really is an ancient ship from the Middle Ages, and a random shadow can be so scary.

As a martial arts cultivator in the Heavenly Realm, this is the first time I have felt such a difficult situation.

Those tentacles just now were beyond his knowledge, and he had no idea what they were.

Neither a living creature nor a ghost.

It is a completely unknown creature.

The sea is extremely dangerous. If they were to board the ship, they would probably die without a burial place.

Hundreds of people on the entire ship gathered together to fight against the creatures on this mysterious ancient boat.

Many people used powerful spells to sink the mysterious ancient boat.

But just bombarding the surface of the ancient boat was blocked by a layer of formation-like film, which had no effect at all.

"Jie Jie Jie."

Suddenly, a strange sound sounded outside the cabin, much like the laughter of a shadow.

Lu Mingyuan called everyone together to avoid being left alone. He looked at the floating ghost and said solemnly:

"What the hell are those?"

Sui Yuqing was calm and collected, glanced at Lu Mingyuan, and answered: "That is the concrete body of the immortal's evil thoughts. When the body of a living being is invaded by these evil thoughts, it will be deprived of consciousness and completely become the puppet of these evil thoughts. These concrete bodies After receiving the protection of the physical body, I am no longer afraid of the shining of the God Meteor Blood Stone."

"Is it a living thing or an undead?" Lu Mingyuan asked.

"Neither living nor undead."

Sui Yuqing was thinking about how to explain to Lu Mingyuan, and after a while, he added: "In the age of mythology, every immortal and god has his own will. They enjoy the incense of the world, send their thoughts to the world of mortals, and interfere with everything in the world. "

"This Guixu Jinghai is the burial place of immortals and gods. All the way here, these dead creatures are the best evidence. All their souls have disappeared, but the negative will and thoughts have not died away. "

"The only thing worth pondering is why, for unknown reasons, these negative evil thoughts can persist for thousands of years and turn into ferocious evil thoughts of immortals. As long as any living thing comes close, they will be attacked by them."

Lu Mingyuan frowned and said: "Evil thoughts are just thoughts of ancient immortals and gods. Can thoughts be cultivated and formed, and explode with a power even more terrifying than that of a martial artist in the heavenly realm?"

Sui Yuqing said solemnly: "This is the terrifying place in Guixu Jinghai. The creatures who break into this place will be assimilated and become one of them."

Lu Mingyuan could clearly feel a cold air coming towards his face.

Since these evil thoughts are hidden in the physical body, they can be protected from the shock of the power of the divine stone.

If the power of the divine stone is injected into their bodies, will it have miraculous effects?

Lu Mingyuan thought this way and planned to put it into practice.

He took out the divine meteorite blood stone from Tianzang's golden bag, absorbed the power from it, and attached it to the martial arts energy.

Then hit it hard!

A pillar of blood dragon energy was divinely assisted, sending countless mysterious black shadows flying away.

When Lu Mingyuan saw this, his eyes lit up.

"Everyone, please use the power of the divine stone to repel these evil thoughts."

Lu Mingyuan's message rang in the ears of many monks.

Everyone woke up from a dream and took out the stones they collected in the Longding Mountain Cave to resist the erosion of evil thoughts.

Lu Mingyuan learned how to restrain these evil thoughts, so he took action. With a raised hand, he suppressed several mysterious black figures, just like a god of war.

Less than a quarter of an hour.

Lu Mingyuan and others used the power of the sacred stone to eliminate all the evil thoughts that boarded the ship.

Lu Mingyuan also personally set foot on the mysterious ancient boat.

I witnessed many pale piles of bones, all of which were long-dead corpses.

In a short time, Lu Mingyuan swept away all the dark shadows on the mysterious ancient boat.

However, for this, he also spent more than fifty pieces of God Meteor Blood Stone.

Lu Mingyuan has been keeping an eye on the movements of the mysterious ancient boat to see if there are any remaining evil thoughts.

During the process, Yun Qinghe followed him closely, keeping his eyes on Lu Mingyuan's back.

"Just one ancient boat has consumed so many sacred stones for us. What if there are similar ancient boats later? Are there enough sacred stones to support us until we leave Guixu Jinghai?"

Yun Qinghe couldn't help asking this serious question.

The group of them went to the center of the Silent Sea and paid so much price.

But taking into account the losses incurred when returning, the demand for the God Meteor Blood Stone is a huge number.

"Take a step and see. What if there happens to be a teleportation array in the center that can be used to get out?"

Lu Mingyuan said as he walked, and stopped at the door of a room.

"What's wrong?"

Yun Qinghe immediately switched into a fighting stance and asked with his sword in hand.

"There's actually someone there."

Lu Mingyuan groaned, and used his consciousness to explore the corner of the room, and found that there was actually a person sitting there.

To be precise, it should be a dead person.

That figure was sitting in a dark corner, motionless, with no life breath coming out of it. It was probably just a dead body, not a living person.

Lu Mingyuan was not a timid person, he was just a dead body.

There are many strange things in Guixu Jinghai. Even the will of gods can be cultivated into evil thoughts. What else can't happen?

Therefore, even when faced with a lifeless corpse, Lu Mingyuan remained vigilant and approached cautiously.

The corpse had been sitting there for who knows how many years. It was covered in dust and shriveled, but not rotten.

On the chest of the corpse, there was a bloody hole the size of a wine glass. The hole was surrounded by cracks, making his whole body look like a cracked clay pot.

This bloody hole is a fatal wound.

The blood hole on his chest emitted a golden brilliance.

"Having been dead for many years, his body has not decayed. This person must be a peerless strong man." Yun Qinghe couldn't help but say.

Lu Mingyuan thought: "The body has not decayed for a hundred years, so it should be a martial artist practicing martial arts."

As far as he knew, the warrior's physical body had existed longer than any other monk. Because of the Vajra Supreme Bone and even the jade acupoints, the physical body was as strong as a magic weapon and could remain unchanged for tens of thousands of years.

"If he is really a peerless strong man, even if he dies, his corpse should still emit a breathtaking aura that ordinary creatures cannot get close to. However, I have been in the cabin for so long, but I have not noticed any aura. "

Lu Mingyuan held his chin with his fingers, feeling confused. Then, his eyes lit up and he said, "There should be some kind of treasure on him that masks his aura."

In a place like Guixu Jinghai, Lu Mingyuan did not dare to mess around. He first released his Yuan consciousness to investigate and confirmed that there was no danger, and then walked to the corpse.

He found a token on the body's waist.

First take off the token and wipe off the dust on the surface.

I saw that the token was extremely delicate, engraved with "Qingyun Holy King" in four small seal characters, and then exuded incomparable Tao Yun.

Lu Mingyuan just took a look and triggered some kind of mechanism. Several sword energy appeared, escaped into his mind, and continued to perform sword skills.

Even though he was practicing swordsmanship and not swordsmanship, he could still see how exquisite this swordsmanship was and that it was the top skill in the world.

Yun Qinghe was obviously also affected by this token. She was well-informed and she immediately recognized the origin of this token and exclaimed:

"This is one of the eight major schools of martial arts in the Middle Ages, the Qingyun Saint King Kung Fu."

Lu Mingyuan had heard about it and asked: "The eight major sects, you mean the five sects that were alongside Fuyao, Wanluo, Tongtian and other inheritances, but eventually died out?"

Yun Qinghe nodded: "Exactly."

"Qingyun Shengwang Gong is famous in the Middle Ages. It is famous for cultivating the body's righteousness. It is also related to Taoist Qi nourishing techniques."

"This sword technique is a supreme classic that Guang Shenzi, a human qigong practitioner in the medieval era, understood through the tortoise shell and the patterns of the human body's orifices."

"You can refine any artifact into a killing weapon, including your own body."

"In the battle to ascend to the gods, Guang Chenzi used six red sticks to form a sword formation of heaven and earth, and raised his hand to suppress a god."

Lu Mingyuan said in a deep voice: "The first generation of qi practitioners in the medieval era all had great magical powers and cultivated themselves to be as powerful as gods. This Guang Chenzi was a great master in the generation of Taoist ancestors. The skills he understood , if it were born, it would definitely be shocking.”

Yun Qinghe agreed: "That's exactly the truth."

"This person is a disciple of Guangchenzi, so he has the Qingyun Saint King Gong."

Lu Mingyuan pointed at the glowing bones and flesh of the corpse and said, "There are more than 70,000 holy acupoints on this person's body, which means that he has passed the martial arts saint tribulation and reached the martial saint realm. He should also have understood the Qingyun Saint King Gong. This talent is extremely rare even now."

Yun Qinghe found that there were twisted lines drawn with blood on the ground of the corpse, and reminded: "Look at the ground!"

"What is this. A map?"

Lu Mingyuan found that these lines were outlined like a route map.

"I guess so."

Yun Qinghe nodded slightly: "He should also want to go to the center of Guixu Jihai to find the ascension platform. I don't know what kind of existence he encountered, which seriously injured him and he actually sat here."

Lu Mingyuan also noticed that there was a precious sword inserted on the side of the corpse. After a thousand years, it still glowed coldly.

The carved wood cloud pattern on it looks very simple, but very clear, and there are countless spiritual inscriptions inside.

Lu Mingyuan saw it at a glance.

This is a peerless war sword with a higher grade than Yang Su!

It is probably a divine sword of immortal grade, belonging to the level of medieval relics.

Lu Mingyuan has an idea about this precious sword.

Yang Su is good and very handy, but it grows too slowly. So far, it is still a ninth-grade innate magic weapon.

I don’t know when it will become a divine weapon.

There is a suitable divine weapon at the moment, and anyone would be tempted.

There was no danger in touching the corpse just now, and touching this knife should not be a big deal.

Lu Mingyuan just put his hand on it.

There was a roar in the body of the corpse, and the skin emitted a dazzling golden holy light, illuminating the cabin.

The powerful vitality fluctuations spread throughout the ancient boat.

After the death of this martial saint, the strong holy power has been gathered in the body, and it burst out completely at this moment.

At this moment, all the evil thoughts of the immortals in the sky were alarmed, and they made a sharp whistle and rushed towards the center of the holy power fluctuation.

But a huge blood stone blocked them in the air and blocked their way.

As the saying goes, a sword is like a person, and a knife is a close friend.

Whether it is a sword cultivator or a knife cultivator.

Their own natal flying sword, or the sword they wear, are all regarded as life.

So Lu Mingyuan had the idea of ​​taking the knife, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the will of the martial saint.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the corpse in front of him and said solemnly: "This senior, such a divine sword, rather than letting it be covered in dust, it is better to hand it over to me. Nowadays, the human race and the demon race are fierce and evil. If this sword can drink the blood of demons, wouldn't it be great?

In addition, the senior's unfulfilled wish to seek the ascension platform, let me do it on your behalf, and I will definitely make the name of this sword shine in the world!"

"When I leave the cave, I will definitely send your body back to your hometown."

Sure enough, after hearing Lu Mingyuan's words, the originally surging breath and the pressure of the martial saint all dissipated.

Everything returned to calm again.

Yun Qinghe breathed a long sigh of relief, still staring at the corpse, and said: "Just now, if you didn't say this, I'm afraid we can't leave this place."

"Really?" Lu Mingyuan said.

"He has reached the third level of cultivation and is a top martial saint. Even if he is dead, he may have left some tricks."

After a pause, Yun Qinghe said, "The soul of the martial saint may not have completely dissipated. Even if there is only a trace of residual soul in the body, it is not difficult to kill you."

Lu Mingyuan nodded, still quite fortunate. He wrote down the map on the floor and said, "Let's go. With the map, we will be able to get twice the result with half the effort on the sea."

He pulled out the heavy ancient knife, injected vitality, and shook away all the dust.

The true face of the ancient knife was revealed.

The blade with dark green light, the handle of black wood carving, and the aura of heaven and earth belonging to the origin of green wood were stained in the blade, looking like a perfect work of art.

"Zhu Xie."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the handwriting on the magic knife and understood in his heart.

This is the name of this knife.

He put away the Zhu Xie magic knife and the Qingyun Shengwang Gong.