Chapter 1516: The Plum Rain Stops and the Name Is Not Fought for, Returning Home From Planting Grain and Losing Life and Death

"What?!"

At that moment, the drunken and horrified exclamations in the wind spread throughout the five regions of the mainland:

"Love swordsmanship, third realm, immortal sword?!"

"Gu Lao used the seven second realms to merge, from entering the world to being born, and forcibly launched the Immortal Sword..."

"Does he want to be called a god and ancestor at this moment and become the sword god of the new era?!"

The explosive tone and terrifying content suddenly detonated the thoughts and eyeballs of all the spectators in front of the preaching mirror.

In front of the sword burial mound, Gu Qing Er, San Si, and even the ancient sword cultivators and spiritual sword cultivators who were seeking enlightenment were full of fear and shock.

"this?"

Compared with other places where the atmosphere of ancient kendo is not strong, almost everyone here has a common basic understanding:

The way of the sword god Gulou Ying is to practice the other eight sword arts first, and then use the love sword technique to become a god and proclaim his ancestor.

It is true that Gu Yu cultivated the orthodox path of the Sword God, the same path as Rao Yaoyao.

During the battlefield week, apart from Liu Fuyu, he was probably the only one with the purest Tao, even the Meisi people could not compare with him.

But there is a reason why the sword god can be called a god and ancestor!

In order for the Immortal Sword to open a mysterious door and bring in opportunities from the ancestors, everyone knows that your other eight sword skills must all be perfected!

So……

What is perfection?

It's very simple. You must at least reach the eight second realms of Huan Jiuwan, Mo Wuxin, and Gui Zangqing, and your proficiency and understanding must reach the level of Mei Siren Prajna Wu... or above!

Can Guyu do it?

He can't do it!

Even the number of mystical formations he summoned at this moment seemed exaggerated, but compared with the real threshold for sacrificing the Immortal Sword, it was still one short.

——At the second level of ghost swordsmanship, Gu Yu couldn’t even summon the Lord of Fengdu’s secret formation!

And even if he could summon it...

Observe the varying degrees of light and shade of the profound meaning formations within the range of Meiziyutianjie, then compare them with Shouye’s, and then learn from Zhong Yuanzi’s Great Dao Diagram Theory.

It can be easily seen that even the most powerful Nine Swordsmanship, Gu Yu cannot reach the state of "perfection", and may even be inferior to Mei Si's Prajna Wu.

As for Wu Jian Shu, Mo Jian Shu, etc., he only had a first glimpse of the door, and it was clear that he had just realized the second realm not long ago.

One of the eight is missing, and the other seven are each deficient in the second realm, just like a barrel with boards of varying lengths and a piece missing in the middle.

How could it sacrifice the Immortal Sword and salvage the opportunity to become a god and ancestor from the Mysterious Gate?

This is looking for death!

"Mr. Gu's move..."

In the huge Fengjia City in the Southern Territory, most of the people in front of the first viewing platform had red eyes.

Of course they can also see that this is asking for death, so is Mr. Gu just a fool and can't see anything?

No!

He went crazy.

His Word died once.

He knew that he might not be able to make any further progress in the future, and instead of returning to his hometown, he would continue to live a bleak life.

How about simply sacrificing yourself, letting the world witness the true "mystery" of the Immortal Sword, and becoming the "master of one sword" for everyone in the five realms!

"I wonder how many people in this big world, where swordsmen and immortals all admire each other and look down on each other, have the courage to open the mysterious door of the Immortal Sword?"

The eyes of the Eight Masters were full of admiration.

After watching children fight for so long, maybe there are some tricks in them that can be refreshing, but it doesn't help.

Now, when the Immortal Sword comes out, although the result will definitely make people sigh, he finally sees some merits.

"The Immortal Sword..." Gou Wuyue stared intently, refusing to let go of any detail.

Bazun glanced at him knowingly, "When will your way reach this point?"

Gou Wuyue didn't respond.

Dao Qiongcang glanced to the left, then to the right, and finally narrowed his eyes.

Xuanmiao Gate, anointing gods and ancestors...

That will definitely involve more than nine out of ten Tao, and it will also involve the "super-Tao" he just mentioned...

This is forced to open!

Calculate it, who else can do it without force?

Dao Qiongcang glanced at the eight masters beside him without leaving any trace, and sighed that he didn't have much talent in swordsmanship, so it was difficult to see the true secret.

His attention quickly returned to the battle scene in his hand, and he suppressed an expression that sounded like he was constipated.

"coming……"

"What?" Wei Feng didn't hear clearly.

"The feeling is coming..."

"How does it feel?"

"Zong! Master! Sword! Intent!"

…

"Pattering..."

Plum rain falls and time becomes muddy.

The seven mysteries quickly merged, causing the avenues to converge, forming a chaotic mist high in the sky.

The heaven and earth shook, and a huge, distant and simple "door" opened up in the mist!

That door is formless, colorless, and has no appearance, and it seems that it cannot be called this.

It falls in the eyes of different people, either round or square, present or absent.

Some saw colorful lights, while others could only see chaos and darkness.

The mysterious and extraordinary sound of the great avenue has evolved around it, and every word is like a pearl.

When it falls into the ears of everyone, it is like feeling something; it is also like quicksand piercing the soul, and there is no way to get it.

Light!

Penetrate from the opposite side of the door.

The chaotic mist is given color and shape, and is sprinkled under the coverage of plum rain.

Soon, a void and pious figure was reflected in the void.

He opened his hands wide and raised his head, as if he wanted to bear the pain of opening his eyes to the sun, but he dared to stare at the mysterious door that slowly opened towards him.

"Pilgrims!"

"No, the first swordsman!"

At this moment, the world was attracted by it, and Xu Xiaoshou was moved by it.

He finally understood why Mr. Siren had persuaded him before, but in the end he still allowed Mr. Gu to be free without any unnecessary obstruction.

So beautiful!

Who wouldn’t be tempted by the way of transcendence?

But just like Gu Yu’s past contradictory choices, this is another path of failure and destruction!

How could Gu Yu survive with such an incomplete Dao foundation to forcefully open the mysterious door of the Immortal Sword?

Think about it from another angle...

Who can stop the fireworks?

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou could only appreciate and comprehend.

All the ancient sword cultivators and even the spirit refiners present who could be seen through "perception" were touched.

The Meisi man covered his face with a fan and stared blankly. On the fan was a picture of a school, two withered trees, and a lonely figure on a futon.

The light shines on the paper fan, like the fragrance of peaches and plums.

Tears raised his head slightly, his expression was slightly dazed, and the wand in his hand was buzzing, indicating that his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

The light fell on the black cloth that covered his eyes, decorating his eyes in a new world.

Liu Fuyu's red lips parted, and she stared at the mysterious door that opened at the top of the sword tower.

She saw a figure with an unclear face coming out of the door. With a slight wave of her sword, she sprinkled the divine light of the five realms and lowered the path named "Sword".

With a sudden awakening, Liu Fuyu returned from the "Xuanmiao" in the Xuanmiao Gate and realized that everyone around him was immersed in it.

"road……"

Tao is invisible and intangible.

Tao can be passed down.

Coming from the Sword Tower, Liu Fuyu never looked down on the world's ancient sword cultivators after he entered the world.

The previous generation of sword keepers told her that the sword keepers of the sword tower would always keep only the "sword", not the "Tao".

The Tao is not locked in the building, the Tao is in the world.

The era of ancient sword cultivators is long gone. If it can still be passed down in the spirit refining era, the sword tower only serves as a guiding coordinate like a North Star.

The people in the world are the ones who truly name "Tao" to the unnamed and Tao to the inexplicable!

Among them, there must be eight people who are astonishingly talented and beautiful as Shu, who combine the strengths of each family to lead the way and be unparalleled in their elegance;

There is also a need for downward compatibility people like Meisi people, who can preach and teach, promote the style of hundreds of schools of thought, and encourage people in the world to live in their humble beginnings;

There are also some pillars of the middle and new generation, such as Xiao Kongtong, Beibei, and Feng Zhongzui, who stick to their own way and bring out the new;

Of course, in the end, we came to the conclusion that Mr. Guyu was like this, a person who burned his ego and turned his torch into ashes, just to prove the direction.

Everyone plays an indispensable role in the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship, whether they know it or not.

It was this small group of people who forged ahead and shouldered the torrent of the Spirit Refining Era.

And what is given back to them is only a meager amount, a tiny bit of hope that can be seen...

name!

…

Under the gate of mystery, the secret of the great road is born.

Guyu turned around clearly. He seemed to be abandoned by the sky. His clothes and skin were disappearing bit by bit. He was in harmony with the light and the dust in a literal sense.

What is he clearly talking about!

In the battlefield, across from the preaching mirror, everyone was looking forward to it and putting their ears closer, trying to get some.

Guyu was clearly talking about something, but no one could hear the words coming out of his mouth or understand what he wanted to express.

Road to Road, very Avenue.

Famous, very famous.

Xu Xiaoshou even tried to understand what Gu Lao said and meant through lip reading, and finally realized that he was obsessed.

Perhaps this moment is indeed the moment when Guyu is closest to the true meaning of the great road, the moment closest to becoming a god and proclaiming his ancestor, but this is his opportunity.

Even if he wanted to stay and do something, his original intention was to attain enlightenment for the sake of the world.

But when it comes to that level, even the Holy Emperor will be forgotten by the world. How can he leave traces of what he has obtained?

Everyone saw that Gu Yu's eyes and expression were filled with anxiety. He even moved his hands, gesticulating something in front of the preaching mirror.

Bathed in the divine light and carrying the Mysterious Gate on his back, he seemed to have come from the sky, truly an immortal in the sword.

But precisely because of his refusal to eat fireworks, there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between him and the world.

Unable to communicate!

Out of reach!

This was not Gu Yu's original intention at all.

Mei Siren put down the paper fan and returned from the pull of "mystery". He suddenly looked at Xu Xiaoshou and was about to speak...

At the same moment, Xu Xiaoshou saw all the movements of Gu Yu's mouth and hands stop, and then he turned his gaze towards himself.

"Zi!"

In an instant, the hairs all over his body stood up, as if he was being stared at by the god of death.

The information bar also jumped:

"Under sneak attack, passive value, +1."

As smart as he is, he doesn't need Mr. Siren's reminder to understand what Gu Yu wants to express at this moment:

Explanation cannot explain it.

But this third sword is prepared for you.

As long as you can resist...you can't say it, you can't say it, I'll kill you, you should finally realize it?

"Come!"

Xu Xiaoshou shouted loudly.

Afraid that Mr. Gu wouldn't be able to hear his voice, he stretched out his finger and raised it provocatively.

However, how dare he neglect the mysterious door opened by the third realm!

The rules of breaking the ancient sword cultivator's fight have long been forgotten, only to ignite the animal desires in my mind...

"boom!"

The violent giant appears!

"Roar!"

The extreme giant lowered his eyes!

"Buzz!"

The path of life unfolds!

"Human Path!"

The six paths of ancient martial arts merged!

"Meow~"

Uh, ghost beast transformation...

This is not a joke. At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was really afraid of death.

He almost stretched his own endurance to the maximum to avoid being killed by Gu Lao in one move.

Even so...

The second realm of the major ancient swordsmanship phenomena appeared one after another!

The extreme giant was like a weed sprout that was rapidly melting, turning into wisps of flowing clouds, merging into the nameless world, and never returning.

As far as the eye could see, Gu Yu was like a deification, turning into a huge giant, like a god or a Buddha, destroying the world with the power of heaven, and then bursting apart, splitting into endless sword rain, pouring down.

The raindrops withered and flourished, pierced through time and air, dissolved tendons and bones, shot through the extreme giant, and shot it into a sieve.

The Xuanmiao Gate suddenly shook, and the super sword with eternal power was shot out from the scabbard.

Before Xu Xiaoshou could even react, the Guiyiji Sword, which was as big as the head of the Ultimate Titan, had already pierced through his chest!

"Boom!"

The screen of the preaching mirror went black.

The spectators from the five regions were about to put their heads into the mirror to comprehend the sword intent, but suddenly they were in trouble and were so angry that they were about to burst.

"What the hell!"

"Fuck, look, show me!"

"Damn preaching mirror, damn Feng Zhongzui... Didn't you turn the mirror black at the critical moment? Is that the tolerance of you Feng family members? You said you preach, but you won't show it?!"

"Waste, waste, waste, if I had known, I would have been sent to the Central Region. Ah, ah, I shouldn't have gambled, I want to go to the scene!"

Feng Zhongzui was shocked to hear the "click" sound beside his ear, but he couldn't move his eyes away from the front battlefield.

But he saw on the site of the former Yujing City...

The Ultimate Titan exploded!

A huge sword of light fell from the sky, pierced through him, submerged him, and fiercely inserted into the earth, shocking the world!

That piece of land... If Yujing City had not been taken away by Shouye, wouldn't the whole city be blown to pieces at this moment?

But his eyes were blurred, Feng Zhongzui blinked, and saw that Shouye had not moved just now, nor had he turned into a giant.

The giant sword of light that fell from the sky and came from the mystery had never entered the battlefield and penetrated the earth.

Everything was an illusion!

The mystery never came!

"Boom."

Dust and smoke splashed on the earth.

Amid countless curses, the picture of the preaching mirror returned, reflecting Gu Yu who fell to the ground with his hair disheveled and dying.

"What happened?"

"Old Gu... Old Gu was drawing his sword, why did it end again?"

"Fuck Feng Zhongzui, you preach like this, right? You'd better not let me find you, otherwise I'll kill you!"

Another curse sounded.

Everyone stared at the picture in the mirror, and wanted to wave their hands to hit the black line in front of them, only to realize that it was not their own problem to cast the black line.

Just like the first battle of the Sword Immortal, there was a thin black thread in the middle of the picture transmitted by the preaching mirror.

This treasure seemed to have been damaged before?

Even with the might of the Feng family in the southern region, it could not be repaired.

"Drip drip drip..."

The rain continued to fall, and the ground was muddy.

"Being frightened, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. When he woke up and looked at the picture in front of him, he found that the Xuanmiao Gate had been closed at some point.

Guyu returned from the Unparalleled Sword and ended the "deification" state just now...

That's it!

Just now, he slashed me with a sword?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that his memory was a little fuzzy. It seemed that he had opened the Extreme Giant to block it, but it seemed that he had not?

He explored the Qi Sea and found that the Qi Sea was empty.

In fact, he no longer had the Qi Sea. At this moment, even the various holy powers and spiritual essences that filled his body were all consumed.

All these marks showed that he had just gone through an extremely tragic battle, but...

Xu Xiaoshou could hardly remember the process in between!

"What the hell?"

He didn't want to fight at all.

He flashed to the side of Gu Lao.

But at this time, there was already another person beside Gu Yu.

He was helped up by the upper body, with a messy white hair that was dry and curly, without any luster, and his face was as pale as paper, with wrinkles all over it.

The paper fan that Mei Siren never left his body was thrown on the ground at some point.

He hugged his old friend with his left hand, and his right hand went around this cold body, trying to give it a little warmth, while constantly patting Gu Yu's back and sighing:

"Why bother? It's just looking at the moon in the water, a big dream."

Gu Yu only had more exhalation than inhalation. Hearing the sound, he took a breath suddenly, and while choking and coughing heavily, he seemed to be laughing:

"He, ha..."

"Siren, you, see it..."

Mei Siren closed his eyes and tried to recall it again, his mind was blank.

He hugged his old friend closer, leaned his head to his ear, let the raindrops fall from the sky and flow across his cheeks, and smiled lightly:

"Not only did I see it, I also remembered it, I remembered it."

Guyu's body stiffened, a smile appeared on his face, and then all movement and sound disappeared.

Mei Siren's body also stiffened, and the grief in his eyes turned into tears.

At this moment, the person in his arms shuddered again, choked on a breath of turbid air, and coughed heavily again:

"Siren, then you... are awesome..."

"I... anyway, I can't... remember... anything..."

Mei Siren took a deep breath, thought about it and endured it.

Just when he was about to speak, Guyu struggled in his arms, raised his hand with difficulty, and made a move towards Feng Zhongzui.

"Child, come here."

There were already tears in Feng Zhongzui's eyes, and he couldn't bear to point the preaching mirror at Gu Lao, so he had to get closer now.

"Yes... I..."

He could only move the preaching mirror again and tell the world how the First Sword Immortal looked downcast at the moment.

Gu Yu didn't seem to care at all. After doing all this, he was too weak to turn sideways, and could only look at the rain quietly.

"Si Ren, under Xuan Miao... I have realized... a poem..."

"What?"

"I said! I realized... a poem! Ahem..."

"Stop it." Mei Si Ren resisted the urge to slap him, "You are a country bumpkin, what do you know about poetry? Others don't know you, but I know you? You are good at planting melons and farming, but you can write poems?"

Glancing at the preaching mirror behind him, Mei Si Ren couldn't help it anymore, "It can be considered a bit of talent."

Gu Yu coughed and laughed hoarsely, and it took a long time before he could speak again.

"Siren..."

"Hmm?"

"I say...you comment...on it..."

"Oh, good."

Guyu then stretched out his hand and touched the sky, letting the ruthless rain that had lost its power of withering and flourishing flow down his arm from the palm.

But there was no sense of touch.

He didn't care, as if he saw the mystery again. There was more light in his old eyes, and he raised his voice with emotion:

"Picking chrysanthemums...under the eastern fence, leisurely! Seeing the southern mountain..."

Xu Xiaoshou's lips curled up, and he couldn't laugh.

Mei Siren knew it was copied as soon as he heard it, but he didn't know which master's hand it was borrowed from, but he still praised:

"Good poem! Good sentence! It seems that after so many years of seclusion, you are not nothing..."

"Siren!" The person in his arms shook again and interrupted him.

Mei Siren lowered his head, "What's wrong?"

Guyu's eyes were straight, staring at the broken sky between his fingers, looking at the way that was still elusive.

He stared blankly for a long time, and finally saw the light that descended from the Xuanmiao Gate after the clouds were cleared...

Light?

There is light again?

It seems to be guiding him again.

Guyu's face became more shiny.

But in the end, the light disappeared, and he found that his mind was still empty, and the light could not enter, as if the mystery had never come.

Guyu lost his mind, and used all his strength to grab at the void, but he caught nothing.

This was even just an illusion!

His hand had already smashed to the ground, twisted into a weird posture, and he couldn't even utter the burning question in his throat.

"Siren, Mei Ziyu, stop..."