Cultivation Began Three Years Ago

"Having this belief is a good thing, but you need to constantly sharpen yourself."

"I hope you can improve your cultivation and carry the banner of Luowu Mountain as soon as possible. Otherwise, why would you look down on the monster race in the world?"

Xu Che had high hopes for this stupid bear. He could tell that although this guy didn't have many terrifying supernatural powers, his physical strength was not bad among the monster clan.

If it weren't for a big monster from the demon king's family, who was in the same realm as usual, trying to break through its defenses would be a dream.

"The subordinates dare not slack off, and will definitely live up to the wishes of the adults."

Xiong Mang said sincerely, and then it took out the dust bone from the Qiankun bag tied around his waist, and presented it to the young man.

"My lord, this is your saber. I have kept it very well."

As soon as Xu Che grasped the hilt of the sword, he flicked his finger lightly on the blade, and the sound of the sword's cry was crisp and sharp, and could be heard endlessly.

"Next time, I will take you and those monsters to have a good fight."

After all, strands of spiritual power manifested from the fingertips, twisted into a thin rope, entangled the bones of the dust, and then the spirit sword shrunk to the size of a pendant, and was tied around the young man's neck.

"By the way, my lord, a lot of Monster Race guests have come down from the mountain recently, including people from the Wilderness, West Desert, Northern Border, and East China Sea."

"They brought great gifts and wanted to sign a covenant with Luowu Mountain and help each other, but Mr. Yao Wang is not awake, and you and the young master are not in the mountain. It is difficult for the subordinates to make a choice, so they have to temporarily arrange them at the foot of the mountain. Husha welcomes you."

Hearing what it said, Xu Che was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Is that so? You can deal with these trivial matters."

"You can also discuss it with Husha. It comes from one of the seven great clans in the wilderness, and is also a direct descendant of the clan. It may be good at dealing with power and power. You two can make your own choice."

"Okay - I understand." Xiong Mang bowed slightly.

"Last time I was in a hurry to say goodbye. I found a strange thing in the resources given by the adults, and I invite the adults to take a look."

It fiddled with the Qiankun bag for a while, and finally found that weird thing, which was an incomplete and old array map.

"There are ancient human characters engraved on it. I can't understand it, but I think it can be treasured, and there are more or less mystical features. It is useless for me to keep it. It is better to dedicate it to adults."

As Xu Che picked up the map from his dark, fan-like palm, he read it carefully and frowned slightly.

The words on it were obscure and hard to understand, even if it was him, he couldn't decipher them by force.

The formation map is made of unknown material, it looks like bronze, but feels soft like animal skin, irregular in shape, the corners are already blurred, and the engraved symbols are intermittent.

There is an ancient image printed in it, which is countless human ancestors, kneeling on the primitive land, offering sacrifices to the sun and the moon lying high above the sky.

What followed was that a huge sword fell down to the world, directly suppressing and killing an indescribable monster.

Slightly stroking every part of the formation, Xu Che felt a wave of mana that was so weak that it was almost undetectable.

Since he personally destroyed the seal of the bronze mirror and released the demon bat, he already knew the special power of Shu Xiu.

What he can confirm in front of him is that this is an artifact left by the human race's overhaul in ancient times. As for its purpose, it is not yet known.

"It's kind of interesting, let me see your real body."

Xu Che's eyes turned cold, and abundant spiritual power diffused from his fingertips, and he quickly fell into the formation. The originally bleak picture gradually became brighter.

The outline of each stroke on the image has a form and spirit, and the golden lines seem to come alive, exuding a sacred and majestic atmosphere.

Those ancient characters were constantly detached from the formation and suspended in the air, and Xu Che stretched out his hand to brush them lightly.

In the next moment, ancient information flooded into my mind.

In a daze, the young man saw that in the ancient times, evil spirits were rampant in the world, poisoning the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and the people were in dire straits.

At that time, there was an unknown sorcerer who gathered the power of belief in the world, wrote the formation map, offered sacrifices to the heavens, borrowed the mighty power of heaven and earth, and sent down a bright golden thunder to completely obliterate the murderer.

The performer is a young man dressed in plain clothes who is as gentle as jade.

However, even though he was so powerful, he still paid the price of death.

At the moment when the array radiated divine light and rushed to the sky, the young man was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a dying old man within a few breaths.

He couldn't say a word anymore, he was as thin as a mummy, his internal organs were completely exhausted, dark blood dripped from his cloudy eyes, and at the end of his life, there was still a thread of no regret hanging from the corner of his rotting mouth. smile.

Surrounded by the cries of countless ancestors, the grief-stricken Shu Xiu couldn't hear him. His body, like burnt ashes, was blown by the breeze and dissipated.

On the vast expanse of land, strange creatures nearly 10,000 meters high roared, their eyes were fierce and terrifying, and they slammed down with one claw. Thousands of human warriors wearing black armor and holding sharp weapons suddenly died on the spot. It rained blood all over the sky.

Countless blood energy was stripped from the corpse, rushing towards the monster, it greedily devoured it, and let out an ear-piercing roar.

With the power of the whole country, tens of thousands of human warriors were gathered together to form a large hunting formation. They looked extremely small and fragile in front of them, and they were killed to the point where they were bloodied and defeated.

Until an unknown amount of time passed, dark clouds covered thousands of miles, thunder roared, and an inexplicable and terrifying force was brewing above the sky.

The monster felt uneasy and wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

A golden thunder and lightning struck from the deepest part of the void, like a giant sword of a god.

In an instant, it pierced through its body, and the majestic thunder and lightning carried the breath of destruction, killing the monster's body, nailing it to the endless vast land, and burying it together with thousands of human warriors who died. Underground abyss.

The tragic war ended, and since then, this ancient country has ushered in hundreds of years of peace and tranquility.

Later, the royal family declined, the princes rose together, and in the era of war, they conquered each other. Powerful martial artists and martial artists emerged one after another, fighting until the sky was dim and the earth was dark.

The battle-torn formation map was broken into dozens of pieces in a certain fierce battle, and its whereabouts have been unknown since then.

Among them, the largest piece, after thousands of years of circulation, was finally picked up by the monster clan by accident and put into the ancient treasury for collection.

Xu Che has already mastered the general usage of the formation diagram, which is to sacrifice oneself in the dark, borrow the most incomparable power from the heavens, and suppress all enemies in the world.

The price varies from person to person. Those who are light will have unhealed Taoist wounds, and the rest of their lives will only last ten years. Those who are serious will die on the spot.

This is a blood-stained magic weapon, not only stained with the blood of the Supreme Monster Race, but also stained with the blood of an unknown number of great cultivators in the world.