Data Cultivation System

The five-element sword formation, the thousands of sword qi attacks that lasted for five seconds, only caused more than 100,000 real damage, but in the end all the sword qi merged into one, and the last magnificent sword was enough to cause more than 200,000 It can be seen how shocking the last sword is.

"Walk!".

However, at this time, monks such as Daoist Sword Worshiper and Xue Luocha are not in the mood to indulge in the last sword of Zhuge Xiang's Great Five Elements Sword Formation. Seeing that the light curtain of the Nine Dragons curse is broken, these monks, one by one They scrambled to land towards the sword mound.

Regarding the sword mound, the thoughts in everyone's minds are very simple. If the enemy does not move, I will not move. If the enemy moves, I will move first. Since the elder Cliff has already gone down, how can these people be willing to lag behind?

"Let's go! Let's quickly follow." The Nine Dragons curse was abruptly broken, and many monks in the royal family were shocked. Seeing the dozens of monks headed by Sword Worshiper and Xue Luocha, they were like a meteor shower. As they landed, these people also hurriedly restrained their minds and followed them down.

For a moment, more than a hundred monks who had been stalemate in mid-air rushed to the ground.

Zhuge Xiang took the lead and fell towards the sword mound. As a cultivation dojo, after Zhuge Xiang landed, he really felt terrible negative emotions. Even the air above the sword mound was filled with the smell of blood. There is a viscous feeling in the person, and there seem to be countless voices whispering in his ears, persuading himself to kill, even the sword soul can't cut off these delusions.

"What a terrifying place..." Rao's own character was actually affected a little bit, thousands of bloody weapons were buried, and the terrible killings took place. Reluctance, hatred and other negative emotions gathered together, this was the first time Zhuge Xiang encountered the emptiness and delusions that his own sword soul could not cut off, no wonder the real sword worshiper refused to come down first.

"Haha. There are many treasures buried here, and these treasures are all mine..." He followed Zhuge Xiang, if anyone was affected the weakest. It must be Xiaoyue, and I saw its eyes shining, staring at the ground, and its paws were scratching on the ground.

But in a moment, a big ax with a three-star spirit treasure was planed out, and it opened its mouth wide. Bite down one bite at a time, chewing the fragments of the big axe, like eating delicacies from mountains and seas.

"You can stay here and look for it." More than a hundred monks came here for the Zhuxian Sword. They shouldn't pay much attention to these things buried in the ground. Therefore, seeing Xiaoyue's actions, Zhuge Xiang did not stop him, but after a confession, he chased towards the place where the sword energy in his induction was the strongest.

Sword Mound! Also known as Shenzu Peak, it is actually an isolated mountain in essence. This mountain is about 10,000 zhang high, as steep as a pillar of heaven, and the lower part is relatively slender. On the contrary, it gets thicker as it goes up. Looking at it, it looks like a giant leg standing on the ground. On the top of the mountain, there is a platform with a radius of more than ten miles. It was as if someone had directly sliced ​​it horizontally with a sword.

Behind Zhuge Xiang, Daoist Sword Worshiper, Xue Luocha and other monks saw Xiaoyue stop, biting and chewing with a three-star Lingbao axe, and they were slightly shocked.

However, compared to these magical treasures and spiritual treasures buried in the ground, these monks ignored them. Like Zhuge Xiang, these monks had only one goal, and that was the Immortal Execution Sword.

At the top of Jianzhong Mountain, Zhuge Xiang rushed towards the direction where the sword energy was most powerful according to his spiritual perception. In the distance, Zhuge Xiang could see an ordinary thatched cottage, and there was a figure in the distance, not the elder of the cliff. Who is it again?

The closer you get to the thatched hut, the more fierce the sword energy, coupled with the countless terrifying negative emotions on the sword mound, like floods and tsunamis, even the elder Cliff gritted his teeth, guarded his mind, and moved towards The thatched cottage went over...

The cold-blooded sword master, whose cultivation strength is comparable to the gods and Buddhas of the gods, in Zhuge Xiang's view, should have reached the level of Liao Falang and the golden body Bodhisattva, but he also has to borrow the terrible negative power in the sword mound. Using emotions to temper one's will, it can be seen how terrible the negative emotions in this sword mound are.

"Ah! Kill! Kill! Kill! I'm going to kill you all..." Following behind Zhuge Xiang, those cultivators above the Tribulation Realm, many with weak minds, began to be slowly overwhelmed by negative emotions. Corroded by him, he became mad, and shot at the people around him indiscriminately.

Many people, under the negative emotions like a scourge, are struggling to support them. Some people can't stand the madness, but if they attack the people around them, let other people around them who are struggling to support them resist, and their spiritual thoughts loosen. , was also slowly eroded by negative emotions, causing a chain reaction.

In chaos, more than a hundred monks followed Zhuge Xiang, also walking towards the thatched cottage, but in just a dozen breaths, more and more monks could not bear the obsession of thousands of dead people. Nian Hongliu, people eroded by negative emotions, shot madly, so that behind Zhuge Xiang, more than a hundred monks became more and more chaotic.

"All people below the Dacheng state, leave the sword mound..." Seeing the chaos, the Dacheng state monk among the royal monks frowned and said in a low voice.

Facing the current chaotic situation, Master Sword Worshiper also spoke in a concentrated voice, saying the same meaning. It is difficult for monks below the Dacheng Realm to resist the idea of ​​the sword mound. It is difficult to move forward, it is better to leave.

As for Xue Luocha, she didn't care so much, and rushed forward. Behind her, there were all lone walkers and even monsters. These people were just a team formed for the sword of Zhu Xian. Yes, whether they can move forward, Xue Luosha doesn't have the heart to pay attention to them, these, they will think clearly by themselves.

More than a hundred monks followed Zhuge Xiang, but in just a dozen breaths, some monks could not resist the flood and tsunami-like negative thoughts and were eroded and mad; For a while, the only people who could follow Zhuge Xiang and walk forward step by step were only a few dozen strong men such as Daoist Sword Worshiper and Xue Luocha.

Zhuge Xiang also maintained his own beliefs, walked towards the thatched cottage, the torrent of negative thoughts was really powerful, but Zhuge Xiang was like a rock, no matter how fast the flood was, it would be hard to move me.

The Cold-Blooded Sword Master has killed tens of thousands of powerful people. It can be said that the mind of the Cold-Blooded Sword Master has long been as hard as steel in the endless slaughter.

But what about Zhuge Xiang? Although his cultivation is only at the eighth level of the God Realm, but his cultivation is obtained from killing. It can be said that every ray of mana in Zhuge Xiang's body contains endless blood. In terms of mind, Zhuge Xiang is no worse than that cold-blooded sword master...

Looking down from a high position, the one walking in the front is Elder Moya. Because the departure time is the earliest, he is only a few hundred meters away from the thatched cottage. However, the closer to the thatched cottage, Elder Moya The slower the speed it wants to be.

Behind Elder Moya, at the same distance of hundreds of feet, is Zhuge Xiang.

Although he was much behind Elder Cliff, among so many monks, Zhuge Xiang was the one with the fastest walking speed. From the looks of it, at Zhuge Xiang's speed, he believed that he could reach the thatched hut at the same speed as Elder Cliff.

As for Zhuge Xiang, he followed Master Sword Worshiper and his party. Although it is difficult for the sword soul to cut off all negative emotions, but the sword intent blended into the soul, coupled with the strength of Master Sword Worshiper himself, he strode towards the thatched cottage. walk over.

Although in terms of speed, it is slightly inferior to Zhuge Xiang, but it is much faster than other monks. Even if it is a blood rakshasa, its strength is not inferior to the real sword worshiper, but the walking speed is still faster than the real sword worshiper. Slow down.

Elder Moya, Zhuge Xiang, Daoist Sword Worshiper and Xue Luocha, and more than ten Dacheng monks behind him, staring at the rush of negative emotions, walked towards the thatched hut, aiming at the Zhuxian sword in the thatched hut .

In fact, apart from the terrible negative emotions, the scenery of this sword mound is pretty good, a small thatched cottage, warm in winter and cool in summer, with two straight poplars planted on both sides of the entrance of the thatched cottage The trees, perhaps under the influence of the cold-blooded sword master, these two trees stood upright, pointing straight to the sky, exuding a sharp sword intent.

In front of the thatched hut, there is a small lake with a radius of about 100 meters. The scenery is not bad. The weeds by the lake are as sharp as the edge of a sword, and the leaves have grown into the shape of a sword...

"What's going on? It's impossible for them to break the Nine Dragons curse so quickly, right?" Elder Cliff, who took the lead and walked towards the thatched cottage, also sensed the situation behind him, turned his head and looked, his eyes slightly rolled Shrink, unbelievable.

Elder Moya has a general idea of ​​the cultivation strength of Daoist Sword, Xue Luocha and others. In addition to the dozens of monks above the Tribulation Realm, in the eyes of Elder Moya, the Kowloon that he secretly planted Sealing the curse should be able to trap them for less than half an hour, but in just a cup of tea, these people broke out?

Looking back, Elder Mo Ya's eyes fell on Zhuge Xiang, and his eyes narrowed even more, so fast, this guy is moving so fast, isn't it? Can he ignore the terrible negative emotions of this Jianzhong?

Looking at Elder Moya, turning around to look back, Zhuge Xiang had a smile on his face, his footsteps tightened up a little, and he murmured the Heavenly Demon Zen voice in his mouth, guarding his own heart, and chased straight after him.

Is the thatched cottage the residence of the cold-blooded sword master? Then everything belonging to the Leng-Blooded Sword Master should be kept there, right? Including that semi-magical weapon—the Zhuxian Sword!