I Just Want To Be Quiet

Ning Wuye has a special physique, with an innate sword body.

In the words of his master, he is a natural sword repairman.

When he entered the Sword Sect at an early age, he accepted the cultivation of the top sword repair sect in the Panya Realm.

Jianzong is an upright sect and cultivates his disciples. What he pays attention to is to treat each other with sincerity and to draw them from the heart. He does not deliberately give advice and grievances, but in the long-term precepts and deeds, a little bit of infiltration of the younger generation's mind and behavior.

The monks have a long life, and there is no need to fight for the day and night like mortals.

Moreover, Jianzong is one of the top sects in the Panya Realm, and they have enough strength to ensure that even if the descendants are calculated for a while, or take a detour, they still have the capital and time to regain their strength.

Ning Wuye was pure in mind, except for cultivating and discussing the Tao. He had no other thoughts. Starting from entering the sword sect, step by step to the position of the sword, it can be said that it is smooth and smooth.

Before today, he had never had any setbacks, one man with one sword, one forever, invincible!

And this time...

Ning Wuye used to concentrate on cultivating, never accepting disciples.

He is the sword of Jianzong, with a superb status. Whether it is because of his arrogant disposition, strict requirements for descendants, or because of his special status, he cannot be arbitrarily chosen. In short, Ye Hui is the first disciple he has taught himself. .

Although it was far from the point where it was a direct disciple, at most it was only a registered disciple, but it was also the first time Ning Wuye became a teacher.

He didn't have the experience of getting along with the disciple, and he felt sorry for this disciple's miserable life, so he completely copied the way he respected the master when he was a disciple.

How Master treated him, guided him, and defended him back then, how he treated Ye Hui.

At this moment, feeling the dilapidation of the physical body, all the past events come to mind.

It suddenly occurred to him that when he fought against a demon sect elder, the other party said: "You wait for the pseudo-sect, and you are very good-sounding, and love your disciples. In fact, the road to longevity is long, and it is the norm to be alone. The sword sect seems to be waiting. You take great care of you, but in fact you are firmly bound by this method."

"The so-called Jianzi is nothing more than Jianzong's thug."

"Your Jianxin can never be free!"

"You can never touch the real ‘Tao’."

"The true meaning of the Dao Dao is the law, and it doesn't change due to the human heart and material resources, how can it be understood by a so-called sword repairer who is born with a sword body but is willing to be bound?"

Ning Wuye never took these words to heart. The elders were from Wushi Villa, and Wushi Villa was selfish, and regarded the world as a game, and everything in the world was like a dog. In order to improve the so-called character, he did not scrutinize any means. The depth of demon nature has always been the four major demon sects, and everyone knows it. This kind of reversing black and white and provoking discord has always been ridiculed by the five sects of the right way.

But right now, these words seemed to be a heavy hammer, hitting him hard.

The demons are coming!

After a brief period of confusion, Ning Wuye's heart gradually became cold, but his eyes calmed down.

At this time, Ye Hui glanced at Ning Wuye, and then casually ordered: "Kill this one too, keep it useless."

Hearing this, the man who killed the jailer immediately nodded and said, "I will obey the chieftain's life!"

Immediately afterwards, he strode to Ning Wuye's side and took a picture of it!

The palm wind howled, mixed with **** and fierce aura, and a ray of gray-black corpse aura contained in it, and Chao Ning Wuye rushed down!

Ning Wuye looked at this scene coldly, and with his insight, he recognized at a glance that this palm not only came from the magical technique he taught, but also was modified. Quick effect.

Shengxian Club, what a Shengxian Club!

With the palm of the wind approaching, Ning Wuye's gaze, but there was no trace of fear.

Today is the day of his fall?

Do not!

He is an innate sword body, born with ten thousand swords, a natural sword repair!

A mere mortal in Dreamland, but he stole some of his teachings, and he didn't even touch the real inheritance of the Dark Dark Sword Sect, so he was worthy to kill him? !

At this moment, the betrayal of the disciples who treat each other with sincerity, the disappointment in the heart, the reluctance to the sect, the unwillingness to fall into such a situation, the disgust of the Ascension Society, the intrusion of the heart demon... In the end it turned into a pure killing intent!

Howling, killing, and tyranny that never appeared in his breath in the past!

Ning Wuye rose with a sword-like aura. At this moment, he felt that his kendo seemed to have entered a field that had never been involved, and for a while he broke through the seal of dreams on his power!

In an instant, the sword intent roared like substance, the sharpness was revealed, and the finger swept across the entire prison!

No matter what you can do, there are countless magical powers, my sword can be repaired, only one sword can break the ten thousand magic!

Ye Hui's complexion changed suddenly, and his figure immediately moved. Before he could let his hair go, he pulled the subordinate who had just shot to keep him behind, and immediately escaped from the prison without looking back.

The rest of the people, including the senior members of the Ascension Society who were used by Ye Hui as a shield, had no time to react. Before the sword intent arrived, they already uttered a mournful wailing, scales appeared, claws grew, and they started. The rapid distortion!

Layers of sticky moss grew rapidly throughout the water cell. The scorpions, centipedes, and slugs on the wall squirmed frantically, and then quickly expanded. In the mouthparts, the sharp teeth were densely packed, and the dripping saliva instantly corroded the masonry.

In the turbid stagnant water, a circle of water ripples appeared, and then it rolled as if it was boiled, and the strange creatures caught a glimpse of it.

Click, click, click...

This underground dungeon was built to prevent prisoners from escaping, and to prevent outsiders from robbing the prison. The walls were made of bluestone with a thickness of one foot, and iron was poured between the cracks. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a copper wall and an iron wall.

However, at this moment, the sword intent is mighty, unintentionally targeted, but it has already caused cobweb-like cracks in all directions.

"Roar..." The senior members of the Shengxian Society had been completely distorted, and roared with unknown meaning. The sword intent swept across them, instantly slicing them into dozens of pieces.

However, the corpses scattered all over the ground were still squirming, and then turned into smaller and weirder monsters.

Soon, the burst of sword intent began to weaken rapidly, and the power of the nightmare seemed to flow continuously, banning Ning Wuye's power again.

Wow...

The iron frame and shackles were eroded by the sword intent, broken into particles, and falling down one after another.

His body finally returned to freedom. Ning Wuye staggered up. He looked at the dense, evil and depraved atmosphere in the prison, but he did not dare to approach his deformed monster. Without any delay, he dragged his heavy body to the prison step by step. Go outside.

At this moment, all the monsters suddenly gathered together, as if flowing water, merged into a tall Roshan.

It lowered its head, with seventeen or eighteen eyes spreading over the whole body, looking straight at Ning Wuye’s back, as if countless people were talking at the same time, and rumblingly said: "I thought you were going to die. You deserve to be from the Nine Schools. Heir to the mantle!"