Infinite true path

As Huan Yin's voice echoed, the terrifying cyclone began to subside rapidly, and with it, there was also the heat and thunder outside the cyclone.

Within ten breaths, the entire world had completely returned to normal. It was as if those incredible visions of heaven and earth had never appeared at all. They seemed to come and go as soon as Huan Yin summoned them.

As a result, the entire world became extremely transparent, and the terrifying huge sword left in the cyclone immediately became extremely clear in everyone's eyes.

Everyone could very clearly see the incredibly large sword in the sky, and its sword grid was now sparkling like a crystal. Within the crystal, there are streaks of light swimming around, like swimming thunder.

The entire blade of the sword, although earthy in color, has been polished by the cyclone, making it even more sharp. At the same time, the shape of the sword body seems chaotic, as if it was randomly formed by the wind, but there is a sense of dominance in the chaos. Seeing the sword body was like seeing a huge tornado that seemed to be spinning forever.

However, the appearance of the sword is not its most shocking aspect. The most shocking thing is that there is an amazing will on the sword. This will is like eternity. Regardless of whether the person who forged the sword exists or not, the will remains in the sword and has become the soul of the sword.

It is conceivable that no matter who in the future uses this sword to kill enemies, the will in the sword will naturally be revealed. In this way, all those who oppose the sword will be overwhelmed by the will of the sword when facing the edge of the sword, and their defeat will only be faster and more miserable!

This is the intentional power of the sword. The intention in the sword is like the soul in the sword, its power is even more powerful, infinite and unstoppable! In fact, this is like the difference between a living person and a walking corpse. A living person has a character and personality, which makes him more agile and more difficult for the enemy.

Everyone below who saw the sword quickly showed shocked expressions on their faces. Especially under the powerful will of Baojian, they all had the urge to worship.

The most shocking thing among them was Ku Lao on the tall building in the distance. Just listen to him muttering to himself: "He...he actually made a 'living' sword! From then on, this sword will always have his own will. Anyone who faces this sword will always have his own will." The sword will be like facing both the sword and him. How is this possible? The sword is obviously a dead thing, how can it be made alive? This... Could it be that his sword-making skills are better than mine. ?”

In addition to Ku Lao, Beard in the crowd was also extremely shocked. However, he always suppressed his expression and did not show it. However, there was already a storm in his heart: "I told him to refine the sword into himself. It was just a random fabrication of words. How could he really do it? Can the sword in this world be forged like this?" Moreover, why is the will in the sword so strong that I want to worship him? Who is he that can have such power? "

With a "boom", just as everyone below was extremely shocked, the huge sword from high in the sky finally landed on the central square of Jindiantian under the driving force of Huan Yin. The sword was so big that it occupied the entire square. It penetrated deeper into the ground and stood firmly there.

The sword that guards the Eight Heavens of the East is completed!

Below, everyone's eyes were filled with a hint of fanaticism. Even the people of the Eight Heavens of the East who are not in the Golden Palace can still see the corner of the proud sword standing in the distance because the sword is too huge. Therefore, the urge in their hearts to worship the sword is not at all greater than that in the Golden Palace. The people should be small.

Therefore, the flow of people instantly began to surge towards Jindiantian. People rushed one by one, as if they were afraid that if they were slow, they would lose some blessings.

Ku Lao's expression on the high-rise building was extremely ugly. He and Hu Hu looked at each other from a distance again. After a while, the shock in his eyes gradually faded away, and a gloomy feeling in the air formed a tacit understanding between the two of them.

High in the sky, Huan Yin had changed his makeup and looked a little arrogant. He slowly fell, and finally stepped on the hilt of the sword. As soon as he stepped firmly on it, the entire sword was already surrounded by crowds, and there were even many people in front, who were about to pay homage.

However, just before Huan Yin took a closer look at the expressions of the people below, the expressions on the faces of all the onlookers changed instantly. The piety and fanaticism disappeared in an instant. Everyone seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and their expressions immediately became cold, even Tong Dong and others who had already arrived nearby were no exception.

At this time, Huan Yin finally lowered his head and looked at the crowd. He is quite satisfied with his sword, so he is confident that the people can accept his sword, and he is also confident that this sword will stay here forever.

However, when he saw the expressions on everyone's faces clearly, the smile he originally wore froze in an instant. Just as an extremely bad premonition appeared, Huan Yin heard a child's voice below: "Mom, what is this? It's so ugly!"

Children's words are unbridled, but they are the most true and the least need to doubt. This sentence was like a heavy hammer hitting Huan Yin's heart. Huan Yin's heart suddenly hurt. At the same time, he also realized that wherever he looked, the expressions of those people he saw were probably not illusions.

Huan Yin didn't see a pious person, didn't see a fanatical person, and didn't even see a person with a smile on his face. All he saw were dissatisfied people and expressionless indifferent people...

"What is this thing? Why did you smash it on the square of our Jindiantian?"

"Jindiantian is the most sacred and inviolable place in my Eastern Eight Heavens. What the hell is this thing and why can it be placed here?"

"Damn it, who are you? Are you an external enemy? Do you want to attack me, Dongfang Batian, with this?"

Finally, a voice broke out from the crowd, containing strong dissatisfaction and anger. De Huan Yin stumbled instantly and immediately ignited those who had not spoken yet.

Words like this began to erupt among the crowd, getting stronger and stronger, and some people even flew out, saying they were looking for soldiers to take down the "intruder" Huan Yin.

"Everyone, everyone! Please listen to me!" Just when Huan Yin no longer knew how to face all the people or how to speak, an old man stood up and stood under the sword.

Huan Yin took a look and found that this person was Ku Lao who didn't know when he would arrive.

As expected, Ku Lao was highly respected. As soon as he appeared, the voices of the people around him finally gradually became quieter. He turned around and bowed to Huan Yin, and then faced everyone and said: "Everyone, what this gentleman forged is a sword. He will give this sword to me in the Eastern Eight Heavens to protect me. Dongfang Batian. You have good intentions, why can’t you understand?”

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then, a young man couldn't help shouting: "Is this a sword? Mr. Ku, you have always been highly respected, how could you say such irresponsible things? This thing is crooked. , no matter how ugly it is, is it worthy of being called a sword?”

One sentence ignited the whole crowd again. So, immediately another strong man said: "If this can be considered a sword, then I can also make swords. There is so much mud on the ground, how about I make ten swords for fun now?"

Ku Lao frowned and said: "Everyone, this is a sword made of the power of heaven and earth. There is a strong will in the sword. Can't you feel it?"

"Will? What will? Ku Lao, why do you have to defend this person? I don't feel anything. This thing is not worthy of being called a sword at all!" As soon as Ku Lao finished speaking, a person shouted.

With a sound of "Wow", Huan Yin clutched his chest on the hilt of the sword, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then fell from the sky.