Meet The Leader

In Tianmen, Xue Wuli went to the Medicine Hall to receive his own share of the training medicine.

Just after banning the formation riots, all the warriors who participated in the banning formation riots, their own consumption is very serious, so they also need to distribute some medicine pills to restore their vitality.

At this moment, Xue Wuli's shoulder was suddenly patted, and he shivered and jumped to the side.

Lin Canglong, who is also a **** general of the Heavenly Sect, frowned and said, "Xue Wuli, what's wrong with you? Why do I feel that you feel a little uneasy?"

Xue Wuli said with a wry smile: "I just experienced such a serious formation riot, and even the sect master was injured, so I'm just a little worried.

Lin Canglong waved his hand casually and said, "Don't worry too much, this kind of thing is normal. From time to time there will be violent riots in the ban formation, but this time it was just a little too violent.

It's just that you seem to be like this since you came back from the outside last time. Why, have you lost your soul? "

Xue Wuli reluctantly smiled and said, "Shen Jiang Lin is joking, I've always been like this.

I went back first. I lost a lot of power because of the formation riot, and now I need to make up for it. "

Saying that, Xue Wuli hurriedly left, leaving Lin Canglong with an inexplicable look, and muttered, "Could this kid be fascinated by the flowery world outside? The newcomers are rare and strange outside. What's so good? How can I be comfortable cultivating in my Heavenly Gate?"

Lin Canglong was just a little curious about Xue Wuli, but he didn't pursue it too much.

Although Lin Canglong said before that the formation riot was a normal thing, he actually knew that this time it was not normal.

Every time the riot of the formation method is strong, Jun Wushen will be fine. As a result, this time, Jun Wushen has been severely injured. This is a unique thing, which also makes Lin Canglong, who regards Jun Wushen as a god, a little uncomfortable. adapt.

Going back to his own hall, Xue Wuli immediately closed the door of the hall and let out a long breath.

He thought that his state of mind was very strong, but in fact, he practiced in Tianmen since he was a child.

In normal times, it is indeed powerful enough, but in this kind of time, it is obviously not enough.

Ever since he came back from Chu Xiu last time, he always had the feeling that he would be pierced at any time, and then tortured by the torture of Tianmen.

Even since that time, he even slept much less, and most of the time he relied on meditation to recover his energy.

Because once he fell asleep, he would dream of a scene where he was exposed.

Lin Canglong is right, he is indeed unwilling to leave, and if he continues to torture like this, he will probably go crazy!

Even now Xue Wuli has a very radical idea.

He wants Tianmen to perish sooner.

If Tianmen really collapsed one day, he might not have to continue to live in such fear.

At this moment, Xue Wuli's head suddenly ached, and a voice appeared in his mind, which made Xue Wuli extremely frightened, but then he realized that it was Chu Xiu's voice!

He just remembered that although Chu Xiu destroyed the restriction in his mind under the Heaven's Gate last time, but Chu Xiu left another thing in his mind, and it should be that thing now.

Before Xue Wuli could speak, Chu Xiu's voice rang in his ear again.

"Time is pressing, don't say a word of nonsense, I just ask you one question, Jun Wushen, how is the situation now?"

Although there is a part of the power of the demon in Xue Wuli's mind, the mental energy it takes to directly transmit the voice to Xue Wuli's mind is too amazing, so Chu Xiu can only save some time. .

Xue Wuli was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately said: "Sect master... Jun Wushen was injured by the backlash of the formation riot, and the injury was very serious. The fluctuation even shook the entire Kunlun Mountains.

Right now, the sect master is in retreat to recover from his injuries. It is unknown when he will be able to leave. "

After hearing Xue Wuli finish these words, Chu Xiu cut off the connection. On Xue Wuli's side, there was a look of thought in his eyes.

Although there is a general pattern to the formation riots, that pattern is only general, and even the exact year cannot be determined, and there may be a difference of ten or twenty years between them.

So how did Chu Xiu know that something happened to Jun Wushen?

Even if he could feel the shock in East Kunlun, how could he be sure that it must be Jun Wushen?

This kind of thing made Xue Wuli have a bold guess, but after he guessed half of it, he didn't dare to think about it any more.

At this time, after learning about Jun Wushen's state in Da Luotian, Chu Xiu was ready to attack Tianmen!

Taking advantage of Jun Wushen's injury, this time is almost Chu Xiu's best chance. If he can't destroy Tianmen this time, I'm afraid the next time he will have to wait until he steps into the seventh heaven of Wuxian.

But at this time, Chu Xiu needs to plan more. After all, according to what Xue Wuli said, in the entire Tianmen, there will be threats not only to the gods of the Tianmen, but also thousands of warriors hidden in the secret realm who are raised by the Tianmen. Gu-like cultivation and killing.

At this time, in the lower realm, in the Fengyun Sword Tomb.

A gloomy black mist shrouded the entire sword mound, and the broken long swords were inserted into the sword mound.

Zhong Limu was sitting beside the sword mound, with a look of ashes on his face, obviously he was dying.

He is a person from the previous era and a disciple of Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu. Although he did not officially participate in the battle between the righteous and the devil five hundred years ago, he saw the fall of that generation with his own eyes.

Relying on the secret method to live for so many years, but under Chen Qingdi's punch, it shattered the sword heart that he had cultivated for hundreds of years.

Everything is false, everything is just a joke!

How about living for hundreds of years? In this world, whoever lives longer is not stronger.

At this time, a young warrior in white clothes and bare feet walked behind Zhong Limu and said softly, "Ancestor, are you looking for me?"

This young man is Yan Zhi of Fengyun Sword Tomb. His appearance has not changed in the slightest from more than ten years ago, but his temperament is more calm, and he has also reached the realm of Heaven and Earth Tongxuan, and he has officially taken over the Fengyun Sword Tomb. become its leader.

Fengyun Sword Tomb is not so much a sect, but a loose alliance, so there is no sect master or anything. It's just that each generation has to elect a leader and let him be responsible for dealing with the outside world.

Since the battle between the demons in Fuyu Mountain, Yan Zhi has often appeared in the arena, and his ability and strength are very suitable. It is logical that he began to take charge of the Sword Tomb of Fengyun two years ago.

Zhong Limu said lightly, "I'm going to die."

Yan Zhi's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly said, "Old Ancestor!..."

Zhong Limu waved his hand and interrupted Yan Zhi.

"Before, I was able to live after my lifespan was exhausted because I refined the sword spirit of the Longevity Sword into my body, replacing the vitality of my dantian.

But Chen Qingdi's punch has completely shattered it, so I don't have much time to live. In the last time, I want to give you something. "

Zhong Limu said, pressing the seal in his hand, and in the entire sword tomb, countless long swords were shaking, making a long sound of sword chirping.

The black mist swirled around, and finally turned into what looked like a black dragon, and a sword whistling sounded, resounding throughout the sword tomb.

"what is this?"

Yan Zhi's face was horrified, he could feel that the power emanating from the black dragon was simply amazing.

Zhong Limu said, "This is the sword soul, the sword soul born in the entire sword tomb!"

Speaking of this, Zhong Limu's tone slowed down, looked ahead, and said slowly: "In the entire Fengyun Sword Tomb, only I know of its existence, in fact, I am selfish.

There are countless swords buried in the sword mound, and countless sword spirits dissipate. When they accumulate to a certain level, they will form sword spirits.

However, this time may take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, so there are very few records about sword souls in Fengyun Sword Tomb. Even if they appeared, the ancestors of Fengyun Sword Tomb would not use them.

Only my master, Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu, created eight thousand sword skills in his lifetime. In terms of research on kendo, even the sword sage Gu Qingcheng can't compare to his master.

He discovered the way to refine the sword soul, the way to use the sword soul. "

Having said that, Zhong Limu suddenly turned his head to look at Yanzhi~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said lightly: "But these were destroyed by me. With the death of Master, no one in the entire Fengyun Sword Tomb except me knows about this. matter."

Yan Zhi was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.

Zhong Limu laughed at himself and said, "You already guessed it, right? The reason is very simple, because I have selfishness, I want to monopolize the sword soul, and reach the legendary realm, the realm that my master has never reached.

So when I knew that my lifespan would be exhausted, I did not choose to bring my sword into the sword mound, but chose to refine the longevity sword that has followed me for hundreds of years, and rely on the power of the sword spirit to survive until today.

But good luck fooling people, I have waited for so many years, but the sword soul has not been able to condense and form. It was only after my dantian was shattered by Chen Qingdi that the sword soul finally took shape.

This may be God's will.

Sacrifice the sword to live, I no longer have the indomitable spirit of the swordsman in my heart, and there is only greed for vitality and strength.

How can I be worthy of the sword spirit formed by countless masters of kendo and countless famous swords in this sword mound? "

Just as Yan Zhi was about to say something, Zhong Limu shook his head again and said, "I don't have much time, now you just need to listen.

Later, I will help you refine the sword soul, you may reach the legendary realm, and the future of the Fengyun Sword Tomb will be handed over to you.

I don't know right or wrong, but I have no choice.

I only have one request, to bury me beside Master. "