Nine Heavens Sword Emperor

The man's words made both of them frown at the same time, but this sentence was more like nonsense.

The ultimate meaning of the existence of all heavens and worlds?

The secret of the creation of this world?

It would be better not to say anything if the man said it, but the two of them obviously did not dare to question the man, so they could only remain silent at the moment.

"Cough...cough." The man suddenly coughed while covering his chest.

"Sir, are you injured?" the woman asked quickly.

"It doesn't matter." The man waved his hand, then quickly sat cross-legged and started running the technique again.

"What level has the nightmare reached now?" the man asked with his eyes closed.

"The war between the human race and the Dongyi tribe is quite fierce. The Nightmare has absorbed the greatest power of resentment in the world and has now reached the third level of spiritual consciousness." The masked woman said.

"Very good, then all this is finally about to begin." A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and a deep look appeared in his eyes...

Jiuxiao Continent is a place surrounded by mountains and rivers, but a short tomb is surrounded by bustling buildings.

Tombstones made of icy jade are rare in all the worlds. There was a line of words engraved on the tombstone that made Lin Che heartbroken.

"The tomb of my dear friend Qin Junyao."

It is Qin Junyao who is buried here!

This tomb was dug by Lin Che and Yu Shiqian for Qin Junyao.

The two of them personally buried Qin Junyao here, and Yu Shiqian also specifically told Lin Che to stay here on the first seven days of Qin Junyao's life, at least for seven consecutive days.

Lin Che naturally understood what Yu Shiqian meant. Qin Junyao died for him, and he would never forget this kindness no matter what.

When Yu Shiqian went into seclusion to refine the power of Chu Kuangsheng's divine veins, she asked Lin Che to stay there, not only to try to make up for the guilt in his heart, but also to show the best respect to Qin Junyao.

Standing in front of Qin Junyao's grave, a sense of sadness once again filled Lin Che's heart.

I still remember that when we first met, the arrogant empress Qin Junyao had a sinister aura rather than a heroic appearance, and her daring to love and hate character was heartbreaking.

Lin Che took out the painting she had drawn of Qin Junyao. The poem on it was written by Qin Junyao and left to her.

"When I first saw you, your body was three feet high in snow, and your sword was as stunning as the moon.

I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, I woke up at the end of the night and said goodbye.

It comes like a spring breeze and suddenly hears the rain, and goes away like a morning cloud without a trace.

The vastness of the galaxy is what I like in the painting, and I will never see it again in this world. "

Lin Che looked at these lines of poetry in silence, tears welling up in her eyes.

He is the sword in Qin Junyao's heart that is as stunning as the moon, and the three-foot long sword is as bright as snow.

That sentence about not knowing he was a guest in the dream made Lin Che feel distressed and pitiful. Qin Junyao's feelings for him were just like the sentence in the poem - it came like a spring breeze and suddenly it rained, it came suddenly but it was so natural.

But when Qin Junyao learned about Lin Che and Yu Shiqian's unswerving devotion to each other until death, she also knew about Lin Che's attitude of being committed to the end, so she firmly chose to withdraw from their world.

She disappeared without a trace like a cloud in the sky. She left the sight of Lin Che and the two of them. Even during the war between the alien races, Qin Junyao handed over the evil forces under Eternal Gu to Lin Che, but she still did not show up.

Originally, she could have been fine, but Lu Chen captured her. However, at that last moment, Qin Junyao resolutely chose to use her life to block the attack of the Wanfawen Magic Lamp for Lin Che.

"From now on, we will never meet again in the world."

Lin Che murmured, tears welling up in her eyes, it would be great if they really never meet each other again, and Qin Junyao wouldn't have to die.

He clenched his fist tightly, letting his nails dig into his palms, and blood dripped on the ground in front of Qin Junyao's tomb.

"Jun Yao, I will definitely avenge you." Lin Che closed her eyes and murmured.

Lin Che stood quietly in front of Qin Junyao's tomb. He did not practice or circulate his spiritual energy, but just stayed here quietly, as if he was accompanying an old friend.

"I'm not doing it for you, so don't be so sentimental.

You are the last hope of the entire human race. If you die here, the entire human race will also be destroyed. "

"Yu Shiqian is a very good girl, you must cherish her."

"Spirit of the evil sword, consider it my wedding gift to you. I wish you to stay together forever."

"Lin Che, if the person you met first was me, would you like me?"

Qin Junyao's voice seemed to still be echoing in Lin Che's mind. Lin Che would never forget her words before she died. She would never forget that she said she would deal with Yu Shiqian well, but she stepped forward to save Yu Shiqian in a critical moment.

Night fell slowly, and the evening breeze of Jiuxiao Continent was familiar and gentle. Lin Che did not move a step, but stayed here, quietly accompanying Qin Junyao's heroic spirit.

He has had troubles, regrets, self-blame, self-doubt, and confusion. He has experienced too many life and death separations, and the departure of too many companions. Some of them are eternal pain in his heart, and some of them are difficult to let go of.

The sun in Jiuxiao Continent rose in the east and set in the west, but Lin Che's heart was no longer hesitant.

The ups and downs along the way and the various changes in the world seem to have brought his state of mind to a new level. When many emotions are intertwined, it is the best time for a person's heart to grow.

Thousands of sails have passed, everything has been wasted. Looking back on all the past, whether it is life and death, separation, love and hatred, the justice of the family and the country, this heart is still floating in my heart.

In the past seven days, Lin Che did not practice deliberately, nor did she think about any issues about martial arts and swordsmanship. She just rested in front of Qin Junyao's grave, emptying her tired heart and remembering the passing of her best friend.

Perhaps it was the gradual awakening of the five supreme sword spirits of Zonghuan, or perhaps it was the accumulation of his enlightenment.

Lin Che found that his sword heart seemed to have undergone a subtle change, which was unexpected for him, as if his sword realm had reached an unprecedented height.

Just like the sword realm that Jian Longyue showed when he fought against the ancient witch ancestor that day - the ninth realm of swordsmanship!

But Lin Che knew that Jian Longyue did not step into the real ninth realm of swordsmanship. He just broke through the last bottleneck of the Wutian sword realm and stepped into the threshold of the ninth realm of swordsmanship, just like himself at this moment.

No one knows what the ninth realm of swordsmanship is. It is an existence that completely transcends this world, so it is obviously difficult to truly step into this level by relying on one's own swordsmanship comprehension.

Seven days have passed, Lin Che stepped forward and gently stroked the small words on the tombstone, his eyes as gentle as water.

"Jun Yao, don't be so stupid in the next life." Lin Che said softly.

"Don't be born a girl, or you will suffer half your life at the hands of others."

An ethereal voice came from behind Lin Che, with a hint of resentment in the tone.

Lin Che smiled slightly, he turned around, and Wan Qiling appeared in front of him.

"Miss Wan, how are you?"

"I didn't expect that so much has happened to the human race in such a short time, and you have grown to this point." Wan Qiling sighed as she looked at Lin Che in front of her.