Ten God Emperor

Chu Xifeng, the name of Yunzi, is no stranger to nature.

But what surprised him is that this person who had fallen for 80 years ago because of burning the soul seals the ghosts and beasts, why did it appear in this spiritual space, it is hard to happen when the Chuxi wind came here. What story?

With curiosity, Yun Qi followed Jian Ling and walked toward the northwest.

It is strange to say that walking along this direction, there is a hint of green color on the originally ridiculous land.

"The dean of the Chuxi Wind did not fall to the bottom of Qingling Pavilion as early as 80 years ago. Why is it here?"

Yun Xie couldn’t hold his own inner curiosity and asked.

"I almost forgot, the original Chu Xifeng is the master's dean, but the guy is really powerful, and it is the only one that has been able to break through the swordsmanship at that time... but he practiced It’s the wind attribute that is not enough to refine the suffocation in my body, otherwise it is likely to become my second master.”

Sword spirit smirked and looked a little playful. Apparently, the arrival of the Chuxi style left him with a weak impression. .

"As for why he is here, it is because in exchange for the power of the Star River sword, he burned the soul ahead of time and left his body here. Although the time has passed, the body still remains. A touch of soul."

Yun Xi seems to understand what he has, and he has to admire the Chuxi style of the year. For the safety of Qingling College, he almost exhausted everything, which reminded him of his master.

"The death of Chu Xifeng is vigorous, and the dust has burned itself for a hundred years. Perhaps this is the so-called Taoist heart."

What is the heart? At this moment, Yunchao finally got some understanding. The heart is to keep the mindfulness of one's heart. Even if the road ahead is thorny, it is still fearless and fearless.

Compared to his own little love, Yun Xie feels that he is too small in front of the Chuxi style and the dust.

"What happened to the owner, is there something wrong?"

The beauty of the sword spirit looked deeply at the silent silence, and asked some curious openings.

"Nothing, just remembering some things." Yun Shi shook his head, his face showing a bitter smile.

The two continued to walk forward, and suddenly there were huge and deep marks on the ridiculous ground. These deep marks looked like they were crossed by swords. They were two meters wide and smooth. Even after nearly a hundred years have passed, it still gives people a shocking feeling, as if looking at these sword marks, they can recall the picture of the year.

"In order to obtain the sword of the Xinghe sword, Chu Xifeng used the most stupid way of the world, and the swordsman who stayed in the same year, and his body was overwhelmed by the wounds of the swords, forever. In the sword array, in any case, this is still very admirable."

The sound of the praise in the sword spirit mouth, let the cloud break can not help but slightly move.

Looking at the ground in front of the eyes, it seems to appear in front of the eyes, Chu Xifeng in the numerous swords of the smoldering shot, **** and difficult to walk the picture.

"Master, just in front."

The jade hand of Jian Ling gently lifted up and had a pile of mounds in front.

Over the years, the accumulated dust has made people unable to distinguish the original appearance, but it is faintly sensible that there is a ridiculous and desolate atmosphere filled with the wind blowing from time to time around the dust.

Just above the mound, there are a pile of broken bones, which are carefully seen, and the bones are filled with the luster like jade.

Time flies, vicissitudes of life, the wind and sand here eroded the flesh and blood on the cheekbones, but still did not smooth the faint sword marks.

Looking at the dense scarred swords on the cheekbones, Yun Xiu felt that the scalp was a little numb, and almost could think of how much suffering he suffered in the sword array before the wind broke down in the west.

"Is this the bone that the Chuxifeng predecessors left in the past?"

At this moment, Yun Qi’s tone and look have become solemn, and it is obviously full of respect for this person who has protected the Qingyun Mountain’s centuries-old peace with his own power.

In the eyes of Sword Spirit, there was a faint confusion. He nodded and said: "Well, when the wind of Chuxi was strangled by the swords, it simply gave up the flesh and burned the soul to obtain the sword of the Galaxy sword, and then broke out. ...if it is him, maybe know how to leave this ghost place."

Yun Xie thoughtfully thought: "When the Chuxifeng predecessors relied on the sword of this Galaxy sword, they could recreate the ghosts and beasts. Presumably, the strength of your time is extremely horrible."

"Is the master talking about me?" Sword spirit scratched his green hair and seriously thought about it: "Maybe."

Yun’s eyes fell on the pile of bones in front of him, and some doubts asked: “In the end, how can we wake up the soul of the Chuxifeng predecessors and let him tell us how to leave the space.”

Jianling shook his head and leaped lightly onto the slope. He immediately turned and looked at the cloud. "It is not necessary for us to wake him up. The owner is in the body of Linge, able to devour various souls and still get their memories." Therefore, the master only needs to refine and refine the remaining souls in this pile of skeletons, and naturally he can know the way he left."

Yun Xi heard a slight glimpse, saying that Jian Ling is a locust in his stomach. It is even too much for him to have a spirited body. Fortunately, the two are not hostile, otherwise he may not even die. do not know.

"Ok."

Although it is said that some of the souls of Chu Xifeng are disrespectful to their predecessors, they are in a hurry to take power. At this moment, in order to save their lives, they will not care so much.

The cloud rest slowly approached the pile of cheekbones, and the palm of the hand swung a little in front of him, and a blue-green flame rushed out, shrouded over the pile of shins, and began to calcine. A jade-like hard bone comes.

The repair in front of the body of Chuxi has at least reached the realm of Wu Wang, so his skeleton is also very hard, otherwise it will not be weathered after a hundred years.

However, under the horrible burning of Qinglian fire, the shin bone finally showed a sign of softening of the silk, and there was a soft white light shining in the cracks of the bones. With the rippling flame, it slowly emerged and gathered. In the air.

Yun Xie can clearly feel that this gradually blending soft white light is the soul power hidden in the wind and bones of Chuxi.

The so-called soul power is the embodiment of the high concentration of spiritual power. The so-called one flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi, a little insignificant soul power contains a lot of energy and even the memory before the Lord's life. Those who have the strength of the peak Even if the flesh is destroyed, it can still be reborn again through the power of the soul.