I heard that in my next life I will be the World Destroyer

Chapter 5 Fake Palace Master
Although there is the power of Ming Xuechuan's guidance, the superiority of this Supreme Bodhi Birth Creation Art is already the tip of the iceberg.

He was overjoyed: "It really works!"

The young man's eyes were burning: "Miss Ming bears a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, and she must hope that I can become stronger as soon as possible to help her find the devil."

"I must redouble my efforts to live up to her expectations!"

"What is this little pain?!"

……

Ming Xuechuan strolled on the mountain path, looking at the unfamiliar scenery around him, his expression didn't fluctuate in any way.

There really is a hot spring pool on the mountain, with gurgling spring water and overgrown weeds.

In an elegant silence, with only a few chirping insects as companions, it is indeed a good place to go.

Ming Xuechuan sat on the stone by the pool, stretched out his slender and white hands, and gently slid across the water.

The water was rippling, reflecting that cold and immature face.

After a while, she stood up again and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Jiahong Peak has two peaks as a whole, which are connected by a huge boulder.

It looks like a rainbow, under which is the gate of Changchun Gate.

The abode where Lin Bujia lives is on the mountainside of one of the higher peaks.

Ming Xuechuan went all the way to the top of the mountain. From here, one could see the entire Changchun Gate and a bustling human city below the mountain.

"Jiahong Peak, Lingjiu Peak, Qionghua Peak..."

After counting the mountain peaks belonging to the Changchun Gate recorded in the history books of Wuyang Palace, the girl shifted her gaze to the brightly lit mortal city below the mountain: "There is also... Qingyang City."

In the next 6000 years, all these will become the dust of history, vanish into ashes and cease to exist.

A huge sect that the entire Zhongtian needs to look up to will be built here, majestic and majestic, standing for thousands of years without falling down.

Until one day, it suddenly turned into ruins, mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Those who established this sect with their own hands died one by one to protect it.

The girl's eyes suddenly turned red.

She looked at the cold and bright moon in the sky, which was no different from that of 6000 years later, and seemed to see Master's gentle brows and eyes again.

"Master, I miss you so much."

The girl squatted down, holding her knee with her little one, and whispered a little aggrieved:
"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to lie on purpose, you haven't passed on the position of Palace Master to me yet."

She lied to Lin BuFai.

Wuyang Palace does not have the fourth-generation palace lord Ming Xuechuan, only the third-generation palace lord Lu Zhexuan, and her 15-year-old genius disciple.

But there is no Wuyang Palace in the world anymore, and she is the only one who can carry the name of Wuyang Palace.

To save the common people in the world, pretend to be the palace lord Ming Xuechuan.

……

When Ming Xuechuan came back, Lin Bujia not only washed up, but also tidied up the house.

The girl's hair was still slightly steamy, silently looking at this humble house compared to the environment she lived in before.

Lin Bujia lives alone all year round, and his hands and feet are very neat.

The whole house was clean, and daily necessities such as bedding and pillows were changed.

Seeing Ming Xuechuan walking in, Lin Bujia, who was putting a pot of crimson bead grass on the window sill, turned around and smiled at her:

"Miss Ming, you can live in this room from now on, it's spacious."

"I replaced everything with spare ones, and they are all new."

He carefully put down the crimson bead grass, and explained:
"This is the only spiritual grass I grow that can attract spiritual energy."

"The market price is three hundred spirit stones, which is quite valuable."

Ming Xuechuan remained expressionless, and did not say that three hundred spirit stones were not enough to buy a single thread of the dress she was wearing.

She looked at the boy: "What about you?"

Lin Bujiao scratched his head: "I have already cleaned up the hut next door."

He smiled: "My adoptive father came back to that place occasionally. He was very drunk and smelled of alcohol, so I always drove him there to sleep."

Ming Xuechuan nodded, pursed his lips, and said:

"Besides not being old, has your adoptive father taught you anything else?"

Lin Bujia was stunned for a moment, and then heard her calmly say:
"In addition to entering the Palace of Fate, we also need to make some other preparations."

"If we can't find it temporarily, or if we can't kill the previous life identity of the devil, we will try to destroy some of the devil's support in advance."

"As far as I know, there are quite a few magic tools he obtained, the inheritance he got, and his followers later."

The girl's eyes were like cold stars, and her expression was firm:
"If you want to get or destroy these, you will inevitably fight with others, or forcefully break into some ruins."

"So in addition to improving your cultivation, what is more important is your overall strength."

"If you know it, you must master it, if you don't, you must master it!"

Miss Ming's expectations are really higher than imagined...

Lin Bujiao scratched his head embarrassingly and said: "Except for not being old, I hardly know any miscellaneous knowledge."

"There are only three kinds of talismans, and only one plant of spiritual grass has been planted, and I don't know anything about other alchemy and organ techniques."

In fact, he has spent almost all his time practicing.

According to the usual practice speed, it would take at least five hours for him to run a week!

It means that even if you are practicing all day long, how can you have time to learn other things.

But now it only takes two hours a week and a half, which shows that the improvement is rapid.

Suddenly his eyes lit up: "However, my adoptive father also taught me a set of sword techniques for self-defense!"

Ming Xuechuan's pupils shrank: "What sword technique?"

That is the sword technique taught by the Taoist gatekeeper who "knocks the sky with one step and one sword"!

Li Shoumen's name is like thunder to the people of Wuyang Palace.

Similarly, his legendary superb swordsmanship is also fascinating.

It's just that Li Shoumen didn't have any disciples, so he didn't pass down his swordsmanship at all.

This sword technique only exists in legends.

Today, maybe she can get a glimpse of the legendary swordsmanship... The premise is that Li Shoumen has no secrets about his adopted son.

"Six Qi Sword!"

Lin Bujia replied: "My foster father once taught me the sword of six qi, there are six swords of yin, yang, wind, rain, darkness, and light."

The young man curled his lips: "He once said that these six swords have the ability to cut mountains and fill seas, change the world..."

"However, if one out of ten words in this drunk man's mouth is true, he is considered sober. How can he take it seriously?"

"Hmph, do you really think I'm a child and can be coaxed casually!"

Ming Xuechuan's expression looked a little weird.

She held back the excitement in her heart and said, "Then show me a demonstration."

Lin Bujia looked around and was just about to find his saber.

However, Ming Xuechuan summoned the One Leaf Bodhi, which was entwined with lifeless energy, and threw it to him.

"Just use this."

Lin Bujia hurriedly caught it, fearing that he might drop the heavy weapon of the sect, he stammered, "This, this is not good, is it?"

Ming Xuechuan raised his chin.

"This is my sword, if you use it, you can use it."

"All right……"

Lin Bujia's scalp felt numb while holding the sword, and he couldn't help thinking.

According to the sect's rules, but only the head of the sect can use this sword, it's a sin...

Those who practice not aging are naturally close to One Leaf Bodhi.

Lin Bujia was soon soothed by the soft breath on the sword, and calmed down.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and took a deep breath.

Recalling the sword moves, he gradually became serious.

"My master taught me six swords, but I still only know one of them, the sword of Yin."
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ps: I have already signed a contract (*^▽^*)
(End of this chapter)