Fu Canglu

Chapter 616 Where is the Sword
The dry sand of Tianmen swirled, and several pillars of sword energy supported the dome, supporting the huge "underground world" from collapsing.

Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the sky, the Qingli girl didn't look back. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and the formation behind her suddenly burst into light, one after another flying holy light, accompanied by the continuous bursting of sword energy in the broken stele, from afar Shuttle from the holy island of Daguangming Mountain, which is thousands of miles away.

The "Tianmen World", which was already on the verge of collapse, trembled again under the arrival of that stele.

The sword aura pillars on the dome seemed to sense a familiar aura.

There is the sword intent left by Jian Zongming in the stele of Daguangming, engulfing the sword energy accumulated for many years in Daguangming Holy Mountain. When it arrives, the originally dark Tianmen is like the dawn, and there is a bang, Lord Bailian Mopao Mountain, Bring a few quasi-monsters to the place where Tianmen is.

The four quasi-monsters have complicated expressions, but they are different from each other.

They have made their own choices.

Girl Qingli knew what Lord Shanzhu was going to do, she activated the second teleportation formation that was built at the Tianmen by virtue of her space talent.

And the person sent away by this formation is only Wang Zhi.

The other three quasi-monsters on Holy Island gritted their teeth and gave up the opportunity in front of them.

"Lord Mountain Master, I am willing to stay in Tianmen and continue to comprehend the Great Bright Stele."

"I think, wait for the breakthrough to become a monster, and then go to the Central Plains"

"I want to stay on Holy Island and inherit the mantle of Houtu Palace."

The three expressed their attitudes.

Mu Liancheng didn't say anything, and the mask didn't reveal the slightest bit of unhappiness, but unfortunately he just smiled gently, which was a sign of his understanding.

Under the cat's mask, in the hidden eyes, no one saw the flashing gloom.

It is indeed a pity.

These four promising young men
This is their best chance to leave Holy Island.

I want to go further, I want to see what kind of demeanor it is in the realm of evildoers, and become the most powerful demon cultivator of the younger generation, if I miss the opportunity...
I'm afraid it will be difficult to come true.

The mountain master spread out his palm, and the blood that should have dripped on the ground was burned by the clear and hot stele into wisps of smoke, lingering in blood.

Qingli's pupils shrank slightly, and she was a little puzzled about her originally slack eyes.

Lord Shanzhu was injured?
Qingli pursed her lips and said softly, "It's those people from the Five Elders' Association."

He didn't mean to question, but told the truth very seriously.

There is still a trace of anger.

The mountain owner wearing a cat mask smiled and shook his head, saying: "It's okay, it's not a big deal, it's all for the sake of the holy island, they can't do anything to me now."

Qingli hesitated to speak, and could only remain silent.

The mountain master took a deep breath and slowly raised his palm.

The stele, which was lying quietly in the palm of Mu Liancheng, was gently lifted up by him, hanging lightly in the air, a steady and soft light bloomed from the gap between the stele, the stele slowly rotated, shining brightly, and the sword energy was soft .

Tianmen's sword energy pillar is more stable.

Except for the pitch-black coffin, which is guarded by the "karma" sword energy, no one can enter within three feet, and it is still pitch black.

All the dark places in Tianmen except the coffin are illuminated by the great bright stele.

The three quasi-monsters were fascinated.

They didn't know that if they gave up this opportunity, they would have no hope of reaching the same level as Jian Zongming in this life.

There is no shortcut in the path of sword repair.

To imitate the predecessors, ancestors, and great practitioners, you can only catch up, and it is impossible to surpass.

Now that I have learned three or four points, I will know that it is not one or two points short until I work hard to achieve seventy to eighty percent in the future.

That was a whole path of wrong choice.

You should have gripped your own sword, not looked at someone else's scabbard.

The mountain master let go of his hand and let the stele float in front of the coffin of Tianmen.

The three young quasi-monsters of the holy mountain were all distracted by the stele, and they couldn't help falling into the state of comprehension at this moment.

Such kendo qualifications are indeed amazing.

The Lord of the Mountain silently thought of the woman Jian Yu from the Cyanwood Palace who chose to leave, and among the four people looking at the Great Bright Stele, all of them showed infinite admiration in their eyes.

Only Wang Zhi had not only admiration in his eyes, but also struggle, sobriety, and a trace of pain.

After clearing the gap, I was disheartened, but still unwilling to give up.

Perhaps, Wang Zhi went to the Central Plains to become the most powerful sword cultivator in Shengdao's generation?
The mountain master sighed faintly, and slowly stepped back.

His white lotus ink robe was blown forward by the strong wind, and finally slowly emerged.

Girl Qingli sat in front of the coffin, and when the light came on, she moved forward silently, and at this moment quietly operated the magic circle for the mountain master.

A cat mask was taken off by a semi-illusory hand, carried by dry sand, and floated forward faintly, the back of Qingli's head seemed to be gently stroked.

When she turned around, the mask returned to the gate of Tianmen, and was left here by the mountain master.

Since then, Holy Island has no eyes.

Completely cut off from Tianmen.

Girl Qingli didn't tell the three successors behind her that after Tianmen left, she couldn't come back.

These three are indeed immersed in enlightenment.

The sword intent left by Jian Zongming, as well as the scene of witnessing the sword in the Nanhai Liuxian Monument, are rare fortunes.

The three of them have been enlightened for a long time in Tianmen.

They woke up one after another, suddenly like a dream, sitting cross-legged on the ground, or staring at the stele in a daze, or staring at their palms in a daze, or tears overflowing from between their eyes, their faces full of sadness.

But the only thing in common is that their kendo attainments have all made considerable progress.

It's just that it's still a little short of that step.

The most important step in becoming a monstrosity is to be able to surpass the combat power of the great realm.

As long as they don't reach that step, they will never be able to confront the real evildoers head-on.

Even if he could fight Ye Shisan from the South China Sea, and even delay for a while, if he fights to the end, that Taoist fetus will definitely be able to survive with complete victory, and even with his own strength, hammer and kill these three saints who are infinitely close to the realm of evildoers Mountain successor.

The demon girl of Zidi Palace, with tears all over her face, didn't know what she had learned from that stele, even if she closed her eyes, she still couldn't stop crying from the bottom of her heart.

She knew that after returning to Holy Island, her master's position would become her own, and the Five Elders' Association would arrange more resources, reputation, power, and those that belonged to her, all of which would fall into her own hands .

Just why is my heart so sad?

The sword intent in that stele.

Falling from the nine heavens, go to the four seas, cross the wind, grasslands, snow mountains, deserts, blend into the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and sway the lonely smoke of the desert.

I seem to be missing something very important.

To break through to that level, one's sword intent seems to have reached perfection.

But it's still a little bit worse.

What's wrong?
The demon girl of Purple Dimple Palace was a little dazed, she got up staggeringly, came to the eye of the formation, and left the gate of heaven.

Then came the second quasi-monster.

He is indistinguishable from the witch of Zidi Palace, and has reached the most important step.

Just a little bit less.

Until he left Tianmen, he didn't want to understand what is the difference between him and the evildoer of swordsmanship.

A long time has passed.

Tianmen was silent.

There was no one behind Qingli, and the three holy island geniuses who had comprehended the Great Bright Stele had already left one after another.

It's like taking a nap.

Go to sleep deeply, wake up slowly.

In Qingli's mind, there were countless grotesque dreams, which were pieced together together. She seemed to dream of the person she was waiting for, and finally opened the coffin, and stepped on this dark land amidst the tremors of the dry sand.

Then walk into the light.

Only this time when he woke up, he was still as calm as death.

Qingli couldn't bear it any longer.

What does it mean when a person who has never been in a daze is bored?
Time has really passed for a long time.

There was a trace of disappointment in Qingli's eyes, she wanted to continue to sleep, but there was no sleepiness in her small head, and the blood circulating in her petite body, eager to sleep with her eyes closed, also lost her motivation at this moment.

At this moment, she seemed to hear a slight sound.

From that coffin.

It seemed that in the darkness, someone was trying to open the coffin with his palm on the inside of the coffin.

Then, there was a longer silence.

There is no further follow-up.

Qingli stared blankly at the coffin.

What happened in the coffin?
In the deep sea, it was pitch black, constantly rising, constantly rising.

Then there was a light projected from the sky above the sea, struggling and twisting like a snake.

Then go up again.

Break open the sea.

Break through the soul sea, and the soul power returns to the body.

Yi Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, raised his arms with difficulty, and lifted the coffin board that had been covering his head for an unknown period of time.

The dazzling light shines.

With a pungent chill, Yi Xiao sat up in a little hesitation. The lotus clothes on his body were frantically blown by the strong wind, making him look thin and weak.

This is where?

Yi Xiao was a little confused, what he saw was a vast expanse of white land, the whistling north wind, and the extremely cold snow, had condensed and covered a layer of hoarfrost on his lotus sleeve robe.

A black coffin stands out here.

Yi Xiao supported the edge of the coffin with both hands, stood up slowly, and the lotus clothes flew by. He stepped on the ground, looked around, and finally looked up.

"So, are you still in the soul sea?"

In just a moment, Yi Xiao understood his situation.

The soles of the feet are the snowfields swaying by the wind and snow.

Overhead is a blue sea.

He fastened the white scarf tied around his forearm, thinking about Murong's words.

"The last sword is up to you."

The last sword.

The sword that really broke through the sea of ​​souls.

Yi Xiao let out a breath of white air.

To hand out that sword.

First you need a sword.

It's snowing all over the sky, where is the sword?
Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance, the snow was swaying, and there was a wooden house looming in the wind and snow.

(End of this chapter)