The Sanctuary War is approaching.
The entire Heavenly Sword Territory was surprisingly quiet.
In addition to the war on the border.
All the fights within the Heavenly Sword Territory fell silent and fell into a strange kind of peace.
All forces are now shrinking their forces, increasing their strength, and preparing for the Holy Land War.
This time the Holy Land War is different from the past.
Most of the previous sacred wars launched by Tianjiu Domain against the three major sacred domains were for the purpose of plundering resources, so in essence, after sufficient resources were plundered, they would voluntarily evacuate.
But this time the Holy Land War launched by the Heavenly Sword Realm is not just for plundering resources. It is said that even the Heavenly Sword God Emperor plans to escape from seclusion while sleeping.
As one of the nine divine emperors, the Heavenly Sword Emperor has to personally take action. This time, the war in the sanctuary will not be as simple as before.
All the forces in the Heavenly Sword Territory, whether it is the military, the royal family, or the sect, are now accumulating this strength, waiting for the time of the Holy Domain War to seize more benefits.
The Heavenly Sword leads to barrenness.
The rare resources are in the hands of giants.
This Holy War is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for many small and medium-sized forces. Because the Holy War is approaching, the Heavenly Sword Territory is now extremely calm.
Qixian Mountain.
Blood pool.
The black mountain peak, above the Iron Throne.
Chu Fengmian was still sitting on it, with his eyes closed tightly. Sitting on the Iron Throne, waves of crazy killing intent burst out from Chu Fengmian's body and enveloped the surroundings. This killing intent
, almost solid, like a huge blood-colored cocoon, shrouding Chu Fengmian in it.
A year's time.
Chu Fengmian has been accepting the impact of the huge memory in the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword, and endless memories of destruction poured into Chu Fengmian's mind.
If Chu Fengmian was extremely happy at the beginning, he could try to understand these battle memories, integrate them into the ancient books on swordsmanship, and improve his own swordsmanship.
So next, when the memories are pouring in endlessly, when Chu Fengmian wants to stop, but there is nothing he can do.
All Chu Fengmian was left with was pain.
Endless battle memories poured into Chu Fengmian's mind, tearing his consciousness alive and causing him to feel the pain of having his soul torn apart.
Especially these battle memories contain the swordsmanship of the Blood-Slaying Demonic Sword, and the violent and boundless killing intent poured into Chu Fengmian's mind.
These murderous intentions seemed to erode Chu Fengmian's consciousness.
This kind of erosion is much more terrifying than the erosion of killing intent that Chu Fengmian brought when he held the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword. Now his body is emitting little bits of blood-colored light. This is Chu Fengmian.
Miandu was unable to completely resist the erosion of the blood-slaying demon sword, and his body was affected by this killing intent.
On the one hand, he has to accept the impact of countless battle memories in this blood-slaying demon sword, and on the other hand, he has to resist the erosion of the killing intent of the blood-slaying demon sword.
This was pain that Chu Fengmian had never experienced before.
And as time went on, Chu Fengmian's pain increased exponentially.
It’s no wonder that the Hunshi Sword Demon once sat on this throne, but failed to pass this test and still fell and became a sword slave.
This kind of impact almost drove Chu Fengmian into madness. Under the erosion of this killing intention, Chu Fengmian wanted to devote his consciousness to this endless killing intention. In this way, he
You no longer need to bear the impact of the endless battle experience of the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword on your consciousness.
But Chu Fengmian persisted in his Taoism and would never give up.
He knew that once he gave up, he would become a sword slave and a slave of this blood pool.
Just like the Hunshi Sword Demon, Xingwu Sword Emperor and others, they are trapped in this blood pool for life, and there is no possibility of leaving the blood pool.
He can't be trapped here.
Whether it was for his master, for the hatred of the master of swordsmanship, for the swordsmanship sect, for Han Yueli, for Luo Xi, or for everyone around him, he could not be trapped in this blood pool.
Once Chu Fengmian is trapped in the blood pool, there is no difference between him and his death. At the same time, the entire Sword Dao Sect and everyone around him will be destroyed by the world.
He cannot fail.
No matter what, he must hold on.
"No one can break me, no one!"
Chu Fengmian's consciousness is so persistent that it is impossible for him to be defeated.
For the sake of everyone, Chu Fengmian cannot give up today. In his second life, he felt that powerless feeling in his previous life. He looked at his master and all the senior brothers and sisters who died in front of him.
.
Chu Fengmian didn't want to experience it a second time.
"I will, stick to it."
Chu Fengmian muttered silently, this was the last sentence he said he could say. All his consciousness was used to resist the impact of countless battle memories in the blood-slaying demon sword.
At the same time, his Taoist heart was also extremely stable. No matter how eroded the murderous intention of the blood-slaying demon sword was, his Taoist heart seemed to remain motionless.
Chu Fengmian, who was sitting on the Iron Throne, seemed to be in a deep sleep.
No one knows that Chu Fengmian is going through this, the most difficult battle after his rebirth, and this battle is also a battle that Chu Fengmian cannot take a step back.
There is only persistence, only success, and no other way.
In front of the Iron Throne.
A group of blood-red figures slowly condensed and emerged.
This figure cannot be seen clearly, and his figure cannot be clearly seen. All that can be seen is a blood-red mass, which vaguely converges into a figure.
"It's been a year."
His eyes fell on Chu Fengmian on the Iron Throne, and he spoke slowly.
"What a strong Taoist heart, able to withstand the impact of the blood-slaying demon sword and endless battle memories for a year..."
This figure is the blood pool consciousness.
He is the embodiment of the consciousness of the blood pool, and he is the real master of the blood pool.
It was also the voice in Chu Fengmian's mind that had been guiding Chu Fengmian to the Iron Throne.
"I never thought that in this era, there would be such people."
There was no emotion in the voice of this figure. He looked at Chu Fengmian and murmured to himself.
"Let me see how far you can go."
"Maybe you are the person I have been waiting for."
After saying this, the figure dispersed again, turned into the power of the blood pool, and completely dissipated.
But a line of sight has been observing Chu Fengmian. As the consciousness of the blood pool, nothing in the blood pool can escape his control.
This chapter has been completed!