The cool and sharp sword tip gently pressed against the woman's broken skin, cutting the skin like a knife cutting tofu, penetrated deep into the muscles and bones, and understood the mystery...

For some reason, a long list of images suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Chenlu.

The Heavenly Divine Sword still stopped in front of the woman's chest and did not go any further, but Zhao Chenlu seemed to have seen all the steps behind.

That is not foresight, but memory.

As people get older, they tend to fall into memories.

In the Xiangzhou continent where the average life expectancy is only more than a hundred years, it is rare for cultivators to live to hundreds of years. Zhao Chenlu, a 17-year-old girl with hundreds of years of life experience, is also prone to falling into memories.

Once upon a time, the Divine Sword of Heaven cut her flesh and blood through this way, and the sword tip hits her internal organs and bones. With the sharp blade of supreme sword, it spreads the vitality taken from the demons to the injured area, clearing away all toxins and curses, and resurrecting the dead.

However, that move was created by the girl from Qingzhou.

To be honest, now I think that tastes bad enough. In order to enjoy the close contact of the God Sword of Heaven, I must first suffer a fatal injury on the battlefield of the immortals and demons. Although she and Shang Yatou said that they could be shot out by the God Sword of Heaven and were willing to die, of course they would not do that kind of stupid thing.

In addition to personal life and death, the life of the Nine Immortal Lord is also related to the overall situation of the battle between the Immortals and Demons in the Nine Provinces. No matter how willful they are, they will not joke about the fate of the whole world. Moreover, even if they are themselves, they will cherish their lives in the end. No one wants to die before they have to.

Therefore, every time I experience the life-saving sword of the Amitabha Sword, I endured inhuman pain in all my helplessness. Now, Gantian’s previous suffering was like a nightmare.

"So, for what purpose are you planning to dissect this rare specimen?" Zhao Chenlu calmed down and asked her own question, "What are some amazing discoveries?"

The God Sword of Heaven is very concerned about efficiency in doing things, and the Nine Immortal Lord has a deep understanding of this, especially when there is a serious matter, Wang Jiu will basically not be distracted, so Zhao Chenlu has no other thoughts, although she really envies the body lying on the recliner.

Wang Jiu thought about it and considered that Zhao Chenlu's understanding was excellent after all, so he passed the entire content of the suicide note in the jade to Zhao Chenlu with the Heart Sword.

In an instant, an incredible expression appeared on the woman's face.

"This is……"

Wang Jiu said: "It was unexpected, right? Even I was surprised. This kind of thing was enough to cause a sensation even in the Jiuzhou era, right?"

In the last sentence, Wang Jiu used a question because he was not clear about the miracle standards of the Jiuzhou era. His life in the Jiuzhou era was really unremarkable. Apart from the immortal path, he had been focused on his fifty years of life and had no attention to the changes in the world at all. In the immortal path, he was only obsessed with sword paths.

Unlike other kendo enthusiasts, Wang Jiu does not pay much attention to the dynamics of the industry, such as which sect has a rise of new people, and which master has deduced new swordsmanship... He doesn't care about all these things. Compared to learning from other families, he prefers to work behind closed doors.

This attitude is an absolute taboo for most people. The story of retreating in the mountains and then leaving the mountain is invincible only. In objective reality, retreating in the mountains and then coming out of the mountains and then coming out of the mountains can basically write a time travel novel in an autobiographical situation. In a society with a highly developed civilization level and a high degree of exchange between immortals, a person's wisdom cannot rival the wisdom of most people, let alone the wisdom accumulated by most people for decades.

Except for Wang Jiu, because the talent he obtained in the sword pool was too unique and was enough to overwhelm everyone with his own strength. Even if everyone around him opposed it, he would stick to the end and vice versa.

Zhao Chenlu is completely opposite. As the number one beauty in Jiuzhou, Zhao Yueming at that time was of course not only because of her own appearance. No one among the Nine Immortals could surpass her. Even the rich Concubine Shang Lan could not resist her mortal enemy in making trouble.

Therefore, Zhao Chenlu is absolutely authoritative in the judgment of social public opinion.

"Of course... it will cause a sensation. The dignified Holy Sect leader is a hidden pervert in women's clothing. If you dig into such a thing, it will directly increase the sales of magazines and newspapers by ten times!"

"Wait, is there something wrong with your focus? And strictly speaking, he, or she is not a pervert in women's clothing, he is just a different gender cognition than ordinary people."

Zhao Chenlu shook her head: "Dear, you are a rare thing. I'll ask you a simple question. According to the theory left in his suicide note, what is the best result of the countercurrent of time and space? The body is reborn, right? With that rough plan, theoretically, it should be crushed to pieces in the process of countercurrent time, but in the end, not only did I get a perfect body with a level of six or seventy percent, but even my skin, nails, and hair were well taken care of. Of course, based on a certain causal connection, these elements are still understandable, but how should this dress be explained?"

“Hmm?”

"No matter how time goes against the current and reverses Yin and Yang, it is impossible for even the clothes to be reborn, right? This skirt was clearly prepared before he was reborn! And looking at this style and texture, he was definitely something he had been thinking about for a long time before he could take action. The kung fu in it was definitely not something he had uploaded after he sharpened his gun in the last battle. In other words, he was already a women's clothing expert before he got on the ship. What's wrong with such a person saying "perverted"? "

"So that's the case, he's a pervert in women's clothing." Wang Jiu has always accepted Zhao Chenlu's conclusions completely, because he knows very well that his cognitive ability has limits, so he relies on experts' judgment for things other than professionalism.

"However, the core of the problem is not whether he is perverted, but the process..."

"The process is actually not that incredible. What you find difficult to understand is what the power in the dark is, right?"

Wang Jiu said in surprise: "You said that, do you know the answer?"

"I didn't know it at first, but after reading this suicide note, I probably guessed... You missed the correct answer because it was dark under the light. There was no need to dissect the corpse. The answer was obvious. In this ruins of the battlefield of immortals and demons, what else would have been waiting for humans silently for so long?"

After hearing this sentence, Wang Jiu finally realized the answer.

Besides himself, what power can continue to exist in a distorted and chaotic space and time to this day?

“…Shame.”

"If you want to be ashamed, I am ashamed. I can't feel the breath of the person I love the most." Zhao Chenlu sighed, "Time is so ruthless. Even the great laws of the Tao that were regarded as truth back then became unrecognizable ten thousand years later. The breath of yours that I once turned into ashes and would not mistakenly recognize. To be honest, I can't feel it now."

Wang Jiu was silent for a while and said, "I can't feel it either."

This time it was Zhao Chenlu's turn to remain silent.

"I know the answer, but I still can't feel my breath? No, the sword intent of the outer divine sword is the closest existence in the vast world to the eternal. Even the Demon King was unable to distort your sword intent, but now you can't feel it yourself? It's impossible..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chenlu could no longer stand his mind and directly expanded his soul to capture the changes around him to the greatest extent.

Then I felt a slight sting, as if I was stabbed by millions of tiny needles. If I took a closer look, I could find that the needles swept through the turbulent turbulent flow in time and space were actually protecting her soul with extremely gentle methods and not being hurt by excessive turbulent flow. However, due to the characteristics of the sword intent itself, it would inevitably stimulate the perceptron.

"It's indeed a sword intent, but the taste is much worse than you back then, and it feels even more..."

Zhao Chenlu carefully chewed the small sword intent attached to him while carefully placing the words.

The touch of the soul is hard to describe in ready-made language. The sword intent that swept over is too subtle. It is not a complete and immortal existence. It is a wreckage that has obviously fallen apart and crushed by some powerful force. But it is incredibly not completely eliminated. Even powder survived in the form of powder. Then it was rendered in this sea for countless years and finally became unrecognizable.

Even Zhao Chenlu, who loved it the most, and its original owner, could not feel its existence.

"In this way, Xiaobai's mystery of talent may have been solved." Zhao Chenlu said, "You were immersed in the sword pool and obtained the talent by chance. Xiaobai probably immersed in the Netherworld Sea and obtained your legacy? Although it may be only one ten thousand, it is enough to look down on the Xiangzhou continent. To be honest, I am a little envious... The body after reincarnation is not as useful as before."

Wang Jiu was still pondering.

Zhao Chenlu’s guess is reasonable. If his legacy is left here, then being in it and soaking for a long time... Maybe it is really possible to easily cleanse the muscles and become a genius of swords?

Objectively speaking, this possibility certainly exists. Although it cannot be explained by any known theories, Wang Jiu himself is an unexplainable miracle, so he never denies the possibility of the birth of other miracles.

However, even so, he still felt that there were too many incredible things in it.

Because his sword intent remains in the Netherworld Sea, Xiaobai was refined here and then became the number one genius in Xiangzhou?

If there is such a good thing in the world, why not just let Shen Qingming take a bath?

However, at this moment, Zhao Chenlu suddenly exclaimed.

"This, here is the signature she left behind!"
Chapter completed!