Chu Xingyun sat cross-legged in the void, his eyes closed, his body looked like an ancient tree, without making any sound, and he did not move. In the vast sword tomb, sword roars sounded, and sword weapons passed by, unable to disturb his distracted mind.

In such an environment, time seemed to have no concept, and in the blink of an eye, a full three days passed.

On this day, Chu Xingyun was still sitting cross-legged in the void, and the Ten Thousand Swords Saints were suspended in front of him. The light flashed and the breath was thick, but it disappeared instantly, as if entering a whirlpool and disappeared.

"One sword is ten thousand swords; one thought is ten thousand thoughts."

Chu Xingyun spit out a pronunciation, and his eyes suddenly opened, and a chaotic light flashed through his pupils: "It turns out that this is the essence of the Way of Ten Thousand Swords. Thousands of Swords are originally one, and they should be integrated into one."

Mingwu's voice kept coming from his mouth, and the chaotic light in Chu Xingyun's eyes became thicker and stronger, and his body also moved.

Buzz!

A martial spirit light bloomed, hovering in Chu Xingyun's hand, and instantly condensed into a sword, the martial spirit sword.

He raised his hand and felt his heart moving. The sword came out, and the sword edge whistled through the void. It seemed ordinary, but each wisp of sword energy emitted a completely different aura.

A sword stabbed out like thousands of swords breaking through the air!

However, when the sword reached mid-air, it stopped abruptly. Chu Xingyun's movements also stopped. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and said loudly: "In contrast, Chaos is both a sword and a thousand swords, without any rules and no restraints!"

Chu Xingyun's body moved again, and he waved his sword again. The sword edge was still mysterious, and one sword was like ten thousand swords. But as the sword edge stabbed out, his martial spirit sword became more pure, as if he had entered the realm of returning to nature.

"cut!"

Without any warning, Chu Xingyun's voice became louder. He saw the sword of the martial spirit in his hand suddenly provoked, and thousands of sword weapons soared into the sky, full of sharp aura. In the end, the sword energy condensed together and turned into a storm, blooming with a breath of chaos, sweeping through it, as if to turn the world into a turbulent earth.

This sword seems to be slow and fast, like a sword, or like a million swords, chaotic and disorderly, and ghosts are unpredictable. When you feel its existence, the sword has turned into a storm and swept the entire world.

A rumbling sound rang out, and a hundred-meter sword storm appeared in the void, whistling away. Everything ahead could not escape the chaotic sword light, was shrouded in it, and was ruthlessly destroyed.

Not far away, the Ten Thousand Sword Saint Book was still floating there, but the difference was that the glimmer of light shrouded on it suddenly became stronger at this moment, as if I could feel the terrible chaotic sword riot and resisted it tightly.

In the distance, thousands of sword weapons soared into the sky, and they turned into real dragons of sword weapons, hovering in the sky, roaring towards the sky, and roaring in the roar, all in awe, as if welcoming the arrival of a king.

"Everything is orderly, chaotic and disorderly, but anything that exists in the world has turned from disorder to order, and then from order to disorder. This is chaos!" Chu Xingyun seemed to have touched some mysterious rule, and the chaotic sword light in his eyes was soaring, until it covered his eyes.

boom!

A terrible sound erupted in the void, and the sword mountain standing in the center of the sword tomb exploded. Thousands of sword weapons turned into streams of light and scattered throughout the space. Each sword penetrated deep into the ground until it was nowhere to be seen.

"What a terrible power." Chu Xingyun was shocked when he looked at this scene. The sword he had just now activated by the sword of the martial spirit, and its power was so terrifying. If he was used with the black hole heavy sword, its power would have been several times greater.

After all, the existence of a black hole is chaos!

Chu Xingyun took back the sword of Wuling, and the gray and black sword light that filled his body dissipated. But even so, the abnormal movements in the sword tomb did not dissipate. In the void, nine real dragons of sword energy were hovering, and they issued a sword roar that shook the sky. They did not dare to approach Chu Xingyun at all. The picture was very terrifying.

"It is indeed feasible to use the Ten Thousand Sword Saints as a reference. In just three days, I realized the meaning of chaos and officially entered the Chaos Sword Path." Chu Xingyun recalled the sword just now, and a sense of joy spread out on his body.

At this time, he stepped again and approached the Ten Thousand Sword Saints, with his pace not stopping.

Three days ago, Chu Xingyun approached the Ten Thousand Swords Saint Book and did not dare to be careless at all. He felt that the way of Ten Thousand Swords was too magnificent and powerful, and would be lost at any time and could not extricate himself.

But at this moment, he could only put the Ten Thousand Sword Saint Book into his pocket with just one hand. However, when he looked at the Ten Thousand Sword Saint Book, he was very calm, without joy, and without worries.

This shows that Chu Xingyun has understood the essence of the Chaos Sword Path. Even when facing the Way of Ten Thousand Swords, he can stick to his original intention without being shaken by it.

Even deep in his heart, a feeling of aura was surging in the world. The Saint of Ten Thousand Swords was just a foil!

"A sword turns into chaos and disrupts the void of heaven and earth. Then this sword is called the Fighting Heaven Style." Chu Xingyun laughed loudly and stopped staying here anymore. He stepped a step and left the sword tomb.

When he walked out of the sword tomb, a warm sunshine shone down, covering his body, and it also shone on his handsome face, warm and felt particularly comfortable.

Chu Xingyun flew over and arrived at the top of Wanjian Mountain.

Looking into the distance, the entire Wanjian Pavilion was filled with its eyes. At this time, the bloody and decay aura that filled Wanjian Mountain had long disappeared. Brand new palaces rose from the ground everywhere in the mountains, revealing a strong vitality.

In Wanjian Pavilion, countless figures rushed up and down, either practicing hard, communicating, or repairing the ruins. Almost every blink of an eye, you can feel the changes in Wanjian Pavilion.

"It seems that everything goes well." Chu Xingyun nodded with satisfaction and said in his heart.

Before he entered the sword tomb, he had instructed Mr. Mo Wang to preside over the renovation of Wanjian Pavilion.

It should be noted that when Qi Tianfeng encountered a catastrophe, it turned into ruins overnight. All the renovations were controlled by Mr. Mo Wang alone. Now he is in charge of this matter, so he is familiar with it.

Regardless of the thousands of disciples, the eighteen Nine Yang Spiritual Puppets controlled by Mo Wanggong are not only powerful and extremely fast, but also tirelessly and have extremely amazing efficiency through working day and night.

If it continues at this speed, within ten days, Wanjian Pavilion will no longer decline.

"Young Master!" At this moment, a thick voice sounded from the side.

Chu Xingyun turned around and saw that the person who came was Chu Hu.

He saw a simple smile on his face and rushed over from a distance. As soon as he landed on the ground, Chu Xingyun raised his eyebrows and quipped in his voice: "Why, I'm still calling me the young master now?"

Chu Hu was stunned, scratched his head with a little embarrassed look, and said silly: "I'm used to it, I haven't changed it for the time being."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately raised his head, flipped his right hand, took out two silver storage rings, his tone became serious, and said, "Master, I have sorted out the resources of the two major sects. These two storage rings represent Wanjian Pavilion and the other represents the Ancient Star Sect."

As he said that, Chu Hu handed the two storage rings to Chu Xingyun. From beginning to end, his eyes looked at the two storage rings very calm, without any greed at all.

The bloody battle between Wanjian Pavilion and the Ancient Star Sect, hundreds of thousands of people died. Each of them had a lot of cultivation resources, almost gathering the foundations of the two sects.

Therefore, Chu Xingyun asked Chu Hu to collect these backgrounds, summarize and finally hand them over to his hands.

"Although I have searched for two sects, these cultivation resources cannot be ignored. Now, all cultivation resources belong to me, and it is time to continue to condense the black hole sword slave." Chu Xingyun stroked the two storage rings in his hand. After thinking, he also divided some of his mind and carefully counted the resources inside.

Buzzing!

After Chu Xingyun counted the cultivation resources of the Ancient Star Sect, his mind flew away. He was about to count the cultivation resources of Wanjian Pavilion, a strong sense of resonance came out, like waves, attacking his body.
Chapter completed!