There are a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine seals on the Shura Sword.
In this catastrophe, Shura Sword only broke through seven layers of seals, and it had such terrifying power. Wang Teng could not imagine how powerful Shura Sword would be if all 999 layers of seals on Shura Sword were fully opened.
The point?
Thinking of this, Wang Teng suddenly thought of the existence that sealed the Shura Sword.
The seals of the Shura Sword are fully opened, and its power is absolutely terrifying to the point of unimaginable. However, even so, the Shura Sword is still sealed by others, and has been sealed by the other party for 999 times. How can the existence of that sealed Shura Sword be
fear?
"Can those overlords in the God Realm do this?"
Wang Teng's eyes flickered, and such doubts arose in his heart.
He took a deep breath and stopped worrying about how powerful the Shura Sword would be when the seal was fully activated. He also stopped worrying about who sealed the Shura Sword and studied who the "Brother Changfeng" called by the Shura Sword was.
As his mind turned, the Shura Sword turned into a streak of blood and rushed into Wang Teng's sea of consciousness. It rose and fell quietly above the sea of consciousness, just like before.
After putting away the Shura Sword, Wang Teng sensed the position of the bald-headed crane again, but still to no avail. He was hit by a huge wave of soul power, which almost shattered his sea of consciousness.
This made Wang Teng couldn't help but change his expression. Could it be that the bald crane has really awakened, and that the terrifying soul in his sea of consciousness has fully revived?
The bald-headed crane's sea of consciousness is vast, but most places are like chaos.
If all the chaotic areas in his sea of consciousness were excavated and fully awakened, his soul would be absolutely terrifying.
Wang Teng had a vague feeling that something might have really happened to the Bald Crane, and that the soul in the sea of consciousness might have really begun to awaken. Otherwise, he could not have received such a strong backlash by sensing the opponent through the Bald Crane's soul blood.
After a moment of silence, Wang Teng stopped looking for the bald crane.
The bald crane should be safe now, and
And if the other party's soul is really fully awakened, he doesn't know if the bald crane will still be the bald crane he is familiar with.
"Let's go."
After a moment of silence, Wang Teng took a deep breath and stepped into the air.
"Sir, where are we going now?"
Ye Qianzhong and others followed Wang Teng and asked in a low voice.
"Wanjian Sect."
Wang Teng said.
He did not use the teleportation array to teleport, but walked in the air, wanting to see what this wasteland world looked like after the catastrophe.
He saw countless tombstones on the ground. He concentrated his eyes and saw the words engraved on the tombstones from a distance, which made him moved.
He shifted his gaze and looked at the other tombstones. Almost all of them had no names, and they were all replaced by the word "Benefactor".
Wang Teng was stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face. The saints and the creatures who sacrificed in the catastrophe did not die in vain.
"Um?"
"Look, there's someone flying in the sky!"
When Wang Teng and others flew over the Sword Forging City, many creatures exclaimed.
Because, in the catastrophe not long ago, almost all warriors and monks who could fly in the air had died, and few of the surviving warriors could fly in the air.
"That is……"
Suddenly, someone noticed the figure walking in the air, and his body suddenly trembled, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Immediately, the disbelief turned into endless excitement.
"It's Wang Teng'engong, it's Wang Teng'engong!
"
Someone said excitedly, almost crying with joy.
Others were also shocked when they heard the words. When Wang Teng approached and everyone saw clearly, they were all excited: "Grandpa Wang Teng is still alive... No wonder the Shura Sword will break out of the grave, Duke Wang Teng is still alive..."
Afterwards, countless creatures knelt down and worshiped Wang Teng, all with pious expressions.
Not only the creatures in the Sword Forging City, but also some creatures outside the Sword Forging City noticed Wang Teng's figure. They were all surprised for a moment, and then they all knelt down and worshiped, their eyes full of gratitude and reverence.
Wang Teng, who had leapt all the way and planned to go to Wanjian Sect, saw the scene below, and saw countless people moving towards him with tears of gratitude and sincere kneeling, and he couldn't help but feel inexplicable.
He slowly descended and floated in the low altitude. Looking around, all the creatures in the city and outside the city fell to their knees.
"Everyone, get up. Don't worship me. You should worship those heroic spirits who sacrificed their lives in the catastrophe."
Wang Teng said.
"We will always remember the heroes who have passed away, and we should also be grateful forever to our benefactors who are still alive!"
Below, someone worshiped loudly.
His loud voice spread in all directions, and instantly countless people kowtowed in unison.
Wang Teng was stunned. He saw everyone's piety and was speechless for a long time.
Looking around, he noticed the huge mausoleum outside Sword Forging City.
He stepped into the large mausoleum and saw large tombs with names engraved on the tombs.
There is the Holy King Haoxuan, there is the Young Holy King, there is the Sword Master Qingyun, the Old Man Turtle, there is the Taoist Master in Qingyi, there are...
The tombs of all the saints are listed here.
He also saw a large, collapsed tomb with his name engraved on the monument.
Wang Teng looked from
I swept through the tombs one after another, and then stepped forward to worship one by one.
This is a group of respectable people who, in order to preserve a trace of blood in the wasteland, fight against the sky and finally sacrifice themselves with blood.
If it weren't for them, the entire wasteland, including Wang Teng himself, would have been destroyed in this catastrophe.
"The chess game in the wasteland has been broken, and the bloodline has been preserved. Rest in peace, gentlemen."
Wang Teng opened his mouth to worship.
Ye Wuchang and others also followed Wang Teng and worshiped with Wang Teng.
When other people in the large tombs saw Wang Teng bowing to worship those large tombs, they all followed him and worshiped again.
"The great calamity is over, but you must not relax. You should be ashamed of yourself and practice harder from now on."
"Only if we are strong enough can we avoid another tragedy!"
"Our own destiny should be controlled by ourselves. This time, the saints and countless wasteland creatures gave us their own lives to buy us a glimmer of hope. From now on, we must be the controllers of our destiny, rather than being manipulated and oppressed
By."
Wang Teng walked out of Daling and said in a deep voice to the creatures in all directions.
Then, he walked into the Sword Forging City and came to the Divine Sword Workshop.
Shenjianfang has long been deserted, and the buildings are dilapidated and many have collapsed.
Even the entire Sword Forging City is in ruins and is being rebuilt.
Wang Teng stood in Shenjianfang for a moment, and finally left silently.
Things and people here have changed. Cangsong and other people in Shenjianfang have been destroyed in that catastrophe.
Later, Wang Teng took Ye Wuchang and others back to Wanjian Sect. Looking at the ruined mountain gate in front of him, the mountain guarding formation that had completely collapsed, the broken secret realms, and the deserted palaces, Wang Teng