Chapter 89 Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles VII
Zhang Yun felt something in his heart when he heard this: "Actually, this is what I have always wondered about. Now that Emperor Guan is giving the appraisal for free, it is exactly what I want!"
With a thought in his mind, the Kirin sword appeared in his hand.
I saw Emperor Guan in the air. With a move of his right hand, the Qilin sword automatically flew up and fell into his hand.
Guan Di looked at it carefully for a moment and suddenly laughed.
I saw that his image in the air slowly solidified, revealing his entire figure. In an instant, a strong fiery red light enveloped the blade of the Qilin sword, getting thicker and thicker. In the blink of an eye, a fiery red light appeared
The ball covered the entire blade, and then quickly poured into the sword.
A qilin shadow dozens of feet tall suddenly appeared in the air in front of Emperor Guan. The qilin auspicious beast stretched its neck and screamed, its power was shocking! A strong fire element quickly gathered towards it, and sparks burst out from its body.
It comes out, burning the surrounding air.
As the Qilin sword in Guandi's hand swings in a graceful arc, the Qilin shadow suddenly turns its head and glances at him, with a look of resistance but fear in its eyes, and after a slight pause, it pounces forward. In the sky
Immediately, a huge crack appeared, several meters wide and tens of meters long.
Looking out from the crack, a crescent moon hangs diagonally, and the sky is filled with bright stars. It is a beautiful starry night scene.
Zhang Yun looked outside along the cracks and smelled the familiar scent that came in from it. He couldn't help but feel filled with emotion: "More than seven months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the long-lost moonlight is still so bright, and the beautiful night is still
It's so quiet, and the vast sea of stars is still so dreamy. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown. Are grandpa and the others okay?..."
After the sword in Guandi's hand crossed, the phantom of the Qilin Beast faded away, and the phantom of Guandi in the sky also returned to its original hazy state. After a few breaths, the cracks in the sky also closed.
As the starry sky in front of him disappeared, Zhang Yun slowly withdrew from his thoughts, looked up at Emperor Guan in the sky, and said with admiration: "Master Guan, what sword technique did you perform just now? It seems to be a sword technique.
It feels like the space is split open, when will I be as powerful as you!"
"The scenery I saw just now definitely belongs to the earth you live on. I used an ordinary sword technique to split the barriers of the trial space. This is only possible because your sword has extraordinary power.
Turn ordinary things into magical effects, and when you reach the realm, you can naturally do it easily."
"If my prediction is correct, your sword and my Qinglong Yanyue Sword should belong to a special kind of rare treasure. This kind of rare treasure is different from the so-called spiritual treasures, magical treasures, and ancient treasures in your world of immortality.
Treasures and other well-known types. This treasure was made by powerful ancient martial arts practitioners. The materials are of course good, but the important thing is that they sealed the remnant souls of some powerful spiritual beasts into it, making this treasure spiritual."
"And the remnant soul in it will slowly absorb the blood and strengthen with the nourishment of the owner's killing and internal power, and the power of this treasure will also slowly increase. Based on its characteristics, this treasure is temporarily called the soul.
Treasure, the power of the soul treasure depends on two factors, one is the soul level of the spirit beast sealed during the initial refining; the other is the growth rate of the residual soul and the killing of the master it encounters."
"The spirit beast sealed by your sword is an ancient Qilin beast. It should be an intermediate or high-level soul treasure, and the requirements for its control are not high. My Qinglong Yanyue Sword seals the soul of a green dragon, so it is undoubtedly a much higher level.
, but the specific level is difficult to determine. Because when I can break through the void realm, I can only vaguely feel the soul of Qinglong. Its power makes me scared. That kind of power scares me. The answer to this mystery can only be waiting.
Its owner went and uncovered it."
"This kind of soul treasure is driven by internal power. As the owner continuously instills internal power to nourish it, or injects internal power to defend against enemies, the remnant soul inside it will slowly merge with its owner. When the compatibility is high, the owner can control it at will.
....."
After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Yun meaningfully, and after a while he said: "As for the secret in your body, if I see you, I will definitely investigate it. As for me, I don't have much interest, after all, I am just a trace.
Awareness, my mission is just to find the inheritor and complete the inheritance. Well, continue your journey! I wish you good luck!"
As Emperor Guan disappeared, the Kirin sword returned to Zhang Yun's hands.
He first wiped the cold sweat from his head and secretly felt grateful.
Looking at the Kirin sword in his hand, his eyes couldn't help but show excitement. Overjoyed, he decided to give it a try.
However, when he pushed the power in his body to the extreme and poured it into the sword, he could only make a few sparks burst out of the Qilin sword and a soft cry be transmitted into his consciousness.
With a wry smile, he picked up the strong bow beside him and continued practicing.
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When he entered the seventh and a half month of the Wise Man Trial, Wang Chao finally raised his head, and a ray of light suddenly burst out from his bloodshot eyes; a smile also bloomed on his tired face, and he turned to
He showed a look of perseverance again, and then he started to use Qinggong and quickly ran towards the bottom of the mountain.
Three days later, Wang Chao arrived at the starting point of Huarong Road, where Cao Cao was.
Slowly close your eyes, quickly sort through the thoughts in your mind, and then take two deep breaths to let your mood enter the state of ancient wells.
Only then did he start his game. He was jumping up and down on the stone slabs. As his mind moved, the stone slabs below also slid rapidly. After a while, he had made enough progress.
A hundred meters away, but what is puzzling is that the stone slab with the carving of Cao Cao still remains in place. Not only that, it seems that he has never touched "Cao Cao" from beginning to end! He forgot it in a moment of carelessness.
Has he violated the rules of the chess game? Or is he still not confident in himself and is he trying something?
.....
Another half month passed in a flash, and in the wise man’s trial space:
Wang Ermeng could finally see the end of Huarong Road several miles away, but now every step he took was a big test. As soon as his steps fell, he couldn't help but cough for a while, and a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Tixia, what kind of inhuman perseverance allowed him to remain so firm, and who gave him the courage to continue walking? Is it the motivation to survive? Maybe, maybe not entirely, because if ten thousand people
If you come here and try it, ten thousand people will be willing to choose to die!
The shadow of Emperor Guan often appeared in the air, smiling and nodding, his wise eyes full of appreciation.
...
But at this moment, the young Shaolin monk who was also in the wise man's trial space had lost his previous calmness and calmness. His eyes full of wisdom were full of horror, his face was solemn, and he stared at the two people in front of him without blinking.
A stone slab.
He led Cao Cao all the way through thorny obstacles, successively killing the obstacles of four of the Five Tiger Generals, and finally came to Guan Gong. As long as he moved Guan Gong in front of him and the small stone slab located in his lower right corner, he could win.
This is the end.
It only took him eight months to create such brilliant results. How could people admire his wisdom? Why did he fall into deep thought when victory was in sight!
Is it because he doesn't dare to accept this early victory? Or is he overwhelmed by this sudden victory and overjoyed?
Of course not. The Guan Yu in front of him would never block Cao Cao's path. He only had to move the stone slab engraved with the image of Guan Emperor, and Prime Minister Cao would pass by.
But the inconspicuous little stone slab next to Guan Yu occupied a foot of Cao Cao's path. This small stone slab was carved with a rough-looking man with a beard on his face. The big man was carrying a big knife on his shoulder.
It is the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and there are two ancient characters written next to the statue: Zhou Cang.
Half a day later, the little monk, who was standing in front of the stone slab in a daze, suddenly woke up, suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly. The laughter was full of misery and despair: "It's true that Zhou Cang succeeds and loses! I miss you when I was five years old.
I was familiar with the Three Kingdoms, I was proficient in the art of war at the age of ten, I became a chess master at the age of fifteen, and now I have followed in the footsteps of Guan Yu, haha! Haha! I was really careless and lost Jingzhou!"
The figure of Emperor Guan immediately appeared in the air, shook his head slightly, and said seriously: "Little monk, I have not offended you! Why did you expose my scar? You should be called clever but you are mistaken for cleverness! Give up your
I'm so proud, maybe you still have a chance, although the time is not enough, if you want to pass, don't blame others, just say this and do what you want!"
After hearing what Emperor Guan said, the young monk's face suddenly changed drastically. He could no longer hold back and spurted out a mouthful of hot blood. The bright red blood stained the stone slab in front of him that was carved with Zhou Cang.
His body swayed and he almost fell. He held his cramped chest with one hand, but his eyes showed determination. Then he quickly manipulated the stone slab under his feet and led Cao Cao back along the original route...
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And in the brave trial space:
Seven more monks suffered mental breakdowns, leaving only twenty-eight to continue the trials. The surviving monks were all outstanding and mentally resolute. They all had cold faces and looked at the eyes of their comrades around them.
There was no emotion at all, it was like looking at cold corpses.