In front of 17 million people, he failed to keep his mouth shut and opened other people's scars dripping with blood.
Hua Changdeng, who was hit by a sword in the arena, was shattered.
The power of fame is too strong!
Coupled with the real damage effect of Mo Jian Shu's Wuyu Weirui Sword, this fragile body of will was killed without ceremony.
Even consciousness will be swept away and extinguished under the effects of prajna non-existence and heavenly abandonment.
But Huachangdeng is still Huachangdeng after all, so when the tide swept over everything and flooded everything, he took the initiative to break the three paths of body, spirit and mind of the body of will here, turning himself into nothing.
"What a sword!"
The world of ghosts and Buddhas was full of soul sounds, but after the wave of swords, a long lantern was lowered in the mist of the nine heavens and ten places, giving such a heartfelt praise.
At this time, whether they were lay spectators from Jinxing, or insiders like Meisi and Yang Xizhi, their faces were full of surprise.
"The Ghost Sword Fairy is not dead?"
The matchmaker no longer dared to pick up the topic Mr. Siren had just talked about.
Just in time, she returned her attention to the battle situation, and as soon as the conversation changed, she handed the steps to the old sword master.
"Ghost transformation..."
Mei Si people murmured.
In the Jinxing scene, countless questions about "What is ghost transformation" suddenly flashed across the screen, and the matchmaker also asked this question.
But seeing Mei Si's expression serious, he held the paper fan tightly and said:
"It's nothing special, just the simplest ghost transformation."
"Just like an ordinary spiritual refiner, when he is about to die, he may choose to self-destruct in order to escape with a ray of residual consciousness and find a glimmer of hope."
"Hua Changdeng is different from us. He majors in the way of the soul. Even his main perspective is the soul body. He really sees the world through the eyes of the soul."
"And the so-called 'ghost transformation' means sacrificing all the power of the body and mind in exchange for a chance for the soul to escape into nothingness."
That is to say...
The matchmaker thought for a long time, but could not find a more tactful word to describe the behavior of the Ghost Sword Fairy, which was similar to the golden cicada's escape from its shell.
Master Shou already looked at it and laughed, and said bluntly:
"on one's last legs?"
So scolding!
Jin Xing commented, and suddenly there was another burst of laughter.
Only if Master Shou has the courage and strength to face the Ghost Sword Immortal, can he still persist in being scolded?
The stone tablet in Zhongyuan Realm trembled.
In the surrounding areas, the earth became corrupted again, and then strands of ghostly energy emerged.
"This is……"
The spectators were so frightened that they retreated and quickly understood what was happening.
It's like Master Shou was able to cleverly borrow the name of the Five Realms and turn it into his own use.
The Ghost Sword Immortal is the Holy Emperor, and the Holy God Continent can be regarded as his back garden. In addition, he can even borrow the power of death from Zhou Tiandao, so why can't he borrow the power of this mere ghost?
"Chi chi chi..."
The ghostly mist made a roaring sound.
Not long after, a pair of soul eyes glowing with a faint cyan light formed in the surrounding sky, which was extremely penetrating.
And high in the sky, the hazy figure of Hua Changdeng slowly reappeared.
Xu Xiaoshou remained unmoved.
Huachang Deng doesn't do much.
He turned into the body of a ghost - although this body could avoid the frontal damage from Chao Qi's sword, in terms of strength, it was no longer comparable to the body of will just now.
"Yes, you are very good, Xiaoshi Tanji..."
If you come back, it's not for revenge.
It is nothing more than proving to others that it is really difficult to kill oneself with a sword from the young man in front of him.
From the very beginning, Hua Changdeng did not intend to entangle with this son. He had a strong heart, and the Holy Emperor's will was lost without regret.
At the very least, we have seen the rise of the younger generation of swordsmen, which is a great thing for the world of ancient sword cultivation.
Hua Changdeng looked approvingly and sighed sincerely:
"The way of name can be better than the thought of sword."
"Following the Eight Masters, your talent in swordsmanship should be said to be the best in this generation. The name of the 'First Sword Immortal' is indeed worthy of the name."
"It's a pity..."
He stared at the stone sword in the young man's hand, and finally lowered his head, looking at his ghost body, smiling and speechless.
Xu Xiaoshou was not discouraged. He seemed to have never heard the disdain in the old man's words. He raised the corners of his lips and said:
"What's the pity?"
"It's a pity that my sword can't kill you, this old man, but you escaped with a bang?" He clapped his hands, as if to encourage the children to successfully rely on their own strength and let out the first fart in their lives.
.
Awesome... This spiritual word made Hua Changdeng confused for a moment whether it was a real mockery or an irony.
He looked over and saw that the young man was pressing the sword in his hand, which was about to move, but it remained motionless:
"It's a sword, it's a sword."
"And you, there is no escape, no avoidance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the spectators in the audience saw that a "chi la" sound suddenly sounded from Hua Chang Deng's ghost body.
Overlapping sword lights tore apart his ghostly body everywhere.
The sword light came from nowhere, but its destination was very clear. After tearing apart its ghostly body, it flowed into one place.
In the end, it turned into...
"water?"
No!
Not water!
It’s a “name” that’s as good as water!
The power of a name is like a tarsal maggot.
Even if Hua Changdeng abandons his body and mind and escapes into the soul state he is most familiar with, the sword light created by his name and the damage caused by his slashing are still behind him.
"this……"
The body of the ghost spirit cracked open.
Hua Changdeng felt pain all over his body as if he had been tortured by Ling Chi.
The power of the name caused the water to wrap around him, cutting him slowly like a dull knife, almost causing him to cry out in pain.
"How is this possible?"
Hua Changdeng was shocked.
What surprised him was not that this boy was so powerful.
But he could see a somewhat familiar smell from the name power of this tarsal bone, a bit like his own...
Sword Demon means ghost?
"Did you see it?"
Xu Xiaoshou held the sword, walked forward, and said with a chuckle: "I have been cultivating my name for half a year, but I have not fallen behind in the development of other aspects of ancient swordsmanship..."
As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the Meisi people standing on the hill behind him.
"He's looking at me?"
The matchmaker's heartbeat quickened for a moment.
She pressed her slightly rising chest and used Jinxing to give Master Shou a massage.
——It’s not just the matchmaker who gets the benefits, all the brothers have to eat something good.
"bad thing!"
Mei Siren was alone, and her heart skipped a beat just by looking at this kid.
What does it mean when you hit you and suddenly turned your head?
This kid never does anything wrong, and being targeted by him never does anything good... Meisi people don't even understand or have any curious thoughts. They already have the idea of creating the Jade Talisman of the Apricot Realm in their minds and escaping on the spot.
"My teacher said it right!"
Xu Xiaoshou said one word and held him in place.
The golden apricot in the matchmaker's hand also turned around with the sound, which meant that she had fallen into the gaze of 17 million spectators.
"cough."
Meisiren quietly hid the Xingjie Jade Talisman, raised his chin slightly, took out a paper fan and slowly shook it, writing:
"Mild praise, ridiculous praise."
I haven’t said anything yet, and you’re already praising me?
Xu Xiaoshou felt happy and pointed at Mr. Siren and said: "The old man also said that there are three ghosts: sword ghost, clone ghost, spirit ghost, and mind ghost..."
The paper fan in Meisi's hand slowly stopped shaking.
"This ghost sword is really powerful. I've seen it from the side. It's the one my teacher didn't explain just now..."
Mei Siren's face turned pale, he opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
"What he wants to say is nothing more than that the sword energy left in the body of the Eight Masters must have been cut by your sword of ghosts, so it cannot be erased, right?"
After hearing this, the people from Meisi were filled with anger and wanted to refute it loudly:
I didn’t say anything!
This is what you said, the old man has just stopped!
Xu Xiaoshou, you are simply disrespectful. You even want to slam such a shit basin on your teacher's head. It is in vain to teach you the art of the Heart Sword, Prajna Wu...
He hasn't spoken yet.
The body of the ghost has a long lantern, following the direction of the finger, looking down.
If Meisi people felt something, they raised their eyes to look at him from a distance, and suddenly there was a hint of sadness and loss on their faces.
"well……"
After all, Hua Changdeng was also his student, and Xu Xiaoshou was also his student.
It's just that they have different origins, different stances, and different paths, which has led to the two sides becoming so opposed to each other now.
If you change time and space, change the scene.
Perhaps the two of them, who are acquainted with the Eight Masters, Wen Ting, Rao Yaoyao, and other juniors in the ancient sword cultivating world, gathered together to discuss Taoism and swordsmanship...
Mei Siren sighed again, cutting off his random thoughts.
His second world is so beautiful that even now and in the future, I am afraid it will never be realized.
Hua Changdeng calmly withdrew his gaze.
Neither Xiaoshi Tanji nor Mr. Siren could make his mind fluctuate any more.
What he cared about at this time was that this young man actually seemed to understand a little bit of his own way of using the sword?
What an amazing talent is this?
But if you think about it carefully, it’s not right...
Thirty years ago, when I was on the path of Sword Demon, I could only get a glimpse of it.
No matter how powerful the sword energy left in the body of Ba Zun is, the Tao Yun is still insufficient. It is impossible for this young man to deduce the subsequent cultivation methods, right?
Xu Xiaoshou saw through his confusion at a glance and said with a smile:
"The art of haunting the yin, the reversal of the lost state, the art of forbidding me to disappear, the art of leaving the world alone, and the art has not been eliminated so far."
"Although this is unpleasant, it also taught me that this body is immortal and the technique is eternal."
After a pause, he lowered his head and looked at his hands:
"My love swordsmanship cultivates the relationship between two lifetimes, the evidence of reincarnation, and uses the past to determine the present me. I cut this sword out. I believe you can feel it too."
"If I am immortal in the past, then I will never be destroyed in the present; if I am immortal in the present, then the way of the sword will last forever!"
This sound is like spring thunder, shocking the heart and mind.
Whether it’s the disdainful words or evil spirits, or the self-confidence that the two worlds are related, reincarnation depends on the time.
Including this scholar's interpretation and application of the Tao of Names, all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts came one after another.
Hua Changdeng suddenly realized that maybe he had underestimated this young man. His height was not that of a younger generation, so he should be as tall as himself?
"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."
"Sorry, that's just my previous name." Xu Xiaoshou interrupted unceremoniously, "My real name is Xu Xiaoshou."
Now, he no longer needs to borrow other people's vests or make up his own identity in order to protect himself.
The Holy Emperor should be killed.
The ancestor gods should be destroyed.
If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if Buddha stands in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha. That's all.
Xu Xiaoshou... Hua Changdeng whispered this name, his voice distorted, but under his blurred vision, he looked at the stone sword in Xu Xiaoshou's hand.
Being named the number one swordsman, he carries the power of the sword with the name.
If it were an ordinary sword, it would have been shattered into pieces when the sword came out.
This stone sword, Xu Xiaoshou, is really as he said before. The seal cannot be broken and the scabbard cannot be taken out, so why did he hurt himself like this?
"What's the name of this sword?" Hua Changdeng asked reluctantly.
嘤——
As if he finally had a chance to show his face, the stone sword twisted violently, and with his spiritual strength, he almost broke the seal by himself.
Xu Xiaoshou smiled when he saw this, but did not stop Shi Jian's excitement.
Instead, he raised his sword, and in front of Hua Changdeng, under the gaze of the spectators from the five regions, he softly shouted:
"Hide the bitterness."
What a good name...Hua Chang Deng seems to have something to say.
The nameless power swept over and entangled him, wiping away his ghostly body bit by bit. He had no more energy left to make a sound again.
Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand and stopped torturing the miserable old man. He rolled his sleeves and said:
"Next time we meet, bring your ghost hunter with you, and come and experience the bitterness hidden in my hands!"
"As of today, that's it."
With a glance, I no longer give Hua Changdeng a chance to make noise.
Xu Xiaoshou violently grasped the Tibetan Ku Sword, detonating the trickling power of fame through the air.
"boom!"
There was an explosion in the void.
The name is like water, when it is slow and spring breeze and drizzle, when it is violent and violent, it suddenly collapses inwards, and then crushes the entire ghost of Huachang Deng.
The ghost and Buddha world is built on the basis of the ancient war altar.
The rules of this underground law are of the highest level, which can be said to be no less than the relics of gods, and even reach the residence of ancestor gods in the heavens.
After half a year of solidification, the space in the ghost and Buddha world has become stable.
This place was established to prepare for the upcoming battle between the Holy Emperor and the Ancestral God.
Naturally, the space that collapsed and the black hole that Xu Xiaoshou blasted through were not that big.
This is not the power of name, but lack of power.
It's just a more familiar use of blasting, and the remaining energy and soul of the colorful lights are not worthy of any big momentum.
"call……"
Xu Xiaoshou breathed a long sigh of relief.
This explosion vented the resentment he felt after hearing about Yu Lao's death, and also relieved Xiaoyu of his bad breath in advance.
Of course, it doesn't end there.
No matter what the outside observers were saying at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou never left after exploding the ghost of Huachang Deng.
He has his own goals.
He painstakingly searched for the will of the Huachang Deng for several days, and had the opportunity to dialogue and communicate. He found out that the power of the Huachang Deng was so powerful that it could cross the realm of ghosts and Buddhas.
How could you miss such a good opportunity?
The death of Remnant Soul is just to vent his anger.
When the surrounding space solidifies slightly, the power of the ghost is completely erased, and it seems that it has completely disappeared from this world...
"call out!"
It is invisible to outsiders' eyes and invisible to spiritual thoughts.
From the place where Hua Changdeng just died, a dim light swept out, reaching the direction of the ghost Buddha at the Guizhe ruins.
"Coming!"
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly lit up.
Last time, he destroyed Huachangdeng's will in advance, and something like this happened.
But at that time, he didn't think too much and didn't stop it. He just let it change and came to the conclusion that Hua Changdeng's will came from ghosts and Buddhas and eventually returned to ghosts and Buddhas.
"This means that no matter what the intended outcome is, whether you finish hunting ghosts or being hunted by others, there will always be a part of the power that belongs to the ghosts and Buddhas."
"And when Fengdu in the world of ghosts and Buddhas has been transformed, and the unknown power that has been included in the ghosts and Buddhas has been accumulated enough, Huachangdeng will definitely come in its true form."
"If at that time, we try to accept his moves, or their moves, they will be very passive..."
Along the way, I have been passive for so long, not entirely because I am a passive person.
That’s because I don’t have the strength and have to be passive!
Now that his strength has improved and he has figured out the purpose of Huachang Dengyang's plan, how can Xu Xiaoshou let the opportunity pass by?
"Soul light..."
Look far into the distance, towards the direction of ghosts and Buddhas.
What Xu Xiaoshou saw was no longer ghosts and Buddhas, but seemed to be in the void, where he saw the ladder to heaven that went straight up to the blue clouds.
And on the ladder to heaven, the legendary secret realm of the five holy emperors, which no one in the five realms or for eternity can see.
"You've already come, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Xu Xiaoshou smiled and waited.
He was not in a hurry, he just wanted to hold on to that ray of soul light and follow it across several realms.
When you see the soul light finally coming before the ghost Buddha, it will follow the other soul lights in the past and disappear into the cinnabar between the ghost Buddha's eyebrows.
Xu Xiaoshou's eyebrows changed, he looked solemnly, and suddenly raised his two fingers.
"What is this again?"
There were more than 17 million people watching the battle in Jinxing, but they didn't see the soul light. They only saw Master Shou staying in place for a while after killing the Ghost Sword Fairy.
He waited, waited...
Suddenly, he looked at the sky from a distance, performed the evil spirit technique, and whispered the name of the technique that sounded slightly familiar, but was terrifying to think about: