As Wu Jie once again grasped the hilt of the Jue Sword, the crazy ferocious intention appeared again, but this time it failed to shatter Wu Jie who had used the authority to manage the world of heavenly books to protect himself. He only scratched his palm and pulled out
Lots of blood coming.
All the blood was instantly absorbed by the Jue Sword. However, Wu Jie just smiled, but blood kept pouring out of his body, turning into a river of blood and rushing towards the Jue Sword.
The tooth-white sword shook slightly, as if it was chirping happily, and then it frantically absorbed the river of blood.
Its absorption speed is frighteningly fast. In the blink of an eye, it can absorb at least the blood volume equivalent to dozens of people, and it is getting faster and faster. It is like a timid little beast. At first, it was a little worried.
Later, he put aside all scruples and transformed into a gluttonous beast, frantically devouring endless energy and blood.
Time passed little by little, the river of blood kept flowing, flowing faster and faster, and the sword kept sucking in, faster and faster.
As it continued to absorb Wu Jie's blood, a mysterious and unspeakable artistic conception flowed into his heart along the hilt of the sword. This artistic conception was so pure, with no impurities at all, just pure ferocity and unwillingness, like a being who was captured.
People who have been restrained and oppressed for countless years are roaring at the sky, using their own flesh and blood as weapons to launch a desperate attack on the strong shackles that will never return.
Wu Jie experienced this artistic conception carefully and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
He knew that this was the legacy left by the fallen genius, the sixteenth disciple of Wushang Sect.
Although he didn't understand what method was used to convey this artistic conception through a sword made in later generations, the things reflected in this artistic conception made him both shocked and happy.
This artistic conception contains ferocity, unwillingness, wildness, determination... There are all kinds of complex emotions, but there is no fear or despair.
Completely different from Tianjizi, who had been scared out of his wits and had only dared to hide in the Tianji Tower for hundreds of millions of years, what the sixteenth disciple left behind was an extremely pure and resolute fighting spirit.
Not to die, but to win
This awe-inspiring fighting spirit flowed in Wu Jie's heart, inspiring him to keep working hard and motivating his mind to become more and more excited. He was about to break out of the World of Heavenly Book and find a group of powerful enemies to fight; however, he used the power of the World of Heavenly Book to lock him in.
Control yourself so that you will not really be dominated by the will to fight, but just experience it carefully.
The blood continued to flow, and the fighting spirit continued to surge. Gradually... he felt that his soul was constantly vibrating, and gradually separated from the bound body, turning into a magnificent bridge, one end of which was erected on the avenue.
The other end is set up in the void.
I don’t know how long it took, but with the loud noise in the sea of consciousness, his soul finally separated completely from his physical body, and the end connected to the "outside world" followed his breath and fell into the void, fixed.
Come down.
It only follows the breath and does not rely on the physical body. Even if the flesh and blood disappear and no bones remain, it can still be resurrected out of thin air. This is called "reshaping the void". This is the highest state of the Yang Shen True Immortal. If you go one step further, you can place your soul in the void.
Entering the Realm of the True King
Wu Jie's mind was shaken, and his spiritual thoughts spread to a very far distance in an instant, as if they were about to cover the entire world. However, before they could fully unfold, they were attracted by his physical body and regrouped, as if he had used all his strength to take a single step.
It was extremely uncomfortable to be grabbed by someone. It was also like being held down at the joints despite being extremely powerful, unable to release even a hair, and my face was red from holding it in.
But this situation only lasted for a short moment. After a moment, he suppressed all the turmoil and restlessness in his mind and took a deep breath.
As he breathed out, his eyes were filled with gleaming light, and he had stabilized his cultivation level, and he actually broke through the late stage of Yangshen in one breath, reaching the peak level.
"It's a pity that my accumulation is still a little shallow after all." He sighed and said to Jasmine, "If my accumulation was deeper, I could try to completely cut off the connection between the soul and the physical body at that moment, and completely connect the soul to the void.
, impacting the realm of cave virtuality.”
"It's never too late to go too far. The road must be walked step by step, and the food must be eaten one bite at a time." Jasmine said with a smile, "At least Master, you have found the direction. As long as you accumulate enough in the future, it will be a logical thing to take this step. Compared to me,
But it’s too strong.”
Wu Jie also laughed when he heard this - Jasmine had been stuck at the peak of Yangshen for hundreds of millions of years. For who knows how many years, she sat under that spiritual tree, unable to find the direction to move forward, running her skills over and over again in vain.
Accumulating cultivation bit by bit. Accumulating Taoism to a point that would make most of the Dongxu Lords ashamed, but still unable to touch the key threshold, with no way out.
In contrast, I have already found the direction to rely on the void, and I have even tried to take a small step just now. I only need to accumulate enough to take the final step - you know, I have never pushed the barrier of life and death,
It has only been less than six hundred years since we entered the Yangshen Realm.
It takes only six hundred years to cultivate to such a state, which is already an extraordinary speed. If you are still dissatisfied with this, how can you think of those senior true immortals who have practiced for tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of years but have never been able to break through?
Thinking of this, he was completely relieved and no longer considered such a pointless thing.
On the other side, when Wu Jie broke through to the peak of Yang Shen, and even half of his feet had entered the realm of Dongxu, the speed of blood essence pouring into Juejian in the world of Heavenly Book suddenly accelerated, even catching Juejian by surprise.
.
It was like a greedy eater who was eating and drinking with his mouth open, but the waiter in the hotel suddenly brought a big piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, causing him to choke immediately.
Wu Jie seized this opportunity and directed his spiritual thoughts towards Juejian.
A flash of lightning, just a moment.
An instant later, the sword shook violently, letting out a roar like thunder, shattering Wu Jie's palm and flying into the air. The blade of the sword was filled with fighting intent, as if it was going to poke a hole in the sky.
However, in the world of the Book of Heaven, there is no "sky". Even though Jue Jian's fighting spirit soared into the sky, nothing came of it after charging for a long time, so he had to calm down.
This is like a peerless swordsman who has mastered the magic skills and wants to find a strong person to try his sword. As a result, looking around, there is not even a rookie, let alone a strong person, and the surrounding area is white.
Jing...that feeling of suffocation and helplessness can really make your blood run cold to the core.
Juejian tried his best to fight, but what he saw was like this. It was as if he had been hit in the head. His original high-spirited momentum dropped, and even the vibrations of the sword gradually subsided.
Wu Jie laughed and stretched out his hand to hold it again.
"You want to fight? Okay, come out with me. There are plenty of enemies to fight with."
Juejian made a slight sound, as if complaining.
"Huh? Do you think I'm too weak? Do you think you lose face by participating in a battle of my level? Damn, you're really awesome." Wu Jie couldn't laugh or cry and advised, "The road must be walked step by step, and the food must be eaten one bite at a time——
Why do these words sound familiar... Anyway, look at me, it only took 1,400 years for the Yang God to reach its peak, and it is only a matter of time before I become immortal. If you follow me, there will be many enemies to fight."
The sword sounded softly again, and the sound of the sword was very helpless.
"Hey, after all, I was the one who refined you, can't you give me some face? You sucked so much of my blood, so it's only natural for you to give me some strength," Wu Jie sighed.
Even a sword has learned to eat and not admit it..."
The sword suddenly sounded, and the sound was quite rapid.
"Oh, you said you're not that kind of person? Then we've made an agreement. You just follow me and we go together. I remember back then I had a classmate who called himself Twelve Dragon Riders. His most common catchphrase was
'Father his mother, what do you think of this catchphrase?"
The sword shook and made an exciting sound.
"Haha, I know you must like this style, so let's do it. After a while, I will have to deal with a group of very troublesome enemies. Then it's time for you to show off your power and kill all directions, and fight his mother."
Jue Jian's sound seemed to be a promise, but there was also some doubt.
"Oh? Are you asking how strong those guys are? Well... the strongest ones should be the Immortal Lords..."
Before Wu Jie finished speaking, the sword vibrated and sounded crazily, and the wild fighting spirit soared into the sky, turning into a violent wind.
"Okay, okay, don't be so excited. Anyway, it's up to you when the time comes. Don't let your guard down."
There seemed to be laughter stirring inside Jue Jian, like a child who got his favorite toy and jumped around happily.
After a while, Juejian gradually calmed down, but a mysterious thought was transmitted to Wu Jie through the hilt of the sword.
Those are the Three Moves Sword Style, or in other words, three magical powers that are unique to the Absolute Sword.
One is called "Beheading Fan Cage", the second is called "Beheading Cause and Effect", and the third is called "Beheading the Supreme". The three swords are combined into one, and their name is "Great Freedom".
"Break the cage, cut off the cause and effect, kill the supreme... Otherwise, it is not enough to achieve great freedom." Wu Jie pondered for a moment and smiled slightly.
Among the three swords, the first one doesn't seem complicated. It can be used right now. Why not give it a try?
Thinking of this, he warned Jasmine, then held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and activated the "Behead Fan Cage" according to the instructions of the sword intention.
Unexpectedly, just as the sword was activated, blue light appeared on the sword. Countless rays of light spread out and turned into countless talismans, layer upon layer, like a blue sword of light.
sheath.
Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, flipped his wrist, and pulled out the Absolute Sword from the scabbard of light.
In an instant, the entire Heavenly Book world shook crazily, and endless shrill cries reverberated. The brutal murderous intention almost made him unable to control his mind, and he almost raised his sword to slash out.
Fortunately, as the owner of the Heavenly Book World, he has unparalleled authority here. Even the God of Creation can only do so. With the help of this authority, he finally controlled himself at the last moment and did not use this authority.
Cut it out with one sword.
But just that sword intention that could not be sent out has already torn the entire Heavenly Book world into pieces due to a huge earthquake thousands of miles away. Even the four pillars of the Fire, Thunder and Plague Dou that support the heaven and earth are devastated and seem to be broken at any time. In the sea of chaotic clouds
Several long cracks like sword marks appeared, extending to an unknown distance...
Wu Jie was still in shock. He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, only to see that it was no longer the tooth-white work of art before, but turned into a tragic scarlet blood light.
It turns out... this bloody light, which contains endless killing intent and fighting spirit, is the real "absolute sword"
