Zhuang Wudao laughed at himself in his heart, knowing that Yu Xuxuan actually did not trust him. This statement seemed more like asking him to explain his funeral arrangements.
But this is to be expected, Zhuang Wudao doesn't care much. If he didn't know himself and the enemy, who would be crazy to think that he, Zhuang Wudao, could take Zhenyi's life in this ancient battlefield?
Shaking his head slightly, Zhuang Wudao looked behind him: "I don't worry about anything else, but the two senior brothers behind me really worry me. If Zhenyi dies, Liaoyuan Temple and Mu Yuanxuan will definitely not give up. They
However, you may not be innocent, but you might want to take it out on my two senior brothers. How about asking Senior Brother Yu to take care of them for me and let them return to Zangxuan Jiangnan?"
"That's all?"
Yu Xuxuan frowned. He had something else in mind. What he really wanted Zhuang Wudao to explain was Li Chen's future. However, looking at the person opposite, his eyes were confident and calm, without any hint of worry about the future.
He knew that no matter what he said at this time, it would probably be useless.
His mood was extremely complicated at the moment. He should have been extremely annoyed because of the bad relationship between his son and his beloved daughter. However, he admired Zhuang Wudao's temperament. Moreover, Yun Qin did not suffer any loss in dual cultivation this time, but actually gained.
Huge benefit.
If one day in the future, I wonder if Yun Qin and she meet like Jiefa one day, will Zhuang Wudao be like this?
"Be it Jifa or Yunfa, no matter what your success or failure is this time, I can keep both of them safe."
Yu Xuxuan shook his head slightly, and his figure was already passing by Zhuang Wudao: "I wish you, Wudao, a successful battle this time. You need to be extremely careful in Jade Plains. If things are not harmonious, don't fight.
I will try my best to support you outside the Jade Plain."
——I hope this son can return safely this time.
"Thank you, senior brother. I can't thank you enough."
Zhuang Wudao doesn't need support. In this battle, he will die if he doesn't win. He doesn't leave any escape route for himself. However, his gratitude to Yu Xuxuan remains unchanged.
Faintly hearing Yu Xuxuan sighing behind him, Zhuang Wudao smiled and set off again. Walking on the waves, he reached the river bank in just an instant.
Then the ground in front of Zhuang Wudao seemed to be forcibly torn open on both sides by a pair of invisible giant hands. An invisible crack about ten feet wide, going straight to the ground, appeared in front of his eyes.
Without taking a closer look, Zhuang Wudao used the Magnetic Element Escape Technique, and his body floated down. The earth and rocks below also continued to split along with his figure, and spread to both sides.
In just a moment, Zhuang Wudao had already fallen to the ground eighty thousand feet. Once here, the surrounding space suddenly widened. His body seemed to be integrated into a layer of film, but it was paradoxical.
Zhuang Wudao immediately knew that he was now in this ancient battlefield.
Surprisingly, this deep underground space is not dark at all. What I can see here is that the setting sun is like blood, and the yellow sand is thousands of miles away. There are killing sounds from all directions, and the sounds of fighting can be faintly heard in my ears.
Voice.
Hallucination?
Zhuang Wudao just had this thought in his heart, and felt that his soul suddenly sank. The extremely heavy and majestic pressure that suddenly came from across the sky almost made his soul freeze.
At this moment, dozens of powerful or magnificent thoughts were projected towards him from afar. The observation sensors even intended to lock his soul form from a distance.
He raised his head and looked into the distance. Although Zhuang Wudao had not used the Chongming World Observation Eye, he had already moved his eyes. The illusion of the setting sun and yellow sand in front of him immediately disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings returned to darkness, but there was a
In the vast empty space, white bones can be seen everywhere, half buried in the ground. Some are already fossilized, and some are just turned into powder and dispersed by the breeze brought by Zhuang Wudao's clothes.
However, what Zhuang Wudao cares more about is the distance. Unfortunately, there are many obstacles here, and even the world-viewing pupil cannot be penetrated. Zhuang Wudao is too lazy to waste his efforts, but those people on the opposite side want to lock his whereabouts
Qi mechanism is also a fantasy.
This is a demonstration - three 'Ten Thousand Buddhas and Four Elephants' Golden Light Treasure Wheel Sacred Pagoda, three 'Taihao Feixuan Guangming Sacred Mountain', a 'Xuantian Divine Sword', and as many as thirty Yuan Shen monks.
The overwhelming pressure is coming.
Zhuang Wudao's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he stepped aside without hesitation and got rid of all these thoughts that came to him.
Just when he appeared for the second time, a 'Ten Thousand Souls Divine Bead' quietly slipped out of his sleeve. It slowly rose into the sky and settled three feet away from Zhuang Wudao.
It emits immeasurable cold light, suddenly illuminating this dark space.
At this moment, within a radius of hundreds of miles, countless souls, either wandering, sleeping, or fighting, appeared before his eyes. They were all wearing armor, holding large swords, holding crossbows, or riding tall horses.
Above. At this moment, without exception, all of them stared blankly at them.
For hundreds of thousands of years, these resentful souls have been trapped in this ancient battlefield, unable to escape or be reincarnated. After the souls were scattered, they reunited under the influence of the resentful evil spirit. I don’t know how many reincarnations and soul annihilations they have experienced.
Rebirth. In the continuous and endless battles and fighting, I have long been numb.
However, at this moment, the bodies of these Yinhuns who were attracted by the brilliance of the 'Myriad Soul Divine Pearl' and came to pay attention seemed to have regained some vitality again.
There is doubt, excitement, trepidation, desire, greed for human flesh and blood, and fear and reverence after realizing the true nature of Zhuang Wudao.
Zhuang Wudao also saw it in his eyes and didn't care at all. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly stepped out.
The battle in Jade Plain begins now——
"The devil is in the sky, and the laws and regulations are for thousands of souls."
It is the method in the "Shangxiao Soul Taming Tiansha Manual". With the light emitted by the 'Ten Thousand Souls Divine Pearl', it becomes more and more intense, lingering in this space, lingering with the fighting spirit and spirit that are hard to get rid of.
The desire to kill was raised to the extreme in an instant
Zhuang Wudao seemed to be the core of this ancient battlefield. Eight hundred miles around, there were hundreds of souls, and their eyes were all filled with blood.
"The soul has spirit and ascends to my throne."
At this moment, hundreds of thousands of souls here were all prostrate and knelt on the ground under the pressure of a huge soul power.
The nearby third- and fourth-level souls with strong strength and strong intelligence all looked shocked. They instinctively began to try to resist, but when a wave of thought originated from the depths of Zhuang Wudao's soul, it spread around.
These resentful spirits that have been angry for hundreds of thousands of years also have pain in their eyes, as if they have recalled something. Gradually, their souls are pious, and a breath that is completely different from before emerges from these resentful spirits.
.
The fierce killing intent on the battlefield, the determination to fight to the death, the despair before death, the obsession to return home, and all kinds of emotions arise from the hearts of these resentful spirits.
But these thoughts, not only did not shake the souls of these violent souls, but made the fighting and killing thoughts purer and more solid, and the spiritual thoughts hidden in Zhuang Wudao resonated and responded.
"Sword Master, do you want my help this time?"
Inside the sword aperture, Luo Qingyun asked tentatively: "If we leave this battle to Yun'er, it can be resolved within a quarter of an hour at most."
"If things are not harmonious, I will naturally have to borrow your help. But now -"
Zhuang Wudao shook his head disapprovingly: "But you don't have confidence in me?"
"How come?"
Luo Qingyun's figure appeared next to Zhuang Wudao, her eyes proud and regretful as she looked in the direction opposite that was shrouded in mist.
"In this emerald plain, even if you speak, speak, or come in person, you can't easily defeat the sword master. I only regret that such a legendary battle cannot be fought with my own hands."
In her eyes, Zhuang Wudao is brewing a legend at this moment. Even if one hundred thousand years later, Zhuang Wudao will one day prove to be the peerless Immortal King, he will still be proud of today's battle.
Kill three corpses and defeat yourself. Even though there are tens of thousands of enemies, I will defeat you. This is an achievement that can benefit you for a lifetime and a lifetime of wealth.
The meaning of martial arts may be condensed to the extreme through this battle. The confidence and momentum in the practice of swordsmanship will reach its peak.
"You can't do it with your own hands? So that's the case. I'm really curious. Did you feel the same way when you were the previous sword masters? The sword spirit is just a war spirit, but it still wants to surpass the sword master."
As he spoke, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help laughing loudly, and his body suddenly rose into the air again, flying thousands of feet.
And at this moment, the essence of the hundreds of thousands of resentful spirits here, the fighting spirit and killing intent that had accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years, were all extracted and condensed by Zhuang Wudao through the 'Ten Thousand Souls Divine Pearl'.
Integrate into the soul. Integrate with the most essential and core part of his innate fighting soul.
This soul is unyielding and indomitable in a hundred battles
Why raise blood and grieve, only to kill! Why to appease the resentment of the soul, only to die! Never stop dying, never stop dying, abandon life and death, forget self, only fight
——Death and life are impermanent, life is like nothing, withered bones and rotten bones, the soul remains in this world, only fighting
If this soul is immortal, the will to fight will last forever
"——Fighting all over the world, I am the only one who is supreme."
At this moment, behind Zhuang Wudao, there is also a sword shadow, which is gathering together. It looks like a light cloud, but also seems to be different. With Zhuang Wudao's current eight hundred and sixty-seven sword energies of great sorrow as the core, a battle that condenses hundreds of thousands of ghosts and violent spirits.
The intention to kill is gathered into a sword.
As soon as it manifested, it was already attached to Zhuang Wudao's pair of Taixiao Yin and Yang swords, and merged into one.
Zhuang Wudao's mind and soul are also constantly climbing up, rising, growing, growing, and expanding, until they reach their peak.
At this moment, Zhuang Wudao Yuanshen's blessing on the physical body increased tenfold.
The curse seal of the King of Equality under his feet also started to heat up spontaneously. Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but sneer, he wanted Zhenyi's soul?
——Then, pay the price
It's like the door is open, and countless heat streams rush out from within the curse seal.
The earth-shattering sword whistle also shook all directions at this moment. In just a moment, Zhuang Wudao's thoughts had traveled across 3,700 miles, locking him in the distance as he sat on the Dharma altar and recited Buddhist scriptures.
The majestic Zhenyi,
One person and one sword turned into lightning and thunder at that moment, traveling hundreds of miles in an instant. Like shadows and phantoms, they shuttled towards the north with waves of whistling sword sounds.
At this moment, Zhenyi's voice faltered slightly, and his expression gradually became serious, but he soon regained his composure and continued to sit in the large formation formed by eighty-one monks, transcending the lingering resentful spirits.
Did you really come? Then there is no need to go back.
Mu Yuanxuan, who was thousands of miles away, also raised his eyebrows, and he had indeed come in.
Going to his own death, is Zhuang Wudao too confident, or has he really gone crazy?