Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Six Thousand Swords Killed
Luo Guan was silent for a long time, "...the curse-killing technique may not be able to kill the disciples."
"I know." The dean raised his hand and pointed, "But tonight, if I don't draw my sword, millions of living beings in this city will die."
"It's a good deal to trade my broken body for the survival of a whole city. So, you kid, don't feel guilty or blame yourself. I died for the common people, and I deserved my death."
Luo Guan didn't feel any anger or unwillingness from the dean, but only calmness and calmness.
This made him feel endless admiration and respect in his heart, and he couldn't help but ask himself, if he exchanged places with the dean, what would he be able to do?
There is no answer.
The dean laughed loudly, turned around and climbed to the sky, "It took less than thirty years to seal the sword, but in my heart, one hundred thousand or one million swords have already been released."
"Today, I will combine these one hundred thousand and one million into one sword. Luo Guan, please take a look, what will I do with this sword?" .??.
Luo Guan knew that this was the main reason why the dean brought him to Liangzhou today - to teach him the sword before death.
At this time, the night sky above the head was dark, as if the sea of ink was about to swallow everything. The dean, with his green robe and iron sword, stepped onto Liangzhou City. His white hair was fluttering in the wind, and his will of swordsmanship was released with the breath of the sword, instantly covering the city.
Ten directions.
As majestic as mountains and seas, heaven and earth cannot be leveled!
In the city, many people from the Immortal Sect suddenly raised their heads.
"Dean!"
After the exclamation, there was endless fear. After thirty years of suppressing the Immortal Sect with one sword, the dean was not invincible, but he was invincible. But now, this invincible swordsman comes from the Emperor Wu Hou Mountain——
Of course, he wants to kill someone!
Underground in the mansion, the faces of the strong men of the Immortal Sect were full of horror. Although they were outnumbered and powerful, they could feel the terrifying breath of swords coming from above their heads, and they were all frightened.
The female Taoist cultivator from Meishan who presided over the Jiuyou Extermination Formation screamed loudly, "Everyone, there is no way for you and me to escape today. Only by opening the Nine Nethers can we have a glimmer of hope."
"Come and help me quickly!"
Under the altar, everyone from the Immortal Sect flew up to the altar and poured all their cultivation into it without hesitation. Along with it, there was also the billowing essence and blood and vitality in their bodies. The pool suddenly boiled, and a whirlpool phantom appeared in the steam. emerge from it.
On the city of Liangzhou, in the pitch-black sky, the overlapping clouds suddenly surged crazily, spiraled, and turned into a huge whirlpool.
The breath of bloodthirsty, killing, and destruction is released from it, and you can vaguely see a dark red flow deep in the vortex, just like lava deep underground.
The Nine Netherworld Extermination Formation is fully activated at this moment!
The passage has been opened. Once the Nine Netherworld descends, it will swallow up the entire Liangzhou, turning this million-dollar city into a land of death and silence.
The dean raised his head and looked up at the whirlpool in the night sky with a calm expression, "I can defeat all kinds of magic with just one sword!" He held the sword in his hand, the iron sword resounded through the sky, and he slashed out with one sword.
Roar--
Roaring sounds erupted from the depths of the whirlpool, and a huge black arm poked out from it. It was hundreds of feet long, covered with black scales, and a slit opened in the palm, revealing a huge mouth full of fangs. It slapped violently.
fall.
There was a shocking loud noise, as if thousands of thunders erupted at the same time, and the huge black arm that poked out of the whirlpool was cut off directly by a sword. The sword did not stop, slashing heavily on the whirlpool, forcibly cutting this link between the present world and the Nine Netherworld.
The passage was forcibly cut through.
During the process of rupture, collapse, and disintegration, one can vaguely see the phantom of a gigantic figure, thundering in another plane. It has nine heads and nine tails. The rushing dark red that we saw before was actually just this figure.
The blood in the behemoth's eyes.
In the end, everything disappeared.
In the underground space, on top of the nine-story altar, the water exploded instantly. The black hair ignited on its own amid the screams and turned into ashes. The bloody runes on the surface of the altar were extinguished and shattered at the same time. A sword appeared on each rune.
mark.
The Meishan Taoist cultivator was trembling, but half of her face and one eye were filled with ecstasy, "We survived..." The dean only had one sword in his hand. This sword shattered the Nine Nether Passage, so naturally he could no longer kill them.
But there was dead silence in my ears, and there was no response.
The female cultivator turned around, but she only felt that the vision in front of her was spinning. There was a "bang" sound like a heavy object falling to the ground, and then Gululu rolled down the altar. She stabilized her sight while the world was spinning. Her eyes suddenly widened - and then she saw, one after another, one by one.
The headless corpse stood on the broken altar, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Going up further, the female cultivator saw herself. Now her black robe was torn, revealing half of her plump and attractive body, and the other half of her withered and skinny body.
The neck is also empty.
"With one sword strike, thousands of swords kill... It turns out that there really is such a profound realm of swordsmanship in this world."
It would be an honor to die by this sword.
The moment her consciousness fell into darkness, the Meishan Taoist cultivator sighed, finally no longer needing to see her terrifying appearance.
They are not the only ones who died, now all the members of the Immortal Sect in Liangzhou City have been beheaded!
At this moment, the sea of ink in the night sky receded, and stars and the moon emerged, illuminating Liangzhou City.
The dean stood in mid-air, coughing loudly, with wrinkles on his back and face, and an aura of decay permeating his body. He looked like the most common old people in the world who are dying soon.
But in Luo Guan's eyes, his back was like a mountain, towering over the sky and unsurpassable!
Xuangui's voice sounded, "This Caolu is indeed a swordsman wizard. He realized his own swordsmanship from the fragments of the Emperor's Sword. That's why he was able to slash out such a terrifying sword as a warrior... It's a pity.
Pity!"
Luo Guan suddenly had a strong thought in his heart, "Teacher, Dean, can he step into the path of Shinto?"
He didn't want the dean who had sacrificed everything for Diwu and Qingyang to end up like this. Luo Guan wanted to fight for the dean again, even if it was in a Shinto way, and continue to live!
"Forcibly borrowing the power of the Emperor's Sword, you have to pay a price. From that moment on, his soul is no longer complete and cannot be canonized as a god." Xuangui sighed, "Luo Guan, I know you are unhappy in your heart.
It feels good, but you have to learn to get used to this feeling."
"Practice on the great road is not a smooth road. There are always ups and downs and accidents that will surround you. This road is destined to be lonely... Even if you can protect the people around you, as your cultivation level improves, you will have an extremely long life. After thousands of years have passed, how many people are there in the past?
Still there?”
"That's why there is a saying that you can walk alone on the road and soar into the sky with your head held high... Don't be sentimental, don't look back, just look forward!"
Of course, besides this, there is another possibility.
If you climb to the top of the road, raise your hands to pick up the sun and the moon, and think about the sea turning into mulberry fields, you can go back the long river of time and make up for all your shortcomings.
But since ancient times, through billions of years, there have been countless practitioners like the stars in the sky, but no one can do it.
That's why there are so many sad regrets in this world.
Xuangui didn't say it because he didn't want to give Luo Guan hope and make him feel more desperate - after all, although the road to climb the road is at his feet, no one has ever truly set foot on the top of the mountain!
Luo Guan was silent for a long time, came to the dean's side, bowed and said, "On behalf of the millions of people in Liangzhou City, I would like to thank the dean!"
The dean waved his hand, "Sword cultivators in the world pursue the ultimate swordsmanship and go against the will of heaven. If they want to stand alone with a single sword, they can support the world."
"But in my opinion, supporting the heaven and the earth not only represents absolute power, but also a heavy responsibility... You need to know that between the heaven and the earth, the most common people are ordinary people who cannot practice. There must be someone to help them.
Hold up a world."
"When I say this, I am not asking you for anything. I am just reminding you that sword cultivators like us must have a clear understanding of ourselves at all times... We were once ordinary people."
At this moment, Luo Guan felt a strong resonance and bowed solemnly.
"Disciple, please remember this!"
The dean smiled, turned and left.
Luo Guan took another look at Liangzhou City, which was illuminated by the stars and moon. At this time, there were sporadic barks of dogs, adding an indispensable touch of vitality to it.
The so-called peace in the world, in fact, most of the time, is because there are people silently guarding it in the dark.