Chapter 802: The Fourth World Fuze, why do you cry!
On Tianjun Peak.
Lu Tiansuo smiled coldly.
The one who was just thrown down was naturally Su Xuan!
They had tried many methods before, but could not break Su Xuan's bones.
After some discussion, we decided to throw him into this thunder pond!
"I'll see how you survive this time!" Lu Tiansuo sneered, with joy on his face.
He sat cross-legged on Tianjun Peak and waited quietly for Su Xuan's bones to be dissolved.
The terror of this thunder pool is naturally unparalleled.
Tempering spiritual weapons and spiritual weapons, this is a treasure place!
But when it comes to killing, this is also a dangerous place!
All the creatures that have entered the Thunder Pond throughout the ages have no bones left, without exception!
The Lei Pond is very large, and there are many monks from the Yin Yang Lei Sect who practice here and refine their spiritual weapons and weapons.
Naturally, word spread quickly about the two strong men from the two sects besieging the Demon Tomb.
This was a big deal and caused an uproar.
"I heard that a terrifying evil cultivator was thrown into the Lei Pond. This has not happened for a long time."
"I heard from a senior who was there that this is the evil lord, and Prime Minister Qi Long must listen to him!"
“Is it so scary??”
"Hmph, no matter how strong you are, you still fall into the hands of my Yin Yang Lei Sect!"
Everyone was talking a lot.
The Lei Pond became more lively because of this.
The huge thunder pool is surrounded by thunder of all colors all year round.
Many Lei Sect monks are on the Five Mountains, trapping spiritual weapons and spiritual weapons with thick chains and leaving them behind for tempering.
At the same time, they also wanted to see who the abandoned Su Xuan was.
At the beginning of each month, the thunder in the thunder pool will become extremely transparent, and everything in the thunder pool can be seen clearly.
Although they thought that Su Xuan would be gone by then. But driven by curiosity, many monks still came.
They had heard that the evil master had many treasures on his body.
Time passes.
Ji Futu came here.
There is a masked man beside him.
"Master, is the evil master really a disciple of Luo Tianqing?" Ji Futu asked in a low voice.
His master is naturally Zhao Yanque!
The person Su Xuan killed before was obviously not the real person!
"I heard it with my own ears before I died, how could it be false?" Zhao Yanque snorted, with a cold tone.
"Could it be Ning Que?" Ji Futu trembled.
In this life, he has only been afraid of two people of his generation.
One is Su Xuan and the other is Ning Que.
Both of them are Luo Tianqing's disciples!
"No matter who he is, he's not worth mentioning if he's dead!!" Zhao Yanque said coldly.
Here, he just wanted to confirm whether Su Xuan was dead or not!
And at this moment.
A woman also came to the thunder pond.
She is dressed in Tsing Yi and looks extraordinary.
Her eyebrows are delicate, but there is a hint of lingering sadness.
She is none other than Luo Qingyi.
Luo Qingyi's arrival immediately attracted the attention of many disciples.
In the Yin Yang Lei Sect, Luo Qingyi is also a goddess-level existence, and many disciples admire her.
Ji Futu saw her, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.
Originally, he could get this woman. But when he came to Yin Yang Lei Sect, he lost this opportunity!
Obviously, this is an extremely capable woman!
In this Yin Yang Lei Sect, Ji Futu is not as good as her!
At this moment, Luo Qingyi was staring at Lei Chi, his eyes extremely sad.
She knew that Su Xuan was the evil lord!
When all the four sects were confused, she was the only one who guessed Su Xuan's identity.
She has been paying attention to everything since Su Xuan fell to the ghost cliff.
Yin Luo Qingyi knew very well that Su Xuan would never die so easily. After all, the tragic battle between the three sects did not kill Su Xuan.
Later, the appearance of the evil lord reminded her of Su Xuan.
And what Su Xuan did to Luo Tianqing this time made Luo Qingyi conclude that the evil master was Su Xuan!
"You still haven't changed. You look cold and ruthless, but you are willing to sacrifice everything for the people around you..." Luo Qingyi murmured inaudibly.
"Junior brother, I regret not trusting you back then. I really..."
She looked at the Leichi with wonderment, not wanting Su Xuan to die here like this.
Time passes.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
It's the beginning of the month.
The thunder pool is starting to become clearer.
Everyone watched attentively.
This is the time to observe the tempering level of the spiritual weapon!
Too much is not enough!
Even the best tempering requires balance!
And today, it’s not just about observing this!
Lu Tiansuo slowly stood up, his eyes showing pleasure.
He felt that even if Su Xuan did not melt completely, he would still be missing an arm and a leg.
"Look, there's a figure in the middle!!" In vain, people exclaimed.
Everyone looked over immediately.
hiss!
The sound of breathing suddenly sounded.
I saw Su Xuan's skeletal body sitting cross-legged in the thunder pool. Not only was it not broken at all, but it was shining with a faint light.
"This..." Everyone was stunned, and there was an inexplicable chill in their hearts.
"What's going on?!" Zhao Yanque's face looked a little ugly.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!
There is obviously something strange about Su Xuan's appearance.
"Why can't it melt?!" Lu Tiansuo was also shocked.
He subconsciously pulled the chains binding Su Xuan.
but.
Not moving at all.
Everyone suddenly gasped.
Because Su Xuan's bones in the thunder pool actually started to move, his bone palm was like a knife, and he actually cut off the extremely hard iron chain in one move.
All around...dead silence.
This scene is really weird!
They looked at Su Xuan's bones in the thunder pool. Although they were lifeless, they could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
Lu Tiansuo above him also felt a chill all over his body.
He had the illusion that Su Xuan looked up and grinned at him...
Soon, a stick of incense passed by.
The thunder pool gradually became blurry again.
Zhao Yanque threw up his sleeves and left with an ugly expression.
"Master, what should we do..." Ji Futu followed hurriedly.
"If we unite with the Yin Yang Lei Sect, we will kill this boy!" Zhao Yanque snorted coldly.
On Tianjun Peak, Lu Tiansuo also looked very unhappy.
"This boy will definitely be smashed to pieces!!" He snorted loudly and left to discuss how to fish out Su Xuan or break him into pieces!
In the thunder pool.
Su Xuan remained motionless.
His right arm was still the same as before, and all of Su Xuan's treasures were gathered in it, and there were still some ancient marks, protecting the flesh and blood.
At this moment, the mysterious jade sword suddenly buzzed, flew out from it, and turned into a stream of light that ran around among Su Xuan's bones.
"With the thought of life and death, the evil gods gather their strength!"
A vast roar echoed faintly in Su Xuan's consciousness.
His death calamity has completely begun.
Originally, as long as Su Xuan was left alone, there was an 80% chance that he would not survive.
Because Su Xuan did not fake his death, but died for real!
Su Xuan...Only by relying on his own survival can he break this catastrophe!
But obviously, this is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
But what was lucky was that Lu Tiansuo threw him into this thunder pool.
The pressure from outside forces actually slowed down his death.
The thunder controls the yang, and by accident, it expels the yin and death energy in Su Xuan's body.
All kinds of accidents actually made Su Xuan's condition much better.
At this moment, Su Xuan's will was sinking, but he was not unconscious.
His consciousness stood on an ancient land.
A man with a sword on his back knelt in front of an isolated grave, wailing miserably.
Right in front of him, there are ten miles of red makeup and beautiful peach blossoms.
Directly behind him, corpses were strewn across the field, making it look like hell.
And in the middle is the man and the lonely grave.
Su Xuan looked over and his mind suddenly roared.
Because that man's appearance was exactly his.
Su Xuan had also seen the man dressed like this. It was the so-called figure from his previous life who appeared on Huangquan Road in the Ghost Gate.
One is the killer in his previous life, and the other is this man with the sword behind his back.
At this moment, the man with the sword in his back was bleeding from his eyes and fell in front of the lonely grave in despair.
Above that head, a huge face appeared.
"You are the strongest sword robe of the Shanhe Sword Sect and the future master of the Sword Sect. How can you give up everything and rebel against a demonic woman?!" The huge face shouted angrily in hatred.
"She gave her life and everything for me, can you? Can you...can you?!" the man with the sword behind his back roared.
"How dare you be so disrespectful! Come back with me and think about your mistakes in front of the wall!" The face changed, and the situation changed.
"From now on, I am no longer a disciple of the Sword Sect!!" The man with the sword behind him stumbled to the ground and pulled out the sword from behind. There was ruthlessness and endless sadness in his eyes.
With a frightened and angry roar on his face, the man thrust his sword into his chest.
"My birth was a mistake. My destiny has been shrouded in darkness from beginning to end. I can't reverse it in this life. I hope I won't make the same mistake again in the next life!!"
He looked at the lonely grave with sad eyes.
Then, he inexplicably looked at Su Xuan behind him, with hope and a coldness that chilled Su Xuan's consciousness.
"Fourth Life Blessing is just a joke after all."
He looked at Su Xuan, staring into the abyss.
"You are not the first life, and you may not be the last life. If you want to know everything, go to the Shanhe Sword Sect!"
The world began to break apart.
The man with the sword behind his back laughed maniacally, but he couldn't stop crying tears of blood.
"There is no way in the sky, so why should you weep! The yin and yang of the world, why should you weep!"