The crystal coffin exploded, and the body naturally turned into ashes, which filled Wang Xuan's mind with overwhelming hatred.
He was full of hatred, making him feel a little crazy.
After all, Li Qingyao is his first woman. Although the previous sufferings were caused by her, she is actually also a victim.
Liu Changqing, who was so cruel and ruthless, destroyed his thoughts. How could he not let his hatred flow?
The Heaven-Sacrifice Sword in his hand kept flying, and correspondingly, his understanding of the Everlasting Hatred Sword Technique was also rapidly improving.
It has already been a small success, but now it is making great strides towards a big success.
"Hated to the core!"
"The hatred is overwhelming!"
“The ocean of hatred is endless!”
"We will die together!"
The Everlasting Regret sword technique emphasizes intention rather than form. As the sword technique is performed, the surrounding airflow seems to be affected.
Under this situation, Wang Xuan's mind seemed to be controlled by something, spinning in a strange situation.
At this moment, four people appeared on the back mountain, it was Senior Brother Li Ruoyang and others.
The original intention was to talk to Wang Xuan, but the huge explosion sounded, causing the four of them to speed up and come to the back mountain.
"Junior Brother Wang, what's going on?"
"Look, this is the remains left behind after the crystal coffin exploded. If I guess correctly, Liu Changqing probably tampered with the crystal coffin."
"Elder brother, this guy is too despicable."
Under such circumstances, several people did not dare to approach.
If they enter Wang Xuan's attack range, once they are affected by this artistic conception, they may be greeted by Wang Xuan's violent attack.
"I think Junior Brother Wang's situation is not good. What should I do?"
"Don't worry, let's take a look at the situation first. His current state is very subtle, as if he is possessed, but he also seems to be comprehending something, like an epiphany."
As expected of his true disciple, Senior Brother, Li Ruoyang's views were very unique, and he immediately saw the difference.
Seeing that Wang Xuan's current state was not particularly dangerous, several people breathed a sigh of relief.
I don't know how long it took, but Wang Xuan slashed forward with his sword, and then he stopped and sheathed his sword.
"Unexpectedly, I actually broke through to the realm of perfection."
Looking up and looking at the four people paying attention, Wang Xuan smiled slightly.
"Junior Brother Wang, have you achieved a breakthrough in swordsmanship?"
"It was a coincidence. Unexpectedly, it triggered my understanding of the sword technique of Everlasting Hatred."
"This exchange competition is over. Let's not think about it anymore. The most important task now is to deal with the assessment of the envoy."
There is no need to doubt how many people can cultivate to the Spiritual Movement Realm and their talent. Now, it’s up to the envoy’s criteria for selecting people.
Three days passed by in a flash. Perhaps due to the influence of Liu Changqing, Wang Xuan did not practice, but kept himself in a calm state of mind.
I took some time to secretly take a look at Luo Qiuyi and Wang Nianqing, and found that they were practicing hard.
Obviously, Wang Xuan went to participate in the exchange competition, which deeply stimulated the two of them.
There were also some acquaintances, but he did not bother them.
I stayed in an inn in Wanjian City all day long. At night, I lay on the roof and felt the charm of the night.
As the sky grew brighter, Wang Xuan got up, washed himself briefly, had something to eat, and then rushed towards the sect.
When he arrived at the square at the foot of the mountain, he found that the four senior brothers were earlier than him and were already waiting.
"Elder brother, has the envoy arrived? Should we welcome him here?"
"Well, I haven't come yet, let's take a look here first."
Not long after, I saw a streak of light flying from a distance.
When the stream of light fell in front of them, they discovered that it was a giant sword with three people standing on it.
The leader was a middle-aged man in purple clothes, and beside him were two old men in linen clothes.
At the same time, the senior officials of the sect, headed by Li Wanjian, appeared in the square at some unknown time.
"See the envoy."
"No gift."
"Your Majesty is tired from traveling, so please come into the palace to talk."
Seeing the envoy and the sect leader entering the main hall, Wang Xuan and others felt like they were waking up from a dream.
"Let's go to the main hall too."
When the five people came to the main hall, Wang Xuan found several people chatting happily in the hall.
After a moment of sensing, the aura of the man in purple was powerful, and there was a faint shadow of the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm.
Most of the time, the man in purple was communicating with the sect leader, while the two old men in sackcloth behind him were silent throughout the whole process, saying nothing.
"Oh? It seems that these are the talented disciples selected by your sect."
"I don't deserve such praise from the envoy, but they are indeed the five most talented people in the sect."
"Well, the strength is a bit lacking, but it's not bad."
His eyes were like lightning, shooting towards several people. At this moment, they felt as if they were naked and exposed in front of everyone's eyes.
"Huh? That's interesting."
It turned out that when the man in purple looked at Wang Xuan, he unexpectedly activated the life soul lamp in the sea of consciousness.
Just a slight shock, as if the spiritual consciousness that the man in purple had searched for was extinguished on the spot.
This approach obviously aroused his interest.
He stretched out his left hand and lightly touched his eyes, and then, a more powerful spiritual consciousness surged towards Wang Xuan.
This kind of spiritual consciousness already has a hint of aggression, which in the eyes of Life Soul Lamp is a great provocation.
Then, a stronger counterattack appeared, following the spiritual consciousness that came over, and struck back fiercely.
With a "pop" sound, the man in purple vomited blood, and the chair beneath him shattered into pieces. He fell backwards and sat directly on the ground.
"Son."
The two old men in sackcloth were shocked, and then they pressed against the back of the man in purple.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It seems that this little brother has quite a secret."