Chapter 277: Soul Destruction and Life’s Last Words
"This..." Zhao Wuji didn't know what to say, but he wouldn't let go of the cultivation he had obtained. After all, he also needed a rapid improvement in strength to save Xue Yueqing: "Then I won't refuse, this junior."
, Wuji will definitely do his best for the future of the Soul Clan."
"With your words, I feel more at ease in my heart. I didn't make any mistakes. You will definitely be able to do it." Hun Suisheng nodded happily: "Feng shui has changed. Three hundred years ago, the Xiao clan rose up. It's my turn this time."
The soul clan."
Soon.
Zhao Wuji followed his soul into the Seventy-Two Snow Cave.
From the outside, it looks like there are many cave entrances, but in fact there is a cave inside, a huge space, and an altar-like thing in the center, which is very mysterious!
A dark black rotten wood truss on the top of the altar actually grew leaves. If I had known, it would be winter all year round in the north, and it would exist in spring, summer and autumn.
"It's wonderful... Hahahaha!" When Hun Miesheng saw the dead wood growing new leaves, his old eyes suddenly shone brightly: "The dead wood is turning into spring, which means that my soul clan has a new beginning!"
As he spoke, Hun Miesheng suddenly looked to Zhao Wuji aside, unable to conceal his excitement.
"What? Haven't you had it before?" Zhao Wuji asked.
"Yes, it didn't exist a second ago. Today, when you come, it will bear new leaves, hahahaha! You are indeed the savior of my soul clan!" Hun Miesheng was extremely excited. This time, he has done something for the soul clan.
A big event! Enough to honor our ancestors!
"This is too exaggerated..." When Zhao Wuji saw the soul-destroying smile, it turned out to be a little ferocious, and his heart suddenly trembled.
"I'm sorry for frightening you. It's the old man who lost his composure." Hun Miesheng also realized that he was too excited and was damaging his makeup. He took a deep breath to calm down and said, "The old man will start teaching you the Dharma right now!"<
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Whoa!
I saw the dragon staff in Hun Mie Sheng's hand shoot in one direction, and then inserted into a small hole in the ice wall, like a formation prepared in advance.
In fact, this is exactly the case.
Buzz!
When the dragon staff entered the ice, a pattern instantly rose from the ground of the snow cave, shining brightly! An inexplicable power also emerged spontaneously.
"Go to the center of the array to meditate and practice in your normal way." Hun Mie Sheng said.
Zhao Wuji did not hesitate and went to the center of the array.
Swish, swish, swish!
Wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth suddenly surged toward Zhao Wuji's body.
"No matter what happens in a while, remember not to interrupt your practice, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted." Hun Mie Sheng said solemnly.
"Understood." Zhao Wuji nodded.
As time goes by, the mysterious light has become more and more dazzling, and the spiritual energy is many times richer. This formation is not a spirit gathering array, and this place is not a terrain. This huge spiritual energy naturally comes from Soul Destruction and Life.
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It seems that although Hun Miesheng was a villain before, he has no intention of taking action against him now. It seems that he really wants to pass on his cultivation to Zhao Wuji.
After all, the Soul Clan also needs geniuses to make things happen. Now that his son and granddaughter's cultivation is not as good as expected, the grandson-in-law in front of him is the only hope.
Time passes little by little.
Half a month has passed.
In the snow cave, Hun Miesheng still maintains the operation of the formation, and his hair gradually turns from black at the beginning to white hair.
The sword energy also has some wrinkles at this moment.
During this period, Zhao Wuji had some doubts and took a sneak peek. After confirming that he was not threatened by any seizure, he felt confident and boldly accepted the power of his cultivation.
Now half a month has passed and he has broken through to the Five-Star Dou Zun.
The Nine-Star Dou Zun is not far behind when he leaves his soul and destroys his life.
In another three to five days, all the cultivation base of Hun Mie Sheng can be transformed into his own.
Time slipped away quietly again.
Soon, Hun Miesheng's vitality was about to come to an end, and the light of the transformation array he maintained gradually faded. With a final swish, the array's light disappeared completely.
Plop!
Hun Miesheng was panting slightly, sweating profusely, and knelt down on one knee, almost falling to the ground.
唪!
Zhao Wuji’s cultivation level, the Eight Star Dou Zun!
At this moment, Shan Luo came to Hun Mie Sheng's side, helped him up, and said slightly ashamed: "You are old..."
"Child, there is no need to show mercy to the old man..." Hun Mie Sheng's old eyes were gray and gradually lost their luster. He recalled his past when he was young. It was full of sins, but there was no regret, because they were all for the rejuvenation of the Soul Clan.
: "Three hundred years ago, as the master of the Soul Palace, I killed too many people and knew that my sins were serious. Now this result can be regarded as a lenient sentence given by God."
"Everyone's position is different. It's only the Soul Clan Emperor who is bad, not you." Zhao Wuji said: "The Soul Clan Emperor sacrificed even his own clansmen in the end. This was his biggest mistake. Two-thirds of the Soul clan members
They all died in his blood pool."
"My child, your three views are right. The old patriarch is indeed a bit bad. I have to admit this. But although he is bad, as long as he succeeds, the survivors of the Soul Clan will benefit a lot. This is probably because he wants to let go.
The reason for a fight." Hun Mie Qi Danger said weakly.
Zhao Wuji did not expect that even if he was dying, he would still have to speak for Soul Emperor: "I won't judge you, but he is definitely not a good person. You gave me my cultivation. I, Zhao Wuji, have something to say. What do you think?
Will I become the second Soul Emperor?"
"No." Hun Miesheng shook his head: "The reputation of the Hun clan has been ruined for thousands of years because of our ancestors. I hope you can revive the Hun clan and restore the prestige of the ancient family."
"Okay." Zhao Wuji nodded solemnly, without any joking: "I will definitely fulfill your wish!"
"You will definitely become a great person, so there is still one thing that I can't let go of." Hun Mie Sheng's old eyes struggled not to close so quickly, staring at Zhao Wuji: "I saw the epitome of him in you... Ruo Ancestor
After breaking the seal and reappearing, he still wastes the lives of his family members as he did three hundred years ago. We must... ask him to ascend to heaven!"
After saying this, Hun Miesheng's eyes lost color, and his withered palms tightly pulled Zhao Wuji's sleeves. It can be seen that although he has just spoken for Hun Tiandi, he is still a little bit worried about the three hundred years of sacrificing his tribe!<
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Hun Mie Sheng has been making contributions to the Hun Clan all his life, but the Hun Tian Emperor sacrificed most of his clan members in the end. He had no idea what the outcome of the blood pool would be like, otherwise he wouldn't have made plans for the Hun Tian Emperor! Zhao Wuji looked at the lifeless white-haired old man, felt a little bit, and slowly closed his eyes. His life of soul-destroying life also ended with his eyes being closed.
"After working hard for the Soul Clan all my life, it's time to rest. Rest in peace." Zhao Wuji lit up his homemade cigarettes of the God-awakening Medicine King.
In the end, after Zhao Wuji finished smoking, he left the soul-destroying body in the Seventy-Two Snow Cave, and waved his fighting spirit into a sword light.
Boom!
A ray of sword energy flattened the entire iceberg, burying the soul here forever.