In Tianmen, Xue Wuli went to the Pill Hall to receive his share of training pills.
The Formation Riot has just been banned. All warriors who participated in the Formation Riot have been severely depleted, so they also need to distribute some elixirs to restore their vitality.
At this moment, Xue Wuli's shoulder was suddenly tapped. He immediately shivered and jumped to the side.
Lin Canglong, who is also the Tianmen Divine General, frowned and said: "Xue Wuli, what's wrong with you? Why do I feel that you are a little distracted?"
Xue Wuli smiled bitterly and said: "I just experienced such a serious formation riot, even the sect leader was injured, I'm just a little worried.
Lin Canglong waved his hand casually and said: "Don't worry too much. This kind of thing is normal. From time to time, there will be violent riots in the sealing formation. This time it was just a little too violent.
It’s just that you seem to have been like this since you came back from the outside last time, why did you lose your soul outside?”
Xue Wuli forced a smile and said: "General Lin is joking, I've always been like this.
I'm going back first. Because of the formation riot, I consumed a lot of strength, and now I need to make up for it."
With that said, Xue Wuli left in a hurry, leaving Lin Canglong with a puzzled look on his face, muttering: "Isn't this kid confused by the colorful world outside? There are so many newbies, so strange outside.
What's so good about it? How can it be as comfortable as practicing in my heavenly gate?"
Lin Canglong was only slightly curious about Xue Wuli, but he didn't pursue it too closely.
Although Lin Canglong said before that this formation riot was normal, he actually knew that this time it was not normal.
No matter how intense the formation riot was, Jun Wushen would be fine. However, this time, Jun Wushen was seriously injured. This was a unique thing. This also made Lin Canglong, who regarded Jun Wushen as a god, a little unhappy.
adapt.
Returning to his main hall, Xue Wuli immediately closed the door and let out a long sigh.
He thought that his state of mind was very powerful, but in fact, he had been practicing in Tianmen since he was a child. The so-called state of mind was just the willpower that was tempered during fighting.
It is indeed powerful enough in normal times, but in times like this, it is obviously not enough.
Ever since he came back from Chu Xiu last time, he always had a feeling that he would be exposed at any time, and then tortured by Tianmen, unable to survive or die.
Even since that time, he has spent much less time sleeping, and most of the time he relies on meditation to regain his energy.
Because once he falls asleep, he will dream about the scene where he is exposed.
Lin Canglong was right. He was indeed out of his mind. If he continued to be tortured like this, he might go crazy!
Even now Xue Wuli has a very radical idea.
He wants Tianmen to perish quickly.
If Tianmen is really destroyed one day, he may not need to continue living in such fear.
At this moment, Xue Wuli's head suddenly hurt, and a voice appeared in his mind. This made Xue Wuli extremely frightened, but then he realized that it was Chu Xiu's voice!
He then remembered that although Chu Xiu had destroyed the restriction placed on Tianmenxia in his mind last time, Chu Xiu had left another thing in his mind, and that thing should be causing trouble now.
Before Xue Wuli could speak, Chu Xiu's voice sounded in his ears again.
"Time is running out, don't say a word of nonsense, I only want to ask you one question, Jun Wushen, how is the situation now?"
Although there is a part of the inner demon's power in Xue Wuli's mind, the amount of mental energy required to directly transmit the voice to Xue Wuli's mind is too astonishing, so Chu Xiu can only save some time.
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Xue Wuli was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said: "Sect Master... Jun Wushen was injured by the backlash of the formation riot, and the injury was very serious. The wave even shook the entire Kunlun Mountains.
The sect leader is currently in seclusion to recuperate, and it is unknown when he will be released from seclusion."
After hearing what Xue Wuli said, Chu Xiu cut off the contact. On the other side of Xue Wuli, there was a hint of thinking in his eyes.
Although there is a general pattern in formation riots, that pattern is only general, and even the exact year cannot be determined. There may be a difference of ten or twenty years between them.
So how did Chu Xiu know that something happened to Jun Wushen?
Even if he could feel the vibration in East Kunlun, how could he be sure that the one who had the accident must be Jun Wushen?
This kind of thing made Xue Wuli make a bold guess, but after he guessed halfway, he didn't dare to think about it any more.
At this time, after learning about Jun Wushen's condition in Daluotian, Chu Xiu was already ready to attack Tianmen!
While Jun Wushen was injured, this was almost Chu Xiu's best chance. If he couldn't destroy Tianmen this time, I'm afraid the next time he would have to wait until he stepped into the seventh level of the Martial Immortal.
But at this time, Chu Xiu needs to make more plans. After all, according to what Xue Wuli said, it is not only the Tianmen God General who will be threatened in the entire Tianmen, but also thousands of warriors hidden in the secret realm, who are raised by Tianmen.
Cultivating and killing like a poison.
At this time, he is in the lower realm, inside Fengyun Sword Tomb.
The gloomy black mist shrouded the entire sword mound, and broken long swords were stuck in the sword mound. Although it was a scene full of sword energy, it seemed gloomy and dilapidated at this time.
Zhong Limu was sitting next to the sword tomb, with a look of defeat on his face. It was obvious that he was already close to death.
He is a person from the previous era and a disciple of the Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu. Although he did not officially participate in the war between good and evil five hundred years ago, he saw with his own eyes the fall of that generation.
He had survived for so many years relying on secret techniques, but the sword heart he had cultivated for hundreds of years was shattered by Chen Qingdi's punch.
Everything is false, everything is just a joke!
So what if you live for hundreds of years? This world is not about whoever lives longer is stronger.
At this time, a young warrior in white clothes and bare feet walked behind Zhong Limu and said softly: "Ancestor, are you looking for me?"
This young man is the Yan Zhi of Fengyun Sword Tomb. His appearance has not changed at all from more than ten years ago, but his temperament is more calm. Moreover, he has also reached the realm of heaven and earth and has begun to officially take over the Fengyun Sword Tomb.
Become its leader.
Fengyun Sword Tomb is more of a loose alliance than a sect, so there is no sect leader or anything like that. It is just that each generation must elect a leader to be responsible for dealing with the outside world.
Since the battle between good and evil in Fuyu Mountain, Yan Zhi has often appeared in the arena, and his abilities and strengths are very suitable. It is logical that he started to take charge of Fengyun Sword Tomb two years ago.
Zhong Limu said calmly: "I'm going to die."
Yan Zhi's complexion changed slightly and he quickly said: "Ancestor!..."
Zhong Limu waved his hand and interrupted Yan Zhi's words.
"Before, I was able to survive after my life span was exhausted because I refined the sword spirit of the Eternal Life Sword into my body to replace the vitality of my Dantian.
But Chen Qingdi's punch has completely shattered it, so I don't have much time to survive. In the last period of time, I want to give you something."
As Zhong Limu spoke, he made a seal with his hand. In the entire sword tomb, countless long swords were trembling and making long-lasting sword sounds.
The black mist swirled and moved, and finally turned into something that looked like a black dragon, and let out a sword roar that resounded throughout the sword tomb.
"What's this?"
Yan Zhi had a look of horror on his face. He could feel that the power radiating from the black dragon was simply astonishing.
Zhongli Mu said: "This is the sword soul, the sword soul born in the entire sword tomb!"
Having said this, Zhong Limu's tone slowed down, he looked forward and said slowly: "In the entire Fengyun Sword Tomb, I am the only one who knows about its existence. In fact, I have selfish motives.
Countless swords are buried in the sword tomb, and countless sword spirits dissipate. When accumulated to a certain level, sword souls will be formed.
However, this time may take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, so there are very few records about sword souls in Fengyun Sword Tomb. Even if they appear, the ancestors of Fengyun Sword Tomb will not use them.
Only my master, the Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu, created eight thousand unique sword skills in his lifetime. In terms of research on the art of swordsmanship, even Sword Master Gu Qingcheng cannot compare to my master.
He discovered the way to refine the sword soul and the way to use the sword soul."
Having said this, Zhong Limu suddenly looked back at Yan Zhi and said calmly: "But these were destroyed by me. With the death of the master, no one in the Fengyun Sword Tomb except me knows about this matter."
Yan Zhi was startled and wanted to say something, but in the end he held it back.
Zhong Limu laughed at himself and said: "You have already guessed it, right? The reason is very simple, because I have selfish motives. I want to monopolize the sword soul and reach the legendary realm, a realm that even my master has never reached.
So even though I knew that my life span was about to end, I did not choose to take my sword and sit in the sword tomb to die. Instead, I chose to refine the Immortal Sword that had been with me for hundreds of years. Relying on the power of the sword spirit, I could survive until the end of my life.
today.
But fate played a trick on me. I waited for so many years, but the sword soul failed to condense and take shape. It was only after my Dantian was shattered by Chen Qingdi that the sword soul finally took shape.
Maybe this is God's will.
Surviving by sacrificing the sword, I no longer have the swordsman's indomitable spirit in my heart, but only the greed for vitality and power.
How can I be worthy of the sword soul condensed by countless sword masters and countless famous swords in the world in this sword tomb?"
Just when Yan Zhi was about to say something, Zhong Limu shook his head and said: "I don't have much time, now you just need to listen.
I will help you refine the sword soul later, so that you may reach the legendary realm. The future of Fengyun Sword Tomb will be in your hands.
I don't know what's right or wrong, but I have no choice.
I only have one request, that I be buried next to Master."