He is absorbing the ancient ideas of immortals and demons here, and is also mastering the imperial weapons in his body.
Ordinary imperial weapons are naturally easy to master! But at this moment, Su Xuan's mastery of the eight imperial weapons is the mastery of inheritance, will, and strength.
This is the reason why one piece of my father's blood spear can withstand the sixth level of combat! Su Xuan can master one piece, but two pieces are a bit difficult! This is a limitation of the physical body, and Su Xuan can't do it quickly! However.
When Su Xuan can suppress the physical body, he will be able to control more imperial weapons! If luck fails, then the only thing he can do is to use the immortal and demonic ancient will! As the immortal and demonic ancient will enters his body, Su Xuan clearly feels the limit of the two.
Reached three pieces! And as the ancient thoughts of immortals and demons continue to integrate with the body, this number will continue to increase.
"Buzz."
Su Xuan touched an imperial weapon.
His consciousness suddenly seemed to travel through thousands of years and tens of thousands of years.
This is a small lake.
A little boy looked down at the lake.
He saw a small mayfly, with curiosity and sadness in its eyes.
"My mother said that a mayfly lives and dies in a day and a life span lasts only one day.
But they work hard to live without complaining or feeling sad. Even if they live a dull day, they still have their own splendor."
The little boy held the mayfly in his hand, and anger suddenly appeared on his face.
"Why, why can you, a little mayfly, live a wonderful life, but I can't.
I will be riddled with diseases and I will die young!"
The little boy's face became ferocious and he wanted to crush the mayfly to death.
but.
"Roar!"
The mayfly suddenly grew larger, opened its mouth, and swallowed the little boy in one gulp under the shocked and horrified gaze of the little boy.
"Hiccup..." Mayfly burped.
"Sorry, I have lived for a long time."
The mayfly gradually became smaller and returned to the small lake.
It is a mayfly that does not live and die, but lives for a long time.
It works hard to live longer and more brilliantly.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
Changes in the sea.
One day, the lake dried up.
The mayfly climbed onto the shore on its own initiative.
He turned into a little boy, looking back with vicissitudes of eyes.
“Everything in the heaven and earth, and all living things have lives.
Even a small mayfly has the right to struggle to live. I don't want to die early, so I have to live harder..." The little boy drifted away from his homeland, trying his best to live and become stronger.
He is a mayfly, but he can live longer than humans and demons... Su Xuan's whole body trembled, as if he felt the power of the mayfly and the vicissitudes of time.
He was somewhat enlightened and somewhat moved.
This is the most brilliant struggle in life.
As a result, he mastered an imperial weapon.
then.
He touched another imperial weapon.
..."I am a drop of spring rain."
"Falling from the vast sky."
"Yunwu asked me why I was so cold."
"Sky pity me I'm about to disappear."
"The earth laughs at me. I am just a drop in the ocean, and I will blend into its embrace silently."
"But one day, I suddenly had life and met a girl."
small town.
A long river called the Wei River.
This river separates the two countries.
Every day there will be a girl standing by the river, looking from a distance, with expectation in her eyes.
She faced the sunshine and came with hope.
She followed the sunset and returned with disappointment.
She is a little girl, she is waiting for someone.
That was a young man, the son of an enemy general.
When the two countries were friendly, he promised her a lifetime of happiness, and she secretly committed her life to him.
but.
The two countries went to war, causing them to separate.
He said he would give up everything and take her far away.
She said she would wait for his return and wait forever.
Chunyu saw it and was very envious.
This should be the world it likes, beautiful love.
It waits with the girl, waiting for the young man to return and witness this love.
But...wait and wait.
One day passed.
A year has passed.
Ten years have passed.
The girl grew up and was no longer innocent, but she still believed stubbornly.
Day after day, people in the town said she was crazy.
Her parents advised her to give up.
Her relatives accused her of being delusional.
But the girl is still stubborn.
She just believed in the young man's old promise, fearing that one day the young man would come, but she gave up.
Life is short.
She met someone she liked, but she just didn't want to miss it.
Chunyu was moved, but also sad.
It's afraid that the girl won't be able to wait.
then.
It goes to find the boy.
But.
The young man is married and has two children.
Chunyu is angry.
It wants to kill the boy.
But...so what if I kill him?
The girl has no love anymore.
The beauty of the world in its heart was also shattered.
Chunyu finally went back.
But the girl is still waiting, with the best hope in the world in her eyes.
This day.
The spring rains continued and the Wei River surged.
It swallowed the girl and took her away from this small world.
It takes her to the prosperous world of spiritual practice, hoping that she can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. The love in the world is gone, but the beauty in the mountains and rivers is always there.
It is a drop of spring water.
It was born without a name and has never been integrated into the earth.
It has done something worth being proud of for the rest of its life.
That is, it saved a little girl and took her to see beautiful mountains and rivers.
They say spring rain is cold.
But it just didn't find its home.
Spring rain can also warm the world.
...the seventh tomb.
A drop of spring rain seemed to condense on Su Xuan's head.
It seemed to be looking at Su Xuan.
Ever since.
It seemed like a chuckle and dripped on Su Xuan's head.
Su Xuan shuddered.
He opened his eyes slightly.
"The mayfly cherishes its life, the spring rain is beautiful.
I have experienced the cruelty of the world, but I also feel the beauty of the world.
But I am still just me."
Su Xuan whispered hoarsely, but his will remained the same as before.
...Half a day has passed.
Outside the evil sect.
Bai Siyuan's expression became increasingly cold.
Time is up.
but.
The evil sect didn’t express a single word! Undoubtedly! The evil sect regarded his words as farts.
"court death!"
Bai Siyuan was furious.
"boom!"
The seventh-level spiritual master's cultivation exploded, pressing hard against the evil sect's gate.
"You evil sect, want to be removed from Donghuang?"
Bai Siyuan shouted loudly, his voice shaking in all directions.
Within the evil sect.
All the evil cultivators were angry.
They really want to rush out and fight to the death! They are evil cultivators, but they are not the kind of evil spirits who harm the world and cause harm to the common people.
They... are just evil cultivators! Practice, become strong, and survive! Under the leadership of Wei Wangquan, they just practice hard! "Why is this old guy so arrogant and arrogant!"
Some evil cultivators cursed.
Nan Huai and others looked cold and silent.
In this world, righteousness is good, and evil is evil! They did not argue, they just practiced in a low-key manner in their own land.
but.
At this moment, someone was shouting outside the door! "Get out!"
Nan Huai shouted fiercely.
"How dare he, an old guy, have the right to destroy my evil sect!"
"It doesn't matter if the deputy sect master hasn't come out yet, we are still not afraid of him!"
A cold, fearless voice sounded.
The evil soldiers were in an uproar, excited and fearless.
"right!"
"go out!"
"Kill him!"
They shouted excitedly.
"Boom boom boom!"
The door slowly opened.
Nan Huai and others took the lead.
"Hand over the evil master!"
Bai Siyuan spoke directly, his expression indifferent.
"What if you don't hand it over!"
Nan Huai shouted fiercely.
"Then go to hell!"
Bai Siyuan's whole body exploded with terrifying energy, and he pressed down hard with his big hand, forming a big handprint that covered the sky.
"war!"
Nan Huai yelled.
His evil sect is never afraid of a battle.
"Fight, fight, fight!"
The roar echoed.
Even if the spirit master is powerful and the seventh level is the strongest, they are not afraid.
but.
"boom!"
Within the evil sect.
A bloody spear suddenly shot out.
A spear... penetrated Bai Siyuan's seventh-level large handprint! Everyone was shocked and raised their heads suddenly.