In the Sword Tomb Valley, which was densely covered with mottled long swords, eight sword cultivators lay limp on the ground.
Chenyang lay on the dark red stone ground, looking at the gray clouds covering the entire sky, and murmured: "Senior brother... he failed after all..."
Hearing these words, the expression of the sword nun next to her, who was wearing a blue robe and with an ashen face, changed slightly. There was a faint glimmer of light in her eyes, and her jade hands clenched her fists, as if she was holding back.
He was grieving in his heart and said in a hoarse voice:
"Senior Brother Chen, is it possible that our human race can only survive or die in this world, and let the monsters of the Star Soul Clan suck the soul?"
Chenyang lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky covered by gray clouds, without speaking.
Another man with a long sword leaning against his chin and a beard covered his chin took out a heavy breath and said calmly: "Junior Sister Yang, in the Star Soul Tribe's Kingdom, even the Demon King is in a dilemma between life and death, let alone
us."
"After the failure of Senior Soul King Buddha, all of my human race god-forming seniors committed suicide because they were afraid of being devoured by the old guys from the Star Soul Clan. If we Nascent Soul Stage monks want to be freed, we can only have a chance when we attack the god-forming...
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Lu Kun, who was in Chen Yang's body, sighed in his heart when he heard this.
"The Great Spirit King Buddha has fallen..."
"The illusion observed by Zhiyuan should be the scene of Buddhist disciples in the spiritual world burning their souls. The Great Spirit King Buddha did not attack the realm of refining, but relied on the power of many Buddhist monks to temporarily enter the realm of refining to fight the enemy...
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"The senior human race in this secret realm, all of them who became gods or above, died after self-destructing their souls. They were not only refining the Star Soul Clan, but probably to keep the secret of this secret realm. Otherwise, there would be a higher being from the Star Soul Clan, or a person from the Star Soul Clan.
Even if Lianxu is stationed here intact, I, Lu Kun, will be dead long ago..."
In addition to feeling sad and angry, Lu Kun's heart was full of respect for these seniors of the human race. Although the spiritual world is extremely rich in vitality, the human race is surrounded by powerful races, and the difficulties it faces are many times more than those in the lower world. If you are not careful,
The ethnic group is...
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"The damn Star Soul Clan actually attacked their allies. Aren't they afraid of the backlash from the contract?" A short sword cultivator, leaning against a gray stone, could not help but curse.
The bearded man's eyes darkened, but his tone was calm: "The Star Soul Clan is proficient in the art of divine souls. Their terrifying fusion existence may have broken the human race's contract power long ago."
"I heard from the seniors in the sect that we signed a contract with the Star Soul Clan with the help of a treasure left by Senior Ma. However, Senior Ma has not been heard from for more than seven hundred years, so maybe..."
Chenyang, who was staring at the sky in a daze, heard this, his expression changed, and he couldn't help scolding: "Shut up, Senior Ma is the ancestor who created the human race's martial arts, how can we allow us to talk about it!"
The bearded man seemed to know that his words were inappropriate, and he lowered his head with a look of guilt and self-blame.
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"Create a skill?"
"Could it be that what they are talking about is the senior who created the human race's cultivation method?"
When Lu Kun heard this, he became energetic. It could be said that he was able to embark on the path of physical training by chance. Without the reference of his ancestors' techniques and the bloodline of the monkey, it would have been impossible to succeed.
He knew very well how difficult it was to deduce a new path of cultivation.
"Brother Hong once said that the end of the human race's cultivation method is the peak of virtual training. It should be deduced by this senior Ma. In the weak environment of the human race, the difficulty of derivation may be many times more difficult than that of physical training..."
"It sounds like this senior has only been missing for more than 700 years, but the expressions of these people are as if this senior has already fallen. The time for the spirit to be in seclusion is counted in hundreds of years. It is normal to be in retreat for such a long time.
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"Wait a minute, the time flow rate of the two interfaces..."
Lu Kun suddenly remembered that he was in the spirit world now. According to the information he collected, the lower world has a long history of one to two hundred thousand years. If the human race in the two interfaces are connected, it means that the human race has been in the spiritual world for less than ten thousand years.
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Seven hundred years is already a long time for the human race in the spiritual world...
"By the way, seven hundred years ago in the spiritual world is seventy thousand years ago in the lower world. Isn't that the time when the Yiyuan Sect ascended?"
Lu Kun suddenly discovered a timing coincidence, but just as his thoughts flashed, Chen Yang's body began to tremble.
The sword cultivator seemed to be a little excited, his body was shaking, and he wanted to sit up, but his body was extremely weak, so he trembled and fell down again.
Lu Kun sighed softly in his heart. The physical body of the Yuanying monk was very weak. The opponent had just used some secret technique similar to consuming blood essence, overdrawing the physical body and suppressing emotions. At this time, the body was extremely weak.
"Buzz..."
Mana surged in Chen Yang's body, and two daggers appeared beside him, flying behind him and sitting his weak body on the ground.
He stared at the others and said in a deep voice: "Senior Ma has reached the late stage of void refining more than 700 years ago, and he may be hitting the bottleneck of integration! You are not allowed to talk about my human ancestors in the future!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Chen..."
Hearing this, the other sword cultivators managed to cheer up a bit, but from their slightly gloomy eyes, it could be seen that they did not quite agree with this statement. However, they took a deep breath and forced themselves to accept this point of view, hoping to use it to cheer up.
Spirit.
Seeing this, Chen Yang sighed silently in his heart.
If that Senior Ma were here, how could the surviving seniors in the clan be so determined to self-destruct their souls, and how could all the Buddhist seniors burn their souls and fight to the death?
But only the existence of this hope can keep their emotions away from despair. If the soul's emotions fall into true despair, it is equivalent to sending delicious soul food to that old star soul monster.
He exhaled a breath, stood up with the help of the magic sword, and said in a deep voice: "Although senior brother failed, we also found an opportunity. The inner demons are only magnified in the cage, and there is no chance to survive.
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"The Star Soul Clan's soul-binding technique of refining the void, only by burning the will of the gods can one break free from any shackles."
"I, Chen Yang, can enter the late stage of Nascent Soul at any time. With the qualification of the psychic sword body, I can use the sword tomb to attack the gods in more than a hundred years at most!"
"I will definitely succeed by then and help everyone get rid of it so that the old guy can't succeed!"
Chen Yang murmured in his mouth, clenching his fists tightly, and his expression became resolute, but then he relaxed again, allowing his mood to stabilize.
"Let's go, the people in this world still need our protection, and their emotions cannot be deviated..."
While talking, this group of people raised their magic power, supported their somewhat weak bodies, and flew out of the sword tomb...
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"Strike to become a god, free..."
"These sword cultivators have worked so hard to attack the gods because..."
After Lu Kun listened to these last words and thought about the scene he had observed before, he suddenly understood something and felt extremely heavy.
"The old swordsman who attacked the God Transformation before was not trying to escape from here at all..."
"Is it because during the divine transformation stage, there is a chance to get rid of the soul-binding technique of star soul refining to the void? Using the detachment of the divine soul to self-destruct the divine soul?"
"Does the Soul Binding Technique have some special magical power that prevents these monks from committing suicide or killing each other?"
"They can only be helpless and allow their souls to ferment in despair to provide nourishment to the Star Soul Clan..."
Lu Kun thought about it all and felt a chill in his heart.
The gap between transforming into a god and refining the void is beyond imagination, and there is no resistance at all in the Nascent Soul stage.
This hope of committing suicide was probably intentional by the old guy who was refining the void, in order to obtain the emotional soul at the level of a god...
"These sword cultivators would rather die than surrender. They are not willing to give up in this situation."
"I, Lu Kun, must find a way to help them..."
Lu Kun was silent for a moment, and the bloodline clone in Chenyang's spine began to slowly approach his head.
He has discovered the abnormality in the opponent's physical body. The soul is not in the Nascent Soul, but in the sea of consciousness in the head.
Previously, Lu Kun thought this was a peculiarity of the spiritual sword cultivation technique, but now that he thinks about it, this kind of alienation of the soul may have something to do with the soul-binding technique...