Chapter 203: A Foreseen Corner of the Future

In the depths of the sword abyss of Wendao Academy, the sword qi condensed into a pool of water, flashing with mysterious brilliance, containing endless sword runes, and the sword dao qi was rich.

In the center of the sword pool, a perfect cyan sword lotus swayed like a flawless work of art, and the petals were imprinted with gorgeous avenue lines, connecting the heavens and the earth, attracting the power of the sword rules in the underworld to fall, greedily absorbing the power of the pure sword dao avenue in the sword pool, and the ethereal qi was even sharper.

Next to the sword pool, Xue Qinghan closed his eyes, and his divine soul perception was extended towards the entire sword abyss, carefully comprehending the endless sword dao qi left in the sword abyss, and deducing his own sword path.

The Great Freedom Freedom Sutra operates independently, surrounded by brilliant sword runes, like thousands of divine swords, resonating with the sound of the sword faintly coming out of Xue Qinghan's body, attracting sword qi to continue to converge towards Xue Qinghan, making Xue Qinghan's breath climb at a very fast speed, and the whole person is like a divine sword that has been constantly polished, and it is even more sharp.

The quaint Daoyan chessboard was suspended above Xue Qinghan's head, exuding a halo that was not dazzling, and the chess pieces were derived, and at this time, the chess pieces were also like long swords, with a fierce aura.

Suddenly, a vague and almost imperceptible wave passed from the nothingness, conjunct with the Tao, and I don't know where it came from, or it came from this vast world.

When this wave seemed to be an invisible ripple passing by, the originally silent Dao Yan chessboard suddenly trembled, like a spirit, and let out a sound of joy.

The Dao derivation trembled, and faintly wisps of mysterious Dao patterns condensed and emerged, surrounding the Dao Yan chessboard with an inscrutable aura, and then enveloping the snow and cold sitting in it.

"Huh, what's going on?"

At the moment when the Daoyan chessboard changed, Xue Qinghan woke up from his meditation, looked at the Daoyan chessboard above his head in amazement, frowned slightly, and the sword intent on his body condensed.

Xue Qinghan had already guessed that the Daoyan chessboard itself contained an instrumental spirit, after all, it was too extraordinary, and the power of the Dao Derivation Dao could be described as against the sky, but Xue Qinghan had never really felt it, and naturally he had never really controlled the Daoyan chessboard.

For so many years, Xue Qinghan has been able to have a certain affinity and be able to use some of the power of the Daoyan chessboard through continuous comprehension of the Daoyan chessboard. This alone has benefited him a lot, and his own understanding can be called a perversion.

And at that moment just now, Xue Qinghan clearly felt that the faint connection between himself and Dao Yan's chessboard that he had finally established was easily and unilaterally severed, and his divine soul power was directly squeezed out.

It's like you're waiting to be met in front of someone who's really big, and at that moment, the doorman suddenly comes out and blasts you away so you don't get out of the way, and then rolls out the red carpet to welcome someone else.

Moreover, Xue Qinghan really felt the fleeting joy coming from the Daoyan chessboard at that moment.

This made Dexue Qinghan surprised and secretly vigilant in his heart, of course, it was inevitable that he was a little annoyed, but he was helpless.

A mysterious Dao rhyme shrouded down, the world in front of Xue Qinghan's eyes changed instantly, in a trance, a long river of years washed down, the power of time boiled, the fragments of time flew, instantly submerged Xue Qinghan, Ren Xue Qinghan's body sword qi was horizontal, and the sword intent was monstrous, but it was like an iron sword cutting water, without a trace of substantive effect.

Xue Qinghan was drowned in the flying fragments of time, and fell into the long river of time.

Immediately, the scene in front of Xue Qinghan's eyes changed, and blurry pictures flashed, Xue Qinghan wanted to see clearly, but found that all the pictures seemed to be shrouded in a layer of thick fog, and they couldn't see it really.

At a certain moment, the picture of the rapid passage suddenly stopped, and Xue Qinghan's vision finally became clear at this time, but he did not have the leisure to breathe a sigh of relief, but instead tensed his nerves even more.

"This..."

What appeared in front of Xue Qinghan's eyes was a place of déjà vu, crisscrossed by a chain of mountains and mountains, blocking the heavens and the earth, suppressing the sky, flashing with the divine light of the side eyes, full of supreme majesty, terrifying.

Although Xue Qinghan only saw that scene for a moment, he would never forget it, it was the scene he had seen when his consciousness was taken to an unknown place by the power of the Dao Yan chessboard.

Xue Qinghan still remembered that someone seemed to notice it at that time, and drank it back with a word. No, if it weren't for the protection of Dao Yan's chessboard power, Xue Qinghan's divine soul power would have been wiped out under that word, right?

At that time, he vaguely heard the words of the end of the sky, which seemed to be the end of the sky. And at this moment, Xue Qinghan's consciousness saw this place again.

However, unlike the last time when there was no one, at this time, under the criss-crossing Heaven Locking Avenue Divine Array, a terrifying figure stood in the void, the divine light was bright, the Great Dao resonated, and the ten thousand Daos were coerced, just like a god, that kind of power, completely beyond Xue Qinghan's understanding.

Around these figures, obscure runes circulated, and the powerful power that naturally emanated distorted the void, and there was a faint chaotic aura that covered up the true body.

Behind it, there are overwhelming strong men standing, really like heavenly soldiers and generals, any one of them is a powerful person that Xue Qinghan has never seen.

However, to Dexue Qinghan's secret relief, these people didn't seem to exist for him, and he himself found that what he saw was still just a picture, not a real existence.

It's just that Xue Qinghan didn't dare to take it lightly, this seemed to be caused by the Daoyan chessboard, and it would definitely not be a simple illusion, Xue Qinghan knew this very well.

Gazing into the picture, he saw that these incomparably powerful beings were all staring at the sky, locking the center of the Heavenly God Array. There, a magnificent atmosphere of the ancient stone hall rises and falls, although it is not luxurious, but it has an inviolable majesty and nobility, which makes people look forward to it and awe, and makes people have a feeling that there is the co-owner of the clan standing there.

"The ...... of the Human King's Palace"

Xue Qinghan had never seen the Human King's Mansion, or even any detailed records of the Human King's Palace, but when he saw that stone hall, Xue Qinghan couldn't help but have a thought in his heart, that is, the palace of the king of the human race. He didn't know where this thought came from, but he was inexplicably convinced of it.

The next moment, the door of the stone hall slowly opened, the aura of the avenue swept the heaven and earth, the harmony of ten thousand ways, the vision was shocking, the chaotic qi was scattered, and a white-clothed figure stepped out from it, although it was still shrouded in the chaotic qi and looked a little blurry, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a woman.

"Why? The palace of the king of men... What's going on? What is the Human King Hall doing?"

Xue Qinghan looked at the figure that walked out of the stone hall, first stunned, and then a wave of anger rose uncontrollably in his heart.

Although the figure in the picture is still not clear, there are some changes with the girl who has been quietly accompanying her for more than ten years in Xue Qinghan's memory, but she will never let the wrong person, that figure is Luo Shuang, Luo Shuang who was sent away by herself, and now, Luo Shuang should indeed be in the palace of the king of people.

"Is that what happened?"

Xue Qinghan gritted his teeth, and Luo Shuang in the picture stood alone in the palace of the human king, facing those boundless and terrifying figures alone, what was going on?

Looking at the picture, the figures shrouded in bright divine light seemed to say something to Luo Shuang, but Luo Shuang shook his head slightly but firmly, and refused without hesitation.

Then the earth-destroying battle broke out, Luo Shuang alone, in the face of countless terrifying existences, one by one shattered time and space, and the trembling attacks of the avenue overwhelmingly flooded the lone human king palace.

"Wow~"

The picture suddenly collapsed and dissipated, and the river of time reappeared, but it quickly faded away in the next moment, everything was like a dream, blurred, blurred to the point that no trace was left.

But Xue Qinghan's face was extremely ugly, so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping water, there seemed to be a river of stars in the pupils of a pair of eyes, the cold murderous aura was permeated, the sword intent around the body was spurted, and the endless long sword condensed in the void and roared.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he didn't roar, but there was no doubt that the killing intent in Xue Qinghan's heart was overflowing at this time, even if what he saw now was only a picture, not a fact that had happened, but this could not stop the anger in Xue Qinghan's heart.

Xue Qinghan has no interest in what will go down in history, nor does he have the desire to wake up to the power of the world, and even does not have too much attachment to the road of seeking the Tao, and his temperament is a little indifferent and lazy, a little casual.

But for him, there are some things that are absolutely not tolerated, and that is his reverse. Dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch it, they will die. Luo Shuang is undoubtedly the reverse scale in Xue Qinghan's heart that no one can touch.

The scene in front of him dissipated, and as far as Xue Qinghan's line of sight could see, it was still where the sword abyss in the Wendao Courtyard was, and the Daoyan chessboard also regained its calm, as if nothing had happened, making people can't help but wonder if what they saw just now was their own delusion.

"Is this a corner of the future deduced from the Daoyan chessboard? Or is it an illusion that some being made me see through the Daoyan chessboard? What is the purpose of letting me see this? Who is that person?"

Xue Qinghan stood in place for a long time without moving, the endless sword qi on his body rolled, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

"Whatever the reason for this picture, it's the only thing that is absolutely not allowed. I can't let Luo Shuang stay in the Human King Palace, I must improve my strength as soon as possible and bring Luo Shuang back. ”

Strength, an unprecedented sense of urgency rose in Xue Qinghan's heart, he now urgently needed strength, he needed to contact the higher world, find the clues of the Human King Palace as soon as possible, and take Luo Shuang back. Even if it was just in case, he absolutely did not want the scene he had just seen to become a reality, and for this, he needed to be strong enough, and only strength could lead him to the path he wanted.

Thinking of this, Xue Qinghan took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the restlessness in his heart, closed his eyes slightly, and with a movement of his mind, the endless sword qi in the sword abyss was submerged It was several times more violent than before.

In the eternal unknown, an old Taoist who fished turned his head slightly, glanced in one direction with some surprise, and then closed his eyes again, like a statue.

A scholar is still cooking tea and reading, a man in black is carefully polishing the long sword in his hand, and a monk is carefully counting the grains of sand in his palm.......