Wu Ming saw in his mind an indescribable battle that was just a few swordsmen competing with swords, but the barren world was shattered. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the ensuing battle, the white-haired man was like a ghost, easily caught up with the nine people who fled, and killed them one by one with his sword, and after killing three people in a row, the remaining six finally understood that they could not escape, so at the last moment, the six joined forces and besieged the white-haired man with swords.

It's a pity that they reacted too late at this time.

The long blade became the sharpest sword in the world in the hands of the white-haired youth, and the blade was unbreakable, not to mention the fragile human body. Wu Ming couldn't even see his sword swing clearly, only that as soon as his hand was raised, a great head fell.

In this battle, all things in heaven and earth were turned into a one-foot sword. There is a sword in the air, a sword on the ground, a sword in the air, a sword in the stars, a few people holding a sword, and even the person holding the sword is also a sword!

The seven sword intents that penetrate the heavens and the earth are as majestic as the giant peaks of the sky, surging like the thunder of the world, and stretching like the falling of the heavenly river. When they collided with each other, the stars swayed, the bright moon was obscured, the earth sank, and only the splendor of the sword was left in the world.

The light flickered, and finally six rays of light fell, leaving only the last gray-white light to turn into a human form and stand quietly on the ground.

The white-haired young man looked at the human bodies scattered on the ground in front of him, eight corpses had been separated and lifeless. There was only one person, still with a faint snort, who was the first old man to escape. He was pierced in the chest, and his face was pale at this time, and his eyes were hideous, with resentment and unwillingness.

"Why ......"

Blood gushed out from his chest, but the old man did not take any measures to stop the bleeding, but stared at the white-haired young man, and the resentment was so deep that he almost turned into a terrible ghost in hell.

The white-haired young man ignored it, quietly closed his eyes, as if feeling something, and after a while, his gray-white sword intent emitted red light, and after a while, those red lights formed a crimson long sword and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Wu Ming's eyes widened and he was surprised.

Isn't that red long sword the "Zhu Lihuo" in his hand? In this way, was this "Zhu Lihuo" actually conceived by this mysterious white-haired young man? And it was after killing nine great kendo masters in a row!

What surprised Wu Ming even more was still to come, the moment the young man gave birth to the red long sword, a golden eye suddenly opened on his forehead. That eye was horizontal in the center of the eyebrows, shining with golden brilliance, as if it was alive, scanning in the air for a while, and finally the golden eyeballs stayed on Wu Ming's consciousness.

Stared at by the gaze of the golden eyes, Wu Ming's conscious body stiffened for a while, as if it was pinched by an invisible big hand, and the next moment it was about to be scattered. In the face of imminent death, he could not move his whole body, and could only move his fingers to struggle, but the pressure in his golden pupils became more and more intense.

It's over!

Wu Ming didn't expect that just by looking at the memory of the long sword, he would encounter such a life-threatening danger, this invincible man named "Bai Wuyue" could actually kill the soul consciousness with the image left in the long sword! It's hard to imagine how powerful his body should be!

"Huh."

Seeing that Wu Ming's soul was about to be pinched and exploded, at the critical moment, the white-haired man sighed lightly, stroked his forehead with his palm, and closed his golden eyes.

What are these golden eyes?

Wu Ming was just out of danger, and he suddenly gasped for breath, he knew that if his body was not composed of consciousness, he was afraid that it would be full of sweat by now. He recalled the strange space he had entered before he was reborn, where the monks and soldiers had an identical eye on their heads, and his face became strange. This white-haired young man, could it be that he has something to do with that space? Or are these golden eyes just a symbol of something?

Just as Wu Ming was thinking about it, the picture in front of him suddenly disappeared, his eyes were dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was back in the stone room at the beginning, and the red long sword was lying quietly in his hand, as if it was merged with him, regardless of each other.

"Zhu Lihuo, although I don't know how your original master called you, but you are composed of sword intent, and you are also integrated into my nameless sword intent, so I will call you 'Lihuo Sword Intent' in the future." Fingers brushed over the three big characters of "Zhu Lihuo" on the sword, and Wu Ming muttered to himself.

The Separation from Fire Sword Intent is not an ordinary sword intent, but the peerless sword intent condensed by the white-haired man after killing nine kendo masters, Wu Ming's current sword realm is still relatively shallow, and it can be used as a beginner, and even his own nameless sword intent is only a trace of it, let alone to cultivate this newly acquired Separation from Fire Sword Intent.

In the future, if he can reach the Sword Sect and even the Sword King realm, I don't know how strong this Fire Sword Intent will be?

Wu Ming made up his mind that after going out, he must use the fastest speed to improve his kendo realm, it is not enough to rely on white bones to cultivate, he needs to take the initiative to find some kendo exercises and sword techniques to practice. The sect is known as the Sword Sect, and the first vein of the five veins is also the first vein of the Sword Pavilion, wouldn't it be a pity to waste such a good resource?

With this thought rising in his heart, Wu Ming looked at the walls around him, wondering if there was any secret passage that could help him get out. At first, he thought that he would be able to leave this space by pulling out his sword, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

He looked left and right, groped around the stone wall for a long time, and finally found a strangely shaped keyhole, just the length and size that could hold the white bone in his hand.

Yes, this is the space where the bones are, and you should use the bones when you leave.

Wu Ming did not hesitate to insert the white bone into the hole, the size was just right, and then he closed his eyes and waited for his consciousness to return to his body. After waiting for a long time, when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was still in this stone room, and it was dark all around, and there was no sign of returning to the "Exorcism Palace". If you look in front of you, where are the walls? I don't know when there is a bronze gate in front of it, the same size as the bronze door that was opened before, the door is carved with lifelike flowers, birds, myths and beasts, the only difference is that the bronze door outside the stone is engraved with three big characters of "Chixiao Tian", and this door, in the same place, is engraved with "Qingxiao Tian" three big characters of the pen walking the dragon and snake.

Wu Ming swallowed involuntarily.

Qingxiao Heaven is the second heaven of the legendary Nine Heavenly Realm, which is said to have been born from the fall of the Nine Heavenly Blue Stone, and the whole world is covered with cyan glow.

Wu Ming, who had no other way to go, could only continue to reach out and push the bronze door, thinking that he would finish the Nine Heavenly Realms before the white bones would let him out, but the moment his hand touched the carving on the door, there was a sharp pain in his mind, and he screamed in pain and jumped up from the ground.

The entrance was a clear blue sky, followed by Master Yan Jia's crane-haired, childish, energetic old face, and next to it was the slightly caring fat face of the second senior brother Mo Xiaobao, and the slender cheeks of the senior brother.

The first master and the two apprentices who were present in the soul exorcism lineage all gathered around him, looking at him with concern or surprise.

Is it out?

Wu Ming looked around, and saw the acadade, grass garden and vermilion lacquer and green tile attic in the courtyard, he tried hard to stand up, but the strength in his body was empty, and his head was dizzy, and his body just stood up straight and fell to the side, but fortunately, Mo Xiaobao next to him quickly helped him.

"Ming'er, don't force yourself, let's go to the house and rest for a while." Yan Jia's caring voice came from the side.

Wu Ming raised his head, and Jian Yan looked at him kindly, his eyes full of pride and relief. He blinked, then turned his head to look at Mo Xiaobao who was holding him, and found that the expression of the second senior brother was the same as that of the master. Even the senior brother, who was obviously dissatisfied with him before, looked at him with a little envy in his eyes.

Wu Ming didn't know what had just happened, and could only vaguely guess that the test result of his soul path talent must be good. But he didn't dare to ask, for fear of being seen as flawed. After all, he actually only lasted five or six breaths for a long time before he was frozen by the soul suppression ice spirit and lost consciousness, and then he was taken into the white bone space in a daze, as for the time that lasted for dozens of breaths, eighty percent of it was because his consciousness was protected by the sword intent in the white bone space, and the cold qi of the ice spirit was helpless against him.

This is equivalent to that his real test score is only six breaths, and the next dozens of breaths are all white bones helping him cheat.

"Senior Brother is really right, people with poor qi path talent are not much better than soul path talent."

Knowing the real situation, he could only let out a wry smile.

However, Yan Jia and the others didn't think so, at least in their minds, Wu Ming's name as a genius of the Soul Dao was established.

"I can't imagine that this young master of the Wu family's waste materials is not as unbearable as the rumors outside, and he still has some ability." Chao Xiaoyang watched his master seriously instruct Mo Xiaobao to arrange Wu Ming's food and lodging matters, and personally helped him into the side room to rest, he couldn't help but feel jealous in his heart, he originally looked down on Wu Ming, and he was even more unhappy in his heart. What made him even more angry was that after that, Yan Jia handed over the palm-sized soul-calming ice spirit used to test his talent to Wu Ming.

"Master, ...... you are?" Wu Ming took the Soul Suppression Ice Spirit, and at first he felt that this Ice Spirit was as heavy as steel, and the size of a palm weighed dozens of catties, he almost failed to hold it, and then he felt a cold air penetrate the back of his hand, making him subconsciously recall the experience of being frozen and delirious in the previous test, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Ming'er, don't underestimate this soul suppression ice spirit, this ice spirit is not only a tool for testing soul path talent, but also can help people improve soul path cultivation, you can meditate in the future, just hold this ice spirit in your hand, you can get twice the result with half the effort." Yan Jia explained with a smile.

"Thank you, Master, for your generous gift."

Hearing that the ice spirit is conducive to soul path cultivation, Wu Ming is naturally disrespectful.

Chao Xiaoyang on the side looked more and more dissatisfied, Yan Jia didn't say everything, but he knew that this "Soul Suppressing Ice Spirit" was really a rare soul dao treasure, and its value was enough to compare with ordinary magic weapons. There are only two pieces in the soul exorcism vein, one is on the master's body, and the other is now in Wu Ming's hand. Even he, the senior brother, is not qualified to have a treasure, and now the master casually gave it to the junior brother who has only been in the beginner for less than a day, how can he be embarrassed?

Chao Xiaoyang was not angry in his heart, and he directly showed it on his face, in the end, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy, and his scheming was not so deep, he didn't dare to oppose what the master said to his face, so he could only glare at Wu Ming fiercely. On the other hand, Wu Ming didn't pay attention to him at all, in his previous life, he went out of the mountains to help the three princes of Chu State seize the throne, and fought with many scheming ministers and wise generals, among which there were many examples of sixty or seventy-year-old people who relied on their seniority and directly pointed at his nose and scolded "shameless children". Compared with those old foxes who humiliated him by any means, Chao Xiaoyang was so young that he could only make him rise from the bottom of his heart with adjectives like "naïve".

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