Tai Xuanzi's face darkened, and he said, "What about the sword?"

The Three Crazy Dao Chiefs were also a little stunned, and said: "Poor Dao doesn't know, the True Martial God Sword has not been unsheathed for 3,600 years, and Poor Dao only knows the summoning method, this is the first time to use it." ”

During this period of time, Lin Che's complexion became worse and worse, originally his golden body was successfully cultivated, coupled with the glass dragon jade immortal body, his whole body was condensed and condensed, and his complexion was as crystal clear and warm as white jade, but now his face was covered with a layer of dark yellow.

Into the Mortal Dust!

The ancients had a saying about cutting off the top three flowers and eliminating the immortal books, and Lin Che's current situation is almost the same, he was already transcendent and holy, almost an immortal, but now he has gradually become an ordinary person.

Damn, can't wait any longer!

Originally, hearing the news of the True Martial Divine Sword, Lin Che felt that there was still a possibility of turning the tables, but now that he felt the increasingly weak aura in his body, Lin Che knew that if he didn't fight again, he might never have a chance.

A ruthless color flashed in Lin Che's eyes, but a figure appeared in his heart.

Slim and elegant, the girl has just grown up.

Xiaowan, I'm afraid the master can't continue to protect you anymore, and you have to go the rest of the way by yourself......

Sword Twenty-Three!

The black and white sword intent spread from Lin Che's body, freezing time and space, and the smug smile on Chu Xiu's face also froze, he seemed to have become a stone sculpture, but there was a trace of fear in the depths of his pupils.

......

Palace.

The enthronement ceremony has long ended, but the civil and military officials have not left, but they are looking at the shocking battle outside the imperial city, feeling the earth-shattering battle fluctuations, and many people clenched their fists.

Their sect leader, their majesty is fighting bloodily for the Ming Kingdom, but they can only watch here, except for prayer, there is nothing to do!

Both humiliation and grief, as a member of the Ming Sect, as a minister of the Ming Kingdom, they are so weak, what face do they have in a high position?

Zheng Xiaowan was restless, she tried to rush into the depths of the battle several times, but she was almost seriously injured by the aftermath of the battle, if it weren't for the world's first sword automatic protector, she would probably have died.

At this moment, there was a sudden pain in her heart, as if the most precious thing was about to leave her.

Boom!

She drew her Excalibur again, ready to charge again.

"Xiaowan, stop, do you want to distract Big Brother for you?"

Su San shouted to her, but Su San, who had always been light and light-hearted, also looked solemn, and even a little uncontrollable anxiety.

"Second uncle, I feel that the master is in danger, no, I must go and save the master!"

Zheng Xiaowan shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"With your strength, you can't meddle in this battle, rest assured, although this battle is dangerous, but the eldest brother must be in danger, don't believe you look at this astrological phenomenon, although the purple microstar is dim, but it is still firm, and the wind and rain are not moving, which shows that the emperor's fortune of the eldest brother has not been shaken. ”

Zheng Xiaowan raised her head to look at the stars with teary eyes, but saw that the purple microstar that was still firm just now suddenly became fluttering, and even loomed, as if it would disappear completely in the next moment.

"This ...... How is that possible?" Su San's face turned pale.

Zheng Xiaowan didn't say anything more, she wiped away her tears with her sleeve, her beautiful little face was full of determination, and she walked towards the outside of the imperial city with the divine sword in her hand.

"Third brother, stop her!"

A figure blocked in front of Zheng Xiaowan, and the momentum of the peak martial saint was like a mountain.

Shi Hao shook his head at Zheng Xiaowan and said, "Xiaowan, I know that you care about your eldest brother, and I am the same, if I can play a role, I am willing to fight to the death for my eldest brother, but with the strength of the two of us, I'm afraid ...... If you go, you can only drag down the big brother. ”

Zheng Xiaowan's eyes were like swords, and she said firmly: "Master often teaches me that you shouldn't give up lightly in anything without hard work, even if it ...... Even if I can't help the master, then I'll die with the master. ”

Shi Hao's body was shocked, and he was speechless.

Zheng Xiaowan still walked forward, holding the divine sword in her hand, even if it was the third uncle who was in the way, she would break through!

"Third uncle, forgive Xiaowan for being disrespectful. ”

Shi Hao sighed, with a touch of shame in his heart, and said, "No need, I'll go with you." ”

Zheng Xiaowan's eyes lit up.

"Wait!"

Su San's voice sounded, but Shi Hao said: "Second brother, if you stay to preside over the overall situation, I will definitely protect Xiaowan's safety!"

Su San smiled faintly, as if he had figured it out in an instant, his eyebrows were no longer solemn, and he returned to his breezy appearance.

"We two brothers went together. ”

"But second brother, you don't know martial arts......"

Su San stepped forward and patted Shi Hao on the shoulder and said, "Do you remember what the three of us said when we bowed?"

"I don't want to be born on the same day, the same month, the same year, but I want ...... Died on the same day, the same month, the same year!"

"Haha, what I, Su San, have never said, it never counts. ”

......

After the twenty-third sword pass, the black and white sword qi gradually subsided, as if the tide ebbed and flowed.

Lin Che used the Yuan Shen Sword to directly nail Chu Xiu's soul, and the defense of the golden jade clothes was useless in front of the sword twenty-three, and let Chu Xiu master the ten avenues, it was the great master of the Nine Heavens, and the same disappeared, and his soul was destroyed!

He finally ushered in the same fate as the Yuan Shi Heavenly Demon, a generation of heroes who were heroes of the world, and they were wiped out, leaving only a powerful body.

Without the control of Chu Xiu's will, his way of swallowing the sky immediately went mad, and even began to reverse indoctrination, returning Lin Che's foundation, which had absorbed most of it, to Lin Che, and even instilling Chu Xiu's seven hundred years of accumulation into Lin Che's body.

Chu Xiu's rise to the top of the world has devoured the creation of many people, and his foundation is terrifying, even if he is a pig who has cultivated for seven hundred years, he can become a peerless master, let alone a peerless hero like Chu Xiu?

The terrifying True Yuan and Life Essence frantically poured into Lin Che's body, and the injuries in his body quickly recovered, and the Seven Aperture Glass Heart devoured most of the power, creating a massive amount of golden blood, all over Lin Che's body, refining his flesh and bones into gold, which was a sign that the golden body was about to be completed.

The golden body is completed, Lin Che can cultivate a kind of law body, it may be the lowest level of the Arhat golden body, or it may be the legendary golden body of Rulai, everything depends on creation, look at Lin Che's own accumulation, the height of the law is a level, the combat power is very different, and the future potential is also the difference between cloud and mud, but no matter what kind of law body, you can achieve immortality and transcend the mortal world, even the great master of the Nine Heavens cannot compete with the lowest level of the law body.

Cultivating the Dharma Body, Buddhists call it Cultivation Positive Fruit, and Taoism calls it Rank Immortal Class, which is the last step from mortals to immortals!

But all this has nothing to do with Lin Che, because now his soul has also left his body and is about to die.

The price of Sword Twenty-Three is the death of the soul.

Maybe his physical body can be incorruptible and eternal for ten thousand years, or maybe after countless years, a trace of spirituality will be born in his physical body, usher in a new life, and enjoy the power of a powerful immortal, but that is no longer him.

The void distorted, and a large river emerged, the water of the river was the color of Xuanhuang, and under the water, Lin Che saw numb faces, male or female, old or young, soaked under the river, their faces turned pale.

They saw Lin Che, but they didn't say hello, they just stared at Lin Che with a gaze that was so indifferent that there was no trace of warmth.

This is...... Death?

A big river appeared in the void, but Taixuanzi and the Three Crazy Dao people did not notice it in the slightest, indicating that this river could only be seen by the dead.

The river is dark and yellow, bottomless, flowing to some mysterious and unknown corner, and the water is soaked in countless ghosts......

Lin Che was shocked, and a feeling arose in the darkness that this river was the famous Yellow Spring, leading to the underworld and crossing the dead.

Not all the ghosts in the Yellow Springs are submerged under water, and there are also a few wooden boats, each of which has a boatman wearing a hat and a hat, with no face in sight, shrouded in darkness.

The ghosts in the Yellow Spring wanted to climb on these wooden boats, but they were afraid of the lotus lamp on the bow of the boat, and the candle flame was like beans, but they suppressed the countless ghosts in the Yellow Spring.

A wooden boat stopped in front of Lin Che, and Lin Che realized that he had stood on the shore of the Yellow Spring at some point.

"Get on board, Emperor Ming. ”

An old voice sounded in Lin Che's ears, it was the boatman on the wooden boat talking, but Lin Che couldn't see his mouth moving.

In other words, Lin Che couldn't see what his face really looked like.

"Where are you going?" Lin Che was vigilant in his heart, he hoped that Taixuanzi could save him, but found that Taixuanzi had no sense.

"Go where you need to go. ”

The boatman replied succinctly, as if he were just a machine.

"Who are you?"

Lin Che planned to stall for time.

"Ferryman, Emperor Ming, it's time to go. ”

The boatman once again emphasized letting Lin Che get on the boat.

"Why don't these people have boats?"

"They are not worthy, only the ghosts who ride on the boat can not enter the sea of swords and fires, and be reborn as rich and noble. ”

Only then did Lin Che understand why those ghosts in the water desperately wanted to climb onto the boat.

"What's the matter with this lotus lantern?" Lin Che continued to ask, but his footsteps quietly moved behind.

The boatman didn't answer immediately this time, he was silent for a moment, and then said, "Emperor Ming, it's time to go, don't miss the hour." ”

"What hour?"

Lin Che continued to retreat quietly.

The boatman put down the oars and took out a little figure made of puppets from his arms, which was very similar to Lin Che's appearance.

"Emperor Ming, please get on board. ”

The boatman emphasised again, and in his other hand he grasped a bloodstained iron nail, which seemed to be rusted, with a bronze rust, mixed with the dried blood, and had a disgusting taste.

Lin Che's eyes narrowed, looked at his name behind the puppet, and said, "What if I don't want to get on the boat?"

The boatman stopped talking, but stabbed the puppet in the head with an iron nail!

Hiss!

Lin Che gasped, only to feel that his head was pierced by the iron nail, and the rusty nail rolled in his brain, making him have a splitting headache, and life was worse than death!

Rao let out a scream with Lin Che's amazing willpower, and at the same time, a stream of blood gushed out from the puppet's head and sprinkled it on the iron nails.

After the severe pain, Lin Che only felt a trance in his brain, as if something had been ripped away, and his consciousness fell into a daze.

"Emperor Ming, please get on board. ”

Lin Che's eyes were dull, he stretched out a foot and stepped on the boat, the wooden boat shook slightly, rippling in a circle of ripples, seeing that Lin Che was about to get on the boat, the eyes of the ghosts in the water revealed a strong jealousy and unwillingness.

Just when Lin Che was about to get on the boat.

"Master!"

"Big brother!"

The calls made Lin Che's brain ache sharply, and scenes of the past surfaced in his mind.

In the wilderness temple, in the roaring wind and rain, he hugged Zheng Xiaowan to sleep.

"Master, tell me a story......

In the imperial capital, he swore to Su San and Shi Hao as brothers, and swore an oath in blood.

"I don't want to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but I want to die on the same day and month of the same year!"

......

The past is precious, how can it be forgotten?

A glimmer of golden light flashed in Lin Che's eyes, and he regained his clarity, he withdrew the foot that stepped on the boat, and said word by word: "If you don't get out, this seat will smash your broken boat!"

A small broken golden seal appeared above Lin Che's head, emitting wisps of light, faintly confronting the boatman.

This is naturally the Taishan Mountain Divine Seal, since stepping into the innate grandmaster, the mutilated Mountain Divine Seal has become less and less helpful to Lin Che, and the opportunity to enter the pagoda of all beings once a year is not very precious, because the current Lin Che is not lacking in peerless martial arts at all, and he still understands the truth of being greedy and chewing too much.

But Lin Che's current strength is not enough to break the seal set by the mountain god seal on the golden cicada, and he can't use it to mobilize the essence of the mountains and rivers to help cultivate, so the mountain god seal is becoming more and more chicken for Lin Che now, and he rarely uses it, but he didn't expect that at this life-and-death moment, it actually played an important role.

When he saw the mutilated mountain god seal, he was so calm that the terrible boatman's body shook, and he was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he took a deep look at the broken Taishan Mountain Divine Seal, and then raised the iron nail, ready to nail down on Lin Che's puppet again.

At this moment, a black and white sword light pierced through the heavens and the earth, the wind and thunder moved, the earth fire was churning, and the sword intent of the Nine Heavens Demon Wandering Demons rushed into the sky and slashed the clouds!

True Martial Divine Sword, finally here!

This great origin of the divine soldier obviously suppressed the entire Huangquan, the Zhenwu Emperor is one of the four saints of the Daomen North Pole, is the emperor of the north of the town, also known as the Nine Heavens Demon Ancestor, his true martial arts sword, I don't know how many big demons have been killed, some of the big demons after being cut by the sword, the soul will serve in the underworld, and this sword is naturally extremely jealous.

It is said that the extremely famous bull head and horse face in the underworld has a great relationship with this sword.

As soon as the True Martial Divine Sword came out, there were waves in the Yellow Spring, which had been calm, and countless powerful ghosts screamed, and they were almost scattered by the edge of the Divine Sword, and they all dived into the depths of the Yellow Spring, and they didn't dare to show their heads again.

The boatman's hand holding the nail was trembling.

"Retreat. ”

In the depths of the Yellow Spring, there seemed to be a sound, hearing these two words, the boatman immediately put away the iron nails and dolls, and then rowed away without looking back, and the Yellow Spring gradually disappeared, and finally escaped into the void, completely disappeared.

The edge of the True Martial Divine Sword was too strong, and Lin Che felt that his weak soul was in danger of dissipating at any time, but fortunately, he barely survived with the Mountain God Seal to protect him.

"I can't die!

With this obsession, Lin Che gritted his teeth, and walked towards his body step by step with the overwhelming edge of the True Martial Divine Sword.