What do you want?

This is a question that seems to be extremely simple for anyone to say casually.

I want wealth, I want power, I want power.

However, this is only the surface.

After getting wealth, getting power, getting power, what do you really have to do first, it's a question that goes straight to the heart.

This answer is different for everyone, and only his soul can give the answer.

And Mo Li is now deeply immersed in the constant questioning of his soul.

He wants to find his true way.

......

A year later.

On the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, in the main hall.

"It's been two years......"

Shui Tianxing said softly, his eyes swept over the figures present.

"If the Blood Sect is in the world, we will definitely be able to eradicate it!"

The elder of the Luoxia Sect said in a solemn voice, with a hint of confidence.

Elder Sword nodded slightly, and the figure of the Blood Ancestor flashed in front of him: "It must be destroyed!"

The voice is categorical, but there is no sense of lightness.

Jian Wuji stood up, arched his hand towards everyone, and said apologetically: "Please let you stay in my Wanjian Mountain for the past two years, and I haven't given you preferential treatment, I can only say sorry!"

Everyone hurriedly stood up and bowed in return.

"Where is the Sword Sect Master, it is a matter of the fate of the continent, the future of you and my sect, this is what I should do. ”

"That's right, but we used the mountain gate of Wanjian Mountain to conduct drills, which caused a lot of inconvenience to Wanjian Mountain, and I ask the Sword Sect Master not to take it seriously. ”

Xiang Wentian waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, everyone knows the purpose of our gathering here, don't say anything more!"

Shui Tianxing smiled slightly: "I haven't been back for two years, you can go back now first." ”

Chi Bozi said lightly: "The Blood Sect should reappear in the near future, first go back to the sect to sort out the sect, and wait until the Blood Ancestor appears......"

His eyes suddenly turned cold: "Then have a good treat!"

The essence of light burst out in the main hall, and more than 20 dangerous breaths faintly emanated.

"Guys, I won't send it!"

Jian Wuji waved his right hand lightly, and the closed door of the main hall slowly opened.

"Sword Sect Master stays, I'll leave on my own, farewell!"

More than a dozen figures arched their hands towards the forehead sword Wuji and walked towards the door.

Shui Tianxing, Chi Bozi, and Xiang Wentian nodded slightly towards Jian Wuji, and then left the main hall.

After more than a dozen figures left Wanjian Mountain, they headed in all directions and returned to their respective sects.

But everyone knows that this time the parting will not be too long, they will be reunited again, and when they reunite again, it will be the time to decide the fate of the mainland.

After everyone left, there were still seven figures left in the main hall.

Jian Wuji, Sword Elder, Qin Lao, Great Elder, Second Elder, Punishment Hall Master, and Meng Junze.

The Great Elder said softly, "Sect Master, then we will also retreat first." ”

Jian Wuji smiled slightly: "The affairs of Wanjian Mountain still need to be taken care of by you, thank you!"

"It's a matter of duty!"

The Hall Master of the Punishment Hall said lightly, and then left the main hall.

"I should go see my grandson too......"

Meng Junze shook off his robe and left the hall with small steps.

Everyone in the hall left one after another, and Jian Wuji said softly: "Sword Senior, stay." ”

Elder Sword stopped when he was about to move, and looked at Jian Wuji respectfully: "What is the matter with Young Master?"

Jian Wuji turned around and walked towards the depths of the main hall: "Follow me." ”

Elder Sword stepped along.

In another room, Jian Wuji paused.

"It's ......"

Elder Sword looked at a curtain of light in front of him with some surprise.

Jian Wuji didn't speak, reached out and took out a token, which was lightly imprinted on the light curtain.

Elder Jian's face calmed down, and he followed Jian Wuji into the light curtain.

In the space that is difficult to see through at a glance, there are all kinds of swords stuck in the ground.

In the line of sight, two big characters were engraved on a stone, Sword Pool.

The place where Jian Wuji brought the Sword Elder was the Sword Pool.

As if he had guessed something, a glint flashed in Elder Sword's eyes.

Walking through thousands of spirit swords, Jian Wuji walked without stopping, leading the sword elder towards the deepest part of the sword pool.

A spirit sword slashed in front of his eyes, until, a dark blue came into his eyes.

Jian Wuji and Elder Sword stopped, and Elder Sword looked at this faint blue with no surprise on his face.

He had already guessed.

This is a dark blue spirit sword, and when the gaze falls on its blade, there will be a faint sense of depression.

Jian Wuji respectfully bowed to this dark blue spirit sword: "Dongsheng is in turmoil, Sword Mountain is in turmoil, and the descendants come to disturb the ancestors!"

This dark blue spirit sword trembled slightly, and a low sword roar resounded through the sword pool, and the surrounding spirit swords trembled, as if they were extremely respectful of this spirit sword.

After a few moments, the sword pool calmed down again.

Elder Sword sighed slightly in his heart, worthy of the abyss.

The three major earth-level spirit swords of Wanjian Mountain, Dragon Sword, Biquan, and Abyss.

The dragon sword was in the hands of the sect master Jian Wuji, and Biquan had been destroyed by the Blood Ancestor, leaving only this abyss to suppress the sword pool.

Jian Wuji said again: "The younger generation has offended, I hope you ancestors will forgive your sins!"

What Jian Wuji respects is the abyss, and it is also the countless ancestors of Wanjian Mountain.

This time, there was no movement in the Abyss.

Jian Wuji stood up and whispered to Elder Jian, "Elder Jian, make a move." ”

Elder Sword took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

His withered right hand was slowly stretched out, and there was a solemn look on his face.

His right hand landed lightly on the hilt of the Abyss Sword, and the imaginary power of resistance did not arise.

Like the Abyss Sword, an earth-level spirit sword, the spirituality is extremely high, and if it is unwilling to be picked up, it will produce a huge resistance.

Unless that monk is strong enough to force the Spirit Sword to succumb, he will suffer an extremely severe backlash.

And this time, Elder Sword didn't feel anything.

With a slight force in his right hand, the Abyss Sword slowly left the ground and was pulled out by the Sword Elder.

The dark blue sword body exuded a slight luster, and the Abyss Sword was extremely calm.

......

A month later, under the East China Sea.

In the hidden cave, inside a large ding, a young naked body sat silently.

The big ding was empty, with only a trace of residual liquid at the bottom.

The young man's breath was extremely calm, and he slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, his body seemed to be in turmoil, and a terrifying roar came from his body.

Blood-red pupils glittered, and blood-colored light illuminated the dim cavern.

"Congratulations to the Ancestor!"

The Blood Killing Heaven and the others who were waiting on the side of Dading were overjoyed and immediately knelt on the ground.

The Blood Ancestor slowly stood up, a robe draped over his naked body.

"It's time to go back......"