Slashing Sword Realm?

The pupils of the Nine Xuan of the Northern Darkness shrank, and he immediately came back to his senses, and there was a big shock in his heart, Cheng Wushuang's sword realm had indeed been improved, and compared with the original sword realm, it had essential changes.

The Dao Sword Realm is about following the rules, turning into the Dao, integrating with the sky, and the artistic conception is clear, and this Dao Sword Realm is to shatter everything, be boundless, unrestrained, and the two are diametrically opposed.

Cheng Wushuang's sword realm has a hint of sword rhyme at any time, but he has not really stepped into the sword realm, but this sword rhyme alone is enough to make Cheng Wushuang surpass the sword realm of the Dao.

Thinking that the killing array he had worked so hard to arrange was forcibly broken, and his precious drop of the blood of the Sword Emperor was given up as someone else's wedding dress, enhancing the sword realm for others, the face of the Nine Xuans of the Northern Darkness became even paler, and his eyes were also killing intent.

"Cheng Wushuang, yes, the Holy Son of the Nine Grades, it's really powerful. ”

Forcibly enduring the shock from the sea of knowledge, the corners of the mouth of the Northern Nine Xuan twitched, and he said coldly to Cheng Wushuang.

Seeing this, Cheng Wushuang smiled playfully, held back the blood stains on the ground, and said lightly: "Nine Xuan Holy Son, look at you, your cultivation has gone wrong, and you are still hanging here, this person is sick, he has to be cured, go find the alchemist in the family and give you some healing pills, right?"

"I heard that you have gone mad? The Holy Son is worthy of being the Holy Son, and he is indeed a cultivator, a character who has even broken through the Sacred Heart Forest, and he can still go mad, I am wondering, is your Ninth Rank Holy Son a little watery?"

Cheng Wushuang said with a touch of viciousness.

The Sacred Heart Forest is a place to temper the heart, which can enhance people's willpower, if the young juniors in the clan can clear the Sacred Heart Forest, then their minds will be as hard as a divine stone, not strong, and there is no magic thought at all on the road of martial arts.

Cheng Wushuang's words were based on the fact that the Nine Xuans of the North Darkness vomited blood and said that there was a mistake in cultivation, and he used the topic to play on the topic to slander the Nine Xuans of the North Darkness and go crazy, which made everyone begin to wonder if the Nine Xuans of the North Darkness had played some small tricks to clear the Sacred Heart Forest.

Because those who have cleared the Sacred Heart Forest will never be able to have a heart demon on the road of martial arts in the future, unless it is to tear the destiny of heaven and achieve the path of the God Emperor, it is estimated that at that level, they will encounter a truly terrifying heart demon, under the God Emperor, all the way unimpeded.

"That's right, how could a ninth-grade saint son go mad?" Many people present came back to their senses and looked at the Nine Heavens of the Northern Darkness with puzzled looks.

Beiyin Jiuxuan felt ashamed in his heart, he didn't dare to make a noise, and quickly moved the corners of his mouth, and said: "Cheng Wushuang, congratulations on becoming the Holy Son, but after that, the clan will be a sword trial meeting between the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter, I hope you won't be too embarrassed when the time comes!"

Let's just calm down and go away with an injury.

Seeing this, Cheng Wushuang didn't think so, in his eyes, the Nine Heavens of the Northern Darkness were like ants, and they were not on the same level as him at all.

"Can I accept the gift of my ancestors?"

After seeing the Nine Secrets of the Northern Darkness leave, Cheng Wushuang immediately asked towards the Northern Darkness Battle.

"Yes, everyone else, let's disperse, the Holy Son accepts the favor of the ancestors, no one is allowed to disturb him, the others must leave, and can only be guarded by the Dharma Protector here. ”

As soon as the words of the Northern War fell, the endless majesty was emanated with a loud sound, so that everyone could only obey the order and leave quietly.

Beiming Qing'er smiled at Cheng Qianmo and Yuesha at this time, her eyes flashed, and she asked quietly, "I don't know what the relationship between the two sisters and this Cheng Wushuang is?"

"We're all his little wives. Cheng Qianmo and Yuesha smiled faintly, when they looked overwhelmed, they saw that some men of the same clan were stunned, and they were secretly jealous, why is Cheng Wushuang so glamorous, such two beautiful beauties, they are just little wives.

Beiming Qing'er was also a little dumbfounded, how could Cheng Wushuang have such a beautiful wife, and there were still two of them.

And when I heard that small word, it was obvious that there was more than one woman in Cheng Wushuang.

"This guy still has a big wife?" Beiming Qing'er's eyes widened, looking surprised.

"Yes, I guess I'll be looking for his big wife in other places soon. Yuesha said meaningfully.

Seeing this, Beiming Qing'er's mouth grew to the size of O, and suddenly a trace of admiration for Cheng Wushuang was shattered, and the feeling of this guy is simply a big carrot, so many women.

"This guy is really sweet. Beiming Qing'er glared at Cheng Wushuang in a unique manner, she couldn't have any feelings for this person, such a caring guy, she was the person she despised the most.

"I'll take you to a place to stay. Beiming Qing'er immediately gathered her mind, smiled faintly and arranged accommodation for Yuesha and Cheng Qianmo, and left with the crowd.

And Cheng Wushuang sat in front of the Sacred Heart Monument and began to run his thoughts and communicate with the Sacred Heart Monument.

The Sacred Heart Tablet is an ancient tablet refined by the ancestors of the Northern Underworld Holy Clan, which contains the most complete consciousness of the ancestors.

It is not easy to communicate with the Sacred Heart Tablet, generally speaking, it is necessary for the disciples in the clan to use the divine thoughts, and with the power of the divine thoughts, to crack the divine thoughts engraved on the stone tablet, in order to communicate with the sleeping ancestors in the stone tablet.

In fact, the communication of the Sacred Heart Monument is also a test method left by the ancestors back then, which can test the strength of the divine thoughts of the Holy Sons.

Cheng Wushuang had just entered the clan and didn't know about these things, but he listened to the Northern Underworld War and explained it in time, so he smiled faintly, waved his divine thoughts, condensed them into the supreme divine thought mark, and entered the Sacred Heart Monument.

Inside this Sacred Heart Monument, there are all dense formations, and it seems that the resistance is extremely huge to reach the place where the ancestral divine imprint is stored in the stone tablet.

But fortunately, Cheng Wushuang was proficient in formations, and almost at a glance, he saw through these bewildering formations in the stone tablet, and immediately waved his divine thoughts, and quickly passed through those formations according to certain laws, and finally, he saw a golden light.

Under that golden light is the so-called Divine Thought Mark.

I saw that this divine thought mark took on an ancient beast totem, which looked like the head of a dragon.

Broken!

As soon as Cheng Wushuang's mind moved, he summoned all the Divine Thought Marks condensed by himself, all of them were merged into one, and the Divine Thought Sword Shadow was synthesized, and he directly slashed at the Ancestor Divine Thought Mark.

Bang!

The divine thought mark shattered like tofu.

Cheng Wushuang smiled at the corner of his mouth at this time, his divine thoughts were more than a hundred times stronger than other gods, and the purity of his divine thoughts was far from being comparable to the gods of this era, only the divine thoughts of those big people in the ancient era could compete with him.

And the imprint of divine thoughts left by this ancestor is only in ancient times, and such a gap is naturally completely shattered by him, and there is no comparison at all.

Just when the Ancestral Divine Thought Mark was shattered, an old voice resounded inside the stone tablet.

"It's only been a year or two since I saw each other, and another little ghost has come to see me, hey, it seems that this time the little guy is a little different. ”

(End of chapter)