"There are still people whose souls have not died?",

Lin Xian Hui's heart moved, Lu Hong was right, although she was a disciple of the Lord of the Ciguang Sword, it was very likely that she would inherit her mantle in the future, but this was like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, if the Lord of the Ciguang Sword did not pass on to her, she would only pass it on, not the master. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Naturally, she couldn't know all the secrets of the Celestial Monument.

Lin Xian Hui said: "You know the origin of the Celestial Monument from their mouths?"

Lu Hong said: "Yes, one of the seniors and I are from the same origin, Miss Lin, my feud with the Compassion Sword Tower was formed very early."

One of the people who left sword marks on the sword tablet was named Mo Qingjue, who was the first generation of sword cultivators in Xinghua Village, and he was also a brilliant person in the past.

Originally, this name should have been as famous as Feng Wuxian and Duanmu Ci in future generations, but in fact, Mo Qingjue had just broken through the Seven Realms of mortals and disappeared less than a hundred years after turning into an immortal, which was an unsolved case back then, and no one would know about it thousands of years later, so this name was drowned.

It's just that no one knows that after Mo Qing turned into an immortal, he practiced a magic weapon before he disappeared, called the Qianqiu Ba Sword Diagram, and left a sword intent, a trace of remnant soul in the diagram.

After that, the Qianqiu Ba Sword Diagram was passed down from generation to generation in Xinghua Village, and each generation of sword cultivation will leave a trace of sword intent, and a remnant soul is in the picture, and Lu Hong will not be an exception in the future.

And the secret of the Heavenly Monument, Lu Hong, is the remnant soul of Mo Qingju.

Just now he entered the realm of selflessness, not only to understand the sword intent on the sword tablet, but also to communicate with the remnant soul of Mo Qingjue.

Lin Xian Hui thought for a moment and shook her head and said: "Impossible, the masters trapped in the stele are all immortal realms, and it is impossible for them to block the power of heaven and man."

Lu Hong said: "Yes, the monks of the Immortal Realm can't withstand the blows of the heavens at all, but what if they are the weakening heavens?"

"Why did the celestial man use the celestial monument to absorb the power of the talents of later generations? because he himself encountered great danger and no longer had the complete power of the celestial man, he had to devour the power of others to resolve his own crisis".

Lin Xian Hui smiled: "This is just your speculation",

"Miss Lin, let me tell you another secret, when your predecessors left sword marks on the sword tablet, some were already famous masters, and some were unknown and lowly in cultivation, but when the heavens and people plotted against them, they were all immortals."

"It's all fairy realm", Lu Hong said again.

"If it weren't for the fact that his strength had weakened to the point that even with the help of the power of the Celestial Monument was not enough to confront other Celestial Realm masters, why would he be so deliberate?",

"He can't fight against the masters of the Heavenly and Human Realm, and the strength of the mortal realm cultivators is too weak, so for every sword cultivator who has left sword marks, he doesn't strangle them before the Heavenly and Human Realm and let them grow up to the Immortal Realm."

"What he has done is enough, but it's a pity that two seniors have cultivated to the late stage of the Immortal Realm when they were trapped in the Celestial Monument, and they are only one step away from the Celestial Realm."

Lin Xian Hui said: "Even so, they can't confront the celestials, the gap between the immortals and the celestials cannot be crossed, even the weakened celestials can wipe out the monks in the late stage of the immortal realm with the help of the power of the celestial monument",

Lu Hong said: "Yes, if there are only two seniors in the late stage of the Immortal Realm, it is still not enough to fight against the weakened celestials, but how many souls are in this sword tablet, I'm afraid Miss Lin knows better than me."

When Lin Xian Hui heard this, she thought about it for a while, and suddenly her heart moved, and said, "Could it be ......?"

Lu Hong snorted coldly: "You guessed it, the celestial can absorb other people's sword intent and soul, why can't the two seniors?"

He put his hands behind his back, looked at the snow, and said: "Actually, if they are forcibly absorbed by each other, in the end, I am afraid that no one will still be able to fight the celestial beings of the Compassion Sword Tower, but the souls of the predecessors trapped on the sword tablet were not forcibly devoured, but voluntarily sacrificed."

"They would rather sacrifice all their strength to help the two seniors in the late stage of the Immortal Realm fight against the Celestials than just disappear in such an unknown way."

Lu Hong's voice became low, and he said: "Lin Xian Hui, their hatred for the Heavenly and Human Monument, the Compassion Sword Tower, and the shame they endured can't be washed away even if they pour the water of the Yellow River."

Every word is full of coldness, just like the snow of Meiyin Mountain in three winters.

The people who left sword marks on the sword tablet were all unparalleled people in the world, they should have stood at the peak of the sword world, admired by thousands of people, and worshiped by future generations, but what Lu Hong saw was the soul imprisoned by chains in the sword tablet, the resentful and unwilling eyes when being forcibly devoured, and the determination when the soul was sacrificed, the sword intent.

He turned away from her.

Lin Xian Hui said: "Lu Hong, now do you want to bear this resentment and shame for them?"

She turned her head away from looking at his back, and said, "What if they agree with you? They can't resist the celestials after absorbing so many souls, what's the use of having you alone now?"

"In the end, what can you do but accompany them to the ashes?"

"Hahaha, I am the rising sun, like the sun in the sky, how can I be afraid of an old and immortal celestial? Miss Lin, wait for me Lu Hong to become an immortal, and then see who wins and who loses in this fight",

Lu Hong stepped out step by step, laughing and leaving, leaving rows of footprints on the snow, and the two gradually drifted apart.

Lin Xian Hui stared at his back with both eyes, watching the snowflakes fall on his hair, and on his body, the figure he watched became smaller little by little in the wind and snow, and Qianqiansu's hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the killing intent in his heart rose and fell.

And in the end, she still didn't use the sword, but she had a firm memory of this person in her heart.

She didn't know that one of the people who volunteered their souls in the Heavenly Monument was named Mo Qingjue, and he and the Compassion Sword Tower were already incompatible.

No one saw that under the Compassion Sword Tower surrounded by rivers and seas on all sides, a thick fishy smell suddenly boiled up from the depths of the sea, spreading upwards from the bottom of the sea as deep as a thousand meters, and when it reached the shallow sea above, several sharks fell off their skin and flesh as soon as they touched the fishy smell, and then even the skeleton was melted, and the huge body suddenly disappeared into the river and sea.

Several sword cultivators noticed the change, and Edgeworth came, but as soon as they got close to the fishy smell, they screamed and fell into the sea, and their bodies were melted along with the flying sword, and the entire sea was silent in an instant, only the terrible fishy smell spread rapidly.

On the top floor of the Compassion Sword Tower, a white-clothed swordsman frowned, walked to the guardrail and watched the sea tower rot little by little from the base of the tower.

"The five decays of heaven and man, the fourth decay ......",

The white-clothed swordsman frowned.

After about a stick of incense, there was no longer a new stench under the sea, and the tower on the sea had been half corroded and crumbling, and all the sword cultivators turned pale.

They all heard a low laugh from the depths of the sea, a voice that was not like a god, not like a demon, but it brought them a sense of fear from the heart.