Chapter 188 Sword Grave, Bitter Well, Body

On the top of the five-fold mountain in the Korean realm, on the southwest border of the Korean Dynasty, there is a bitter well that leads to the sword tomb. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Here, every day, with a sad heart, people throw their favorite swords and weapons into the well of suffering, they are all broken and cannot be repaired, and the sword grave is their best home.

Even though they were reluctant to give up, they still chose to throw their weapons into the bitter well.

The blazing summer breeze was howling, dry and undevoid of moisture, a weather that even a beginner hated to hate.

As night fell, the weather turned around and became cooler. As the blood moon gradually rises, it slowly sets. Next to the bitter well, there is no trace of people.

A strange cold wind blew, and a black-robed figure appeared next to the bitter well, the wide black-robed collar was towering, covering half of the face, and a pair of sharp and indifferent eyes emitted a ghostly light, but what was even more frightening was that in his hands, he was carrying a corpse.

Wisps of imperceptible remnant soul breath emanated, and bloodstained faces were shocking.

The black-robed man sighed, he raised his head, looked at the black clouds that were filling, covering the round of blood moon, and then raised his hand and let go of the corpse, the corpse that let go...... Falling into a bitter well.

A dry well with no bottom, no wood, and no vitality is a bitter well.

The black clouds fluttered, and the obscured blood moon was revealed. The bitter well is still there, but there is no one beside it.

On an old tree, crows crow, how desolate?

"Quack!

......

......

In the silent and dark well of suffering, suddenly, the dead air began to flow, and a figure without breath fell.

The bitter well is bottomless, too deep, and no one knows how deep it is, because the creatures that come in, even if they are the Nine Shadows, have turned into white bones on the road to find the mountain.

The air flowed, without the slightest vision. I don't know how long it took, but the body was still falling, and the wisps of white hair were dancing wildly in the wind, rustling.

Phew!

In the silent well of bitterness, a sharp and sharp voice sounded, like a long sword trembling, but it pierced through the golden cracking stone, and in this silent darkness, it was so clear.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A Dawson white light flashed and disappeared, exuding an incomparably terrifying edge.

Phew!

Suddenly, a sharp edge flashed, crossing the rapidly falling figure, and suddenly a piece of flesh and blood separated from the body, and when it flew away, a sharp edge flashed, and suddenly turned into nothing.

Boom!

One by one, the edges were revealed, and pieces of flesh and blood disappeared. I don't know how long it took, but only a white skeleton was falling, and there was no breath on it, even if it was death...... Nor did it!

Bite!

The sword-like edge slammed into the skeleton with a crisp sound, and a touch of powder was blown up by the wind from the skeleton and disappeared.

Immediately, there was a crisp sound, and the skeleton gradually became smaller until it disappeared.

All traces are gone, as if the corpse has never appeared. However, the wind did not stop, roaring, howling wantonly in the dark silence of the corridor.

The sword shook and the edge flickered.

This is the Sword Grave Ban!

Where the human eye cannot see, there is a sea of consciousness, on the surface of the sea, is the sky, broken, the sea surface is undulating, the waves are rolling, and under the sky, there is a whirling whirlpool. The whirlpool rotated slowly, and wisps of qi were emanating, actually 'mending the sky'!

In this ruined world, a gust of wind blew and a sword roared.

The storm swept through the sky, and the sword suddenly appeared, annihilating the world.

The sky dome became more and more broken, and it was torn apart, and immediately on those fragments, one after another sharp edges swept by, and they turned into nothing.

The wind was raging, setting off stormy waves, and one after another sword rays followed, and the storm gathered sword rays and swept the heavens and the earth.

The waves were monstrous, but the waves no longer fell, but were blown and annihilated by the violent sword storm.

The sea level is slowly falling, and the sky is becoming more and more crumbling.

At this moment, time seems to have no meaning, and within the vast and fragmented realm of consciousness, the storm is raging and gradually disappearing.

The realm of consciousness disappeared, and in the ethereal moment, only a dark vortex slowly turned, and when wisps of vitality emanated, they were crushed by the sword.

Those sword storms all rushed into the whirlpool and entered the Mind Realm!

In the gray and misty mental realm, there is no life. Above the Nine Heavens, a broken altar sits, and a remnant monument stands on it.

Above the altar, a nine-inch-nine-inch figure sat cross-legged, with a delicate little face stiff, like a puppet.

The soul of a person who has not consciously entered the Lord is just a treasure that the world cannot seek!

The human soul sits in the void, and above the head, a small floating statue slowly rotates, and wisps of mysterious rhyme fall, enveloping the human soul and making it endless.

And an inch below the human soul, there was a black cloud and mist wriggling, exuding a terrifying death aura, enough to make ordinary monks wither!

Thundered!

The originally calm Mind Realm made a loud noise, the gray mist stirred in all directions, and a white storm suddenly appeared, tearing everything apart.

The thick gray haze thinned and was rapidly disappearing.

The moment the gray mist completely disappeared in the Mind Realm, the storm had reached the ninth day and appeared under the altar.

Roar!

The storm roared and swept away from the sky. However, a strange scene happened.

Those storm of swords raged through the altar! as if the broken altar was not here!

Rumble!

A terrifying storm washed over the human soul, causing ripples. However, the sword did not hurt the human soul, but was resisted by the floating slaughter.

Futu shook slightly, and wisps of mysterious rhyme fell down, covering the human soul and blocking everything.

Zheng!

A sword slashed down on the bright yellow halo, making a sonorous sound, and the halo rippled without shattering.

At this time, the sword rays converged like a dragon and swept in.

Zheng!

The sharp sword slashed on the halo, and the crisp stabbing sound resounded for nine days, resounding in all directions.

The halo rippled endlessly, and the floating slaughter trembled more and more intensely. And the sword still struck the black cloud beneath Fu Tu Fearless, shuttling through, making it float.

The sound of piercing the golden cracked stone was endless, and it did not stop, and the halo fell from the floating slaughter, and the shaking became more and more intense, and as time flowed, there was a soft sound, and the halo broke.

Phew!

A sword flashed brightly, slashing across the cheeks of the human soul, and the colorless soul blood appeared, and the human soul was injured.

But this is not the end, it is just the beginning.

Boom!

The bright sword rays gathered the sword storm, swept the entire realm of the mind, and the sound of the sword roared high-pitched, resounding for nine days, spreading in all directions.

Suddenly, dense openings appeared on the human soul's body, and the blood of the colorless soul flowed, and then dripped on the black clouds, sneering.

However, more of them were shattered by the sword and turned into powder.

The human soul has no flesh and bones, and the whole body is full of incomparable soul power, Futu Fearless has died, and the ten sources have long been missing, perhaps entering the Yellow Spring, re-entering reincarnation, or perhaps having been erased by that person.

As the sword fell, the wounds were dense, and the soul blood was gone!

However, the sword was still raging in this world, whistling past, slashing down on the human soul, and the sound was endless.

While!

Poof!

The dull and thick sound of collision sounded, this is the sword and the floating slaughter, like the sound of a hidden weapon entering the body, this is the black cloud being torn apart by the sword, and then gathering again, and then being torn again, and so on.

"Buzz~!"

Suddenly, a buzzing sound sounded in the world where the sword was roaring, and in an instant, the sword suddenly paused and eclipsed.

Instantly, a white flame flew from the remnants of the monument and landed on the wounded human soul.

Zheng!

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