Weakness, prostration, and powerlessness are the feelings of Lin Zixuan's transformation into mortals, and the special power is wrapped around his body, as if his fate is controlled by others, which makes him extremely uncomfortable at the same time, there is also a sense of fear.

This fear comes from the floating seven swords, and it also comes from the powerful existence hidden in the shadows!

"This ...... This is the ancient Buddha's mantra at the end of the ancient Dharma period, this mantra comes out, if the words are followed, the requirements of the spell caster are not met, this mantra will exist until the end of his life! The old man's voice trembled.

"Vicious and evil, this is not a test of inheritance at all, this is obviously an alternative curse, and the way to break it, in addition to unlocking the Seven Absolute Sword Formation, is to believe in it, let this curse dissipate with your cultivation, and finally completely become an ordinary person."

"But doesn't that achieve the purpose of the spellcaster?! Damn, damn it! The monk who created this spell has lost his conscience and humanity! The voice muttered to itself, very angry.

"Lin boy, it's up to you, the old man really can't help." After speaking, the voice gradually disappeared in Lin Zixuan's sea of knowledge.

The seven swords exuded a dazzling colorful color, and the faint coercion made Lin Zixuan feel inexplicably palpitating, as if as long as he showed resistance, he would be wiped out by it in an instant.

"This is not a test, nor a grinding, but a selection related to life and death, under the guise of inheritance, he actually chooses monks whose natural heart meets his requirements, and there is only one reason for this, that is, he is very weak, so weak that he only has a soul body left, and he wants to take it away!" Lin Zixuan's back was cold, this kind of guess was extremely accurate, but there was a doubt, that is, why was the previous sword cultivation interrupted by himself but unharmed?

Could it be that this test varies from person to person? That sword cultivator's talent is not as high as mine, and the formation corresponding to him is relatively weak. Lin Zixuan thought in his heart, this so-called kendo inheritance was actually an unfathomable trap, waiting for many geniuses to throw themselves into the net.

At the same time, in a closed space in Wanyuan Sword Mountain, this place was filled with monstrous sword intent, and there were tens of thousands of sword qi condensed into a sword path storm that constantly tore apart the void, but the broken space fragments were restored in an instant, making this level of cutting endless!

In the center of the storm, there was a scrawny gray-robed old man, and if you looked closely, you would find that this terrifying and terrifying sword aura was actually oozing from the pores around the old man's body.

The old man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and a fine light shot out of his eyes, like two sharp swords piercing through the void, making the scene of the stone platform outside clearly appear in his mind, and then, his face seemed to twitch, and then the corners of his shriveled mouth raised slightly.

"A glass sword spirit, and a junior who comprehends the power of space, it seems that the quality of this session is much better than before!" The old man's eyes showed excitement, and he spoke hoarsely.

"Both of them have good talent and understanding, it depends on who has the best heart and can take the lead in passing the Seven Absolute Sword Formation arranged by the old man."

Suddenly, his gaze shrank, and all his attention was focused on Lin Zixuan, "It's strange, how can this kid have so many elemental origin imprints, even some ancient families that have been inherited for thousands of years don't have such a big deal, unless he is a member of that clan." ”

The old man's face was a little worried, if he was really a member of that clan, then Lin Zixuan's identity must be special, and his experience must be accompanied by a strong man, and attacking him by himself is tantamount to pulling teeth from the tiger's mouth.

"Looks like this has to be discussed in the long run!" The old man spoke lightly, and his eyes flashed with a glint of light.

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"Red represents joy, gray represents anger, cyan represents sorrow, white represents sorrow, black corresponds to fear, yellow corresponds to desire, and finally pink is love." Lin Zixuan looked at the color emanating from the Seven Swords and fell into deep thought.

"The four emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow are not difficult to quit." Lin Zixuan pointed, and when he touched the red long sword, the joy in his body suddenly disappeared, as if he had been taken out of thin air.

At this moment, Lin Zixuan found that he forgot to laugh, even if something happened that made him very happy, his mood would not fluctuate in the slightest.

Lin Zixuan didn't hesitate, he touched his hand to the white sword, his body shook, and the anger disappeared, then he touched the cyan, and finally the gray.

The disappearance of the four emotions one after another made the four of the seven swords dim, and also made Lin Zixuan lose his feelings, and from Lin Zixuan's life, there will no longer be joy, forgiveness, sorrow, and sorrow.

"I have broken four of the seven absolutes, and the rest is fear, desire and love, but these last three swords seem to be a little different." Lin Zixuan observed the dazzling light released and said in his heart.

"Lin boy, do what you can, according to the old man's intuition, the remaining three swords are by no means so simple." The old voice reminded solemnly.

"I know, but Lin has already ridden the tiger and can't help himself, no matter what, I have to give it a try." Lin Zixuan shook his head, and after that, he pointed towards the black long sword.

Suddenly, his soul seemed to be sucked away, and then his mind swirled, and another moment, his body appeared in the lonely grave.

There was a blood moon hanging on the gray night, the desolate wind whined and whistled, blowing the leaves of the trees rustling, and there was a strange and eerie laughter mixed with a miserable cry, which made Lin Zixuan have goosebumps all over his body.

This is the fear from the bottom of my heart, and it is also Lin Zixuan's powerlessness as a mortal.

"If you cut off your fear, why don't you forcibly cut it off, why bother to let Lin experience it for himself?" Looking at the countless low tombs, Lin Zixuan thought of the Forest of Death, but this horror was completely different.

The former is evil, the latter is treacherous!

The wind blew out the smell of blood that permeated the tomb, making the heavens and the earth dull and depressing, and suddenly, the tomb bag closest to Lin Zixuan suddenly broke, and the black soil rolled down in all directions, followed by dark red viscous blood, which made Lin Zixuan's body freeze and even his brain froze.

Endless black qi permeated from the grave, condensing into a black shadow in mid-air, and then stretched out its long, white and slender arms, followed by the bone-thin legs, except for the lack of a head, which made it look extremely incongruous.

"It's not a demon, it's not like a ghost, but it makes me feel deeply afraid."

Looking at the black shadow, a light appeared in Lin Zixuan's eyes, it was enlightenment, "This black long sword is clearly copying the illusion I am afraid of, infinitely magnifying the fear in my heart, making it appear in front of my eyes, making me sink and fall in fear." ”

With the laughter and crying coming to an abrupt end, a powerful wave emanated from the black shadow, which became clearer and clearer in Lin Zixuan's mind, until it instantly became dominant, and the headless man quickly rushed forward......