Qing Ming's voice was very soft, not too loud.

But it's only compared to those roaring loud noises, and almost all the remaining people present are first-class, and second-class martial artists at the most.

They heard each other's words clearly.

They have been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and they will naturally know some of the past events in the rivers and lakes.

One hundred and thirty-eight years ago, the founding ancestor of the Taibai Sword Sect, the imperial sword soared, becoming the last recorded sword immortal from now on.

No one doesn't know about this past, even if they didn't know it before, but in the past two years, the Taibai Sword Sect has been re-active in people's sights, and more or less, they have learned about it.

They naturally knew about that Sword Immortal, the founding ancestor of the Taibai Sword Sect.

That's where the yearning of many swordsmen on the rivers and lakes lies.

The sun soars, the sword walks, steps into the gate of heaven, and achieves a free sword immortal.

But the words they heard from Qing Ming's mouth at this moment were shattered in an instant.

Many people are puzzled, why?

Why does ascension mean death?

Isn't it just to be able to step into the gate of heaven and become an immortal? Why do you still die?

Zhang Mingxuan, who was far away, had a complicated expression, and there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

He knows.

What a beautiful lie it is.

There is luck in the world, everyone's luck is very different, some people are like peaks, some people are like pillars, some people are like wisps of smoke, some people are ethereal, and ordinary people are no different.

Why is it that for thousands of years in the world, most of the time, only three or five land immortals can be produced in a generation, which is not easy?

And often these three or five land immortals are not the same sect, often there are sword immortals, there are spear immortals, there are pure martial artists who break the enemy with two fists, and there are people from the three religions of Confucianism and Taoism.

It's all because of luck.

There is so much luck in the same era, there are so many resources, taking the sword immortal as an example, piling up a sword immortal, it is already at the top, and there is no other possibility to achieve the second sword immortal.

This illusory luck is obviously not directly related to people's talents and talents, but it invisibly determines a person's fate.

Now the rivers and lakes are in the heyday of luck, so there are more demon geniuses, and there may be more land immortals who have ascended in the end.

But so what?

There is luck in the world, and there is naturally it in the sky, and it is even more prosperous.

Heavenly immortals, feed on the luck of the world!

If it was thousands of years ago, mortals still had the possibility of ascending, but after a thousand years, the heavens were saturated with luck, but the possibility was completely cut off.

Because the saturation of luck means that the position of the immortals is full.

There is no room for the rest of the new immortals, because of the limited luck, every time there is one more, there is one less point for oneself.

Of course, except for the saints of the three religions, all of them are thorough avenues, and there are countless believers in the world, so naturally there is no shortage of luck.

Ye Wuwu was silent for a while, a somewhat stiff smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head slightly, as if he didn't care.

He really didn't care too much.

It's not that Ye Wuwu is cold by nature, it's just that he hasn't seen that ancestor, and he doesn't know what kind of person the ancestor is, and he doesn't have any extra feelings other than respect.

So he showed a rather casual smile towards the sword immortal in the sky, and then raised his eyebrows.

"So you're telling me this, do you want me to let me know that I'm too white sword intent invincible in the world?"

After all, even the great sword immortal in front of him praised the unique traceless sword intent, how could it not be regarded as invincible in the world?

Qing Ming's smile converged, and his eyes were a little gloomy.

He said indifferently.

"If your Sword Immortal Ancestor knew that there was such an unfilial son as you, he would definitely regret it."

Ye Wuwu was a little helpless, he didn't know if it was his mental effect or it was true, he felt that the coercion around him had weakened a little.

But it's still the same, the qi in the body is solidified, and it can't mobilize the slightest sword intent.

Ye Wuwu thought very openly, so he even stretched out his hands and stretched his waist widely, and the bones of his body crackled.

It's so comfortable.

Since entering the island, he has been fighting and killing, and he has never stopped, and his body has long been exhausted.

Now it's really comfortable to stretch your muscles and bones.

Anyway, I can't resist at this moment, Ye Wuwu pursed his lips and said casually.

"My ancestor? If my ancestor knew that there was such an apprentice as me, I am afraid that he would have jumped out of the coffin with joy. ”

The people around were a little dumbfounded.

Feng Yun, Shang Lu, Zhang Mingxuan, and even Bai Ye......

All looked a little strange, looking at Ye Wuwu.

This kid...... Why are you so relaxed, don't you live long enough?

How could they know what Ye Wuwu was thinking.

The qi is solidified, and the qi in the body can't be mobilized in the slightest, and even the sword qi and even the bluestone inkstone can't be exerted.

Anyway, he was going to die, and Ye Wuwu felt that it was better to relax than to make his head hurt with a solemn expression.

The Tsing Yi Sword Immortal who was high in the air seemed to be a little angry at the moment, and could only say the word "good" a few times, then raised the sword in his hand and handed it to Ye Wuwu.

He was really a little annoyed, this only the kid who blew snow, for some reason his thoughts were a little novel and jumpy, and he felt that he was not on the same channel at all.

But if you are familiar with Ye Wuwu, you will know that Ye Wuwu's thinking has never been on the same channel as them.

The sword qi is not sharp at all, but it is a little cold and piercing, and the momentum is not too imposing.

But no one dared to doubt the power of that sword.

Compared to the previous two finger swords, this sword was much stronger.

This is already a sword back to basics.

The Great Sword Immortal is beyond the existence of heaven and man in the sky, even if at this moment in this world, there is only the realm of land immortals, but the sword intent is not less at all.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were bright, and he looked up at the sword.

There was no panic in his eyes, no sadness and no despair.

It's just a little bit of a loss.

I don't know what happened to Weiwei's girl now, but I want to see her in the end.

It's just that, it's better not to see it, if Lu Caiwei is here, I'm afraid that she will have to fight to avenge herself or something, and then it will just be for nothing.

As long as the junior sister is alive, there is hope.

So, Ye Wuwu closed his eyes.

Thundered!!!

The entire island shook violently, and even ordinary people who had not cultivated could feel it clearly.

This radius of hundreds of miles is no longer a single tree.

All of them were shattered by the continuous fighting before, and even the soil was turned over and over again and exploded many times.

Ye Wuwu waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the arrival of the sword.

So, he opened his eyes.

(End of chapter)