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Chapter 116: Remnant Soul

For the next whole day, Ye Xiaochuan spent the whole day in a state of panic, and he was now almost certain that the remnant soul of the Sword God predecessor was no longer in the Bladeless Ancient Sword, but was integrated into his body.

Is the worst thing going to happen?

Ye Xiaochuan has always been worried about the remnant soul of the Sword God senior, in case of bad intentions, it is very likely to be reborn, at first he thought that the Sword God predecessor was just a soul and a soul, and after many years, not long after awakening, it should be completely wiped out.

It wasn't until today that the somewhat familiar man's voice suddenly appeared in his mind, and he knew that the remnant soul of the Sword God predecessor was not only not extinguished, but lived freely in his body.

In the middle of the night, Ye Xiaochuan sat cross-legged on the wooden bed and meditated, his mind once again immersed in his body, trying to find the traces of the remnant soul of the sword god's predecessor.

As a result, after searching for two or three hours, the remnant soul seemed to be not in his body at all, and he couldn't find any clues anyway.

Ye Xiaochuan was depressed and anxious in his heart, and muttered to himself: "How good is this! There is another soul living in my body, hey, it is really eight lifetimes of blood mold! Sword God senior, come out, don't scare me, I'm timid, don't be scared!"

He shouted a few words, thinking that there was no response as before, but suddenly the voice sounded in his soul again.

Said: "Are you kid finished?" I Si Tufeng, fighting the three realms of swords, crisscrossing the six realms, has long seen through reincarnation, and disdains such despicable things as taking away the soul and destroying it. What's more, I'm just a soul and a soul now, and I'm going to turn into smoke completely in the near future, and even if I want to, I don't have the ability. ”

The voice of the sword god appeared again, but Ye Xiaochuan was not surprised, but then his face was sloppy, and he said extremely depressed: "Senior, you will deceive people, last time in the Bladeless Sword Spirit Gathering Array, you said that you have lost your soul, why are you still alive now?"

The voice said quietly: "Although this is just a wisp of my remnant soul, I have already broken through the reincarnation heavenly path before my death, and my soul is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary monks, and at the current dissipation rate, I will completely disappear in three or five months." ”

Ye Xiaochuan was overjoyed and said, "Really?"

The sword god said: "Maybe three or five years." ”

The joy that Ye Xiaochuan had just felt was immediately poured down by a basin of cold water, and it was cold to his heart. As the saying goes, it is easy to invite the gods and it is difficult to send the gods, and it seems that this sword god senior does not plan to go out of his body in a short time.

He said cautiously: "Senior, do you want to discuss it, you continue to stay in the Bladeless Sword Gathering Spirit Array, my temple is too small to accommodate your great god." ”

The sword god said slowly: "I have waited for six thousand years, and there is finally a person who inherits Wufeng, and now I already feel that the seal of the dust is beginning to loosen, I must increase your cultivation in the only short time left, at least to the realm where you can re-seal and cut the dust, didn't you tell me last time, do you want to become a peerless master in the world? I can help you." ”

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Senior, it's not that I look down on you, you are now a wisp of remnant soul, and you have no mana, the classics you have learned and recorded on the cliff wall, I have already memorized it backwards, what else can you teach me?"

The sword god said: "Do you think that the cultivation book on the stone wall is mine?"

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, and said strangely: "Isn't it?"

The sword god said lightly: "Not all. ”

Ye Xiaochuan's face changed slightly, and he said, "Impossible, the Bladeless Sword was found by me on that stone wall, and it should have been carved by you." ”

Sword God said: "Those cultivation classics are true that I left behind, but not all of what I have learned, such as magic circles, seals, pills, talismans, imperial beasts and other thaumaturgy, but I have never recorded them on the stone wall. I can pass on these powers to you. You help me re-seal and cut the dust, which is also self-help for you. ”

Ye Xiaochuan said: "What? Self-help? I have nothing to do with cutting dust." ”

The sword god smiled and said: "No, you may not understand, the two Nine Heavens Divine Weapons of Chopping Dust and Wufeng did not appear in the hands of me and Qing Lian at the earliest, before that, they have been circulating in the world for more than three thousand years, as for the origin, no one knows, just like the cadre and Mo Xie, but a pair of grudges entangled in the third world and seven lives, I and Xuan Nian are the sixth life, you and the master of the Dust Slashing Divine Sword, Yun Qiyou, are the seventh life, this is your life, you can't hide." ”

Ye Xiaochuan's face changed instantly, and he suddenly thought of the memory fragment between the Sword God Predecessor and the Broken Mind Fairy that suddenly appeared in his mind during the battle with Chen Mo yesterday.

At that time, the Broken Mind Fairy had said something similar, as if she and the Sword God were the sixth life, and there was also a life of Yunyun.

Ye Xiaochuan said coldly: "Senior, what do you mean by this?"

The sword god echoed: "The master of the Wufeng and the dust swords, the first six lives did not end well, although the love between each other is unforgettable, but in the end, either the master of Wufeng died in the hands of the master of the dust, or the master of the dust died in the hands of the master of Wufeng, ninety-nine to one, the seventh generation to dissolve, according to the results of the reincarnation of the predecessors of the Tiangang Divine Calculation, to resolve the grievances between the two divine swords, it takes nine thousand nine hundred years, to experience the reincarnation of the seventh generation, you are the last life, how many years have you counted?"

Ye Xiaochuan snapped his fingers and muttered, "More than three thousand years, plus more than six thousand years, almost ten thousand years...... Ahh

Ye Xiaochuan cried out in a lost voice.

When the sword god Situ Fengfeng got this sword, this sword had been circulated for more than 3,000 years, plus more than 6,000 years when it was sealed and silent in the back mountain, it was almost 9,900 years!

The sword god senior smiled sadly, and said with a slight hoarseness: "Now you know that you are afraid, the resentful couple of the three lives and seven lives, this is the entangled evil fate between you and the cloud begging ghost, this is your life! You are just humble mortals, and you can't change your life against the sky! Only according to what I said, before the dust slashing magic breaks through the seal, re-seal it, and the two of you may have a glimmer of life." Otherwise, after all, you will be the same as the master of the two swords, one of you will die under the sword of the other party, and the one who survives will also drink the sword and kill himself, or sink into the demon sea and fall into the hell forever!"

His voice, in the end, was a little crazy and excited, and there was some heart-rending pain and helplessness.

Six thousand years, sixty years in the world is a Jiazi, regarded as a reincarnation, a hundred reincarnations have passed, this man is still saddened, as if the loss of his most beloved woman was just yesterday.

In the midst of this crazy excitement and pain, the voice of the sword god senior gradually disappeared.

Ye Xiaochuan came back to his senses and shouted in his heart: "Sword God Senior, Situ Senior, Brother Feng...... Don't hide it, tell me what the hell is going on!"