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"Smack!"

Wang Mu stomped on the ground, and finally heard the only sound in this empty world.

In this world, there is no aura and no sound...... Although the naked eye can see that there are endless clouds outside, they are as if they are still and have never moved a bit.

If it weren't for the fact that his heartbeat was still there, if it weren't for the faint light that the golden sword talisman still exuded, Wang Mu would have almost gone crazy!

This space was so strange that he couldn't calm down, and he originally planned to meditate and cultivate until the evening, but after a while, he was awakened by an inexplicable feeling of depression.

This is a feeling of being abandoned by the world, more frightening than the loneliness of retreat and cultivation, Wang Mu survived a few hours like this, and then the sky darkened, and the night came!

The last thing you want is happening right in front of your eyes.

Darkness, endless darkness, bottomless darkness.

Even if Wang Mu immediately summoned a fireball, it would be instantly annihilated because there was no aura here, and in the end, only that sword talisman would always accompany him.

"Where is this like a place where great power can be ascensed, what sword skills can be learned here?" Wang Mu had countless thoughts flashing through his heart.

Wang Mu waited all night until the sky was getting brighter, and there was no gain!

But if he wants to admit defeat and give up the opportunity to learn the sword technique, he will never be willing to do it, not to mention that he has come, if he doesn't bring something back, I'm afraid that he will still leave an indelible shadow on his cultivation path, this problem is almost negligible, but in the big way, it is possible to affect his condensation of the true pill and the achievement of the Yuan Infant in the future!

Wang Muyi gritted his teeth and simply lay on his back on the platform, facing the end of the heavenly dome, challenging with endless loneliness and emptiness.

......

Heavenly Sword Peak Spring Valley, this is Zhang Chunqiu's cultivation place, outside a grass house, there is a middle-aged man, if Wang Mu is here, he will definitely be able to recognize that it is this person who took him through the teleportation array.

The middle-aged man looked respectful, and he didn't know how long he had been standing here.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of wind from the direction of the grass house, and the middle-aged man was shocked, and hurriedly saluted, "The disciple has seen the master!"

There was a silence in the grass hut, and then a deep man's voice came out: "How many days has that person been at the top of the sword?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and replied, "Back to Master, today is already the thirteenth day!"

"Is there anything abnormal?" the voice resounded in the void.

"Returning to the master, the land of the top of the sword is as calm as ever, but that kid looks a little impatient!" the middle-aged man thought for a moment and said.

"Oh, what did he do?"

"That Wang Mu was safe a few days ago, but later he first looked up to the sky and roared, screamed and scolded, and even made his own alchemy and fighting methods...... "The middle-aged man knew the power of his master very well, and he didn't dare to hide anything, and explained everything that happened to Wang Mu on the top of the sword one by one.

At this time, there was silence for a long time on the grass house.

"He's the only one on the top of the sword, so how does he fight?"

The middle-aged man slowly recalled, and responded: "He has cast all kinds of spells to attack himself, and even injured himself with his sword!"

"It's kind of interesting!" a long laugh came from the grass.

......

On the top of the sword, Wang Mu once again used the Five Elements Spell to baptize himself in turn, since he couldn't calm down and cultivate here, it was always okay to harm himself, right?

The cultivation of the Sanskrit Saint Demon Skill happened to be somewhat in line with the current situation, when Wang Mu got the inheritance of the Ancient Monk Sanskrit Demon Skill, the Gu Monk tempered himself in a barren and dark place, and finally broke through.

The only problem is that the mana consumed by cultivating Wang Mu here is more than ten times that of the outside, and in just these ten days of cultivating the Brahma Saint Demon Skill, dozens of bottles of pills have been consumed, all because the aura is isolated here, so that he even has to rely on the spirit pill to support his basic cultivation.

It was precisely because Wang Mu cultivated the Brahman Saint Demon Skill in this way that he had survived the difficult ten days, and finally on the night of the eighteenth day, this piece of heaven and earth had finally changed.

Wang Mu's spirit has always been in a tense state, and when this change appeared, he turned over and stood up.

At the end of the dark night, there was a faint light!

This bit of light flickered like a star, if it was placed in other places, Wang Mu would not look at it, but today Wang Mu didn't dare to blink his eyes, for fear of missing any detail.

After a few hours, even Wang Mu's current stamina felt dizzy, but after holding on for so long, he came to the conclusion: "This light is moving!"

In the endless dark world, a little starlight appeared, and it was still moving towards itself, which made Wang Mu's silent heart become reinvigorated.

......

On the Heavenly Sword Peak, when the middle-aged man was looking at a spirit mirror, he suddenly found that the entire mirror was flashed by a strong light, and then he could no longer see the situation inside.

"Oops, the master has made it clear that he must be optimistic about this kid, if something goes wrong...... I can't get rid of it!" The middle-aged man took out a jade talisman and casually punched out a spiritual trick.

Shout!

The light of the jade talisman dimmed, but the middle-aged man was still in place, only to hear him mutter: "Even the teleportation talisman has failed, what happened on the top of this sword!"

The middle-aged man got up suddenly, and before leaving, he glanced at the spirit mirror again, but unfortunately, this spirit mirror became like a blank paper, and there was nothing to see on it.

Swish!

The middle-aged man escaped and galloped directly in the direction of Spring Valley.

When the middle-aged man came to the grass hut where the master was, he saw another person.

A white-haired old man was sitting opposite Heavenly Sword Ancestor Zhang Chunqiu, and the two of them were playing there at some point.

A person who can play chess with Shizun, the middle-aged man knows his identity with his feet, but after all, observing Wang Mu is an order from Shizun, he doesn't dare to slack off.

The middle-aged man waited for a long time in the open space outside the grass house, and finally took the risk and walked directly in.

"Master, on top of that sword...... I can't see anything anymore, and even the teleportation charm is gone!"

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, he was sent out by a soft force, and at the same time, Zhang Chunqiu's secret technique of transmission sounded in his heart:

"Let's go down!"

At this time, the game between the two finally came to a conclusion, Zhang Chunqiu put a handful of white seeds back into the chess cup, and said with a dumb smile: "Master, my unworthy disciple has made you laugh!"

This white-haired old man was the only remaining god true monarch Qing Yuanzi of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, he glanced at Zhang Chunqiu, shook his head and said, "This chess can go on!"

Zhang Chunqiu raised his head slightly, glanced at the top of a distant mountain, and said, "Yes, the sword peak has reappeared with starlight, this is the first time in a hundred years!"

Qing Yuanzi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said lightly: "What...... Remember when you were at the top of the sword?"

"Perhaps!" Zhang Chunqiu looked at the sky and muttered.