Wu Qianshu fell to the ground, struggled to get up, looked panicked, hurriedly put Wu Qiansen's body on the stone platform, and whispered to justify: "Is it the junior, is it not the junior, thinking that he actually has the opportunity to fly immortal, his feet are weak, so that a stone trips over, but this sacrifice is still complete, you see, can it be exchanged for a Great Dao rune, even if it is half a junior, I am very grateful!"

The old man was silent for a long time before he said in a gentle tone: "My original remnant soul, although it was extremely powerful in my lifetime, but after thousands of years, there is no one in ten powers, and if you want to condense a Great Dao Talisman, you can only absorb a complete sacrifice."

After speaking, the old man pointed to Wu Qiansen's corpse on the stone platform, and a golden mist wrapped around it like an arm, and after a few breaths, Wu Qiansen's corpse dissolved and disappeared.

As if with the addition of this power, the face of the old man sitting in the center of the stone platform suddenly became clearer.

Wu Qianshu's feet were only half a step away from the stone platform, and he raised his eyes to look at the old man not far away and asked longingly: "How is that good, is it possible that I have no chance to inherit here?"

As he spoke, he took a small step back under his feet, as if he wanted to leave disappointed.

"Slow!"

The old man snorted lightly, and there was a hint of impatience on his blurred face, he waved his hands and said, "Don't leave in a hurry young man, there is still a way, you can get my inheritance."

Wu Qianshu had just withdrawn, and took a step back again and said, "But let me go up to this stone platform, and you will pass it on to me by yourself?"

The old man was slightly stunned, raised his long eyebrows and said, "Yes, why don't you dare?"

Wu Qianshu straightened his bent and respectful waist, changing his weak image just now, his face sneered, and he laughed: "What inheritance is a scam at all, you obviously want to be reborn."

The old man's peaceful face became hideous at this time, and his aura was gloomy and terrifying, and he said with a chatter: "What a cautious young man, I think I do it seamlessly, how did you find the loopholes?"

Wu Qianshu also said with a vicious face: "You are pretending to be perfect, but you can't change your essence, although you are righteous and awe-inspiring on the surface, but there is a hidden aura under it that makes my magic tremble, you and I are fellow cultivators, I only use the corpse in my hand to test your reaction a little, and I know that you just want to take it away."

The old man's mist-like body stood up, he stared at Wu Qianshu and said viciously: "Since you are here, do you still want to go?"

Wu Qianshu pointed to the stone platform two steps away and said disdainfully: "If you can leave this stone platform, you must have left a long time ago, where can you still use the control of demon beasts to plunder flesh and blood sacrifices for you."

Looking at the old man with an extremely angry face, Wu Qianshu chuckled and said, "Actually, I care more about the secret of your hiding place than your threat!"

He raised his white fingers and pointed sharply at the stone platform at the old man's feet.

When the old man's face changed drastically, a scarlet sword qi burst out from the tips of Wu Qianshu's fingers.

The sword qi was scarlet, like smoke and mist, and the sword qi was monstrous, as if countless souls were howling in the sword qi.

Scarlet sword qi flashed over the stone platform of more than ten zhang.

The old man let out a terrible howl, and the golden mist disappeared instantly.

After the sword qi, the stone platform was silently split in two.

A drop of dark golden blood appeared in Wu Qianshu's eyes.

Blood, golden light flashing, the breath is ancient vicissitudes, and there seems to be a faint sound of the avenue ringing endlessly.

Only the blood under the water droplets seems to contain the rules of heaven and earth, containing endless pure spiritual power.

Wu Qianshu looked ecstatic, and a cloud of scarlet smoke rose between his fingers, like a curved silk thread, wrapping the dark golden blood like a cocoon.

The devil in his body "forgetfulness" is running at high speed, and he seems to be full of desire for this drop of blood.

The smoke from Wu Qianshu's fingertips slowly penetrated into the dark golden blood, and after a pillar of incense, the silky smoke pulled out a soul with a face similar to the old man just now in the blood.

Looking at the soul struggling in the silky smoke, Wu Qianshu said mockingly: "It turns out that an acquired remnant soul, I said how come it is so weak that it can't leave the stone platform for half a step, I think it was the battle of the year, this blood was killed by a powerful force to kill the self consciousness, and this trace of remnant soul will be produced in endless months."

The remnant soul was quickly wiped out in the smoke of Wu Qianshu, and he struggled and roared: "Although I am not the original will of this drop of blood, I also know that this blood is definitely not a human race that can be fused, otherwise you will die of a violent heart, the spiritual power in this blood can be fused by the non-human race, instead of killing me, let me serve you!"

Wu Qianshu smiled coldly on his face, his fingers slammed into pieces, and the silky smoke suddenly stirred the remnant soul into countless pieces, which were absorbed by the scarlet smoke.

He opened his mouth to swallow the smoke into his belly, and his face had a hint of intoxication, and this wisp of remnant soul was like the most beautiful food in the world to him.

Looking at the beads of blood flashing with golden light on the tips of his fingers, Wu Qianshu muttered: "Do you die of a violent heart? It's a pity that I don't need to have a heart for my "forgetfulness" magic skill, if a person has a heart, how can he forget his feelings."

He raised a white palm and plunged it into his chest, his face full of hideous faces and a maniacal laugh.

The arm was forced, and a bright red heart was pulled out by him, and the heart was bright red and beating strongly.

Raising his white palm and clenching it hard, the bright red heart turned into countless blood foams and slipped down in the gap between the palms.

He raised his other palm and slammed the dark golden blood beads into the blood hole in his chest, and a cold and ruthless face looked at the towering Sword Peak.

He said without any nostalgia: "Just let me be a heartless person, even if I become a demon from now on, I have no regrets! Lin Fan, you wait for me, your father's sword and my Wu Qianshu will be decided."

The moment the golden blood entered Wu Qianshu's chest, an incomparably evil aura erupted on him like a tsunami.

In the sword ruins, thousands of miles of dead qi rolled like a wave, and countless remnant swords let out a mournful roar.

The wind was blowing, the white bones were flying like powder, and the white bones of countless human races disappeared.

The collapsed and shattered sword peak slowly disintegrated and scattered, as if it was fighting against the injustice of heaven and earth.

Wu Qianshu was laughing wildly at this time, and his aura soared rapidly.

In the Qi Sea Dantian, a dark golden golden pill was actually formed in a few breaths.

His red hair fell off in the wind, revealing his jade-like skin.

In his mind, the magic skill of "Forgetting Love" underwent a transformation, and two big characters full of cold and ruthless fell in front of the word Forgetfulness.

"Too forgetful"

In the Ageless Mountain, Feng Wuxian suddenly felt a flash in his heart, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

At the intersection of the earth and the sky, a scarlet line of blood loomed.

After a long time, Feng Wuxian said to himself with a solemn face: "The sky has changed and people have changed, and the killing of heaven and earth has been thousands of years in advance."