On the vast land of Shenzhou, all the monks who have entered the body and stepped into the path of cultivation have the ultimate goal of becoming holy.

Saint, infinite existence in a finite world!

But it is difficult to become holy, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, thousands of catastrophes are difficult to add to the body, on the nine-fold ladder, if you don't succeed, you will die directly, since ancient times, such as Bai Mingxiu and countless other amazing and brilliant people have died with hatred.

But for Murong He of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, his advantage in attacking the position of a saint was much greater than that of the rest, because behind it there was a whole infinitely profound Burial Sword Lake, and there were countless Dao Soul Swords in the lake, condensing all the sword essence of the entire vast land of Shenzhou.

Raise a lake with a lake, raise a lotus with a lake, and raise a person with a lotus.

It is no exaggeration to say that Murong He, who was favored by the entire Shenzhou Vast Land Sword Dao, once he stayed in this Qinglian Barrier and was not born, when the Qinglian was fully blooming, his chances of becoming holy would increase hundreds or thousands of times.

The stronger the cultivator, the more he understands how important this opportunity is once he reaches the later stage of cultivation, because in the face of the heavenly barrier of sanctification, the level of talent is all floating clouds.

But Murong He's choice was unexpected, but it was reasonable, and in the face of this situation, people at different levels reacted differently to these two choices.

Shan Wenbai can be called a great master, who combined the ancient bloodline surnamed Jiang and the supreme talent of the Ying clan of the previous dynasty to relive a whole life, and cooperated with the person in the mirror, and once again cultivated to the peak of the half-saint who was only one step away from the bridge of heaven and earth, so he knew how strong the desire for a saint was for a person in the realm of his ordinary, which seemed to be the most domineering and irresistible addiction in this world, and he was willing to give up everything for it.

Therefore, in his opinion, it was so inconceivable that Murong He would give up the position of a saint for the sake of his disciple, so when that hand stretched out from the green lotus and shook it, Shan Wenbai's eyes flashed with an incredible color for a moment, and then immediately resisted the girl Jiansheng in front of him, trying to use it as a shield and retreat outward.

But it was too late, Murong He's outstretched right hand, just like the sword qi that was constantly shrouded around him, showed a pure and flawless cyan, but the palm of this hand had an extremely thick callus, because it was a hand holding a sword.

There is a cocoon in the hand and a sword in the heart!

Just when this thought was difficult to react, a sword gathered in Murong He's hand from within the green lotus, this sword was golden and green throughout, and it was naturally carved with petal lotus flowers blooming outward, if you have to use words to describe it.

Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons!

As soon as this Qinglian Sword came out, a golden light lit up in the void, and its speed seemed to ignore the laws of time and space within the Great Dao, and before Shan Wenbai could react, it instantly penetrated the latter's chest.

In the next second, a thick and calm, but infinitely sharp voice resounded throughout the sky:

"The sword would rather be bent than bent, so no matter what your purpose is, I, Murong He, will only do one thing, and that is to draw the sword. ”

With this soft roar, this blue light, Shan Wenbai held the girl's hand and let go, and then the sword fell from the air and smashed on the surface of the lake, even if the girl's heart was as hard as iron, at this time her eyes were still blurred by tears, holding her hands tightly, controlling her body not to sink to the bottom of the lake.

Behind Jian Sheng, Shan Wenbai lowered his head and looked at the fist-sized hole in his chest in disbelief, just now, where it was completely pierced by the Qinglian Sword, and at the same time, the internal organs in his body were annihilated.

The gray hair behind Shan Wenbai, which was originally like a needle prick, seemed to have directly lost the strength of support, slowly hung down, and turned gray in an instant, and then Shan Wenbai raised his head, looked at the green lotus in front of him, and the sword, and muttered:

"Murong He, you actually gave up this once-in-a-million chance of sanctification, and completely released the supreme power of the entire Qinglian in an instant, just to kill me?"

"Since you draw your sword, then naturally you will forget about life and death, and go all out, and I am angry, so angry that I don't want you to live even a breath in this world. ”

Murong He's faint voice fell, and in the center of the lake, the budding green lotus began to crumble little by little from the outermost petals, like an incomparably exquisite porcelain, gradually turning into powder and drifting away, and at the same time, the entire Burial Sword Lake began to tremble violently, and the countless swords inserted at the bottom of the lake all emitted an extremely sharp whistling sword roar.

At the same time, in the sound of this sword, there was a strong emotion, anger, and poignant, seeing that this green lotus was about to bloom, but at this last moment, it fell short, and this situation made the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain and the sword path inheritance line fall into unparalleled madness.

Shan Wenbai's move almost cut off the opportunity for a saint to appear in the sword path, because it would take countless years for the sword lake to form such a large-scale kendo heritage, which is a pity!

The blue lotus petals were broken one after another, and the terrible sound of the sword came one after another, and the tears that flowed from the eyes of the girl Jiansheng were even worse, and then the girl raised her hand, stretched out her front weakly, let the tears fall, and kept opening her mouth to cry:

"Don't dissipate, don't, don't!"

The girl knew how much effort and sweat the entire Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion had put in, and she knew that her master had been fishing beside this Burial Sword Lake for nearly twenty years before she could get this opportunity for the Holy Lotus to become a saint.

And now, everything was shattered and disillusioned in front of him like a bubble, not only the sword students, but also the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were still conscious by the lake couldn't help but shed two lines of blood and tears.

Murong He slashed out the entire Qinglian sword power with a sword, so the speed at which the cyan lotus in the center of the lake collapsed faster and faster, and after a few breaths, the figure of a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground was revealed.

The man's face was ordinary, and he was still wearing a robe, just like a folk of Great Xia, an extremely ordinary fisherman, but at this time, the eyes on his face were as sharp as condensing into substance, and his gaze looked directly at the mountain Wenbai who was still standing in place, and even the void was cut off.

Then a stream of blood spilled forward from the corner of Shan Wenbai's mouth, and he continued to ask:

"I'm from the White Emperor Palace, and you dare to kill me?"

"Hindering people from becoming enlightened, for the sake of life and life, I Murong He not only want to kill you, but also kill you in the next life, the next life, and if you want to use me to achieve a certain goal, such as the golden cicada shelling, then all the people who use swords in the entire vast land of Shenzhou will regard you as a must-kill enemy. ”

After Murong He finished speaking, he raised his head, and a blue light lit up again in the void, Shan Wenbai's head separated, and his entire body smashed backwards into the lake, and in the next breath, countless sword souls in the lake released infinite sword qi at the same time, cutting his body into powder.