Inside the Heavenly Gate, Blood Wuli went to the Pill Hall to receive his share of the cultivation pill.

Just after the ban on the formation riot, all the martial artists who have participated in the ban on the formation riot have their own consumption is very serious, so they also need to issue some pills to restore their vitality.

At this time, the bloody shoulder was suddenly patted, and he suddenly trembled, and his figure jumped to the side.

Lin Canglong, who was also a Heavenly Gate Divine General, frowned and said, "Bloodless, what's wrong with you?

Blood Wuli smiled bitterly: "I just experienced such a serious formation riot, and even the door master was injured, I'm just a little worried."

Lin Canglong waved his hand casually and said: "Don't worry too much, this kind of thing is normal, the forbidden formation will have a violent riot from time to time, this time it's just a little too violent."

It's just that you seem to have been like this since you came back from outside last time, what's the matter, your soul is lost outside?"

Blood Wuli reluctantly smiled and said, "General Lin Shen said that I laughed, I have always been like this."

I'll go back first, because of the formation riot before, my strength has been consumed a lot, and now I need to make up for it. ”

As he spoke, he left in a hurry, leaving Lin Canglong with an inexplicable look and muttering: "Shouldn't this kid be dazzled by the outside world of flowers, right? Newcomers are just rare and weird, what's so good outside? How can you be comfortable cultivating in my Heavenly Gate?"

Lin Canglong was only a little curious about Blood Wuli, but he didn't pursue it too much.

Although Lin Canglong said before that this formation riot was a normal thing, in fact, he also knew that this time was actually abnormal.

Every time the formation riot is strong, Jun Wushen will be fine, but this time, Jun Wushen was hit hard, which is a unique thing, which also makes Lin Canglong, who regards Jun Wushen as a god, a little uncomfortable.

Returning to his main hall, Blood Wuli immediately closed the door of the temple and let out a sigh of relief.

He thought that his state of mind was very strong, but in fact, he had been practicing in the Heavenly Gate since he was a child, and the so-called state of mind was nothing more than the willpower that he had exercised in the fighting.

It is indeed powerful enough in normal times, but it is obviously not enough at such times.

Ever since he came back from Chu Xiu last time, he always had a feeling as if he would be pierced at any time, and then tortured by the torture of Tianmen, and he couldn't survive or die.

Even since that time, he has had much less time to sleep, and most of the time he has relied on meditation to regain his energy.

Because once he falls asleep, he dreams of his own exposure.

Lin Canglong saw it right, he was indeed soulless, and if he continued to torture like this, he would probably go crazy!

Even now there is a very radical idea of bloodlessness.

He wanted the gate of heaven to perish sooner.

If one day the Gate of Heaven really falls, he may not have to continue his life so fearfully.

At this moment, Xuewuli's head suddenly hurt, and a voice appeared in his mind, which made Xuewuli extremely frightened, but then he reacted, this turned out to be Chu Xiu's voice!

Only then did he remember that although Chu Xiu had destroyed the prohibition in his mind under the Heavenly Gate last time, Chu Xiu had left another thing in his mind, and now it should be that thing that is also causing trouble.

Before he could speak, Chu Xiu's voice sounded in his ears again.

"Time is pressing, don't say a word of nonsense, I'll just ask you one question, Jun Wushen, what's the situation now?"

Although there was a part of the power of the inner demon in the mind of the blood powerless, the spiritual power consumed to directly transmit the voice to the mind of the blood was too amazing, so Chu Xiu could only save some time.

Blood Wuli was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said, "Door master...... Jun Wushen was injured by the backlash of the formation riot, and the injury was very serious, and that fluctuation had even shaken the entire Kunlun Mountain Range.

At present, the master of the door is in retreat to recuperate, and it is unknown when he will be able to get out. ”

After hearing that Xue Wuli finished saying these words, Chu Xiu cut off the contact, and on Xue Wuli's side, there was a hint of thought in his eyes.

Although there is a general law of formation riots, that law is only rough, and even the exact year cannot be determined, and it is possible that there is a difference of ten or twenty years between them.

So how did Chu Xiu know that something had happened to Jun Wushen?

Even if he could feel the vibration in East Kunlun, how could he be sure that it must be Jun Wushen who had an accident?

This kind of thing made Wu Wuli have a bold guess, but halfway through the guess, he didn't dare to think about it any more.

At this time, after learning about Jun Wushen's state, Chu Xiu was already ready to attack Tianmen!

Taking advantage of Jun Wushen's injury, this is almost Chu Xiu's best opportunity, if he can't destroy the Heavenly Gate this time, I'm afraid that next time, he will have to wait until he steps into the Martial Immortal Seven Heavens.

However, at this time, Chu Xiu needs to plan more, after all, according to what Blood Wuli said, in the entire Heavenly Gate, it is not only the Heavenly Gate Divine Generals who will threaten, but also thousands of martial artists hidden in the secret realm, who are cultivated and killed by the Heavenly Gate.

At this time, in the Nether, in the Fengyun Sword Shrine.

The gloomy black mist shrouded the entire sword mound, and the broken long sword was inserted horizontally and vertically in the sword mound, although it was a scene of sword qi, but at this time it looked gloomy and dilapidated.

Zhong Limu was sitting next to the sword mound, with a look of defeat on his face, obviously his life was not long in coming.

He was a person from the previous era, a disciple of the Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu, and although he did not officially participate in the Great War of the Righteous Demon five hundred years ago, he saw the fall of that generation with his own eyes.

He has survived for so many years by relying on secret methods, but under the punch of Emperor Chen Qing, it shattered the sword heart that he had cultivated for hundreds of years.

Everything is false, everything is just a joke!

What about living for hundreds of years? This world is not stronger than whoever lives longer.

At this time, a young warrior dressed in white and barefoot walked behind Zhong Limu and said softly, "Ancestor, are you looking for me?"

This young man is the Yan Zhi of the Fengyun Sword Shrine, his appearance has not changed in the slightest from more than ten years ago, but his temperament is more calm, and he has also reached the realm of Heaven and Earth Tongxuan, and began to officially take over the Fengyun Sword Shrine and become its leader.

Fengyun Sword Shrine is not so much a sect as a loose alliance, so there is no sect master or anything, but every generation has to elect a person in charge and let him be responsible for dealing with the outside.

Since the battle between the righteous and demons of Fuyu Mountain, Yan Zhi has often appeared on the rivers and lakes, and his ability and strength are very suitable, so it is logical that he began to take charge of the Fengyun Sword Shrine two years ago.

Zhong Limu said lightly: "I'm going to die." ”

Yan Zhi's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Ancestor......"

Zhong Limu waved his hand and interrupted Yan Zhi's words.

"Before, I was able to survive after the Shou Yuan was exhausted, because I refined the sword spirit of the Immortal Sword into my body and replaced the vitality of the dantian.

But Emperor Chen Qingdi's punch has already shattered it completely, so I don't have much time to live, and in the end, I want to give you something. ”

Zhong Limu said, pinching the seal with his hand, and in the entire sword mound, countless long swords were trembling, making a long sword roar.

The black mist swirled and gathered, and finally turned into something in the shape of a black dragon, and let out a sword roar, which resounded throughout the sword shrine.

"What is this?"

Yan Zhi's face was horrified, he could feel that the power emanating from the black dragon was simply amazing.

Zhong Li Mu said: "This is the sword soul, the sword soul born in the entire sword mound!"

Speaking of this, Zhong Limu's tone slowed down, looked ahead, and said slowly: "In the entire Fengyun Sword Shrine, only I know about its existence, in fact, I am selfish.

There are countless buried swords in the sword mound, and countless sword spirits dissipate, and when they accumulate to a certain extent, they will form sword souls.

It's just that this time may take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, so in the Fengyun Sword Shrine, there are very few records about sword souls, and even if they appear, the ancestors of the Fengyun Sword Shrine will not use them.

Only my master, Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu, has created eight thousand sword skills in his life, and in the study of swordsmanship, even the sword saint Gu Qingcheng can't compare to his master.

He discovered the way to refine the sword soul and use the way of the sword soul. ”

Speaking of this, Zhong Limu suddenly looked back at Yan Zhi and said lightly: "But these have been ruined by me, and with the death of the master, no one in the entire Fengyun Sword Shrine knows about this matter except me." ”

Yan Zhimeng was stunned for a moment, wanting to say something, but in the end he held back.

Zhong Limu laughed at himself and said, "You have already guessed right, the reason is very simple, because I have selfish intentions, I want to monopolize the sword soul and reach the legendary realm, to reach the realm that my master has never reached.

So I knew that my longevity was coming to an end, but I didn't choose to carry the sword into the sword shrine to sit down, but chose to refine the immortal sword that had followed me for hundreds of years, and relied on the power of the sword spirit to survive to this day.

But creation makes people, I have waited for so many years, and the sword soul has not been able to condense and form, and it was only after I was broken by Emperor Chen Qing that the sword soul finally took shape.

Perhaps this is providence.

Sacrificing the sword to survive, I no longer have the indomitable spirit of the swordsman in my heart, and there is only greed for vitality and strength.

How can I be worthy of the sword soul condensed by countless kendo masters and countless famous swords in this sword mound?"

Yan Zhi just wanted to say something, Zhong Limu shook his head again and said, "I don't have much time, now you just need to listen."

Wait a minute, I will help you refine the sword soul, you may reach the legendary realm, and the future of the Fengyun Sword Shrine will be in your hands.

I don't know right or wrong, but I don't have a choice.

I have only one request, to bury me next to Master. ”