God Emperor

The dim underwater world, the vast and vicissitudes of the tomb forest.

The majestic and huge Sword Mountain stands in the center of the tomb forest. Some of the swords were rusty and had lost their aura, but they flew around it unchanged.

Perhaps, the sword also has obsessions.

As long as the obsession persists, the sword will not be sheathed.

A Le, Cairo Earth Master, and Xue Lang watched as Zhang Ruochen charged all the way, broke through the Sword Path Tomb Forest, and climbed to the top of Sword Mountain. Finally, Zhang Ruochen jumped down from the ancient well on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, Ale faintly saw a woman in white standing under a towering tombstone in the distance.

That tombstone is very close to the place where Zhang Ruochen was cloned by Wan Jian.

In her hand, she held a blood-red sword. She wore a veil on her face, so her true appearance could not be seen.

A Le just blinked and looked again. The female figure in white disappeared, as if he had just hallucinated.

By the way, it must be an illusion.

How could there be a monk who could pass through the Sword Path Tomb Forest silently and reach the tenth tenth of the way?

It can't be the ghost in the tomb, right?

After so many years, even ghosts have been annihilated.

Suddenly, Ah Le's eyes narrowed again, and he saw the woman in white clothes and black hair again. She appeared at the bottom of Sword Mountain, touched the cliff with her fingers, looked up, and was watching something as she walked.

Just for a moment, she disappeared again.

"Did you see a woman at the foot of Sword Mountain?" A Le said.

The Cairo Earth Master was startled, looking at the Sword Mountain in the distance, and shook his head.

The blood wolf standing aside also shook his huge head.

A Le said: "Ever since we came to the bottom of the sea, I always felt that someone was following us. However, I used my mental power to explore, but found nothing. Your mental power is so strong, don't you notice at all?"

Master Cairo smiled coldly: "As a killer, you are different from other monks after all. Because you always wonder if there are other killers hiding in the dark, trying to kill you."

"You mean, I'm too vigilant and suspicious?" A Le said.

Cairo Earth Master said: "As a World Hand with the 69th level of spiritual power, my ability to perceive the world around me is even better than some gods. Even I didn't notice anything. With your cultivation level, how could you possibly notice it?" ?”

"I hope I'm hallucinating."

A Le thought of something. The Dragon Lord said that there would be a new god from the Kunlun Realm secretly helping Zhang Ruochen, but this new god never showed up.

Maybe my perception was not wrong, and what I saw was not an illusion.

…

Human beings have three souls and seven souls.

The soul is divided into heaven soul, earth soul and human soul.

The heavenly soul and the earthly soul are not in the human body.

The spirit of the earth is the shadow beneath your feet.

The Heavenly Soul is part of the Heavenly Dao and cannot be sensed by ordinary monks.

The holy soul of a monk is formed by cultivating a martial soul from the human soul, and then cultivating the martial soul.

As for the Seven Souls, few monks practice it. At least none of the cultivation methods that Zhang Ruochen has been exposed to have the Seven Souls' cultivation method.

This is the first time I heard about Jian Po.

Jumping into the ancient well, Zhang Ruochen seemed to have jumped into a dark and boundless divine sea. Biting-cold seawater came in from all directions, freezing the body to the point where it almost solidified.

In front of my eyes, one scene after another appeared. There are the glorious and magnificent scenes of swordsmanship civilization, the elegance of thousands of swords flying out of the spiritual mountain, and the beauty of a man and a woman practicing sword moves under the sunset on the seaside...

Suddenly, fireballs flew across the sky.

Each fireball is a star of destruction, falling into this world of sword civilization. The earth shakes, volcanoes erupt, and tsunamis hit the sky.

Even the sun hanging high in the sky was broken and opened.

Then black clouds rolled in, covering the sky and the sun.

Between the mountains, in the Sword Palace, deep in the mountains and dangerous valleys, a divine sword flew out and struck the sky. Each has a majestic and sacred figure, standing on the divine sword, rushing towards the billowing black clouds.

From the black cloud, a huge hand reached out.

Suddenly, all those sacred figures exploded into pieces, as if they were made of sand, shattering in the air. Only one sword fell back to the ground. The sword was stained with blood.

…

The picture in front of me is full of destructive atmosphere. All the good things in the world have been destroyed. It is sentimental and sad to see.

The huge palm outside the sky gives people a sense of suffocation, despair and helplessness, as if it is the hand of God. Those it seeks to destroy will surely die.

Zhang Ruochen knew that most of the scenes in front of him were things that had happened before.

A blur of light and shadow appeared in the water. It was an old man with white beard and white hair. His tone was distant and sad, saying: "The sword world is destroyed! There is an invisible hand in the universe, making its own rules. Once something goes too far, This powerful civilization, this civilization, will be destroyed.”

"Is it because it threatens it?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The light and shadow did not answer his question and said: "The fact that you came here with the "Wordless Sword Manual" means that you are destined to be with me. The fact that you carry the sword seal means that you are the guardian of the new generation of civilization in the sword world. You have a fearless spirit and true love. You are not afraid of death and want to save your friends. You are recognized by the entire sword world, so you are qualified to inherit my sword soul."

"The soul of the sword is the spirit of the sword."

"The sword has two sides. One side kills evil in the world, and the other side saves and protects the good in the world. The tip of the sword represents indomitable strength, self-improvement, cutting through the sky, and never giving in even if there is heavy oppression above the head. The sword should be equal. Free, free and easy...the most beautiful..."

"Wow——"

The light and shadow shattered into a shower of light.

The light rain swirled around Zhang Ruochen and rushed into his body.

Zhang Ruochen felt that his body was expanding infinitely, and the sword soul pouring into his body was somewhat similar to the power that Wan Jian had left in his body before, but it was purer and more powerful.

It was so powerful that Zhang Ruochen couldn't bear it.

The sea of ​​qi, internal organs, meridians, bones, blood... Every part of the body is absorbing that power, including the holy soul. His holy soul rapidly strengthened.

Soul! Soul!

The soul never leaves the soul, and the soul never leaves the soul.

"ah!"

Zhang Ruochen let out a long roar and flew towards the mouth of the well.

At the top of Sword Mountain, an extremely bright light pillar shot out of the ancient well.

Zhang Ruochen's body was suspended in the light pillar. The swords that were originally flying around Jianshan rushed towards the light pillar and flew around him. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into the master of the sword world, the young sword god.

"Such a powerful sword power, what kind of opportunity did Zhang Ruochen get?" Cairo Earth Master's eyes were full of jealousy, and he wanted to kill A Le and Xue Lang, rush to the sword mountain, and seize the opportunity.

Ah Le felt the killing intent in him and stared at him.

"Ouch!"

The blood wolf howled loudly, and the Cairo Earth Master held his head in both hands. His holy soul felt like it was being eaten by a pack of wolves, rolling on the ground in pain, and he made begging sounds from his mouth. Finally, he knelt in front of the blood wolf.

"The rules of swordsmanship between heaven and earth have begun to flow. Could it be that...he succeeded?"

A Le's eyes turned to the top of Jian Mountain again.

The rules of swordsmanship between heaven and earth gathered above Zhang Ruochen's head, forming a faint soul shadow.

"He successfully condensed the Heavenly Sword Soul in the Hundred Flails Realm." A smile appeared on the corner of A Le's mouth.

As the Heavenly Soul Sword took shape, all the swords that were originally buried in the tomb broke out of the ground, rushed high into the sky, and turned into rivers of ten thousand swords, flying around Zhang Ruochen.

The power of the Sword Ancestor Sword Soul is too strong, and Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level cannot bear it.

The skin began to explode partially, turning into traces of blood mist.

Just when Zhang Ruochen thought that his physical body was about to be shattered by the power of the sword, the space-time divine mark between his eyebrows started to move quickly, absorbing all the boundless power of the sword.

Zhang Ruochen felt light all over and fell back to the top of Sword Mountain.

The body exudes bright white light. Every ray of light is a sword energy with indestructible power.

"What a powerful sword soul! Only a handful of them have been absorbed by my seven souls, but more are stored in the sea of ​​​​qi, internal organs, meridians, bones, and blood. There are still more parts that have been absorbed by the time and space gods. The mark is absorbed."

Zhang Ruochen touched his eyebrows and decided to ignore the part of the sword soul that was absorbed into the time and space divine martial mark for the time being. He should first control this part of the sword soul in his body before getting down to business.

Otherwise, he would be no different from a hedgehog if he walked out in his current state.

Regardless of whether he is an enemy or a friend, once he is illuminated by the light emanating from his body, he will be injured and no one can get close to him.

"But how can we control the sword soul?"

Just when Zhang Ruochen had doubts, the "Wordless Sword Manual" in the form of a stone sword flew out of the ancient well and was inserted in front of him. On the stone sword, golden characters appeared one by one.

The golden words turned into golden little people, assuming various postures.

"I see."

Zhang Ruochen sat down cross-legged, and according to the words and gestures presented in the "Wordless Sword Manual", he formed sword techniques one after another with his hands.

As for why the sword spirit's cultivation method and control method appear in the "Wordless Sword Manual", it may have something to do with it flying into the ancient well.

time flies.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the top of the Sword Mountain for half a month. The light on his body gradually dimmed, and he retreated into his body, being refined into the Seven Souls by him.

All the seven souls became concrete and turned into seven extremely bright swords, suspended in the sky above the Tongtian River in the air sea.

"It's done!"

Zhang Ruochen stood up, his figure was as outstanding as jade, and his long hair was swaying in the water. Suddenly, with a movement in his heart, he called back the ancient Shen Yuan sword that was traveling with Wanjian back into his hand.

"Swish."

On the stone tablet next to the ancient well, he carved several lines of words:

"If I get the Sword Soul of the Sword Ancestor today, I will definitely strive for the top of the sword in the future and carry forward the sword. The spirit of the sword will be immortal forever."

"If darkness comes again, I will be the one at the front."

Zhang Ruochen sheathed his sword and stood proudly.

Flying in the water, countless swords seemed to feel the will in his body, and flew over one after another and inserted themselves on the sword mountain. Some of these swords exude divine brilliance. Endless years have passed, but the divinity on the swords has not been erased.

Zhang Ruochen looked down at the tombstones below and couldn't help but think in his heart that the incomplete swordsmanship could be included in one of the seventy-two supreme holy paths. If a complete swordsmanship is born, will it be qualified to be ranked alongside the Nine Ancient Ways?

At least the tactics can be paralleled.

…

After staying up late for a long time, my body can no longer bear it. I have been adjusting my schedule these past two days, trying to update as early as possible. I hope I can adjust it, but I am afraid that I will go to bed early and suffer from insomnia.