When they parted?
Wang Lu was slightly surprised by Sword Demon's sudden farewell, but he immediately felt relieved.
Wasn't this a matter of course? Just like the problem he had realized before: Sword Demon Zhong Shengming's resurrection had a very clear purpose. First, it was to purify his primordial spirit and cut off the part that had been corroded by the power of hope, ensuring that he died a pure death. Second, it was to fulfill his promise to the Dixian people and find a qualified successor for them.
Now that both of these goals had been accomplished, it seemed that there was no meaning in his life anymore.
A qualified hero of the valley should die after passing on his power. What Zhong Shengming wanted to do now seemed to be more or less the same.
Thinking of this, Wang Lu had a complicated feeling. Along the way, he had fought a battle of wits and courage with this old devil. Naturally, it couldn't be said that they appreciated each other, but it didn't seem to be to the extent of wanting to tear him to pieces. Considering that before the old man died, he left him a legacy that he didn't understand, and considering that when a person is about to die, his words are always kind, Wang Lu was silent for a moment, and then he slowly opened his mouth and sincerely said, "I will miss you."
Sword Demon: "You're really disgusting."
"F * ck! Do you know how hard it is for me to let go of our former enmity and say such kind words?! "
Sword Demon coldly said, "I don't appreciate you, and you don't have a good impression of me. We are enemies, not friends. Why do you have to pretend to let go of our former enmity? If you didn't struggle so hard and obediently let me take over your body, my primordial spirit wouldn't have dissipated. "
"… You bastard, hurry up and die!"
"Don't worry, I have a premonition that we will meet again."
"I don't want to see you again, you wretch."
"Is that so? I feel that it won't be long before you start to miss me, although this kind of feeling makes me even more disgusted. "
"Tsk, since it's so disgusting, the sooner you die, the sooner you'll be safe."
While the two were talking, Sword Demon's figure gradually faded away, becoming more and more transparent. Obviously, the power that kept his primordial spirit condensed had begun to dissipate.
Wang Lu didn't want to say another word even though he still had many questions in his mind. He just silently watched the Sword Devil disappear.
This could be regarded as a little bit of respect for this top sword cultivator in the Nine Regions. No matter how the two of them fought, it could not be denied that Sword Demon was definitely a worthy opponent.
After an unknown amount of time, Sword Devil's silhouette disappeared from his line of sight. Wang Lu let out a disappointed sigh. His heart felt somewhat empty.
"Uh, what's that old saying? Do humans have a deep memory of everyone who has entered their body? "
Shaking his head, Wang Lu threw this rotten sentence to the back of his mind. He began to pull himself together, tidied up the old mountains and rivers, and operated his cultivation method to repair the various scars caused by the fierce battle just now.
Although the world inside his body seemed to be peaceful and the traces of Sword Demon's havoc had disappeared without a trace, but after reconnecting his Jade Mansion with his body, Wang Lu could clearly feel all kinds of hidden injuries. The original intention of Sword Demon to seize his body was not fake. After he gained control of his body, he immediately carried out a transformation to make this body more suitable for the Primal Chaos Heaven Splitting Sword.
Now that Sword Demon was no longer there, those transformation and Wang Lu's Non-Phase Method seemed incompatible. Especially the two hundred and six Non-Phase Sword Bones that supported the heaven and earth, most of them were damaged, and many of them were simply thrown aside like garbage … Perhaps this scene could not be healed in a short period of time.
However, the advantage of Non-Phase Method was that it was extremely adaptable. Even if it was missing an arm or a leg, it could still maintain its operation. Wang Lu spent some time to make a preliminary adjustment to his body, took a long breath, and began to think about the next problem.
It was also a crucial problem.
How could he get out?
Opening his eyes and looking at the empty space around him, Wang Lu helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
According to the three-dimensional map shown by Sword Demon, this was the lowest level of the Ancient Sword Tomb, completely isolated from the outside world. Unless the conditions were met, the passage would not be opened.
But the problem was, the conditions should be met, but what about the passage? Didn't they say that as long as they found the successor, they could leave? Now that the successor was standing here alive and well, where was the passage?
Did they mean that only by getting the key could they smoothly leave? Or could it be that when Dixian designed the Ancient Sword Tomb, the passage was designed for Sword Demon? Perhaps in their opinion, after the successor was selected, Sword Demon would come out together with him, so it didn't matter who it was designed for … They probably didn't expect that in ten thousand years, the world had changed into mulberry fields, and too many things had changed.
No wonder Sword Demon, before his death, maliciously prophesied that it would not be long before he would miss him. It turned out that he was waiting for him here!
Now that Sword Demon was dead, it was impossible for him to come back to life again. If he wanted to go out...
Wang Lu once again looked around, and in his heart, there was a little speculation.
According to Sword Demon, he was originally going to seize Wang Lu's body, break the seal of Dixian with his own ability, and escape. Then, since Sword Demon could do it, perhaps he could also do it?
It would be strange if he could! Because Sword Demon had the primordial spirit of a Mahayana Stage cultivator, after seizing the body, he could quickly restore his realm. However, he had not yet passed the tribulation of the King Pill, so even if he cultivated for ten thousand years in this place that was isolated from the main path, it would be impossible!
Or...
A light flashed in Wang Lu's mind, and his eyes immediately looked down.
Next to him, Zhu Shiyao was still unconscious. The sequela of being forcibly seized by the primordial spirit of a Mahayana Stage cultivator was still there.
Speaking of which, Wang Lu's luck was pretty good. When Sword Demon's primordial spirit tried to seize his body, it was blocked by Wang Lu's indiscriminately destructive move. Even his Jade Mansion couldn't penetrate, let alone his Zifu. Otherwise, his own Zifu would be a bit looser than Zhu Shiyao's, and he didn't have the ability to be where the light was and where the god was...
Well, let's not talk too much. Now, to talk about the way to get out, perhaps it would fall on this Big Sister.
Of course, it was not that Zhu Shiyao's Stellar Sword Method was so heaven defying that she could break the seal of Dixian with her Xudan Stage, but...
If the quality was not enough, the quantity would make up for it. Two Xudan Stage cultivators, of course, could not be compared with Zhong Shengming, who was at the peak of Mahayana Stage, but if there were one thousand or ten thousand Xudan Stage cultivators, wouldn't that be a lot better? As for where to find ten thousand Xudan Stage cultivators … Wasn't that simple? In this endless vast space, wasn't there a man and a woman? As long as he carried forward the spirit of the Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountain, he believed that the seal of Dixian would not be difficult for them.
Thinking of this, Wang Lu looked at his Senior Sister more and more seriously.
Although the few times he spent with Senior Sister were not pleasant, objectively speaking, Zhu Shiyao was still a rare beauty. Especially when she fainted and retracted that indifferent and sharp gaze, it showed a bit of a woman's gentle temperament. Why not … just let the goodies flow into the field of others for once?
In any case, at this time, he was idle, so Wang Lu simply planned his future children's education strategy. He also took out a pen and paper to record it in detail. When he was writing the ghost father chapter, he suddenly heard Zhu Shiyao softly moan.
"Water, water …"
Wang Lu suddenly stopped writing. He saw that Zhu Shiyao seemed to be experiencing a nightmare. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, her face was pale, and her cheeks were covered with beads of sweat. She seemed to be in extreme pain.
"Water …"
Although he was not clear about the situation, Zhu Shiyao subconsciously called out repeatedly, so she must be dehydrated. But when Wang Lu heard this, he could not help but be stunned. Eldest Senior Sister, where do you want me to find water in this barren land? Do you dare to drink the water of the Bitter Sea?
As a professional adventurer, he naturally had sufficient supplies when he went out. His mustard seed bag had always been prepared with water and food, but now he could not open the mustard seed bag. Because Wang Lu had been possessed by the Sword Demon, his true name on the mustard seed bag was slightly inconsistent, so he could not open it. Of course, this was only a trivial problem that could be solved in a short while, but …
"Water, water!"
Damn, why are you in such a hurry!? Then …
Wang Lu thought about it. If he had to find water, it was not that he did not have it. He could not find pure water, but did he not have Boy X?
Just as he thought of this, his waist suddenly shook. It turned out that the mustard seed bag had been opened.
It was unclear whether he was disappointed or something else. Wang Lu let out a long breath, took out a delicate full water bag from the mustard seed bag, and held it in his hand. Then he looked at Zhu Shiyao who was moaning on the ground, somewhat at a loss.
What should I do next? Feed her water? How? Or, when she opened her mouth and moaned, I opened the water bag and poured the water in?
Well, although Zhu Shiyao's cherry mouth was a little small, there was an oil seller who could pour oil from copper coins. As an immortal cultivator, am I not as good as an old grandpa?
Thinking of this, Wang Lu stood up and began to seriously aim. When he was properly aimed, he opened the stopper. Suddenly, a clear stream of water flowed down, falling exactly on Zhu Shiyao's slightly open mouth.
At this time, Zhu Shiyao shook her head in pain.
Then, the water splashed on her face, and the droplets flowed down her smooth neck, wetting the front of her clothes.
"F * ck, I'll kill you!" Wang Lu was exasperated, thinking that when the oil seller poured the oil, the gourd on the ground did not disturb him!
There was no other way. Since Grand Senior Sister was so uncooperative, Wang Lu could only work a little harder. He bent down and carried her upper body with one arm, his palm supporting her head from behind, and the other hand holding the water bag, slowly feeding her water.
However, just as the water entered her throat, Zhu Shiyao began to struggle violently.
"No, no! Don't... drown me, don't! "
F * ck, you were f * cking watering, so it wasn't because you lacked water, but because you had a nightmare and were drowned in a flood!?
Just as Wang Lu felt as if he was struck by lightning, an extremely familiar female voice, with an incomparably complex laughter, resounded in the sky above him.
"Ward round! Ward round! You two bastards are hugging and whispering sweet nothings here, are you engaged in an illegal sex trade... Eh, why is Yao'er struggling so much? And her body was soaked in water, exposing her body? F * ck, how dare you, Wang Lu. How dare you rape your Grand Senior Sister in broad daylight, you're going against the heavens! "
As she spoke, a beautiful white figure descended from the sky.
Looking at the petrified Wang Lu, and then at Zhu Shiyao who was still immersed in the nightmare of the flood, the woman snorted coldly, her expression solemn, and said sternly, "Bring me along?"
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