"A single sword to seven friends, a legacy to those fated. Haha … this is great, truly great …"
Chung Shen-soo let go of his restraints and gulped down another flask of spirit wine before laughing.
He had inserted an Essence Spirit technique that no one had managed to cultivate into each flying sword. Of course, there were spirit force restrictions as well.
The seven flying swords represented seven opportunities.
However, the danger was greater once the opportunity was given.
"After all … I'm not even sure if Yi Tianchou can refine the Essence Spirit Three Separations with that half-protagonist life of his. That's why I have to find more samples …"
"As for the Yin Spirit Creation technique that's less risky, since someone has succeeded, I won't bestow it to anyone else …"
"As for every single Mystic Soul Cold Gleam Sword, I've done something to it. It can secretly monitor those cultivators and obtain the latest cultivation data feedback …"
"After all, a cultivator wouldn't throw away a high-quality flying sword if they obtained it, right?"
As for whether the flying sword was snatched or fought over, Chung Shen-soo did not care.
After all, the spirit force restriction meant that the legacy was a one-time thing.
In the end, no matter who obtained it, they would be his guinea pigs and guinea pigs.
"Legacy? Could it be that Patriarch Shen-soo has hidden some Dharmic arts in the flying swords? "
The sect master of Xuanji Hundred Refinement Sect asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, isn't your legacy the External Elixir Technique? Could it be that the External Elixir Technique is more mysterious? "
If he knew what Chung Shen-soo had hidden in the flying swords, he would have charged forward to kill him and snatch his treasures with bloodshot eyes.
Compared to the Essence Spirit Dao, the righteous sects and the demeanor of a sect master were all bullsh * t!
Unfortunately, the sect master truly did not know!
He thought that Chung Shen-soo had at most hidden some mysterious Qi Refinement mantras or some secret skills regarding the External Elixir.
At most, it would allow the External Elixir to rise by a grade or two.
Given his identity, the key was that he had long formed his core and was not shameless enough to fall out with Su Zimo.
Many years later, every time this sect master thought about this, he would beat his chest and almost burst into tears.
"That's not something that outsiders should know,"
Chung Shen-soo laughed heartily and lightly brushed this matter aside.
According to Dark Hand's senses, other than Fu Yun Zi, who he had chosen, the rest of the swords were all rogue cultivators.
The only disciple from a large sect was from Xuanji Hundred Refinement Sect. It could be considered as repayment for the karma of the materials and venue.
Those Rogue Cultivators had all condensed External Elixirs. Now that they had obtained the Flying Swords, their expressions changed drastically. Some of them turned around and turned into beams of light to escape, as if they were running for their lives.
Most of the other cultivators thought that they were afraid of others snatching their flying swords, so they didn't think much of it.
There were indeed a few sneaky thief cultivators who followed him.
'After a period of time, there will probably be people who will leak this news … But my plan is almost complete. When the time comes, I will find a place to hide and see the results after a hundred years …'
Chung Shen-soo thought to himself, 'There's still not enough samples … perhaps I should get a few more one-off inheritances and gather a total of 49 of them. If I leave behind a treasure map or song formula or something, I might even be able to cause chaos in the cultivation world and cause a bloodbath …'
The sect master of Xuanji Hundred Refinement Sect suppressed the disappointment in his heart and forced a smile. "Fellow Daoist Shen-soo's flying sword has been bestowed. Master Ouyang Zi, what are your plans?"
Ouyang Zi smiled. "I'm prepared to give three questions. Whoever can answer them will get a Green Rainbow Sword as a prize!"
As he said that, he looked at Dao Being Enigmatic Poison, Cui Yingxiu, Fiend Heir Unfettered, Little Divine Monk and the others.
It was clear that he was prepared to form a good relationship with the disciples of the Five Ultimates.
Not everyone was like Chung Shen-soo who disregarded Heavenly Mountain Sword Sect.
After all, the Five Ultimates of the world were massive figures that had suppressed the cultivation world for hundreds of thousands of years!
Their influence on the cultivators of this world was incomparable!
Chung Shen-soo reclined on his seat and looked at the scene with a smile. His eyes were deep as if he could see through Hundred Refinement Peak and see deeper underground.
…
In the Primordial Earth Lung Earth Fire.
The refinement of the Wanxiang Palace had reached the final moment.
The Huandan Old Monsters of the six orthodox sects all released their powerful Dharmic powers into the Wanxiang Palace.
All of a sudden, the pavilions became even more solid, as if all of the magical treasures and restrictions had merged into one.
"The Wanxiang Palace is indeed mysterious. I've never seen such an ever-changing Ruyi Divine Restriction that can encompass thousands of Dharma treasures!"
The Qi Transformation Old Monster praised, "I heard that this technique was inspired by the ancestors of Xuanji Hundred Refinement Sect after observing our sect's Myriad Qi Return Technique …"
"Qi Transformation Old Monster, stop blowing your own trumpet." Old Immortal Xing Luo shouted, "Old Monster Yang, how's your side?"
"Good, we've finally reached the final step!"
Yang Baixuan laughed out loud.
The Dharmic powers of the six High Revolutions Old Monsters were simply earth-shattering.
Even the nine Primordial Earth Lung Poison Fire Dragon Veins were forcefully sucked into the walls of the Wanxiang Palace, turning into the pattern of a coiling dragon.
The entire Wanxiang Palace was already magnificent and magnificent, becoming one with the elements.
Only the horizontal board in front of him was blank.
"I've been waiting for a long time."
Zhuge Wufeng stepped forward.
His clothes were ragged and his hair was charred black. It was obvious that he had suffered some damage when he subdued the Primordial Earth Lung Poison Fire Dragon Veins.
But at this moment, the divine light in his eyes was even more condensed, rising to a certain peak in his life!
"The Wanxiang Palace has reached the final step. We can begin the Spirit Snatching."
Yang Baixuan stepped aside and bowed in greeting.
"Farewell, Patriarch!"
The other Old Immortal Xing Luo, Qi Transformation Old Monster, Divine Talisman Venerable, and Patriarch Wanhun bowed as well.
Their bowing was also to pay respect to the ancestors who paved the way for the Primordial Spirit of the Realm! It was also to strengthen their resolve!
The Ancient Spiritual Treasure must be refined!
Zhuge Wufeng was expressionless as he walked forward step by step.
The moment he took his first step, his body began to disintegrate.
Streaks of blood light spread and dyed the spirit light of the Wanxiang Palace.
In fact, even his soul was enduring the pain of being sliced by a thousand blades.
It was as though the Wanxiang Palace was resisting the invasion of the soul and could only accommodate the most intrinsic True Spirit.
The corners of Zhuge Wufeng's lips seemed to twitch as an ancient and desolate ballad sounded.
"The soul has nowhere to go …"
That was a ballad created by an ancient cultivator in despair after the chaos of the Heavenly Change when the path of the Essence Spirit was severed.
It was said that it was the Heavenly Fiend Secret Sound of the Fiend Dao and could trigger one's inner demons!
However, it was clear that the song had been rearranged by Zhuge Wufeng and the tune suddenly changed in the second half.
From desolation, sorrow, despair … to excitement.
"… Today, the descendants of the future shall slay the thorns once more. I shall spill my blood on the Wanxiang Palace!"
After chanting the last line, Zhuge Wufeng's body disintegrated completely and his soul dissipated, turning into a blood-colored rainbow that broke through the resistance of the Wanxiang Palace.
Drops of scarlet blood splattered on the horizontal board of the Wanxiang Palace.
A few simple and unadorned characters suddenly appeared on the blank board.
It seemed to be the Wanxiang Palace!
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