In the Gate of Heaven, Xue Wu Li went to the Elixir Hall to receive his share of cultivation elixirs.
All the warriors who had participated in the sealing of the array's rebellion had consumed a lot of their energy, so they needed some elixirs to recover their energy.
At this time, Xue Wu Li's shoulder was suddenly patted by someone. He shivered and jumped to the side.
Lin Canglong, who was also a Divine General of the Gate of Heaven, frowned and said, "Xue Wu Li, what's wrong? Why do I feel like you're not in your right mind? "
Xue Wu Li smiled bitterly and said, "We just experienced such a serious array rebellion, and even the Gate Master was injured. I'm just a little worried.
Lin Canglong waved his hand casually and said, "Don't worry too much. This is very normal. The sealing array will have a violent rebellion from time to time. This time, it was just a little too violent. It's just that you've been like this ever since you came back from outside. Why, did you lose your soul outside? "
Xue Wu Li forced a smile and said, "Divine General Lin must be joking. I've always been like this. I'll go back first. Because of the array rebellion, I've consumed a lot of energy. I need to replenish it now. "
As he spoke, Xue Wu Li hurriedly left, leaving Lin Canglong with a baffled look on his face. He muttered, "Could it be that this boy has been mesmerized by the outside world? Newcomers are so ignorant. What's so good about the outside world? How can it be as comfortable as cultivating in the Gate of Heaven? "
Lin Canglong was only a little curious about Xue Wu Li, but he did not pursue the matter.
Although Lin Canglong had previously said that the disturbance of the array formation was a very normal thing, he knew that it was actually not normal this time.
Every time the array rebellion was violent, Jun Wushen would be fine. But this time, Jun Wushen had been seriously injured. This was something that had never happened before. Lin Canglong, who regarded Jun Wushen as a god, was not used to it.
Returning to his own hall, Xue Wu Li immediately closed the door and let out a long sigh.
He thought that his state of mind was very strong, but in reality, he had been cultivating in the Gate of Heaven since he was young. The so-called state of mind was just the willpower that was tempered through fighting.
In normal times, it was indeed powerful enough, but in times like this, it was clearly not enough.
Ever since he had returned from Chu Xiu's place, he had a feeling that he would be exposed at any time and then be tortured by the Elysium's torture, unable to live or die.
Ever since that time, he had even spent less time sleeping. Most of the time, he relied on meditation to recover his energy.
Because once he fell asleep, he would dream of himself being exposed.
Lin Canglong was right. He was indeed distracted. If this continued, he would probably go crazy!
Xue Wu Li even had a very radical idea.
He wanted the Elysium to perish as soon as possible.
If the Elysium was really destroyed one day, he might not have to continue living in fear.
At this moment, Xue Wu Li's head suddenly hurt and a voice appeared in his mind. This caused Xue Wu Li to be extremely frightened. But then he realized that this was actually Chu Xiu's voice!
Only then did he remember that although Chu Xiu had destroyed the restriction in his mind, Chu Xiu had left something in his mind. It should be that thing that was causing trouble now.
Before Xue Wu Li could speak, Chu Xiu's voice rang in his ear again.
"Time is pressing, don't talk nonsense. I only have one question for you. Jun Wu Shen, what's the situation now?"
Although Xue Wu Li's mind had a part of the power of the inner demon, to directly transmit the voice into Xue Wu Li's mind, the amount of mental energy consumed was too shocking. Hence, Chu Xiu could only save some time.
Xue Wu Li was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "Master … Jun Wu Shen was injured by the backlash of the formation, and the injury is very serious. The fluctuations have even shaken the entire Kunlun Mountains. Now the Master is in seclusion to recover from his injuries, and it is unknown when he will come out. "
After hearing Xue Wu Li's words, Chu Xiu cut off the connection. On Xue Wu Li's side, there was a look of contemplation in his eyes.
Although there was a general pattern to the formation's backlash, it was only a general pattern. Even the exact year could not be determined. It was possible that there was a difference of ten or twenty years between them.
So how did Chu Xiu know that something had happened to Jun Wu Shen?
Even if he could feel the tremors from East Kunlun, how could he be sure that it was Jun Wu Shen who had an accident?
This kind of thing made Xue Wu Li have a bold guess, but he only guessed half of it and did not dare to think any further.
At that moment, in the Daluotian Mountains, after knowing Jun Wu Shen's condition, Chu Xiu had already made preparations to attack the Gate of Heaven!
Taking advantage of Jun Wu Shen's injury, this was practically the best opportunity for Chu Xiu. If he was unable to destroy the Gate of Heaven this time, it was likely that he would have to wait until he reached the Seventh Heaven of Martial Immortal for the next time.
However, if he were to take action now, Chu Xiu would need to plan more. After all, according to Xue Wu Li, the Divine Generals of the Gate of Heaven were not the only threats in the Gate of Heaven. There were also thousands of martial artists hidden in the Secret Realm who were being slaughtered by the Gate of Heaven.
At that moment, in the Lower Realm, within the Storm Sword Tomb.
A gloomy black fog enveloped the entire Storm Sword Tomb. Broken swords were stuck in the Storm Sword Tomb. Although it was a scene filled with sword Qi, it appeared gloomy and dilapidated at that moment.
Zhongli Mu sat beside the Storm Sword Tomb. His face was ashen, and it was obvious that he did not have long to live.
He was a person from the previous era, a disciple of Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu. Although he did not officially participate in the great war five hundred years ago, he had witnessed the fall of that generation with his own eyes.
He had relied on a secret technique to survive for so many years. However, with a single punch from Chenqing Di, his Sword Heart that he had nurtured for hundreds of years was shattered.
Everything was fabricated, everything was a joke!
So what if he had lived for hundreds of years? In this world, it was not a matter of who lived longer, who was stronger.
At that moment, a barefooted young martial artist in white walked behind Zhongli Mu and said softly, "Ancestor, are you looking for me?"
The young man was Yan Zhi of the Storm Sword Tomb. His appearance had not changed in the slightest from over ten years ago, but his temperament had become more stable. Moreover, he had also reached the Mysterious Realm of Heaven and Earth and had officially taken over the Storm Sword Tomb as its ruler.
The Storm Sword Tomb was not so much a sect, but a loose alliance. Therefore, there was no sect master or sect master. Every generation, a ruler would be chosen to be responsible for dealing with the outside world.
Ever since the great war on Floating Jade Mountain, Yan Zhi had frequently appeared in the Jianghu. Moreover, his ability and strength were suitable. Naturally, he had taken over the Storm Sword Tomb two years ago.
Zhongli Mu said indifferently, "I'm going to die."
Yan Zhi's expression changed slightly. He quickly said, "Ancestor! … "
Zhongli Mu waved his hand and interrupted Yan Zhi.
"Previously, I was able to live after my lifespan was exhausted because I had refined the Longevity Sword's sword spirit into my body, replacing the vitality in my dantian. However, Chenqing Di's punch had completely shattered it. Therefore, I do not have much time left to live. In this last period of time, I want to give you something. "
As Zhongli Mu spoke, he formed a seal with his hand. In the entire Storm Sword Tomb, countless swords trembled and let out a drawn-out sword cry.
The black fog swirled and finally turned into something that looked like a black dragon. It let out a sword cry that echoed throughout the Storm Sword Tomb.
"What is this?"
Yan Zhi's face was filled with shock. He could feel that the power emitted from the black dragon was simply shocking.
Zhongli Mu said, "This is a sword soul. A sword soul born in the entire Storm Sword Tomb!"
At this point, Zhongli Mu's tone slowed down. He looked ahead and slowly said, "In the entire Storm Sword Tomb, only I know of its existence. Actually, I have a selfish motive.
There are countless swords buried in the Storm Sword Tomb. Countless sword spirits dissipate. When they accumulate to a certain extent, they will form a sword soul.
However, this process may take hundreds or even thousands of years. Therefore, in the Storm Sword Tomb, there are very few records about sword souls. Even if they appear, the ancestors of the Storm Sword Tomb would not use them.
Only my master, the Sword Monarch, Shen Cangwu, created 8,000 sword techniques in his life. In terms of the study of the Sword Dao, even Sword Saint Gu Qingcheng could not compare to my master.
He found a way to refine the sword soul and use it. "
At this point, Zhongli Mu suddenly turned to look at Yan Zhi and said, "But all of this was destroyed by me. After my master passed away, no one in the Storm Sword Tomb knows about this except for me."
Yan Zhi was stunned. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed his words.
Zhongli Mu laughed at himself and said, "You have guessed it, right? The reason is simple. I have a selfish motive. I want to monopolize the sword soul and reach the legendary realm, the realm that even my master could not reach.
Therefore, I did not choose to die in the Storm Sword Tomb even though I knew my lifespan was coming to an end. Instead, I chose to refine the Longevity Sword that has been with me for hundreds of years. I relied on the sword spirit's power to live until today.
However, fate makes fools of people. I waited for so many years, but the sword soul could not form. It was only after my dantian was destroyed by Chenqing Di that the sword soul finally formed.
Perhaps this is fate.
I sacrificed the sword to live. My heart no longer has the spirit of a swordsman. All I have is the greed for life and power.
How could someone like me be worthy of the Sword Soul condensed by countless Sword Dao Grandmasters and countless famous swords in the Sword Tomb? "
Yan Zhi wanted to say something, but Zhongli Mu shook his head and said, "I do not have much time left. You just need to listen.
Later, I will help you refine the sword soul. You may reach the legendary realm. The future of the Storm Sword Tomb is in your hands.
I do not know if this is right or wrong, but I have no other choice.
I only have one request. Bury me next to my master. "
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