Chapter 429

A garden-like building was located on the East City's Long Street where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. It was quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, hidden within the bustle and yet separated from the mortal world.

This was where the headquarters of the Wulin Express was located. The speed of its rise was astonishing, changing the habits of the people in the world and opening up their horizons.

Most of the people in the Jianghu did not know who the real owner of the Wulin Express was, and they had no way of finding out why it was able to travel in all directions through the teleportation circle. Only a very small number of people who were either powerful or had eyes and ears all over the world knew the name Shang Jiuming. They knew that he came from a declining sect, and that he had accidentally obtained a celestial's relic and suddenly made a name for himself. After that, his life was unbelievably smooth, and he was filled with many mysteries.

On the East City's Long Street, the Faceless Killing God strolled casually. Sometimes he would try out the theatrical masks, and sometimes he would choose the cheaper goods from the North and South. He was no different from an ordinary person.

He had been waiting here for three whole months, just to wait for Shang Jiuming to appear, and he believed that he could continue waiting.

Patience was a trait he was born with. He had once been apprenticed to a master for three years just to learn swordsmanship, and he had once pretended to be a beggar for nine whole months just to kill a certain target. Sometimes, even he himself would be touched by this trait of patience.

Actually, as early as last month, he had already waited for Shang Jiuming, but he did not choose to make a move. This was because the encounter was too sudden, and the distance between them was too far. If he did not close the distance in advance, the chance of success would be less than fifty percent. Thus, he waited again without any impatience.

He believed that he would definitely be able to grasp the opportunity next time.

"Is this really the Sandalwood Bead from the South Sea?" the Faceless Killing God asked as he picked up a string of beads.

As he spoke, he glanced at a man opposite the headquarters of the Wulin Express from the corner of his eyes. He had a cold temperament, and there was a deep scar between his eyebrows, as if he had opened the Heaven's Eye.

"Gao Fuchen?" the Faceless Killing God was no stranger to the famous people in the Jianghu.

Gao Fuchen held his long sword behind his back, and looked coldly at the entrance of the headquarters of the Wulin Express, sizing up the crowd as he waited for the famous editor to appear.

During this period, Gao Fuchen had been very frustrated. It did not matter if Zen Master Zhending was found, the key was the attitude of the Wulin Express and other newspapers. He had once hired a scholar to translate his views into words, and forcefully refuted the fallacy that the Awakening Celestial Sword was the reincarnation of the Demon, but after he submitted it to the newspapers, there was no more. Although every newspaper would seemingly publish neutral views, the pros and cons, but the pros of of of of the cons were of of of articles. of them. in. of Wu Of Demon of of of of the Street. in of of

Moreover, the recent similar articles were mostly threats, insulting those with different viewpoints as evil, and that they should cut their own throats to light the sky lantern. These extreme words pushed the neutral to the opposite side. Moreover, many people liked to add a background to the strong to obtain psychological comfort. It was not that they were incapable, it was just that their reincarnation was not good. The view that the Awakening Celestial Sword was the reincarnation of the Demon matched their mentality, and slowly gained resonance.

Many of his friends around him began to believe in this matter, and they were deeply moved by the unpredictability of the Demonic Sect's Evil Tome. It could actually turn one's Primordial Spirit into a Demonic Seed, hide it in someone else's body, and then sprout again, thus becoming extraordinary. No wonder the Awakening Celestial Sword shocked the world when he first appeared, as if he had been practicing martial arts since he was in his mother's womb. No wonder he and the others were still mediocre at that age …

So that's how it is, so that's how it is!

His fellow comrades' understanding of the Awakening Celestial Sword gradually changed, and Gao Fuchen could not stop it no matter how hard he tried. His heart was getting more and more desolate.

The world was so big, how many close friends were there left who were as persistent as he was? How many people were there like him, who wanted to have a voice in the newspaper but could not get it?

Gao Fuchen's gaze as he looked at the door of the Wulin Express gradually became fierce. At this point, words were useless, so he could only rely on the sword in his hand to fight for the truth.

'If you don't allow me to speak, then don't even think about speaking!'

Gao Fuchen had always been very confident in the sword in his hand. Even if he had suffered a crushing defeat under the hands of the Sorrowful Divine Palm, he did not waver in the slightest. Sooner or later, he would be able to wield the Awakening Celestial Sword and sweep away all the evil in the world.

The editors of the Wulin Express were good at writing, and had already forgotten that the most important thing in the world of martial arts was strength. Today, he would let them remember this!

Within five steps, a person could rival a country, and words alone were not as good as a sword!

Clop clop clop, a horse carriage drove out of the Wulin Express. The decoration was simple and unadorned, and it had a sense of nobility. The driver of the carriage was full of vigor, and his eyes were filled with a deep glint. His every movement seemed to be made by nature.

"An expert who is not much weaker than me …" Gao Fuchen made a firm judgment.

And the person who could let such an expert drive the carriage must be an important figure in the Wulin Express, or even that mysterious owner!

There was nothing more satisfying than defeating an expert who was on par with him and then killing an enemy whom he hated the most! Gao Fuchen's heart suddenly became fiery, as if he had returned to his youth, the first time he wielded a sword and faced danger.

The carriage turned to the north, and Gao Fuchen took a step forward. At this moment, he saw a dazzling and extremely condensed sword light explode from the hands of an ordinary person who passed by the carriage.

Because of the past's dullness, it served as a foil to the present's brilliance!

Gao Fuchen suddenly felt ashamed of himself. He could not wield such a sword, and his sword technique still had flaws!

Who was this?

Why had he never heard of him before?

The Faceless Reaper's gaze was filled with deep emotion. This was the most perfect sword he had ever wielded, a sword that could compete with the South Sea God's Sword.

No matter how obscure he was in the past, he would shine just as brightly in the future!

The long sword pierced through the carriage window before the driver could stop it, shredding the curtain.

Suddenly, the Faceless Reaper saw a sword, a simple and unadorned long sword.

It seemed to have been waiting there, like the afterglow of the setting sun, covering up all the brilliance, allowing his wrist to propel itself forward.

Poof!

A sharp pain came, and the long sword fell from his hand. The Faceless Reaper subconsciously retreated, but he saw a shooting star, a dreamy shooting star that illuminated his vision, and just happened to touch the space between his eyebrows.

This was many times more beautiful than his sword just now … The Faceless Reaper was once again touched. To be able to see such a sword technique, he could die without regrets.

His eyes were moist, and he muttered with difficulty,

"What sword technique?"

Shang Jiuming placed the long sword across his knees, his eyes full of sincerity.

"The Awakening Celestial Sword Technique."

"I see …" The Faceless Reaper fell backward, his eyes frozen with relief and gratitude.

As expected of a sword technique left behind by someone who broke through the void …

Gao Fuchen looked at this scene in a daze, as if he had fallen into a thousand-year ice cave, and could not help but feel cold.

There was actually such a sword technique in the world, it was as if it was done by a demon!

Facing such a sword technique, he did not even dare to draw his sword!

This was the Awakening Celestial Sword Technique?

The owner of Wulin Express had obviously inherited the Awakening Celestial Sword Technique, why did he still defame the Awakening Celestial Sword? Could it be that he knew something behind the scenes?

Gao Fuchen watched the carriage leave in a daze, and only regained his senses after a long time. He was depressed and dispirited, and at the same time, he was doubtful and wavering.

Maybe he was wrong to persist?

After another month, the split image of the Awakening Celestial Sword began to merge, evolving towards the direction of the reincarnation of the Demon Lord.

Inside the Celestial Sword Puppet, Mengqi felt the resonance of heaven and earth, and felt the subtle illusory connection completely formed, connecting the deity and the image of the Awakening Celestial Sword, connecting the real world and this side of heaven and earth.

The time was here!

The time to turn the projected image into an imprint was here!

There was a sudden change of light and shadow around the Celestial Sword Puppet, and it condensed into a human figure. He was dressed in white, and his eyes contained joy but not sadness. He held the crystal containing the Demon Lord's Vitality Essence in one hand, and the century-old Awakening Celestial Sword in the other.

Shang Jiuming looked at this scene dumbfoundedly, but he seemed to have a premonition. Then he saw the swordsman in white swung out an unparalleled sword beam, breaking the void, opening up heaven and earth, calming the four divisions, and condensing the five elements.

With a slash of the sword, heaven and earth changed. Mengqi operated his divine sense, and with the help of resonance, he imprinted this illusory image into heaven and earth, like a pure land of sambhogakaya, and became a part of the rules.

The illusory collapsed, the subtle connection converged, and the imprint turned into an imprint. As long as Mengqi did not die, as long as this side of heaven and earth was not destroyed, the legend of the Awakening Celestial Sword would never end!

The brilliant sword beam disappeared, and Shang Jiuming saw the Celestial Sword Puppet lying quietly. There were many sword holes on its back, indicating the method of vital energy flow.

The miraculous experience that felt fake had ended, but everything could not go back … Shang Jiuming let out a long sigh, and to protect his current life, the most important and fundamental thing was to practice swordsmanship.

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Yuxu Palace, Kunlun Mountain.

Mengqi, who was sitting on the cloud bed, suddenly had a trace of ethereal aura, as if he was in another universe at the same time.

"I finally made it in time to leave an imprint on the winter solstice, but I can't only rely on this method in the future, after all, there are too few worlds with legends left …" Mengqi opened his eyes, and suddenly felt something, and looked up at the sky.

Above the East Sea, a gorgeous ship was sailing in mid-air, rippling the undulating energy sea, between reality and illusion. A woman in feathered clothes and a star crown stood proudly at the bow of the ship, and there was a squeaking sound between her and the surrounding heaven and earth, as if two different worlds were colliding.

This was a Divine Fairy.

This was the messenger of Golden Turtle Island.

Winter had arrived.