The closer he flew, the more shocked he was. The lightning had burrowed into the sky from the ground.
If Zuo Mo had to find another person in the world that could rival Wei Sheng Shixiong, he would definitely choose Lin Qian.
Familiar with the sun gold leaf, Zuo Mo knew what Di Tian meant. In the ancient era, the strongest of each era would become the leader of all the tribes in the world. His name was Di Tian.
"Silly Child, you are a sect leader now, do not act like a girl." The sect leader smiled. His grey-white face was withered and lifeless. "You have done well. I am not worried leaving Kun Lun to you."
Suddenly, nearby, the lightning was astoundingly thick as though something had been provoked by the sword essence descending from the sky.
"Master, please!" Lin Qian's gaze was determined. He decided that no matter what, he would complete Master's final wish!
The Ghost Mist Child also looked in shock at the sky. He murmured to himself, "Such a strong sword essence! So there are such strong people in the present? " While he had been subdued by Zuo Mo, he could still see that the strong of this era were much weaker than the ancient era.
Lin Qian sobbed.
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"There are such strong people in the world!" Wu Le murmured to himself. Finishing, he fell backwards and was no longer breathing.
However, when he encountered the people from Heart Leaf Dhyana Sect, he charged forward without a second word. The sect leader of Heart Leaf Dhyana Sect hadn't expected the other to attack without even greeting him. He was immediately at a disadvantage.
There was such a strong sword essence in the world!
"I am satisfied that I was able to complete my greatest wish before I died. Do not feel sad for me," the sect leader said warmly. "The sword that I found for you has great origins. It is called the Immemorial Sword, one of the strongest shen swords of the ancient era. While it has been sealed for a long time, it is still very powerful. Do not disgrace its name. "
Lin Qian's nose ached. Thinking about Master's past glory, his heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.
The seal formation flashed and shen power surged. At the center, a large and simple sword floated in the air.
"I will leave Kun Lun to you." The sect leader's hoarse voice was not loud.
Inside Kun Lun, sword essence filled the sky and tens of thousands of swords hummed!
The Ghost Mist Child quickly reacted. Seeing Zuo Mo's unfriendly expression, he hurriedly expressed, "Master, what are you saying? Master's death is my death!"
I opened my breathtakingly beautiful eyes.
Wei Sheng raised his head and looked at the sky. He felt the surging fighting spirit coming from the God-Killing Blood Sword in his hand. He took a deep breath and suppressed the boiling fighting spirit inside. His clear eyes were filled with shock.
There were more than a dozen guards in this group. They formed a battle formation and were not at a disadvantage against the elders of Heart Leaf Dhyana Sect.
Even though Zuo Mo was not afraid, but when he thought that his number one enemy had obtained such a shen weapon, Zuo Mo felt like he had swallowed a fly.
Within the sword, the soul of a person muttered to itself as it endured the shocking pain.
As soon as the lightning snake left the bronze mirror, it rapidly expanded to the size of an arm and tore through the sky.
The Sect Leader's hoarse voice echoed in the room.
"Immemorial?" Zuo Mo moved his gaze away and turned to look at the Ghost Mist Child.
Supposedly, Kun Lun's shen methodology had been created by Lin Qian. No one knew what level his strength had reached. But Zuo Mo knew that it was very strong, very strong!
When the Sect Leader heard this, he struggled to straighten his body and said warmly, "Qian 'er is here."
The tears that Lin Qian had just suppressed flowed down. He shook his head. "Master, no!"
Just wait and see!
The Sect Leader did not speak. His soul left his body and he stepped into the formation. The Sect Leader's cultivation was unfathomable, and his sword soul was pure.
Lin Qian's tears rained down. He could not form words. He could only carry the Sect Leader on his back as he walked forward.
A blood colored pillar of light that was dozens of zhang thick suddenly erupted!
The sword essence of a ruler descending upon the world!
Zuo Mo finally moved his gaze away. His expression darkened.
Zuo Mo raised his head and looked at the sky.
The Heart Leaf Dhyana Sect Leader had some skill. The two were at a stalemate.
Lin Qian could hear the strong warning in Master's words. He felt great sorrow.
The Ghost Mist Child stilled and then suddenly reacted. He stammered, "Does Master have a grudge against him … …"
Lin Qian carefully pushed open the door. The blinding light of the formation in the room caused his heart to hurt slightly. At the center of the room, a hunched figure was sitting cross-legged. If someone saw this scene, they would be astounded. This hunched figure was the sect leader of Kun Lun.
"Kun Lun!"
Right now, adding on this Immemorial Shen Sword, Lin Qian's power most likely reached a terrifying level.
It was extremely cruel to use the soul to nurture the sword. The soul would suffer endless pain and never be able to reincarnate!
"You do not need to worry for me." The sect leader knew that his disciple was sad and comforted, "I have lived for so long, I have lived long enough."
There was no trace of vitality in the gray aura.
Those who heard it all cried. Someone said sorrowfully, "I do not dare to cherish my body!"
The Heart Leaf Dhyana Sect Leader's shen power was great while Luo Li's fighting methods were strange. Wo Li's strange and unique fighting methods caused the other to suffer greatly.
Suddenly, he felt a familiar feeling in the sword essence. He shook and instinctively blurted out, "Immemorial!"
Wei Sheng's fighting spirit boiled.
Suddenly, Wei Sheng seemed to sense something and raised his head. Almost at the same time, the God-Killing Blood Sword in his hand seemed to be excited. The bloody light exploded and shot into the sky.
A bolt of lightning suddenly shot into the sky.
"Di Tian?" A cold smile floated on Zuo Mo's face. His eyes were murderous and he did not disguise it. "If you want to be Di Tian, you have to see if I agree!"
Hiss-crack!
Luo Li's expression was helpless.
"Only a few days ago did my mind become clear and I thought through many things. Mo Cloud Sea's shen power is unique, and completely different from our Kun Lun. We cannot blindly imitate them. What our Kun Lun cultivates is the sword, the sword is our heart. What we need is a shen sword, not armor. Shen equipment is good, but it is not suitable for our Kun Lun. One sword to defeat all methods, that is Kun Lun! "
Wei Sheng's mind moved and he hurriedly flew towards where the lightning was gathered.
Lin Qian's own strength was peerless to start with. In the past, Zuo Mo and the others had barely managed to stop one of his blows.
"En." Lin Qian was afraid he would cry and only made a sound of acknowledgement. He quickly walked next to Master, grabbed Master's wrist and started to inspect Master's wounds.
"Master!"
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"This is Master's final wish." The sect leader's murky gaze suddenly became sharp. "We have been nurtured by Kun Lun. As the sect leader, I will use my flesh and blood to repay Kun Lun. If you do not agree, I will not rest in peace! "
Lin Qian's heart was in pain. He knew that Master wanted to forge a shen device that truly belonged to him. [Kun Lun] was the first shen device of Kun Lun, yet it had many imperfections. Master was not very satisfied.
Snow Hall.
Was there some treasure?
The Ghost Mist Child seemed to be sleep-talking. "The Immemorial is the most famous shen sword in the ancient legends. The rumor is that the wielder of this sword will become the Emperor Sky. "
The surrounding Kun Lun elders and disciples all sobbed.
Kun Lun!
Wei Sheng murmured to himself. His hand unconsciously gripped the God-Killing Blood Sword.
Such a powerful and hopeless sword essence could only be found in one place, Kun Lun!
The peerless sword essence of the Immemorial descended from the sky without warning.
All of the Kun Lun elders and core disciples gathered here. All of them had sorrowful expressions.
"Master!" Lin Qian sobbed again.
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It was very likely that no one in the world could rival him!
"I have made up my mind!" the sect leader said decisively. He closed his eyes and did not speak.
Master had been seriously wounded when exploring the ancient ruins. He had lost two arms, all of his ling power, and all of his internal organs were gone. Lin Qian thought of all kinds of methods but could only barely keep Master alive.
Wei Sheng in the pillar of light was like a god of death descending!
Yet this invincible sword essence that seemed to rule the world shocked him.
He could feel such a powerful sword essence here. The main reason was probably the Immemorial Shen Sword that the Ghost Mist Child spoke of.
The world was shocked!
The sect leader nodded. "I only have one wish left now."
However, both of his arms were gone, and only half of his snow-white eyebrows remained. Coughing sounds could be heard from time to time, and every time he coughed, his hunched figure would tremble.
"This disciple will not shame you!" Lin Qian suppressed his tears and swore word by word.
The sect leader raised his head. "My arms are gone, my ling power is gone, and my vitality is gone. The only thing that is still intact is my soul. I wish to put my soul into the Immemorial Shen Sword to strengthen the sword soul. "
The Immemorial Sword at the center of the formation suddenly produced an astounding suction force. The sect leader's sword soul turned to a streak of light and entered the sword.
"Master … …" When Lin Qian heard this, he could not hold back his tears and they rolled down.
The sect leader nodded gratefully.
He quickly flew to the source of the lightning.
He saw a bronze mirror lying quietly on the ground. The word "Thunder" was engraved on the surface of the bronze mirror. The bronze mirror flashed with lightning and snakes of lightning swam across the surface.
Zuo Mo glanced at it and said unconcernedly, "Yes, a death grudge! What, are you afraid? "
The excitement from defeating the enemy completely disappeared. Wei Sheng stared dazedly at the sky. The shock in his eyes slowly disappeared. What replaced it was strong fighting spirit and murderousness!
"Qian 'er, Master can only help you this much."
He called softly.
Wei Sheng was covered in blood, his clothing in tatters, his hand gripping the bloody sword. In front of him, Wu Le's expression was ashen.
When Lin Qian appeared with the sect leader on his back, everyone knelt down in unison. The sect leader had great prestige in the sect and was supported by everyone. Seeing the sect leader in such a withered state, everyone felt great pain.
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How could such a powerful sword essence appear in this era?
A group of guards followed behind him. The great majority of the guards followed behind him.
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Wei Sheng looked disheveled but his expression was normal. Only the God-Killing Blood Sword in his hand had just drunk blood and was unusually beautiful.
His face was covered in wrinkles, his eyes muddy and dim. His voice was hoarse like an old man at the end of his life.
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