World of Cultivation - Chapter 795

[Chapter 795 Kunlun Soul]

Lin Qian carefully opened the door, and the dazzling light of the talisman pierced his heart slightly. In the center of the room, a hunched figure sat cross-legged. If anyone sees this scene, they will be shocked. This rickety figure is the head of Kunlun.

However, his arms were gone, and only half of his snow-white sword eyebrows were left hanging down to the ground. Coughs sounded from time to time, and each sound caused the hunched figure to tremble.

Lin Qian’s nose twitched, thinking of his master’s incompetence back then, his heart was twisted like a knife.

“master!”

He called softly.

The sect master listened to his ears, strenuously straightened his body, and said warmly, “Qian’er is here.”

His face was wrinkled, his eyes were cloudy and dull, and his voice was hoarse, like an old man who was dying.

“Yeah.” Lin Qian was afraid that he would shed tears, so he just hummed softly. He walked quickly to the master’s side, grabbed the master’s wrist, and probed for the master’s injury.

The master was seriously injured when he was exploring the ancient ruins, and his arms were broken. Lin Qian tried all kinds of methods, but he could only barely hang his master’s breath.

The breath of gray defeat has no vitality.

Lin Qian felt colic in his heart. He knew that the master wanted to create a magic weapon that truly belonged to him. [Kunlun] is the first magic weapon of Kunlun, but there are many imperfections, and the master is not satisfied.

“You don’t need to worry about me.” The sect master knew that his disciple was sad and comforted: “I have lived so long, and I have lived enough.”

“Master…” Lin Qian couldn’t hold back her tears any longer when she heard these words.

“Chi’er, you are also the head of a faction now, don’t act like a child.” The head smiled, his face pale, withered and lifeless: “You did a good job, Kunlun will be handed over to you, I am very relieved.”

Lin Qian burst into tears.

“It wasn’t until a few days ago that I was clear-headed and figured out a lot of things. Mo Yunhai’s divine power is unique and completely different from my Kunlun. We can’t just imitate it. My Kunlun practice is the sword, the sword is the original heart, and what I need is The divine sword, not the armor. Although the divine armor is good, it is not suitable for our Kunlun. One sword can break all methods, and it is the Kunlun!”

The head’s hoarse voice drifted in the room.

Lin Qian was heartbroken when he heard the strong exhortation in the master’s words.

“I can fulfill my last greatest wish before my death, and I am satisfied, don’t feel sorry for me.” The head said warmly: “The sword I found for you has a great background, it is called Taigu, and it is the strongest god in ancient times. One of the swords. Although it has been in the dust for a long time, the divine power is still there, you must not lose its prestige.”

“This disciple will never shame him!” Lin Qian held back his tears and swore his sword word by word.

The head nodded: “I only have one wish left now.”

“Master, please!” Lin Qian’s eyes were firm, he made up his mind, no matter what, he had to fulfill the last wish of the master!

The head raised his head: “My arms are now broken, my spiritual power is lost, and my vitality is gone. The only thing that is still intact is my soul. I want to throw my soul into the ancient sword and use it to strengthen my soul.”

The tears that Lin Qian had just suppressed flowed down, and he just shook his head: “Master!”

Raising a sword with a soul is extremely cruel, and the soul will suffer endless pain and will never be reborn!

“This is the master’s last wish.” The head’s turbid eyes suddenly became extremely sharp: “My generation was nurtured by Kunlun. As the head, I should repay Kunlun with flesh and blood. If you don’t respond, I will die!”

“Master!” Lin Qian burst into tears again.

“I’ve made up my mind!” The Sect Master said decisively, closing his eyes and saying no more.

The talisman array shone with light, divine power surged, and in the center, a simple and simple sword was suspended in the air.

All the Kunlun elders and core disciples gathered here, and everyone looked sad.

When Lin Qian appeared with the head on his back, everyone bowed down in unison. The Sect Master has a very high prestige in the sect, and is deeply admired by everyone. Seeing the Sect Master so withered, everyone’s heart is painful.

“Kunlun will be handed over to you.” The head’s hoarse voice was not loud.

Those who heard it all shed tears, and someone said sadly: “I don’t dare to cherish my body!”

The chief nodded in relief.

Lin Qian burst into tears, and it was hard to say a word.

The sect master didn’t say much, his soul came out of his body and stepped into the talisman formation step by step. The master’s cultivation base is unfathomable, and the sword soul is also extremely pure.

I saw the immemorial sword in the center of the talisman suddenly generate an amazing suction, and the sword soul of the head turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sword body.

The surrounding Kunlun elders and disciples all burst into tears.

Inside the sword, the soul of a figure, enduring astonishing pain, muttered to himself.

“Qian’er, the master can only help you here.”

In the Kunlun territory, the sword intent penetrates the sky, and ten thousand swords roar in unison!

The world is shocked!

Wei Sheng was covered in blood, his clothes were broken, and he held a blood sword. In front of him, Ule looked pale.

“There really is such a strong person in the world!” Ule murmured to himself, and fell on his back after speaking, with no breath.

Wei Sheng looked embarrassed, but his expression was the same as usual, except that the blood-slaying sword in his hand had just drunk blood, and was very coquettish.

Suddenly, Wei Sheng seemed to sense something and raised his head abruptly, and almost at the same time, the God-killing Blood Sword in his hand seemed to be excited.

The blood-colored beam of light that was dozens of feet thick burst forth!

Wei Sheng in the beam of light is like a god of death descending, invincible!

Wei Sheng raised his head, looked up at the sky, felt the surging fighting intent coming from the God-killing Blood Sword in his hand, took a deep breath, suppressed the almost boiling fighting intent in his heart, and his eyes as clear as blood glass were full of shock.

——There is such a powerful sword intent in the world!

The Sword Intent of Dominating the World!

The excitement of defeating the opponent just now disappeared completely, Wei Sheng stared at the sky in a daze, the shock in his eyes disappeared little by little, replaced by a strong fighting spirit and killing intent!

“Kunlun!”

Wei Sheng muttered to himself, and couldn’t help clenching the God-killing Blood Sword in his hand.

There is only one place to have such a desperate sword intent, and that is Kunlun!

Wei Sheng’s chest was full of fighting spirit.

Suddenly, not far away, the thunder light was amazingly rich, as if something was also aroused by the sword intent that descended from the sky.

Wei Sheng’s heart moved, and he hurriedly flew towards the gathering place of the thunder light.

The closer he flew, the more surprised he was, that Lei Guang actually drilled into the sky from the ground.

Is there any strange treasure?

Soon, he flew to the source of the thunder light.

I saw a bronze mirror quietly hiding on the ground. On the bronze mirror, the ancient Chinese word “lei” was engraved. The lightning flashes in the bronze realm, and the lightning snake roams in the realm.

It’s sizzling!

An electric snake suddenly jumped into the sky.

As soon as the electric snake escaped from the bronze mirror, it skyrocketed, as thin as an arm, tearing the sky apart.

Zuo Mo raised his head and looked at the sky.

Guiwutong also looked up at the sky with a shocked expression, and muttered to himself: “What a strong sword intent! Is there such a strong person now?” Although he was surrendered by Zuo Mo, he still saw that the strong person of this era, Compared with the ancient times, it is much weaker.

However, this invincible sword intent that seemed to rule the world made him extremely shocked.

How could such a tyrannical sword intent appear in this era.

All of a sudden, those familiar flavors in the sword intent made him agitated, and he blurted out subconsciously: “Taigu!”

“Taigu?” Zuo Mo retracted his gaze, turned his face, and looked at Guiwutong.

Guiwutong said like a dream: “Taigu is the most famous sword in ancient legends. It is rumored that those who possess this sword will surely become a generation of emperors.”

Zuo Mo, who was familiar with Sun Jinye, knew what Di Tian meant. In ancient times, the strongest person in each era would become the leader of the tribe in the world, named Ditian.

“Ditian?” A sneer appeared on Zuo Mo’s face, murderous intent in his eyes was high, and he made no secret: “If you want to be Ditian, it depends on my answer!”

Guiwutong was stunned for a moment, then reacted suddenly, and stammered: “Does the master have any grudge against him…”

Zuo Mo squinted and said nonchalantly, “That’s right, a deadly vengeance! Why, are you afraid?”

Guiwutong quickly reacted, seeing Zuo Mo’s unkind face, and quickly expressed his position: “What is the master saying, the master’s death vengeance is my death vengeance!”

Only then did Zuo Mo withdraw his gaze, but his face turned gloomy.

Such a tyrannical sword intent can be felt here. I am afraid that most of the reason is the immemorial sword in the mouth of Guiwutong.

Lin Qian’s own strength was inherently incomparable, but when he attacked, Zuo Mo and the others joined forces to block him.

It is said that Kunlun’s magic trick was created by Lin Qian, and no one knows what his strength is now. But Zuo Mo knew that it must be very strong, very strong!

If Zuo Mo wanted another person in the world who could compare with Senior Brother Wei Sheng, he would definitely choose Lin Qian.

But now, with this immemorial sword, Lin Qian’s strength will only reach an extremely terrifying height.

It is very likely that it is a height that no one in the whole world can match!

Although Zuo Mo was not afraid, when he thought that his number one mortal enemy had obtained such a magical weapon, Zuo Mo felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.

Kunlun!

Let’s see!

Snow Palace.

Luo Li looked helpless.

A group of guards followed behind him, and most of the guards followed behind him.

However, when he met the guy from Xinye Chan Sect, he rushed forward without saying a word. The head of Xinye Chanmen did not expect that the other party did not even say hello, and attacked directly, and suddenly suffered a dark loss.

And this group of guards is numerous, there are more than a dozen, and they form a battle formation, and they are completely unbeatable against the elders of the Ye Chan Sect.

The head of Xinye Chan Sect is somewhat level, and the battle between the two sides is stalemate.

The head of Xin Ye Chan Sect is very powerful, but Luo Li has a strange fighting method, and I Li’s strange and alternative fighting method makes the other side miserable.

The ancient peerless sword intent descended from the sky without warning.

I opened my suffocatingly beautiful eyes.