In most places, the climate in Xiujie is very good.

Bright sunshine, blue sky.

There was a time.

Whether it is a pitiful lady from a wealthy family or a fresh and lovely female disciple of a sect, they will often look at the blue sky above their heads in despair.

Unconsciously, I thought of the possessed Murong Xumu.

This is breaking news in the world of cultivation, no less than what has been told by word of mouth since childhood that children from other families will one day become completely desolate and turn into a happy person.

The ulterior news about Murong Xumu and Silver Demon spread throughout the entire cultivation world as if it had wings, causing a sensation.

In three years, everything in the cultivation world has remained the same.

There are still many opportunities available.

There are many talented people who have made a name for themselves.

Time is like an invisible hand, gradually obliterating everything in the past.

Just like Murong Xumu who has been forgotten in Guanghan Sect.

But one thing is certain.

No one cared that in that conflict, the twelve early-stage foundation-building monks were killed by Murong Xumu with a raise of his hand.

Few people even know his name.

Not to mention the casual cultivator who caused Murong Xumu to become possessed.

Everyone knows that he is the successor of the Six Paths Sword and has a weird nickname, but no one knows his real name.

Wang Chen sat cross-legged on a rocky mountain not far from the teleportation array, staring into the distance in a daze.

In three years, the hair that was burned while fighting for his life with the Firebolt has grown back, and is even longer than before. His outline is clearer, and his height is even two heads taller than before.

He felt that everything had changed a lot, except for the gloom that shrouded the place, making him almost forget the appearance of the sun.

The ancient and dilapidated city wall had new signs of collapse. Whenever his eyes stopped there, he could clearly tell which collapse was the result of which of his sword energy.

From the teleportation array to the devastated city, there were only scattered wandering zombies left in the sea of ​​corpses.

He explored this place and the results were very shocking.

This is a broken space. If it were not through the ancient teleportation array, no one would be able to set foot on this land.

Even if all the great monks in the cultivation world join forces, it is not easy to push such a large mortal country into the dislocation space.

At this point, he finally understood the vastness of the ancient world of cultivation. The current world of cultivation was just a larger fragment, and he became even more curious about the past events in the ancient world.

He remembered that the book demon said that there were true immortals in the ancient world of cultivation, and there were even true saints that were stronger than the true immortals. Then why did it become what it is now?

"The book demon is very tight-lipped. He doesn't say a word and just hopes that he can cultivate the golden elixir and play with it." Wang Chen speculated maliciously.

His thoughts seemed to be wandering far away, making him look like a child sitting in a daze on the green grass looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

Snap.

A teleportation talisman exploded in his ears, and immediately, a sound transmission from the divine consciousness sounded in the divine sea.

Wang Chen's mind instantly calmed down, relying on the drifting talisman that had been lying outside the teleportation array for who knows how long.

He established a sound transmission channel with a woman who called herself Qianhua.

Qian Hua's skills in sword techniques are astonishing, something Wang Chen never expected.

Even though he had never practiced the Six Paths Sword, when Wang Chen vaguely asked about the practice of sword techniques, Qianhua could always give Wang Chen a practice idea that impressed him from the simple to the deep.

With gratitude, Wang Chen suddenly fell in love with this "pen pal" whom he had never met before. The relationship between the two also became somewhat of a mentor and a friend.

This transmission note was also used to clear up Wang Chen's confusion.

He closed his eyes and thought carefully about every key point in the sound transmission. Some of the contents were mutually corroborated with his own spiritual practice, while others were something he had never thought of at all. He could only ponder them carefully and confirm them from scratch.

Every time I figured out a link and received a little enlightenment, I couldn't help but admire it. At some points, I felt that what the other person said was not necessarily correct, so I fell into hard thinking and frowned.

After just one voice transmission from his spiritual consciousness, he actually sat cross-legged like this for a full six hours.

When he finally opened his eyes, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction. Wang Chen couldn't help but sigh:

"Even with my talents and Qianhua's answer, I can only scratch the surface. The Six Paths Sword is indeed mysterious."

In these dark days, Qinhua's voice transmission has become a little spice in Wang Chen's life. He is even vaguely looking forward to the next voice transmission, which also arouses curiosity about this pen pal.

"Pfft!" Xiao Yao suppressed a smile and looked very strange.

Wang Chen glanced sideways with his eyes.

"This pop! Could it be that you are laughing?"

"No, Wang Chen, you heard it wrong. I haven't been so enlightened for a long time. I can't agree with what you said!"

"These words are like a stream of clear water, clearing my soul..."

"Enough!"

Wang Chen almost lost his breath.

The appearance of the medicine has not changed, but it is more painful.

The sky is dark, and in this land of the dead, there is only a slight difference between day and night.

But at night, there are no insects, no foraging animals, snakes, insects, or rats, and no starry sky, but there is a faint full moon hanging crookedly on the sky like it exists in the rippling water.

It was at this time that an existence that Wang Chen had never heard of appeared in the dilapidated palace thousands of feet away.

He raised his eyes and looked at the mist-shrouded palace city.

The weak and distorted moonlight illuminated the remaining glazed tiles on the dilapidated roof, creating faint reflections.

That is, on the roof, there is a tall and thin figure, sitting cross-legged as if practicing meditation, spitting out a green bead, and spitting moonlight at the moon.

"Zombie Cultivator. Cultivators who practice corpse control, when they are fatally injured, use secret techniques to refine themselves into zombies in a short period of time. They can retain part of their spiritual wisdom during life and continue to practice. Because the success rate is extremely low, so

The corpse cultivator is extremely rare. It can be cultivated into a corpse immortal, awakening three souls and seven souls and all the memories of life. It is ferocious and easy to kill. Kill it to get the corpse cultivator inner elixir. Chance strength: medium."

From the first day he came here, that cold gaze made Wang Chen understand that the corpse cultivator had noticed his existence.

In three years, he killed countless zombies, but never met the corpse cultivator. He guessed that the corpse cultivator should not be able to leave the palace, or even the faint mist.

The book demon once said that even if you break through from condensation to Nirvana, it is very particular. You need to do your best to compress the true power and at the same time replenish the compressed space with other energy, otherwise Nirvana will destroy your cultivation.

The genius of the cultivating world is often helped to complete the entire nirvana process by the elders of the master's sect with their true power.

However, no matter whether the same kind of true power is obtained through the same cultivation method, they will all bear the mark of their own practice. This mark will be integrated into the Nirvana, which will lead to flaws that are difficult to detect.

Therefore, perfect nirvana in the true sense must be carried out with rootless energy, such as sunfire and moonlight. However, the natural sunfire and moonlight energies are extremely weak. Even if they are collected using secret methods, it will take hundreds of years to collect them.

Provide one person with nirvana.

Therefore, the inner elixir of the corpse cultivator in front of him had been swallowed by Yuehua for who knows how many years, which made Wang Chen very jealous.

He stood up, and with a movement of his true power, several points of golden light slowly flowed behind him, gradually turning into a radiant and mysterious mark, with Sanskrit characters densely covered on it, like a ball of golden flames, floating behind him in a beautiful way.

Sword seal is an auxiliary sword seal. With the blessing of sword seal, the speed, destructive power and other aspects of the sword seal will be improved to varying degrees. However, very few sword cultivators have learned sword seal.

This technique is very rare, and the two sword seals are extremely difficult to cultivate, but once it is accomplished, it is no exaggeration to describe it as a reborn person.

With the help of Qian Hua, this human sword seal among the six swords finally took shape.

The golden light of the Six Paths Sword flashed and trembled continuously, and it was particularly conspicuous in this darkness. It was like at this moment that Wang Chen truly became the inheritor of the Six Paths Sword.

Wang Chen took a false step, and the six swords turned into golden light and soared into the sky.

A strong storm arose, and the sword cut through the air.

No matter who it is, after some time has passed, they will always give an explanation of this or that.
Chapter completed!