It was pitch black.

There is no light in the sight... Of course, it is actually a bit far-fetched to talk about the word "sight", because Wang Lu does not have the organ of eyes at all.

He was in a state of leaving his body, and he was just now in the combination of the Destroyed Sword and the God-Tenying Seal. The Sword God chose to burn both jade and stone when he was defeated. Then, a black hole of the soul suddenly appeared and directly pulled his soul out of his body.

What is the principle of this black hole pulling people? It is unknown for the time being, because theoretically speaking, the body tempered by Wuxianggong is a solid wall. How could it be so easy for people to pull out the soul of the soul? If the sword god could tear the soul of other people at will, he would have done it long ago, why would he have to wait until now?

But judging from the current situation, Wang Lu completely lost his physical senses, and his perceptions around him seemed to be that the five senses were melted into a ball, which was very mysterious and very familiar. It was the perspective when looking at the Jade Mansion, also known as the spiritual consciousness - acquaintance with the soul.

However, at this time, it was not introspective that the place where the soul was located was, so Wang Lu controlled the soul, dismantled the spirit, and decomposed it into perceptions similar to the five senses of the body. After a moment, Wang Lu saw himself in the darkness.

It was still the true uniform - a red and white robe that had been worn for ten years. This image was Wang Lu's most intuitive understanding of himself, so the form of the soul was like this. After dismantling the spiritual consciousness, Wang Lu soon saw a little light appearing in the darkness.

After walking towards the light for a while, his vision gradually widened. Soon after, in the middle of the light, Zhu Shiyao's figure was clearly visible.

Seeing the slender and slightly weak figure, Wang Lu immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He did not hesitate to take risks and go deep into this place from the eight-sect trials. Isn’t it this majestic senior sister?

Although there were conflicts in the middle and the current situation was far from optimistic, Wang Lu still smiled and said hello: "Senior sister, don't be fine."

Zhu Shiyao turned her head when she heard the sound. Obviously, she was also very adapted to the way of communication after dismantling her spiritual sense. When she heard Wang Lu's greeting, she asked in confusion: "Who are you...? Call me senior sister, is it any junior brother from Lingjian Mountain?"

Wang Lu was shocked: Sun Thief, pretended not to know someone after stabbing him?

However, Zhu Shiyao soon explained: "My Star God's eye power has not been greatly improved, so his perception ability is defective. Please use your special sword technique for me to identify."

Wang Lu was shocked again: Sun Thief said so smoothly, his tongue straightened. Then he realized that Zhu Shiyao could express it smoothly only when the soul communicated like now.

On the other hand, use your master's sword technique for identification... Could it be that you recognize people by sword technique?

Wang Lu thought so, and turned his soul to release the light of Wuxiang Sword. Zhu Shiyao's eyes lit up: "Ah, is Wuxiang Sword of Wuxiang Sword, the fifth uncle of Wuxiang Sword, you are Wang Lu?"

... Girl, you have such a good eye. You don't recognize my face that makes a girl's nocturnal dream. You can recognize this sword light clearly. What a weird hobby. A person has various characteristics. You just want to find an unpopular one.

Zhu Shiyao was justified: "What do other characteristics have to do with me? I only care about swordsmanship is enough." After a pause, he said, "It's you. I felt a little familiar before, but I really didn't remember... I didn't show mercy before, I'm really sorry."

But Wang Lu didn't care about it anymore. He had lost his identity by ignoring too much with people with disabilities: "It doesn't matter, I understand.

Zhu Shiyao was quite surprised that Wang Lu was so easy to talk to. She couldn't continue to speak the apology that had been preparing for a long time in her heart. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She had to blink her big, bright eyes and showed a blank and innocent expression.

The two maintained an awkward silence, and then Zhu Shiyao said, "Junior brother, are you here to compete for the inheritance of the Sword God?"

Wang Lu said angrily: "I am here to save you. You have always been orange-red in the manual of the team leader. Obviously, I am trapped. As the team leader, of course I have to come to find you. Later, I heard that you worshipped an ancient sword god and was like a father, but the manual is always orange. I knew that you were not in a good condition, and most of the time you were deceived. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to explain it to you clearly."

Zhu Shiyao was stunned for a long time before saying, "Oh." After a long time, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I couldn't rescue myself anyway."

Wang Lu said, looking at the vast darkness around him, it seemed deeper than the endless sea of ​​suffering before. The sea of ​​suffering is endless, but at least there is a turbulent black fog around him, making people realize that this place is not dead silent, but the place where he is at this time is empty except for the little light where Wang Lu and Zhu Shiyao stand.

Maybe he was trapped by some ancient magical power when the Sword God self-destructed. He wanted to break it... he didn't know what to do.

After a while of silence, Zhu Shiyao said, "Junior brother, you..."

Wang Lu waved his hand: "I'm fine. Sharing joys and sorrows with my teammates is the team leader's obligation. No matter what you think, anyway, when you leave the mountain, my masters and uncles ask me to take care of everyone, so I have to take on the burden. Moreover, the situation is not that bad now. It is better to be trapped two people than to be trapped and wait for death by one person. At least we can think of a way."

"I mean, you are so weak."

Wang Lu was stunned for a cup of tea, and his heart was overwhelmed. Senior sister, do you deserve to be fucked? I worked hard to save you, you poked and scolded me. It was Pan Jinlian who resolutely abandoned her ex-husband and hired a gang of gangs to break her legs.

Zhu Shiyao said: "I want to say that my master once told me that you are the chief of the sect in Lingjian Mountain and are above me in all aspects. You may have to inherit the position of the head of the sect in the future. However, when you fought two times before, your strength was really weak, at least, you are not stronger than me."

As he said that, he was still a little indignant, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the Master's evaluation.

Wang Lu calmed down and said, "The head of the sect said so?"

As the chief of the sect, will he inherit the position of the leader in the future? Is this what the Master Feng Yin plans? Although the elders of Tianjian Hall have all this vague hint, it is unexpected that Feng Yin has made such a clear statement.

Yes, in the current Lingjian Sect, the only one who is likely to take on the head position of the younger generation is Wang Lu. Liulixian and Zhu Shiyao are strong enough, but they are far from enough in other aspects. As for Wen Bao, Yue Xinyao and others, they are also cultivators with excellent quality, but they are really far inferior to Wang Lu.

But this is the head of the Five Essentials of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance... Well, let's take a look first. Feng Yin Zhenren looks so old. In fact, he has only been practicing for more than two hundred years. In terms of his realm of transformation, he is simply a crime-like age. He has a long life. There is no need to care about the head of the sect or the head of the sect.

But what does the elder sister mean by her attitude? She is dissatisfied with her future leader?

"So, senior sister, do you think you are more suitable to be the head?"

Zhu Shiyao said, "I don't want it. Master thinks you are suitable, so it should be right. I don't know how to look at people, I only know how to look at swords. So, maybe you are very suitable to be the head of the Spirit Sword, but your swordsmanship is not strong enough."

Wang Lu was simply happy: "You are embarrassed to defeat your subordinates?"

Zhu Shiyao immediately raised her chest: "I am still stronger in my swordsmanship. I missed the game before because my glasses were damaged and my grasp was a little slow. At that time, my condition was not good." As she said that, a flash of inspiration, "It's like, if one day, if you are seriously injured and I defeat you, would it mean that I am stronger than you?"

Wang Lu asked back: "The strength that can only be exerted by glasses is not called strength. One day I can't think of eating a demon disintegration pill or something. Their skills have increased ten times, like crushing you like crushing an ant. Can you say that I am ten times better than you?"

Zhu Shiyao said: "Glasses are not external objects, but important auxiliary that is closely matched with my skills. When I achieve the golden elixir and the Great Dao Crystallization, I can internalize the external objects. In short, glasses are an integral part of me."

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An inseparable part? Wang Lu was just about to swear. He thought that although this senior sister often seemed to have a stubborn mind, she occasionally had amazing words. I don’t know if she found an ancient sword book one day, but when she wanted to practice this skill, would she be confused about something inseparable?

"It's not convincing to speak with your mouth. Since you stubbornly think that you are stronger, then when we get out of trouble, we will fight one-on-one in the martial arts field of Piaomiao Peak. How about the loser who calls Dad?"

"One word is determined" Zhu Shiyao's eyes shot out with a thrilling light. For her, being able to fight swords with a master of swords is more attractive than anything else. Although she just said that she belittled Wang Lu's swordsmanship, she just felt that Wang Lu's swordsmanship was a little weaker than her. The outcome in actual combat is hard to predict, and she is an excellent opponent of fighting swordsmanship.

"But the question now is how to get out, and first of all... where is this?"

Being deeply in trouble, Wang Lu was not panicked, but began to analyze rationally in an orderly manner and tried to find solutions. This darkness seemed to be unsolvable, but Wang Lu believed that there would always be a solution.

"Why do you need to be so troublesome? There is no way out, so let's break a way out."

After Zhu Shiyao finished speaking, the star sword light burst out from the soul.

Wang Lu was too lazy to pay attention to such an idiot who had only sword in his mind: "You are busy first, I'll use my brain."

Looking at Zhu Shiyao who was constantly trying to break through the darkness with sword energy in the distance, Wang Lu suddenly remembered something while sighing at the persistence of this sword snail.

He and Zhu Shiyao are both in the state of the soul at this time, but with their cultivation, the soul cannot be directly exposed. Before advancing to the Nascent Soul, the soul is theoretically extremely fragile. It is the monk's purple palace that protects the soul and can only act independently after the soul grows vigorously.

So now, is the place where the two souls are located...

Recalling the situation where Zhu Shiyao was taken over before, a light flashed through Wang Lu's mind.

Damn, no, right?

This boundless darkness was actually caused by Zhu Shiyao's purple palace being forced to open after being moved in by a quasi-true immortal-level soul?

Wang Lu looked at the senior sister who was still ignorant in the distance with extremely shocked eyes.
Chapter completed!