Volume 1 The Son of Heaven's Sword Chapter 6 The Swordsman
The bright moon is in the sky, and everything is silent.
In the room, two figures stood opposite each other, motionless.
Yun Que's eyes lost all brilliance, showing a scene he had never seen before.
He was in a void, surrounded by fog, as if he was floating on the bottom of the sea, like a dream.
"Where is this?"
Yun Que lowered his head to check and found that he had turned into an illusory body like a shadow!
"Could it be that after I die, this is the underworld?"
Yun Que looked around, trying to determine where he was.
"This place is called the Sea of Divine Consciousness, the place where the soul of the soul resides, and everyone has it."
The voice of the Medicine Taoist came from all directions, filled with ethereal joy: "I'm lucky, I. Your sea of consciousness is so vast, enough to cultivate a powerful soul!"
With Yun Que's mind, he had already guessed a lot from the other party's words.
The medicine man actually plans to occupy the magpie's nest!
The two cold words "seizing one's body" will make anyone shudder when they think of them.
Legend has it that there is an evil method in the spiritual world that can occupy other people's bodies with the soul, seize the physical body, and regain a new life.
Yun Que finally figured out the cause and effect.
It turns out that Chu Xi is the body cultivated by the Taoist Medicine Master. He destroyed Chu Xi and became the next target of the Taoist Medicine Man.
No one wants to have their body taken over by an outsider, and Yun Que is no exception.
He ran wildly in the fog.
But no matter how he ran, the laughter of the medicine man always echoed nearby.
"It's useless, little mouse, you can't escape from Pindao's Wuzhishan, hehehehe."
In the rampant laughter, there is absolute confidence!
Yun Que stopped and felt furious.
Fight!
I would rather lose my soul than let the other party succeed in seizing my body.
A strong wind blew, and the fog dispersed, revealing the figure of the Taoist Medicine Master.
The moment he saw the other person again, Yun Que's heart sank to the bottom.
The body of the Medicine Taoist is as tall as a hill, and he is more than a hundred times stronger than himself!
In front of the Taoist Medicine Master's soul, Yun Que was like a pitiful little insect that could be crushed with just one kick!
The difference in strength was so huge that Yun Que could not think of any other way besides waiting to die.
Such a level of soul is by no means a low-level monk.
The opponent's cultivation level is unfathomable!
"The Taoist master has great cultivation, why should he take away a little person like me who has no cultivation."
Yun Que sincerely suggested: "There are many masters in the Sword Palace, you should find someone with good talent to seize the body."
The medicine man smiled condescendingly and said:
"Seizing the body is different from other methods. The higher the target's cultivation level, the stronger the soul will be. It is easy to fail. To be on the safe side, it is best for young people who have just started practicing Seizing the body, and you are the best candidate."
The Taoist Medicine Master exuded terrible pressure as he spoke, and Yun Que felt as if he was in the middle of a tornado, unable to move.
In front of the Taoist medicine man, his power is like a mantis trying to use his arms as a chariot.
"I have something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not!"
"you say."
"I'm your grandma!"
"Die, you sharp-tongued little mouse."
The medicine man sneered and opened his mouth.
As long as he swallows Yun Que's soul, he can take his place and become the master of this place.
Just when the medicine man thought that there was no longer any suspense about seizing the body, the fog around him suddenly surged and gradually turned into a dark river.
A strange long river with no end in sight flows out of nothingness.
"What's this!"
The Taoist priest exclaimed: "How can there be a river in the sea of spiritual consciousness? No, this is not a real river, this is the river of souls!"
There were countless figures floating in the dark river, including men and women, old and young. They were fighting, devouring, and floating around each other. Their faces could not be seen clearly, and they looked like fierce ghosts.
The endless black river is like the river of forgetfulness in the underworld!
As the river emerged, the pressure on Yun Que suddenly disappeared.
In front of him, a middle-aged man wearing a torn black robe appeared. His long hair was hanging down, and his face was as desolate as a knife or an axe.
"The descendants of the Yun family finally have a sword wielder..."
The man in black uttered a vicissitudes of whisper, like a whisper from ancient times.
"Who are you?"
Yun Que said in surprise, he didn't expect there to be anyone besides the Medicine Taoist.
My sea of consciousness is okay. It’s not a teahouse or a wine shop where people listen to books. How can there be so many people here?
"My name is Kongwang, one of the nine calamities."
There was no emotion in the eyes of the man in black, and they were full of lifeless silence.
"It turns out that I can absorb the sword energy of the sword talisman because of you! Do I have spiritual roots in my body?"
Yun Que couldn't wait to ask.
Since it is one of the Nine Tribulations, it means that the opponent is the sword spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword!
The man in black named Kongxu slowly shook his head.
"As expected, I have no spiritual roots..." Yun Que said disappointedly.
"Whether you have spiritual roots or not, it doesn't matter."
Kongsu's deep voice said: "Spiritual energy can be used to strengthen oneself, so can sword energy. Since you have awakened the Nine Tribulations Sword, you should practice with sword energy. All famous swords in the world are stepping stones."
Yun Que rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, you are exaggerating."
There are countless strong people in the world, and they dare to say that they use the world's famous swords as a stepping stone. This tone is really limitless.
The void explains nothing.
As the black robe swayed, countless evil spirits in the river turned into sharp swords, thousands and thousands of them, countless!
In an instant, the entire river was filled with sword light and became a sea of swords!
"This is the Wangchuan Sword River, which imprisons the sword souls of billions of dead souls. These dead souls were all masters of swordsmanship during their lifetimes. If they are driven away, they can destroy the heaven and the earth."
Looking at the boundless black sword river, Yun Que was stunned.
Not to mention the power, just these billions can kill an entire army if blasted out!
"How to drive?"
"It's not available for the moment."
"Why?"
"Your cultivation level is too low. If you take out the sword spirit, it will easily backfire and kill you."
"That's easy to handle. When I slowly improve my cultivation, I can control it myself."
Kongru shook his head again.
Yun Que was puzzled and said, "Am I wrong?"
"That's right. As your cultivation level increases, you can indeed control the Soul Sword. However, you don't have time to practice slowly."
"No time? What's going on?"
Kong Su looked at the Endless Sword River in the distance and said in a desolate voice:
"You opened the Wangchuan Sword River and gained the power of my sword spirit. The Nine Tribulations Sword has nine sword spirits. Unfortunately, my power is not suitable for weak practitioners."
"It turns out that each of the nine sword spirits has different powers, so what is your power?"
"The calamity of death among the nine calamities."
Kong Lu calmly added: "The Nine Tribulations Sword has become a sword vein. You need to constantly absorb the sword energy to delay the explosion of the power of the death calamity. Otherwise, your flesh and blood will be sucked dry by the sword veins and you will become one of the sword souls."
Yun Que felt like scolding his mother.
"I can't cut anyone else with other swords, but I can't even cut myself with this sword." Yun Que said helplessly: "Then what use do I need from you, uncle?"
"At least, no one can kill you before you are swallowed up by the power of death."
With the whisper of Kongwu, water splashed on the Sword River of Forgotten River, and a new sword soul fell into it.
It is the Taoist medicine man!
The Yuanshen of the Medicine Taoist, who was originally as tall as a hill, was as small as a drop of water in the Jian River.
"You little bastard, you tricked me! Your sea of consciousness is actually connected to hell! Let me out! Let me go!"
The medicine man roared in fear and struggled desperately.
"I realize now that it's too late. Stay in hell for the New Year, old bastard." Yun Que waved goodbye.
"Let me go! I will give you the elixir of immortality! I will give you peerless sword skills! I also know many secrets, let me tell you all! I actually come from..."
Yun Que was listening intently when he realized that there was nothing more to say.
When I looked up, I saw that the Medicine Taoist had sunk into the Jian River.
Russian territory,
The medicine man's head struggled to get out of the water, roaring like crazy.
"A sword across the sea can cut off the eternity!"
After shouting the last words, the Taoist Medicine Master's soul was dragged into the bottom of the river by countless dead souls, completely becoming one of the sword souls.
"Hey Uncle Dead, I'm going to be given a peerless swordsmanship. Why did you sink him?" Yun Que said dissatisfied.
"Peerless swordsmanship? Ha."
Kong Su's tone fluctuated for the first time, and he said with a touch of arrogance:
"My sword can break all laws in the world."
Then you should let me live first, Yun Que cursed.
Although he obtained an amazing sword vein, he also faced a huge crisis.
If the speed of cultivation cannot catch up with the speed of the explosion of the power of death, it will definitely lead to death.
It seems that the first goal from now on is not to practice, but to find a sword...