Chapter nine hundred and sixty first escape, forget
Watching the sword energy dissipate, his companions were killed in an instant and turned into the purest turbid energy, returning to the original reincarnation of everything in the world. The remaining demon gods' original arrogance was all gone.
He stood there as if in disbelief, while the sword in the palm of the white-haired swordsman in front whistled slightly.
They merge into one sword, and one sword becomes the body, stepping forward in an instant.
The sword in his palm had already pierced the throat of a god and demon. The dense sword energy instantly filled the soul around him. Then he turned and slashed, and the fierce arc of sword energy swept across into a full moon. Many gods and demons could no longer hold back, as if they knew no fear.
Not knowing any fear, they roared and rushed forward. For the second time in his life, Wei Yuan entered a state of absolute forgetfulness of self and sword.
It is not the state of forgetting the sword as the secular swordsmen call it.
But forget it completely.
Besides—
Where is the sword?
What I said was just a name he reluctantly gave to that thing.
Then the sword is not enough to be a form and restraint imposed by the secular mediocre people.
It's just a title.
Wei Yuan's Qi flowed, and when he gradually began to forget that the inner essence of the true spirit was perfect, even the power of cause and effect began to be potentially repelled. He raised his hand and drew out the sword, and in one breath, the sword energy of the Hundred Thousand Miles Kunlun passed through everything in the world in an instant.
, the front was dripping with blood, no one knew how many people had been killed, and finally even the demon stopped in his tracks.
I don’t know if it’s fear, worry and fear, or in front of me is a sword that is quiet and clear in Lian Arrogance and has almost turned into reality. The sharp point is pointing at the seemingly sick and injured Grand Master, but the Grand Master stretches out his sword.
In his right hand, he held this terrifying sword between two fingers.
Therefore, the sword cannot advance even an inch.
[The Foundation of Troubled Times] breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the Great Master is the Great Master.
It's because I worry too much.
Before he opened his mouth, [The Foundation of the Turbulent World]'s eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw a wound on the palm of the Grand Master, and blood was slowly flowing downwards. He seemed to be very sleepy before, but the eyes of the Grand Master of the Turbulent World, which did not have much energy, were completely exhausted.
He opened his eyes and looked at the sword pointed directly at his eyebrows. After a long time, he exclaimed: "Yuan."
"I've written this name down."
He looked forward and saw that the sword had penetrated the gods and demons of Shanggan and destroyed all the mountains and rivers. It still had some remaining power and was handed directly to his eyes. Following the trajectory of the sword, it was clear and smooth.
His perspective penetrated the mountains, tearing apart the bodies of gods and demons, majestic and fierce.
The finger exerts force, and there is a sudden vibration, the Qi and Qi are intertwined, and the chaotic world changes.
This bright sword intent was instantly shattered.
It turns into haze and spreads endlessly.
Even if it is broken, it still does not change its purity and its sharpness.
[The Foundation of the Troubled World] said: "He escaped?!
"It can't be regarded as an escape. The artistic conception and fighting spirit have reached their peak, and after they are invigorated, they will decline. They have already delivered their most enjoyable sword, so it is natural to take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation to break up the space and leave."
The Great Master of the Turbulent World nodded and returned to that tired posture with his eyes downcast.
[The Foundation of the Troubled World] was silent for a moment and said, "Why didn't you take advantage of the situation and kill him?"
The venerable voice paused and said with a smile:
"I said I lost my mind at that moment. Do you believe me?"
The most powerful great master in troubled times lost his mind because of the light of a mortal's sword.
He even subconsciously gave up on the swordsman himself.
Instead, concentrate on stopping this sword.
This means that this sword really poses a threat to him!
Only in this way will the great master of the world of chaos subconsciously block this sword. [The foundation of the world of chaos] was silent and said: "Then it seems that it is indeed an unparalleled swordsmanship."
The Great Master laughed loudly: "Isn't it unparalleled? Haven't you already experienced it yourself?"
"His condition is not very good. Such a sword can only be delivered after the momentum is staggered all the way to build up momentum. But you can't chase him, just let him go, ha... even if you chase him
, maybe it will make him use similar sword moves again, but after all, it will be a loss of her origin."
[The Foundation of Troubled Times] looked at the woman leaving over there and said: "The God of Thunder has sent his subordinates to chase her."
"Do I need my subordinates to call her back?"
"Go ahead."
Lord Zhuo Shi lowered his eyes and watched the wound on his finger slowly heal: "Yuan, your swordsmanship is so good."
"This is the friend you were talking about, Hun Chaos."
He suddenly laughed.
"It's a pity that it's still a bit tender."
No problem, just wait another three thousand years.
"I'm waiting for you, you are really qualified to hand out the second sword.
‘Kill you again!
The white-haired swordsman flew through the Kunlun Ruins.
The gods and demons in front were shocked by the terrifying sword. They looked at the swordsman with blood on the corner of his mouth, and his anger was so violent that he was hurting himself. They looked at him as if he had run out of gas, but his eyes were bright and bright.
Knowing that this is a sign that the enemy has revealed all his true potential and unleashed a sword without regrets.
The gods and demons were silent for a moment, then slowly retreated.
He raised his left hand and knocked on his chest, his eyes slightly lowered. He lowered his eyes with boundless hatred and the greatest respect that could be given to the enemy.
Among the countless powerful beings and gods and demons in this troubled world, a path naturally branched out.
Silent and breathless.
Let that figure fly away. The gods and demons in this troubled world are the most selfish and value personal dignity above all else.
Just as Fuxi once said in the Troubled Times, if you can achieve the Tao, you can give up your brothers and friends. If you can achieve the Tao, all living things will be nothing more than ants! No thought of life or death!
Out of sight are the temptations of fame, wealth and silk, and out of mind are they restrained by the six emotions of relatives and friends.
Without any ties, he seeks his own way between heaven and earth.
In order to achieve unparalleled control in the world and dominate the realm of eternity.
So such a person stepped into the troubled world alone with a single sword, and cut through the surroundings with one sword. Even if he stabbed the great master of the troubled world with a sword, he could still leave calmly. Even though they were enemies and bandits, they still had feelings in their hearts.
He had great admiration and was unwilling to be his enemy at this time, and immediately heard the rumbling sound of thunder.
Blood and thunder were running across the sky, and the woman who had previously been guarding the Master of the Troubled World approached instantly.
But he was blocked by the gods and demons in troubled times.
"Venerable Blood Thunder, this is to..."
"That human dared to take action against the Great Master, but now his injuries have exploded and his fuel has dried up. You will follow me to capture him!"
The top ten thunder gods in the troubled world spoke, but all the gods and demons stopped, and none of them obeyed the command. The thunder god looked slightly angry and said: "What do you mean? This is so presumptuous!" The one with a ferocious face,
The tall God and Demon of the Troubled World, with bloody claws protruding from his shoulder armor, had a long stick hanging in his hand and said:
"If you hurt the Great Master by relying on your own abilities, shouldn't you deserve respect?!"
"All the spirits and gods in this troubled world are all eager to achieve the unparalleled and unmatched state in the world!"
"What is it now? No matter how high the realm is, you are not allowed to challenge the strong, otherwise it will be a violent death instead of glory. How is this different from the so-called rules and order of the Qing Dynasty?! Who is so arrogant?! Who is it?
Shake the foundation of our world!"
That god and demon is ferocious and overbearing.
The blood thunder flashed through, but he was immediately beheaded.
The huge head flew up directly. Before the blood could flow out, it was directly lifted up by the terrifying heat of the thunder and turned into powder. The huge body shook like a small mountain range in the human world and fell to its knees heavily.
With a foot under his feet and a pair of eyes sweeping across, many gods and demons still refused to obey orders. The swordsman was about to leave, so he simply no longer cared.
Instantly turned into blood thunder and chased away.
Wei Yuan covered his chest, the escape light was already swaying, the effect of Emperor Wa's blood was lost, but did it lose its effect, or was it that the sword just abandoned all methods was too hearty, but the blood of Emperor Yu Lianwa
All the power has been drained? Wei Yuan himself can't tell clearly. "It seems that I can't go back."
He pressed his eyebrows and finally understood.
According to convention, Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the top ten peaks, came to his body in the Tang Dynasty, and Wei Yuan fought with his past body. After the fight, just like the anchor point was stable, Wei Yuan's self-awareness would return to the future, and return to the future.
In Yuanshi Tianzun's body, something changed at this moment, and that sword was too pure.
Plus the power of Emperor Wa's blood.
Wei Yuan's true spirit became pure again, making it impossible to go back according to conventional methods.'
In such a situation, memory will continue to be lost. It is not until the death of this life that the true spirit can be freed and return to its original body along the anchor point. It seems that for this reason, coupled with the strong backlash of fate and cause and effect, Wei Yuan pressed his palm on
Between my eyebrows, I felt that my memory began to fall asleep little by little.
He entered a state of true spiritual slumber that seemed to be amnesia on the surface.
Those experiences in the modern era began to disappear bit by bit, losing sight bit by bit, falling asleep bit by bit, fighting against the wilderness, traveling across mountains and seas, and then the experiences of the human world, which were slowly slowing down until the beginning of the museum.
Slowly forgotten, and then came the story before the museum, which was his experience when he was in school.
Finally, Wei Yuan saw a change.
This scene was almost not in his memory, but because it was something Yuanshi Tianzun had experienced, it naturally emerged at this moment. The heavy snow was falling.
At that time, the street lamps were still in the shape of big speakers, low and low, with a rusty smell.
People still push their bicycles, trudging lightly and heavily on the snowy ground. As they trudge, they mutter, "It's really weird. Why did Quanzhou suddenly rain? This must be the Northeast."
The snow is so heavy that it hasn't happened in decades.
Wei Yuan saw his old house.
Then, a woman knocked on the door, and with a creaking sound, a grandfather who was much younger than Wei Yuan remembered came out.
"Who?! Huh? You are"
A woman holding an umbrella, only showing her smooth chin, holding a tightly wrapped baby in her arms, smiled: "This is your grandson..."
Lao Wei asked doubtfully: "Grandson?"
He shook his head and said, "What are you talking about? I only have one son, and his child is also a daughter. Have you found the wrong person?"
"Nothing wrong."
The woman said gently: "This is indeed your grandson."
Along with this voice, the stubborn old man who was currently living alone suddenly fell into a trance.
It seemed that he gradually felt that this child was indeed his grandson.
The woman said gently:
His name is according to his own wishes when he was in the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago."
"It's called Wei Yuan.
PS: Today’s second update, I don’t know if anyone has noticed that before, even during the Chinese New Year, Wei Yuan had not contacted his parents.
The realm of Taiqing where Fuxi lived was written before. In fact, it was a part of the land of annihilation that was brought there, which was equivalent to an expansion.
In addition, after the true spirit came back, it was Wei Yuan who fought. After Chen Yuan surpassed Kai Ming in swordsmanship, he was beaten to the lake to the point of death. When he died, he recovered Wei Yuan's true form.