Weak, exhausted, and powerless, these are the feelings Lin Zixuan had when he transformed from spirit to mortal. The special power wrapped around his body, as if his destiny was controlled by others. This made him extremely uncomfortable and also filled with fear.
This fear comes from the suspended seven swords and also from the powerful existence hiding in the dark!
"This... this is the soul-sealing mantra of the ancient Buddha during the end of the ancient Dharma. Once this mantra is spoken, it will follow the instructions. If it does not meet the requirements of the man who cast the mantra, this mantra will continue to exist until the end of his life!" The old voice said
Said tremblingly.
"Vicious and evil, this is not a test of inheritance at all. This is obviously a different kind of curse. The way to break it, in addition to unlocking the Seven Ultimate Sword Formation, is to believe in it and let this curse dissipate with your cultivation.
Finally, he became an ordinary person."
"But doesn't this accomplish the purpose of the caster?! Damn it, damn it! The monk who created this spell is so heartless and dehumanizing!" The voice murmured to himself, very angry.
"Boy Lin, you have to rely on yourself. I really can't help you." After saying that, the voice gradually disappeared in Lin Zixuan's consciousness.
The Seven Swords exuded brilliant colors, and the faint pressure made Lin Zixuan feel inexplicably palpitating, as if he would be instantly wiped out if he showed any resistance.
"This is not a test or a grind, but a selection that involves life and death. Under the guise of inheritance, he is actually choosing monks whose talent and temperament meet his requirements. There is only one reason for this, and that is that he is very weak.
He is so weak that only his soul body is left, and he wants to seize his body!" Lin Zixuan felt cold behind his back. This guess was extremely accurate, but there was a doubt, that is, why was the sword cultivator who was interrupted by him unharmed?
"Could it be that this test differs from person to person? That sword cultivator's talent is not as high as mine, and the formation corresponding to him is relatively weak." Lin Zixuan thought in his mind that this so-called inheritance of swordsmanship is actually an unfathomable trap, waiting for many
Genius throws itself into a trap.
At the same time, in a closed space in Wanyuan Sword Mountain, the place was filled with overwhelming sword energy, and the sword storm formed by thousands of sword energy continued to tear the void, but the broken space fragments were restored in an instant.
Time to restore, making this level of cutting endless!
In the center of the storm, there sat a scrawny old man in gray robes. If you look carefully, you will find that this terrifying sword energy is seeping out from the pores on the old man's body.
The old man who had closed his eyes and meditated suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and light shot out from his eyes, like two sharp swords piercing the void, making the scene of the stone platform outside clearly appear in his mind, and then his face seemed to twitch.
Then the corners of the dry mouth raised slightly.
"A Glazed Sword Spirit, and a junior who understands the power of space. It seems that the quality of this class is much better than before!" The old man's eyes showed excitement and he spoke hoarsely.
"Both of them have pretty good innate understanding. It depends on which one has the better character and can be the first to pass through the Seven Ultimate Sword Formation arranged by me."
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and all his attention was focused on Lin Zixuan, "It's strange that this kid has so many elemental origin marks on his body. Even some ancient families that have been passed down for thousands of years are not so generous, unless he is from that clan."
There was some worry on the old man's face. If he was really a member of that clan, then Lin Zixuan's identity must be special, and his experience must be accompanied by strong men. To attack him by yourself would be like pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth.
"It seems that this matter needs to be discussed in the long run!" The old man said calmly, a faint light flashing across his eyes.
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"Red represents happiness, gray represents anger, cyan represents worry, white represents sadness, black corresponds to fear, yellow corresponds to desire, and the last pink is love." Lin Zixuan looked at the colors emitted by the Seven Swords and fell into deep thinking.
"It's not difficult to get rid of the four emotions of joy, anger, worry and sadness." Lin Zixuan pointed at it. When he touched the red sword, the emotion of joy in his body suddenly disappeared, as if it was sucked out of thin air.
At this moment, Lin Zixuan found that he had forgotten to smile. Even if something happened that made him very happy, his mood would not fluctuate at all.
Lin Zixuan didn't hesitate, and touched the white sword. His body trembled, and his anger disappeared. Then he touched cyan, and finally gray.
The disappearance of the four emotions one after another made four of the seven swords dim, and also caused Lin Zixuan to lose his feelings. From Lin Zixuan's life, there will no longer be joy, forgiveness, sadness, and sorrow.
"I have cut off four of the seven swords, leaving only fear, desire and love, but these last three swords seem to be a little different." Lin Zixuan observed the dazzling light released and said in his heart.
"Boy Lin, act according to your ability. Based on my intuition, the remaining three swords are by no means that simple." The old voice reminded solemnly.
"I know, but Lin is already riding a tiger and can't help himself. No matter what, I have to give it a try." Lin Zixuan shook his head, and after that, he pointed towards the black sword.
Suddenly, his soul seemed to be sucked away, and then his mind was spinning. The next moment, his body appeared in a lonely grave.
A blood moon hung on the gray night, and the desolate wind whined and whistled, rustling the leaves of the trees. There was also a weird and sinister laughter mixed with the miserable and mournful cries, which made Lin Zixuan's body crawl with chicken skin.
pimple.
This is the fear that comes from the bottom of his heart, and it is also the powerlessness of Lin Zixuan as a mortal.
"If we want to cut off fear, why not cut it off forcibly? Why bother and let Lin experience it for himself?" Looking at the countless low tombs, Lin Zixuan thought of the Forest of Death, but this kind of terror was completely different.
The former is evil, the latter is deceitful!
The wind blew out the smell of blood that filled the grave, making the world become dull and depressing. Suddenly, the grave bag closest to Lin Zixuan suddenly burst open, and black soil rolled down to all sides, followed by dark red and sticky
The blood caused Lin Zixuan's body to freeze and his brain to freeze.
Endless black energy spread out from the grave pit, condensing into a black shadow in mid-air, and then stretched out its white and slender arms, and then came the skinny legs, except for the head, which made it look extremely...
Uncoordinated.
"It's not a demon, nor does it look like a ghost, but it makes me feel deeply afraid."
Looking at the black shadow, a light appeared in Lin Zixuan's eyes. It was Mingwu, "This black long sword is clearly a copy of the illusion that I was afraid of. It infinitely magnified the fear in my heart, making it appear in front of me, making me fear.
In the midst of sinking and depravity.”
As the laughter and crying stopped suddenly, a powerful wave emanated from the black figure. It became clearer and clearer in Lin Zixuan's mind, until it instantly took over the dominant position, and the headless man