Luo Hai looked around blankly and found that there was no one around except those various creatures that were covered in blood and killing everyone.
"The soul of the sword is dead, I am his remnant soul" the voice came again
This time Luo Hai listened carefully and found that the source of the sound came from all directions and there was no way to trace it.
"Can the soul of a sword die?"
Unable to find anyone, Luo Hai gave up and asked in a solemn voice
"Spiritual beings, who can escape from the blood prison of life and death in the netherworld? Without the soul of the sword, these souls who have been killed by the demon-slayer and weeping blood have no one to restrain them. This is what you see."
"What's the matter? Let them fight it." Luo Hai spread his hands
"The reason why Demon Slayer and Weeping Blood ranks first among the five ancient artifacts is because of the souls in the Netherworld of Blood Prison. The more people Slaying Demon and Weeping Blood kills, the stronger the souls will be, and the power will gradually increase. However,
These souls killed each other because there was no sword soul to suppress them. If things go on like this, the souls in the Netherworld of Blood Prison will dissipate, and the Demon-Slaying and Weeping Blood General will become an ordinary weapon."
"So serious?" Luo Hai was shocked. He originally thought that his arrival made these magical things a little excited, but now it seems that they kill each other every once in a while.
"The fact that you are here means that you are the next owner of the Demon-Slaying Blood. Once the soul of the sword is gone, as the new owner of the Demon-Slaying Blood, if you want to maximize the power of the Demon-Slaying Blood, you must
Find a creature that can suppress all the souls in the Blood Hell Netherworld and let it become the new sword soul. Otherwise, the divine weapon has no soul and you will never be its master."
After hearing this, Luo Hai's eyes flashed, he pondered for a while and said: "It's easy to say, where can I find a sword soul?"
In fact, what he had in mind was that he had no intention of being the real master. What he wanted was the weapon of Killing Demons and Weeping Blood. Apart from the soul of the sword, the weapon itself was an ancient magic weapon. He had the mutated ** of the Tang Dynasty government.
As long as he learns this skill and the weapon of Demon Slayer and Weeping Blood, he can exert the power of the Divine Weapon Master just like the great elder said. Whether he has the soul of the sword or not, it doesn't seem to matter.
"I am just a ray of remnant soul, and I can't control your thoughts. I have been sleeping for thousands of years, slaying demons and weeping blood. How can I watch it continue to be buried for thirty years? As long as no new sword soul appears after thirty years, the blood prison
The Netherworld will be completely shattered, and there will no longer be any real demon-killing and blood-sucking people in the world."
"Okay, I'll try to find a new sword soul." Luo Hai waved his hand. He actually heard a strong sense of regret in his voice. Thinking about it, if what this residual soul said was true, thirty years later
It's a pity that the Netherworld of Blood Prison has disappeared, and thirty years is still far away for Luo Hai. He can always find a way to find it.
"Tell me how to find a new sword soul? And how did the original sword soul die?" Luo Hai continued to ask. This sword soul is much stronger than the voice in the Dragon Spine Tower. At least now this one can communicate with him.
"The master who slays demons and weeps blood is Hongyu, the top master of the Daguang tribe three thousand years ago. The soul of the sword is the dragon turtle, an ancient beast. At that time, the Daguang tribe fought with the Nanla tribe. Hongyu was defeated by the Nanla tribe and the Motian tribe.
The two most powerful men besieged and fought for three months, and finally fell. The master fell. The soul of the sword was connected to the life of the master. After supporting it for a hundred years, both soul and body were destroyed, leaving only my residual soul. Three thousand years have passed in the outside world. If you don't
Appears, kills demons and weeps blood and will never be unearthed.”
"When Hongyu fell, he left his last words: If it's not our race, it's not a foreign race, with the power of Shura, three stars gathering demons, weeping blood will come!"
Luo Hai's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Isn't this exactly the prophecy he heard in the Daguang tribe?"
"What does the power of Shura, three-star gathering of demons mean?" He could only guess the meaning of the first two sentences, but he still doesn't know the latter.
"The power of Shura refers to the power beyond the three realms. Since you can come here, it is enough to prove that you have the power of Shura. The three-star gathering of demons is the ultimate killing technique that kills monsters and weeps blood. Master Hongyu's power reaches the world.
, but have never displayed this style. What these last words say is that only by using the three-star magic gathering, killing demons and weeping blood, can we be the true leader of ten thousand soldiers."
The corner of Luo Hai's mouth twitched. Not to mention the three-star gathering of demons, even the existence of the Netherworld of Blood Prison is now in danger. Regarding this ultimate killing technique, he felt that he should put it down for the time being. His thoughts changed and he wondered again. He was only five levels of Qi.
How can a nineteen-level strength come from the power of Shura that transcends the three realms?
Could he be talking about his fusion energy?!
"It's possible." Luo Hai nodded, and there was only one explanation. After all, the biggest difference between him and other cultivators is that he has integrated Ziwu Mica. Such power is indeed unprecedented.
"New master, I don't have much time. Whether the Demon-Slaying Weeping Blood will see the light of day again depends on your thoughts. The new sword soul must be a unique ancient beast in the world. Use the Demon-Slaying Weeping Blood to swallow its flesh and soul.
As long as you can collect his soul for your own use, you can use it to suppress thousands of souls in the Netherworld of Blood Prison."
The voice came, getting deeper and deeper
Luo Hai's face changed slightly, this remnant soul might not last long.
After thinking for a moment, he hurriedly said: "If you have anything else to say, don't wait for me to ask."
"Every three years in the Netherworld of Blood Prison, a war breaks out among the tens of millions of souls inside. After thirty years, the souls will be completely destroyed."
"Next, I will send you away from the Netherworld of the Blood Hell. After you get the Demon-Slaying Blood, you will sleep for about three years. During this time, the blade of the Demon-Slaying Blood will be integrated into your body and soul, and your strength will also be enhanced.
Leap, but you cannot use the power of souls in the Netherworld of Blood Prison. It is just an ordinary sharp weapon. After you get the sword of Killing Demons and Weeping Blood, as long as the Netherworld of Blood Prison has not disappeared, you can enter here at will.
I will stay here for several combat skills including the three-star magic gathering. When you get the Demon-Slaying Blood Blade, you can come here to practice at any time."
"Sleeping for three years." Luo Hai stared. In three years, wouldn't everything be delayed?
"Listen to me, the Blood Prison Netherworld is a realm that the Dragon Turtle has spent thousands of years cultivating. The time here is ten times different from the outside world. One day in the outside world is ten days in the Blood Prison Netherworld. If you practice here, you can
Increase your cultivation speed tenfold."
"What!" Luo Hai's eyes flashed. The time is different? One day is worth ten days!
"The Dark Dragon's Cave, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and the sea of chess, all go to hell."
Suddenly, Luo Hai felt like he was about to faint from happiness. He encountered such a heaven-defying existence, and he was certain in his heart, secretly saying that he would find a sword soul no matter what.
"Wait a minute." His expression suddenly changed: "When you said that the Blood Prison Netherworld can still exist for thirty years, do you mean the thirty years here!?"
"That's right. In its heyday, the Blood Prison Netherworld was tens of thousands of miles away, and there were hundreds of millions of souls. All of them were ancient demon clans that had killed demons and weeping blood. Today, the Blood Prison Netherworld is only a few hundred miles away, and there are hundreds of millions of souls.
There are less than one hundred thousand left. Although I sleep here, every thousand years, I will use the power of business to observe the outside world. If the Blood Prison Nether World wants to return to its heyday, it is difficult to do so in today's world.
"The voice became weaker and weaker.
Luo Hai groaned, thirty years here, which means there are only three years outside. Calculated in this way, three thousand years have passed since Demon Slaying and Weeping Blood was buried outside. There is no sword soul in this blood prison netherworld, and it still remains.
For 30,000 years, a battle breaks out every three years, and there are still tens of thousands of souls inside. You can imagine how huge the number of souls was during the heyday of Killing Demons and Weeping Blood.
A ray of remnant soul has existed for tens of thousands of years. Luo Hai could not imagine how powerful the demon-slaying sword soul was.
But no matter what, he cannot let the Blood Prison Netherworld collapse like this. As for what this residual soul said about restoring the heyday of the Blood Prison Netherworld, he also knows that it is unlikely. The current continent and the underground world are all a little bit different.
The total number of powerful creatures cannot reach hundreds of millions. Even if he has the ability to kill everyone, there is no point in doing so. The ancient demon clan has long been extinct, and now he does not have so many opportunities to gather souls.
"I can't guarantee that it will be restored to its full glory, but the Netherworld of Blood Prison will never be destroyed in my hands." Luo Hai solemnly said, if such a heaven-defying existence really disappears, he himself will not forgive himself, ten times more.
Is the speed of cultivation a child's play? With this existence, he can reach the peak of cultivation in the shortest time
After receiving these words from Luo Hai, the remnant soul of the sword seemed to be relieved. He spoke again, his voice became extremely weak. He had already answered Luo Hai's questions, and his power was almost exhausted, but he still spoke slowly.
Explain all the matters related to slaying demons and crying blood
Luo Hai listened attentively. The soul of the sword began to narrate from the time when he met his master Hongyu when he was slaying demons and weeping blood. Until the end of the war, even the tens of thousands of years of experience of this remnant soul in the blood prison and the underworld were like a storyteller.
in his mind
I don't know how long time passed, but Luo Hai suddenly felt that the voice in his heart began to fade away, and suddenly the world started to spin, and his vision went dark.
In the hazy moment, he seemed to have had a dream, in which he came to the blood-red secret room in his memory.
At the end of the secret room, a terrifying sword that was three feet long stood in the sky, with a huge pool of blood below. As the blood mist rose, he walked over involuntarily and fell into the pool of blood.
Gulu!
Like a dream, he felt that his body was being pulled by masses of blood-red monsters
Bang!
Broken, Luo Hai screamed in his dream. Along with the heartbreaking pain, his body was torn into countless pieces, and the blood mist rolled. He watched his flesh and blood being swallowed up by those ferocious monsters, and then spit out.
, and finally they pulled their own flesh and blood and spliced them into their own appearance.
Before he could come to his senses, bang, more intense pain came, and he watched helplessly as he was once again pulled to pieces by those monsters.
Endless reincarnation, like a nightmare that will never wake up, haunts Luo Hai's heart
Collapse after collapse, rebirth again and again, he was immersed in the abyss of pain, unable to extricate himself, tortured and tortured, like a bottomless pit that completely swallowed up his soul.