Chapter 438

Shen Shi lowered his head and was silent for a moment. Then he took out the fragment of the ancient sword from Ruyi bag.

The light came from the sword. Maybe it was because he had seen it once in the daytime, or some other reason he didn't know. In a word, in this quiet night, when he came to wuzhenyan again, when the killing immortal sword was shining again, he felt that the power from the sword seemed warm And a lot.

The illusion of destroying heaven and earth didn't appear again, and wuzhenyan didn't show any signs of shaking and breaking. It seemed that everything was calmer at night.

Only the soft light from the sword lit up Shen Shi's face, and also illuminated the big stone standing alone after countless years of wind, frost, rain and snow.

The light of the sword fell gently on Wuzhen rock, reflecting a beautiful and slightly treacherous halo. Shen Shi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his other hand, which did not hold the sword, and tried to touch the big stone. When his palm touched wuzhenyan, Shen Shi was a little nervous. Even he didn't know what would happen next. Maybe he was just curious.

And the result seems very calm, no illusion, no vibration, no earth shaking changes, wuzhenyan is still silent. Shen Shi frowned slightly, but he was a little disappointed after a sigh of relief. When he turned his head, he found that the light of his wounded sword suddenly brightened up.

The white light gradually became a little hot from the initial softness, and the brightness gradually increased. Before long, Shen Shi found that he could not see the body of the sword, and the light had completely wrapped the sword. However, the light didn't seem to hurt his flesh and palm, and he didn't feel any pain and heat, but when he looked at the light on the remnant sword blankly, his heart suddenly jumped.

It was like beating a drum, like palpitation. It was a sudden shock, which shocked his body.

At that moment, the sky of heaven and earth seemed to be distorted, and the vast sea of clouds seemed to set off waves. In the night of this dark sea, an undercurrent was flowing.

The wind is blowing fast.

The waves grow and the clouds die.

Among the clouds of Xiongfeng mountain, countless clouds, which are shrouded in the night, begin to flow slowly, like a thousand troops and horses, and like a hundred rivers and seas. From all sides, in the strong wind, they are as turbulent as tides, wave by wave, wave by wave, and begin to shoot slowly to the dangerous cliff where wuzhenyan is.

Shen Shi's breathing began to be a little short. It seemed that there was an inexplicable but huge power in the sky, which was slowly gathering in the void in front of him. He felt that he was so small, as if he was going to break his body and bones in the sea of clouds.

However, wuzhenyan is still motionless in the face of the darkness and the surging sea of clouds, just like every day for millions of years, when the light on the killing immortal sword is shining brightly, it seems to be awakened again.

This big stone, ordinary and scarred, finally vibrated slightly.

In a flash, Shen Shi suddenly felt a flower in front of his eyes, the sky of heaven and earth twisted again, the illusion that he had seen in the daytime suddenly reappeared, the wind and rain flashed and thundered, the heaven and earth roared like the roar of the gods, and there was another figure in front of him facing the unimaginable power of heaven and earth.

This time, the figure seems to be a lot clearer, as if standing in front of him not far away, but still back to him. Facing the storm and thunder, the roar and roar of heaven and earth, the lightning tore the sky, the darkness opened its mouth and swarmed in. Only wuzhenyan stood at his feet, silent but tenacious.

All of a sudden, a blazing lightning flashed by, and the heaven and earth vibrated. In the wild light, Shen Shi suddenly saw the man with his back to him. In his hand, he was still holding a sword.

An old and silent sword

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a silent thunder seemed to ring from the bottom of his heart, which instantly knocked Shen Shi to the ground. He hummed in a low voice, with a look of pain on his face and staggered back. He could not help but sit down on the ground. At the same time, he sprayed a mouthful of blood directly from his mouth. When his palm left wuzhenyan, the illusion disappeared immediately.

All of a sudden, everything was restored to its original state in front of his eyes. The sky, the sea of clouds and rocks, the night wind was blowing slowly, and the night was calm as usual, as if nothing had happened.

It seems that it's just a dream.

Shen Shi only felt that his whole body was full of Qi and blood and nauseous. This was a feeling he had never felt since he was a monk. All the Qi channels and collaterals of his body seemed to be completely covered by a strange force at this moment. There was an illusion of clucking and shaking.

But fortunately, with the disappearance of the illusion, this strange power also quickly disappeared, his body gradually recovered, after a long breath, he slowly stood up.Everything in front of me, wuzhenyan and the sea of clouds in front of me, everything seems so calm, as if nothing happened. But when Shen Shi lowered his head, he still saw the blood that he had just spewed out with that little light.

He was silent for a moment. He knew that his way was too low after all. He was afraid that he could not bear the power inspired by the killing immortal sword in Wuzhen rock, and he would not dare to try again. Just in his mind, the man's back in the illusion of facing the sky and earth, really gave him too deep impression, let him linger, can't forget.

Is that man yuan Wentian, the head of the six saints?

Is the sword in his hand the legendary ancient sword of killing immortals?

However, Shen Shi immediately thought about it, but he was a little confused. The fragment of the ancient sword in his hand came from the zhenhun abyss in the Gaoling mountains. It was arranged by the Taigu Yinlong to deal with the ancient ghosts and witches. According to what he heard on that day, it seems that it was at least several hundred thousand years or even earlier. The era of the Yuan Dynasty is only 10000 years ago.

Between the two, it seems that I'm sorry to come.

But if it's not the ancient sword of killing immortals, why does wuzhenyan echo the ancient sword of killing immortals?

Is it true that the illusion is just a kind of bewitching illusion, which does not exist in the world at all, or is there a mysterious reason behind the history that has been annihilated in the long history?

Shen Shi felt that his head was about to explode at the moment, and his mind was in a mess. After biting his teeth, he didn't dare to think about it any more, so he shook his head fiercely, thinking that there must be a reason why the sage was holy in the past. There must be something wonderful that ordinary people can't understand.

This makes Shen Shi feel more relaxed. Even he thinks it's funny and evasive, but it's too weird. Don't think about it any more. After taking a deep breath, he pondered for a moment and was ready to turn around and leave. There is something strange about Wuzhen rock. It's better not to stay for a long time.

But when he turned his head, his eyes suddenly turned and a piece of astonishment flashed in his eyes. At this moment, the sky, clouds and rocks had calmed down, but somehow, the fragments of the immortal killing sword in his hand still didn't mean to stop.

Although the white light was a little weak, it was still shining brightly. At the same time, the light of the sword seemed to no longer shine on wuzhenyan in front of him, but to the vast sea of clouds outside the cliff, and to the seemingly endless night, leaning slightly in the past.

White light huff and puff, flickering, as if pointing in a certain direction.

Shen Shi felt a thump in his heart and tried to lift the remnant sword higher. As expected, the light on the sword changed slightly with his movement.

Shen Shi was stunned for a moment. Suddenly he took a few steps forward, but he came to wuzhenyan. Then he held the sword tightly, waved his arm to the void outside the cliff, and began to change his position slowly. His eyes were staring at the strange light on the sword.

The sword is like a candle, which seems to be blown by the wind. With his arm moving, the light is quietly changing, ups and downs. However, no matter how it changes, the light has been tenaciously pointing to a certain direction, and never changes.

Shen Shi put down his sword and looked up. He saw that in that direction, it was the depth of the sea of empty clouds, a boundless darkness. He could see nothing clearly and nothing.

He gazed for a long time and got nothing. He shook his head and was about to give up. Suddenly, in the light of the corner of his eye, he saw the darkness. It seemed that there was a faint light passing by.

Very light, very thin, as if if if there is light, in the depths of the night flash, then never see.

Shen Shen stopped as like as two peas and looked at it again. But he found everything was the same as before. When he looked down at the sword, he found that the light on the sword had begun to fade away.

As if the brilliance of the remnant sword had come to the time of exhaustion.

Shen Shi was silent for a moment, and suddenly raised his head. In the night wind, facing the cliff, his breath was a little excited and a little short, but there was a look of expectation in his eyes. There was no longer any hesitation. He clenched his teeth, flipped his hand, and a flash of light flashed by. From his wishful bag, he took out a clear flashing dagger.

Snow sword.

Half a month before he came to yuanshimen, he spent most of his time training and controlling this spirit sword. Now, he has mastered the art of imperial sword. At the moment, he was staring at the place where there seemed to have been a flash of light in the distance, feeling the power of calling in the killing immortal sword. After taking a deep breath, he sacrificed the snow sword and stepped on it.

The sword is shining, slowly rising, carrying his body. In the night, under the strong wind, his skirt is hunting wildly. Suddenly there was a sharp roar, and heaven and earth seemed to echo, and then turned into a white light, which broke through the air and went straight to the distance.

On the precipice, everything calmed down again. Only the big stone still stood in the dark shadow, facing the empty sky outside, looking at the white sword light from behind.www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!