Chapter 127: Pulling the Sword

Mo Xiu didn't know what was going on in Sword Valley, but after seeing Song Shenxue's Flying Snow Sword, Mo Xiu became more and more certain that there was a treasure here.

It was even possible that the entire Sword Valley was transformed from that treasure. The so-called Sword Spirit was not the real Sword Spirit, but the treasure spirit of that treasure.

In any case, the so-called Sword Spirit must be found first, otherwise, even if Mo Xiu had vast magical powers, he would not be able to confirm what that treasure was.

Falling into the tens of thousands of swords, Mo Xiu found a sword of the Spiritual rank, and with a little effort, the sword was pulled out by him.

Song Shenxue, who was watching by the side, was stunned for a moment. Obviously, she didn't expect Mo Xiu to be able to pull out the sword easily, even if it was only a sword of the Spiritual rank.

It stood to reason that as long as he could draw out the sword, he could get the gift of the Sword Spirit, even if it was only a sword of the Spiritual rank, it was enough to make Mo Xiu officially become a disciple of the Seraphic Sword Sect. However, after waiting for a long time, the Sword Spirit still did not appear.

"What's the matter?" she couldn't help but wonder.

Mo Xiu didn't take it seriously, he threw the sword casually and immediately flew forward.

Spiritual rank, Magic rank, Artifact rank, Treasure rank, Profound rank, Divine rank...

Mo Xiu's eyes flicked one by one, his figure gradually drifting away, and soon disappeared into Song Shenxue's sight.

"The more you go in, the higher the rank, and the greater the pressure you need to endure. But why is he not affected at all?" Song Shenxue looked in the direction in which Mo Xiu disappeared as she was puzzled.

After hesitating for a while, she followed the flyby and chased out toward Mo Xiu.

Mo Xiu kept going deep and didn't know how long it had passed before finally reaching the end of the valley.

Unlike the previous place, there were only a few sporadic swords at the end, and each sword could not show the rank, but with Mo Xiu's eyes, he could easily see the extraordinary features of these swords.

Although he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, according to Mo Xiu's guess, Song Shenxue's Flying Snow Sword was also obtained from this place, but Song Shenxue should be the only one who obtained the sword here, even today's Seraphic Sword Sect's Sect Master couldn't do it.

After watching for a while, before Mo Xiu could take action, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and it was Song Shenxue who came after him.

Different from the grace and calmness before, Song Shenxue's face was pale and bloodless at this moment. Her whole person looked very heavy, with thin beads of sweat coming out of her forehead, she seemed to be under great pressure.

"You... why are you not affected at all?" she looked breathless, and every step forward seemed very difficult.

Mo Xiu glanced at Song Shenxue without answering.

As the person involved, he naturally knew what was going on.

In fact, there was a coercive force in Sword Valley, but that coercive force was distributed in a slope shape, so there was a saying that 'the deeper you go inside, the more pressure you have to bear'.

The coercion power was so strong that even someone like Song Shenxue who had a cultivation base close to the elder of the Seraphic Sword Sect could not bear it.

But Mo Xiu was the Everlasting Demon King before, the pressure in his peak period was countless times more terrifying than the pressure in Sword Valley. Even though he had been reincarnated now, his power was not as good as before, it was not to the point that he was not comparable to this Sword Valley.

The pressure he could release was stronger than the pressure in the Sword Valley, how could the pressure in the Sword Valley win him?

If Song Shenxue had a pair of magical eyes like Mo Xiu, she could see that the pressure from Mo Xiu was contending with the pressure in Sword Valley, and even the pressure in Sword Valley was in a state of being suppressed.

Leaving aside other places for the time being, Mo Xiu's body and circumference were all within the domain of Mo Xiu. Under Mo Xiu's absolute control, he was naturally not affected by that coercive force.

There were some things that only Mo Xiu knew for himself, there was no need to say it.

Song Shenxue then stopped and asked Mo Xiu, "Do you want to draw the sword here?"

Mo Xiu was silent for a while, then nodded.

Song Shenxue: "I don't know why you are not affected by the pressure here, but I still say that. It's better not to go too far. My Flying Snow Sword was also pulled out from here, but I almost lost my life. Instead of pulling out the sword here, you might as well put your mind on those Divine rank swords."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xiu shook his head slightly, "If you can pull out the Flying Snow Sword, I can naturally pull out the other swords."

Song Shenxue was stunned, a little speechless.

She was very clear about her talents and aptitudes, saying that the strongest genius in the Profound Sky Continent might be a bit exaggerated, but to say that she was the strongest genius in the history of the Seraphic Sword Sect, she was completely acceptable and did not need a trace of humility.

This guy named Wu Jue actually compared himself with her, where did his confidence come from?

Before she could say anything, she heard Mo Xiu say, "Wait for something earth-shattering to happen, I suggest you go back to the place you were before, otherwise, you will be at your own risk."

"..."

Song Shenxue was even more speechless.

She simply stopped dissuading him, smoothed her breath, and said, "If you don't want to listen to me, there is no need to threaten me. If something really happens here, with my strength, it is not difficult to retreat to the original place. Don't worry about it, so you'd better worry about yourself, but when you forcefully draw the sword, be prepared to get backlashes."

Mo Xiu had already given a warning that Song Shenxue, so he did not care about her anymore.

He moved his gaze away from Song Shenxue and landed on the few swords with no rank.

There should have been nine swords, but one was taken away by Song Shenxue, and only eight were left.

As Mo Xiu raised his hand and waved, his True Energy swept out, pulling the eight swords.

"Buzz..."

There was a buzzing sound, and the whole ground was shaking violently.

"What are you doing?!" Song Shenxue was startled.

In the next moment, all the eight swords at the end of the valley were pulled out by Mo Xiu.

"Boom!"

The heaven and the earth faded, and the whole valley roared, not the roar of people or beasts, but the roar of swords.

Countless swords stuck in the ground rose into the sky, stabs towards the direction of Mo Xiu and Song Shenxue.

Song Shenxue's face changed, she finally knew what the earth-shattering thing Mo Xiu said was all about.

She didn't even have time to be surprised by the fact that Mo Xiu pulled out the eight swords in a row, and before she could take Mo Xiu away, those swords rushed out in the direction where she came.

All the swords darted violently, there was a rain of swords in the sky and the ground, and sword lights of various colors broke out, almost blinding her eyes.

She burst out the mighty True Energy of her whole body, rushed through the sword rain, trying to break out, but in the face of the terrifying sword rain, even if her cultivation was close to the elder of the Seraphic Sword Sect, she still seemed insignificant.

As a last resort, she sacrificed the Flying Snow Sword, burned her essence and blood, and a mysterious force burst out, and the entire Sword Valley immediately floated with snowflakes.

After that, her figure resembled a flying swallow, drew an arc in mid-air, shuttled out of the continuous sword rain, and it took a while before she landed near the entrance.

At this time, the deacons and elders guarding outside Sword Valley discovered something was wrong and rushed in one after another.

Before they could ask, another figure rushed in quickly, and it was the Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect who came in person.

"Master!"

"Sect Master!"

"I have seen the Sect Master!"

Everyone saluted.

"What happened?" Seraphic Sword Sect's Sect Master frowned and asked.

"I don't know, but the Sword Spirit should be angry," Song Shenxue replied.

The Sect Master of Seraphic Sword Sect seemed to have expected it a long time ago. He was not surprised as he asked, "Where is that person named Wu Jue?"

"Still in the inside, he was targeted by the Sword Spirit, it is estimated that it will be hard to live," Song Shenxue thought of the horrible sword rain just now, her scalp numb, and her heart lingered.

The Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect sighed, "Sure enough, he should not be allowed to join our Seraphic Sword Sect."

Nearby, an elder cautiously asked, "Sect Master, since the Sword Spirit is angry, will she never give us the sword again in the future?"

"I do not know either."

The Sect Master of the Seraphic Sword Sect shook his head slightly, "No one dares to disrespect the rules laid down by the ancestors. Since he has survived in the Desolate Ridge, he can only be allowed to join the Seraphic Sword Sect and let him come here to choose his sword. If the Sword Spirit gets angry because of it, and she really won't give us swords anymore, we can do nothing about it either."

Everyone sighed when they heard the words, feeling a little heavy.

Sword rain swept across and turned into a blade storm.

Song Shenxue stared at it for a while, and suddenly felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong for a while, so she just frowned and thought, and didn't say anything.

In the blade storm, Mo Xiu, who was supposed to be targeted by the Sword Spirit, was unscathed.

All eight swords with no rank were drawn by Mo Xiu, but they were not put away by Mo Xiu, they were thrown away everywhere.

After that, he looked up, and a figure stood among the blades, which seemed to be a young girl.

If nothing else, that girl should be the so-called Sword Spirit.

"Mortal, you are too greedy," the young girl said condescendingly.

Mo Xiu flew up, confronted the girl in the air, stared at her for a while, and asked, "What kind of thing are you?"

"Presumptuous! You are so presumptuous!"

The girl looked very angry, "I will break your body into pieces!"

After finishing speaking, with a wave of her hand, the world roared and a wall of swords swept towards Mo Xiu.

Mo Xiu had cultivated the Myriad Wood Spirit Art. Even if he was shattered into pieces, he could still survive. There shouldn't be any existence that could kill him in the entire Profound Sky Continent, and neither would the girl in front of him.

However, Mo Xiu didn't intend to let himself be beaten. Seeing that wall of swords swept over, he called out the Abyss Demon Sword. His figure then disappeared and replaced by a more than thirty-foot-long giant golem that appeared out of thin air, and the right hand of the golem was holding the Abyss Demon Sword.