Sometime in the middle of the night.

It was pitch black in the west wing of the yard.

On the inner side of the room, there was a small "mountain" on the bed, and a smart and pretty girl was sleeping in the quilt.

On the other side of the room, there was a woman in a black dress and long hair, meditating quietly on a cushion.

One woman is sleeping, and the other is practicing.

The west wing was quiet.

You can hear a pin drop.

At a certain moment, a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy seemed to be coming from the main house not far away.

The sound was not loud, and the fluctuations were barely noticeable before it even left the hospital gate.

The west wing was still as quiet as before.

The figure of the woman in black dress who was meditating did not move at all.

Only occasionally, the bulging quilt on the bed in the inner room would move, and it would be the pretty girl inside who turned over in her sleep.

A tiny ray of light leaked out from the slit of his eyes, quickly swept across the quilt, and then glanced towards the main house outside the window.

The glance was fleeting.

Su Qingdai had already closed her eyes.

She was practicing 'seriously', and at one moment, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly...

…

"Wait, I have a question."

Inside the main house.

At this moment, facing this powerful existence that sounded outrageous and was several levels higher than the Kunpeng warrior in the Xuanhuang Realm, Zhao Rong was a little excited, but he learned from the last lesson.

He thought about it and said tentatively:

"Um, Gui, are you sure this technique... isn't one that's everywhere? The kind that's everywhere out there."

Although the "Ant Ascension to Heaven" practiced in the Ascension Realm is a good technique, it is too low-profile. Zhao Rong has always been a little resentful about it, thinking that he has dealt with a useless sword spirit.

Is there not much difference with or without it?

However, at this moment, what he didn't expect was that Gui admitted without even thinking: "I don't know either."

Zhao Rong's forehead darkened.

The sword spirit paused and chuckled, as if he knew what Zhao Rong was thinking and wanted to anger him on purpose.

After a moment, it smiled and said:

"However, before I met this warrior outside the world, I had never seen this kind of strange martial arts."

"eccentric?"

Being classified as a strange martial art... Zhao Rong was secretly surprised, and felt more expectant.

"Well, that's almost the right word. You'll see when you take a look at it."

"Take a look? What do you mean?"

Gui did not explain immediately, and continued to talk to himself: "This unknown warrior should come from a very far away place, leaving his hometown and traveling all the way, just like me at that time. So this set of foundation skills from his 'hometown' is not sure whether it is a common product there, but..."

"But what?"

"But I don't think so, because this technique looks weird, so if the warriors in his 'hometown' are practicing this, hehe." Gui smiled, "So the particular Mr. Zhao, you must be satisfied this time, it is a real peerless technique."

Zhao Rong: “…”

However, he still said sarcastically, "Oh, no matter how powerful this technique is, this powerful warrior was still defeated by the Great Sword Immortal Gui, and he was killed by you when he was at his peak. So in a word, the Great Sword Immortal Gui is still more powerful. The Great Sword Immortal Gui's technique is more powerful."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly: "By the way, what is the cultivation method you used when you were in the Fuyao Realm? You haven't told me yet..."

At this time, the sword spirit seemed to accidentally skip over Zhao Rong's next question and interrupted directly:

"Oh, is this a matter of the level of the technique? It depends on the person. The same technique can give different people different levels of achievement. In the final analysis, the technique is just a tool for climbing mountains."

"Just like the "Ant Ascending to Heaven Art", all the cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm practiced when they reached the Heavenly Realm, but some rose straight up to become the most powerful emperors, while others struggled and were unhappy, but they accepted their fate and knew what to do. But there are also some people who have no ability but are picky and arrogant, and directly became the powerful emperors with big mouths... Hey, Zhao Rong, do you think what I said is right?"

Zhao Rong: Just read my name directly.

The young scholar looked curious, "Who is the third one you mentioned? Let's get to know him. I guess he has a weird and arrogant spirit in his heart. He likes to show off and make people say nothing. I want to exchange parenting experience with him."

"Get lost!"

I'm not happy.

The two of them bickered for a while and made some jokes.

Then, the sword spirit changed the subject and said directly: "What do you know? How is this warrior weak? I was able to kill him at the beginning because Fu Shi naturally suppressed the strange skills he practiced at the level of the Great Dao. Otherwise, how could it be so easy..."

"You said that the sword hidden in my soul can suppress this technique?" Zhao Rong was quick-witted.

"Hmm." Gui calmed down.

Zhao Rong sighed inwardly, knowing that the sword spirit didn't want to reveal too much about the sword yet.

Half a year ago, the two of them had a great agreement, but now he has finally completed most of it, and only one realm is left...

Zhao Rong shook his head and said directly: "Hey, you've said so much, what is the name of this technique?" His tone was full of curiosity.

"I don't know."

"???"

Zhao Rong couldn't stand it anymore and complained: "Can you be more reliable? The more I listen, the more panicked I get. Forget it, I won't pick it. How about practicing your Fuyaojing technique?"

Gui still ignored this request and said leisurely: "You are too narrow-minded. Do you think this kind of skills is written on paper? Oh, even if it is written on a book with torn pages, or in a jade slip, I don't recognize the characters of this warrior's hometown."

Zhao Rong frowned and couldn't help but question, "After you killed this unknown warrior, didn't you search his soul or something?"

The sword spirit sneered, "Search your ass soul, cut off the roots, one sword strike, and directly destroy his soul, not a drop of it will be left. Do you think you can use soul search casually when you are out?"

Zhao Rong was a little unconvinced, "What do you mean?"

"The most vulnerable heart of a person searching for another's soul is bound to be in tune with the other person on some level. What if someone is plotting behind the scenes and has hidden tricks in the prey's soul? Wouldn't that mean they've fallen into a trap? Outside the realm, one can die if they're not careful. That's why it's the most dangerous time for cultivators from all realms to go out..."

"Hiss, you really understand. This time I was indeed childish."

It said proudly: "Of course, because I have done so before."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Sure enough, they were all old coins.

The sword spirit said in a cold tone: "Humph, and whoever dares to search my soul will die together..."

Zhao Rong nodded, "As expected of you."

Then he looked at the sky outside. Tonight was going to be a long night.

He turned around, rubbed his hands, and said impatiently:

"Well, Gui, quickly teach me the technique, and we'll start practicing tonight... Well, what if this technique is a perfect match for me, and I start practicing it and it causes strange phenomena in the world, attracting a bunch of big guys to kneel down and beg to be my disciple, or I get rejected by the jealousy of the Heavenly Dao, and a thunderbolt falls on me in advance, what should I do?"

Zhao Rong smiled.

However, what he didn't expect was that the sword spirit that always argued with him actually nodded this time.

It agreed in its tone, "It might be a good match for Mr. Zhao. I am also looking forward to Mr. Zhao's performance next."

Zhao Rong looked a little alert. He felt that Gui's tone of voice was sinister and there was something wrong.

He pointed at himself and asked seriously, "Are you scolding me or praising me?"

Ignore Zhao Rong.

It chuckled twice, with an inexplicable tone, "Zhao Rong, don't be anxious about the matter of passing on the skills. I will explain the details of this skill to you in detail later. Before that, there are some things that I must let you 'take a look' at."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "What's the matter? What do you want me to see?"

Gui's tone became serious, "If you want to practice this skill, you must first..."

"???" Zhao Rong's expression suddenly changed, "Impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Gui paused, his tone puzzled.

The following scene suddenly popped up in his mind: In the East Factory of the ancient palace, the eunuch with extremely powerful fighting power pinched his orchid fingers and used an embroidery needle to defeat anyone in the world.

Hiss, no wonder the eunuchs’ martial arts are so strong...

"Impossible means impossible." The young scholar said firmly, "It must be impossible!"

What, you said I should endure it in order to become stronger? You must be kidding, of course I refuse.

"No! Zhao Rong."

Unexpectedly, however, Gui's tone was very serious: "If you want to practice, you must first understand your mind and see your nature."

Huh? Enlightenment...seeing the nature?

Zhao Rong coughed and nodded, "Oh, that's fine. Enlightenment? What is this?"

Gui suddenly smiled and said leisurely:

"After I killed this nameless warrior, I destroyed his spirit and soul, and his body was destroyed. I also saw that his skills were evil, so I used my secret method to prevent his blood and flesh, which were more vast than Kunpeng and Jinwu, from breeding thousands of evil spirits like the star whales that floated across the starry sky after death. I burned him with karmic fire."

The sword spirit gradually spoke in a deep voice: "The nine-foot body of this unknown warrior was burned by the karmic fire, and the thick blood vapor that was steaming out spread over hundreds of thousands of miles. I saw this scene in the blood mist... Zhao Rong, catch a drop of water from my heart lake and let you see with your own eyes. Everything you want is in it!"

Look? Zhao Rong was stunned. Before he could react, he heard the sound of a very slight drop of water falling into the water.

“Tick…”

In a trance, Zhao Rong felt as if some memories that did not belong to him were stuffed into his mind, and at this time, Gui was no longer silent.

In an instant, a picture suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The blood-red sky covered all the areas within the field of vision, as if this was a blood-red world!

The hot, boiling blood mist filled my nose, making me feel nauseous.

Zhao Rong looked up and saw thousands of ferocious blood dragons of various shapes flying through the blood mist. Their bodies seemed to be formed by the residual soul and the essence of the burning warrior! They were flying all over the sky, entangled with each other...

He opened his eyes wide and looked carefully, and saw that these thousands of terrifying blood dragons were biting and devouring each other.

The next second, hundreds of millions of terrifying and deafening dragon roars rang in my ears.

Is this caused by the surging blood and energy after the death of that unknown warrior?

Zhao Rong couldn't help but be extremely shocked.

However, he suddenly discovered an extremely strange scene.

Zhao Rong could vaguely understand the ferocious expressions of the blood dragons fighting in the sky.

Some are happy, some are furious, some are greedy, some are gluttonous, and some are evil...

The same is true for the dragon's roar.

In all the heavens and worlds, the dragons are powerful and have strong desires.

And at this moment, the carnival of desire in front of his eyes was revealed even more unscrupulously, as if he had come to a real hell of flesh and blood.

The scene before him made Zhao Rong's breathing gradually become difficult, and he was about to suffocate.

At this moment, if there were other people in this main room, they would be able to see a young scholar standing next to the desk where the lights had gone out silently, with his face flushed, his eyes wide open, his fists clenched against the desk, and his face trembling...

In particular, at a certain moment, his clear and bright eyes suddenly dilated, and then a circle of strange and unknown blood lines appeared faintly where the brown pupil edge met the white of the eye, making ordinary mortals dazzled at a glance...

However, this strange pupil change did not last long. Soon, the dilated pupil gradually returned to its original state, and the unknown lines in the pupil also disappeared.

It seems that the engraving has been completed.

In the young scholar's heart, the sword spirit watched this scene silently without saying a word.

However, at this moment, Zhao Rong's body suddenly trembled violently, and he seemed to suffocate to death.

Just when he was about to close his eyes and escape.

“If you dare to close your eyes, you will die. In other words, you will never be able to reach the top of the avenue again. Even if you escape for a short time, you will be induced by this chaos to become a demon and become a mediocre ghost that is not worth mentioning... in short, waste.” Gui suddenly said calmly.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes, and his eyes almost burst.

He made a hissing sound in his throat.

Gui said calmly: "Don't blink, go find... that warrior with a burning body."

In this hellish scene filled with blood mist and all kinds of desire, the man who was about to suffocate suddenly thought of the pair of broken hands he had seen in a food box during the day.

"Qingjun... Xiao... Xiao... Qian'er..."

Just like what he said to the little emperor, if he wants to keep holding their hands, he must rely on himself!

Zhao Rong's heart skipped a beat, he slammed the table and stood up, his bloodshot eyes scanning the 'blood mist' in his field of vision.

And all these blood dragons dancing in the sky with strange expressions seemed to swoop down on him one after another, with expressions of joy, rage, defeat, greed, and evil...

Zhao Rong glared with bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, in his peripheral vision, he saw a faint hint of strange color in the sky to the upper left of his head.

Different from blood red!

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head.

I saw a burning corpse there. The flames were blood red and had already burned away the hair, flesh, blood, meridians, and everything else. Only a...

A complete skeleton!

Make it pure blue glazed color!

Zhao Rong was stunned.

The glazed skeleton left behind by the warrior was sapphire blue in color, translucent and bright inside and out, pure and flawless.

It also seemed to be extremely tough. This horrible karmic fire could not burn it. It was still gorgeous and beautiful, and as pure as before.

Indestructible, indestructible.

The warrior's pure blue glazed skeleton formed a stark contrast with the blood mist and strange dragons around him that were caused by his blood, energy and flesh.

With just a quick glance, Zhao Rong engraved the scene into his heart, and vaguely felt...his soul calmed down.

With his mental strength exhausted, he decisively closed his eyes...

Inside the house.

Where the desk was broken, it was quiet and dark.

“Well done.”

There is the sword spirit path.

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