"That's not up to you!"
The shadow smiled, seemingly in a teasing manner, but Chen Zhong, the person involved, knew that this was a clear threat.
Without waiting for Chen Zhong to react, the shadow turned into a ray of light and penetrated into his eyebrows.
It was so quick and decisive that everyone was at a loss. Thousands of people stared at Chen Zhong who was standing stiffly.
Even though Yuan Wusha and fifty bodyguards were on guard, there were still many people who were ready to take action and fight.
Never underestimate a person's desire!
"What should I do? My junior is so resistant, maybe the Nine Swords Pavilion has bad intentions!" Yuan Wusha didn't even dare to touch him and could only circle around Chen Zhong.
"The ban is still not activated. We can only wait and see and help him get rid of these fleas." Levitra looked back and saw that the ban still had no fluctuations.
Therefore, the current situation is very serious and is on the verge of breaking out.
Including the people from Hongwu Gate and Qingfeng Palace, no one tried to leave. They all stared at Chen Zhong... To put it bluntly, they were just watching the fun.
The difference is that some want to win over, while others want to snatch.
Chen Zhong had no idea what was happening here.
The thought sank into his mind, or rather, was forcibly pulled in by the phantom.
"I chose you because I sensed your outstanding spiritual power, which will be very helpful for accepting our inheritance."
The shadow spoke in a friendly tone, but his actions were very tough.
Chen Zhong said nothing, using calmness to control movement.
It's not that he has no means of resistance. If necessary, he can mobilize the vast and boundless abyss of his soul to drown the phantom.
"Nine Sword Pavilion, the main training is the Nine Sword Will, which is a kind of inheritance that is neither spiritual skills nor exercises. To be more precise, it is a kind of understanding of the Tao, focusing on the soul, so the requirements for the soul are extremely high.
Also known as the Nine Swords of the Soul, the Will of the Sword, it is one of the techniques for using the soul.
After the Nine Soul Swords are mastered, one can release the sword intent without any objects, even through the air and without form!"
The shadow chattered a lot, and the faster he spoke, the more his impatience could be felt.
It seemed that he had come to his senses. He slowed down and tried to look more normal. If he wanted to convince this kid, he had to tell the truth.
"Alas... I can't remember how many years ago, two powerful beings from the early universe revived one after another. They seemed to be mortal enemies, fighting fiercely and forcibly splitting the heaven and earth into two realms, the upper and lower realms. The planning of the cultivation realms was also adjusted because of this."
The shadow sighed, and what he said made Chen Zhonghu's body tremble. This guy finally said something useful.
"Those two mysteriously disappeared after the fight, but the world had already collapsed, cracks appeared in the spatial barrier, and monsters from foreign lands invaded. We joined forces to build a maze to suppress the monsters, and launched a protracted war.
Later on, although we temporarily sealed the demon cave and repaired the space crack, no one had ever imagined that the spiritual power between heaven and earth was completely consumed by us!
From then on, spiritual power dried up and the spiritual martial arts fell into decline. Until a thousand years ago, spiritual power suddenly revived and spiritual martial artists appeared again in this broken world."
After saying this, the shadow looked at Chen Zhong with a very vicissitudes of life, "Back then, in our Nine Swords Pavilion, most of our disciples sacrificed their lives to fight against the monsters. With the depletion of spiritual power, there was no one left to inherit the sect's way. I chose you, of course, for selfish reasons. I hope that when you achieve success and fame, you can revive the Nine Swords' reputation!"
Well, the words are profound and contain sincere emotions.
If it were someone else, he might have been deceived.
But Chen Zhong, who had read all kinds of online articles in his previous life, didn't buy his tricks at all. Who doesn't know how to be hypocritical and serious?
As the saying goes, a biting dog doesn't bark, but a cruel person knows how to act. This old man is 99.99% likely to be a bad guy!
It’s true that I, Chen Zhong, want to become stronger, but I already have a arsenal of magical skills of unclear stance and shady origin, and I cannot have another inexplicable inheritance.
“Here!”
The shadowy figure opened his blurry hand, revealing a small bead on the palm. "This is the will of the Nine Swords. If you comprehend it, you will be able to unleash the Nine Soul Swords!"
To be honest, the Nine Soul Swords had no appeal to Chen Zhong, because he couldn't tell whether it could be practiced or not, and how the Divine Skill Library would determine the boundaries of the so-called inheritance.
Seeing Chen Zhong remain silent for a long time, the shadow grew anxious, "Don't you long for it?"
"I'm not longing, but I am a little thirsty." Chen Zhong said with a smile.
The words that the shadow was about to say were swallowed back into his stomach.
He was silent, as if gathering his emotions.
"I'll ask you one last time, do you accept or not?" The tone was completely different, full of impatience and coercion.
"roll."
Chen Zhong replied calmly, secretly mobilizing the sea of soul.
Boom—boom—
Dull sounds came from all directions, and deep soul waves covered the sky and filled the brain.
To borrow Vivian's words, "Swallowed by the abyss!"
The phantom is on the verge of being swept into the abyss of the soul.
"This...this...how could this happen?"
The shadow roared in fear, mixed with a hint of joy.
"If I were to wipe out your will and replace it with mine, I would be able to completely inherit this ocean of souls!"
"By then, in less than ten years, I will be able to return to the Tribulation Realm!"
"Boy, you really give me great hope!"
Chen Zhong ignored him, and with a thought, the abyss of his soul spun rapidly, forming a vortex of storm.
It was not water, not liquid, but a strange mist, jumping back and forth between being erratic and as heavy as a mountain.
The resulting soul thunderstorm and flames surged towards the phantom.
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