Zhou Qingmu's heart palpitated slightly, and he turned around subconsciously. The strange black energy, which was slightly more powerful than what he had encountered before, instantly entered his eyes.

Tear!

A ray of sword energy flew from Zhou Qingmu's hand and headed towards the strange black energy!

But this time, this strange black energy was completely different from before. After being split by Zhou Qingmu's sword, it slowly condensed together and continued to attack in his direction.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu's face froze slightly, and the long sword behind him that had not been unsheathed for a long time was instantly unsheathed. With a movement of his fingers, the long sword turned into a sword light and instantly floated in front of Zhou Qingmu's fingers.

Zhou Qingmu muttered: "One sword can overcome suffering."

After the words fell, Zhou Qingmu raised a hand and pointed a sword at the center of his eyebrows, and a golden lotus shadow instantly appeared.

Then, countless golden lights gathered on the sword body of the Immortal Burial Sword, and suddenly slashed towards the oncoming black energy.

But Zhou Qingmu turned his fingers slightly again, and the golden light that gathered on the sword body of the Immortal Burial Sword broke away instantly, and then converged into a golden sword and nailed the black air.

And the Immortal Burial Sword just stopped.

This golden sword condensed by golden light comes from the shadow of the golden lotus between Zhou Qingmu's eyebrows, which contains the supreme Buddhist teachings left by the old saint Chenbei.

In Zhou Qingmu's expectation, Buddhism should be even more effective against such weird things.

Therefore, after the sword energy had no effect on the black energy before, Zhou Qingmu gave up directly using the sword as a medium to fight the enemy and tried the effect of the Buddha's light on the black energy.

I saw that the golden sword formed by the convergence of Buddha's light instantly nailed the strange black energy to the ground, motionless.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu relaxed slightly.

But the strange black energy was not crushed by the sword energy, but was still surging on the ground.

Therefore, Zhou Qingmu slowly landed on the ground with his sword energy, staring at the strange black energy that never dissipated.

But at this time, a vision emerged!

I saw that the weird black energy was constantly emitting weird laughter like a baby, and then it continued to condense and change, and finally seemed to turn into a real "baby".

The weird "baby" seemed to be seeing some delicacies, holding the golden sword formed by the Buddha's light and began to eat it. From the tip of the sword, the golden sword began to be slowly devoured.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu's heart also trembled a little.

This thing seems to be completely different from the previous black energy!

However, Zhou Qingmu did not immediately stop it, but stared quietly. He wanted to see what changes would happen to this thing after eating the Buddha's light!

...

In the eternal void, a towering tree stands tall and straight, rooted in what seems to be the origin of the world.

A man in green shirt holding a sword stood under the tree, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

His young face was actually covered with white hair, as if he had been standing here for countless years.

The shoulder-length white hair seems to be the accumulation of wind and frost over countless years.

Under the tree, there is a river like a landscape, endless, as if connected to a certain world.

A blurry figure came from the end of the river. The steps were very slow, but the figure was very fast.

Every step made the earth tremble.

Getting closer.

The green-shirted swordsman seemed to have noticed someone coming here, and slowly opened his eyes, looking indifferently at the "blurred" figure that was getting clearer and clearer.

When the blurry figure finally walked under the tree, a man dressed in white emerged, with gray hair on his temples.

Confucian scholar in white.

And with the arrival of the white-clothed Confucian scholar, a green leaf slowly fell from the towering tree and fell on his shoulder.

The white-clothed Confucian scholar did not pay attention to the green leaves, but raised his head to look at the green-clothed sword cultivator, and slowly said: "Have you ever been tired after so many years?"

The green-robed swordsman shook his head and said nothing, his eyes still showing indifference.

It was as if everything in this world had long since ceased to stir in his heart.

The scholar in white looked at the indifferent face and smiled: "It seems that your real body is indeed very different from the personality of your scattered clones! That's right, how can they understand what you have experienced?

"

"You came all the way here just to say this?" The swordsman in blue frowned, obviously not wanting to talk to the person in front of him.

The Confucian scholar in white restrained his smile and spoke solemnly: "Your disciple has come into contact with something strange in advance. Is it your fault?"

"Can you please stop asking some mindless questions?" the green-shirted sword cultivator said rather angrily.

Apart from leaving a clone, the green-robed sword cultivator has never used any other method to change his "apprentice". And this white-robed Confucian scholar is probably more aware of this. Apart from the original Qing-shirted sword cultivator in the world,

, and no one knows it better than the Confucian scholar in white.

Hearing this, the Confucian scholar in white seemed to already know the answer. He turned to look somewhere in the void, frowned slightly, and said softly: "It seems that someone in the demon clan has noticed it. Your disciple is in love."

It's a good thing to be persistent in words, but being so impulsive and daring to go to the monster tribe that the human race considers a forbidden land by yourself is indeed the same as you were back then."

After saying that, the Confucian scholar in white smiled again: "If he could put down the distracting thoughts in his heart like you and live only for the sword in his hand, I'm afraid it would be even more boring."

The green-shirted swordsman's face was expressionless and he didn't say anything.

The white-clothed Confucian scholar took off the leaves on his shoulders and put them in the palm of his hand. Then he turned to look at the green-clothed sword cultivator and said softly: "What do you think of him?"

"Just practice your sword well." The swordsman in green shirt replied softly.

The white-clothed Confucian scholar laughed dumbly, but soon his expression became a little complicated: "If one day, he knows that these things should not be forced on him, he will blame us."

The green-shirted sword cultivator sneered: "The so-called plans of your Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism have nothing to do with me. When I agreed to that thing, it was for the sake of the Dao, and I have done my best to be benevolent and righteous."

"If I can reach a higher level, I can do it without him! What's more, I don't believe in destiny! Since I accept him as my disciple, some things should still be done by me, an old guy!"

Imposing these responsibilities on a child, is this what you call justice?" Qingshan Jianxiu paused and continued to speak.

His words were filled with confidence in the sword in his hand.

With every word that fell, the void seemed to be filled with supreme sword intent.

Seeing this, the Confucian scholar in white realized that he really couldn't communicate with this guy. After sighing, he slowly walked towards the long river.

As he walked, the Confucian scholar in white fixed his eyes on a certain place and threw down the leaf.

In a moment, the figure of this ancient Confucian scholar disappeared at the end of the long river.

The green-shirted swordsman just glanced at the figure of the Confucian scholar, and even though he felt a little complicated in his heart, he would not speak after all.

After the figure of the white-clothed Confucian scholar completely disappeared into the void, another figure appeared on the river.

It was an old man holding a cigarette.

...

The scene in front of him completely surprised Zhou Qingmu.

I saw that after the strange "baby" completely devoured the golden sword, its figure increased several times, and its aura became a bit stronger.

At this time, Zhou Qingmu was no longer indifferent. He condensed a sword energy in his hand, raised his arm high, and struck down with a sword!

After the sword light flashed across the sky,

The strange black energy no longer appeared in front of his eyes, and just when Zhou Qingmu was confused, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The weird "baby" laughed and flew towards the woman in the purple skirt. In a moment, it was already in front of the woman in the purple skirt.

At this time, the mysterious woman in purple skirt still failed to wake up.

Zhou Qingmu's face slightly condensed, and with a movement of his body, he came to the woman in the purple skirt in an instant, holding the Immortal Burial Sword in front of him to block the strange "baby".

The strange thing is that after seeing the Immortal Burial Sword, the strange "baby" never took another step forward.

It looked at the long sword with some fear in its eyes, and backed away, but seemed unwilling to give up the "delicious food" in front of it, so it took another step forward.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu looked at the Immortal Burial Sword without any change, but another thought came to his mind.

Does the Immortal Burial Sword in his hand have any restraining effect on this weird "baby"?

You must know that Zhou Qingmu's Immortal Burial Sword, which he has fought side by side for many years, came from a mysterious hall. He also met Master Li in that hall and worshiped him as his master!

As for the main hall, Zhou Qingmu never entered it again after that.

The most important thing is that Master Li, who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, once said that this sword was most likely a holy weapon!

Now, although Zhou Qingmu has only broken two of the seals, raising it to a level close to that of an immortal weapon. Whether it is a holy weapon or not, Zhou Qingmu dare not confirm. However, if Zhou Qingmu can one day break the last seal, I am afraid it will

Not inferior to any of the four immortal swords in the world!

Zhou Qingmu looked back at the woman in purple skirt who had not yet woken up. A flash of determination flashed in her heart, and she held out a sword!

Swordsmanship and Buddhism are useless to this strange "baby", so now there is only one way to try it!

Immortal Burial Sword immediately came out of his hand and headed towards the strange "baby".

After the strange "baby" saw the Immortal Burial Sword coming toward him, he immediately turned into a streak of black energy and began to flee into the distance as if he had seen something scary.

But, how can he be faster than the Immortal Burial Sword?

Tear!

The sword light flashed, and the Immortal Burial Sword actually penetrated the strange black energy in a few breaths!

But this time, the strange black energy did not decompose and merge again. Instead, it was completely penetrated by the Immortal Burial Sword. The invisible sword intent shredded the strange black energy that had previously absorbed the Buddha's Light Golden Sword and became stronger.

.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu felt happy. He had never thought that the Immortal Burial Sword could really suppress the strange black energy! Before the black energy completely dissipated, he summoned the Immortal Burial Sword back and held it tightly in his hand.

As Zhou Qingmu thought, the invisible sword intention on the sword of the Immortal Burial Sword instantly dissipated, and the strange black energy was no longer crushed, but it did not break away from the killing blow of the Immortal Burial Sword.
Chapter completed!