Chapter 267: The Void God Realm, Incense Vow Power!

The time and space of the ghost world are twisted. If you want to leave the ghost world, you must have the power to break the twisted time and space. Such power must at least have the cultivation of the peerless sword ancestor.

Lu Qing couldn't imagine how many disasters would be brought to the Sword God Continent if one day, the twisted time and space recovery of this ghost world and countless ghost people entered the continent, Lu Qing didn't have much worry about the ten main cities, but the eighteen levels of hell, not to mention the extremely viciousness, they would be lawless. Once they were taken off from the cage, they would inevitably turn the world upside down.

As the eighteenth level of hell came, Lu Qing was alert, and the aura on his body was hidden in endless time and space.

When we reach the 18th level of hell, the vast void land has no vitality. Instead, many rare ghost world spiritual medicines are grown. These spiritual medicines are born by absorbing resentment and anger, and have a good nourishing effect on the souls of many evil ghosts. However, for living people, it is the most deadly poison medicine.

The original sword monument transformed by the Sword Soul Sutra is located in the center of these eighteen levels of hell, strolling in this twisted space and time. Lu Qing can naturally travel through the two major spaces of day and night. The eighteen levels of hell are constantly fighting. On the vast dark red "color" wasteland, there are sword energy everywhere and fierce roars endlessly, but no matter how powerful he is, he cannot find traces of Lu Qing.

In the center of the Eighteen-Story Hell, compared with other chaotic lands, there is only a huge sword tower here.

King of Realm!

The place belongs to the Lord of the Ghost Realm, here is silent, with a thousand feet high in the Realm King Tower, and is densely filled with the power of the small world. A powerful sword will is silent around. Occasionally, a ghost beast passes by, and it is thorned into powder by the powerful will, without leaving any soul.

Standing quietly under the King of Realms, Lu Qing circulated the Sword Soul Sutra, and in the sea of ​​consciousness of the Divine Court, the silver-gray "color" time slowly rotated, and a strange wave bleeded, penetrated into the King of Realms.

Half of the incense stick passed, Lu Qing was shocked and his eyes suddenly opened: "Where is it!"

Time and space move, and with the twisted time and space of the ghost world, Lu Qing successfully avoided the power of the small world and the will of the sword around the King of Realms, stepped out of the cracks in the space and space, and appeared in the center of the King of Realms.

This is a huge desolate land with a radius of hundreds of miles, and a center of the King of Realm Tower of only ten miles, there is such a huge space. Although I was a little surprised, I could not let Lu Qing reveal his flaws. However, what shocked him was that the ancient bronze coffin hidden in his time and space sword element actually trembled again.

This time, it was more intense than usual, as if something was eager to get it. If Lu Qing had not tried his best to suppress it with the sword intent of time and space, he would have manifested himself in this king's tower in the next moment.

Looking around, this desolate land was covered with dark gold and rich soul gold mist filled the void. These soul gold mists were extremely pure. Even if Lu Qing took a sip, he felt a sense of tranquility in his mind. If an ordinary master of the Sword Soul Realm refines it, he would definitely be able to strengthen the origin of the soul and be more beneficial to the realm of the realm.

Without thinking, Lu Qing swung his hand and swallowed a lot of soul gold mist, but this is the King of Realm. Although it is hidden in the cracks in time and space, Lu Qing did not swallow much, so as not to change too quickly and attract the attention of the Ghost Realm Lord.

Lu Qing was still afraid of the Lord of the Ghost Realm. When he wanted to enter the Sword Tomb of the Wild Sword, the two fought with each other. To this day, the shocking sword still remained in his mind. To put it bluntly, there were twenty-one peerless sword ancestors on the continent. Apart from the ancestor of the Corpse Sword Sect who was rebelled by his time and space sword intent and Ling Potian of the Lingxiao Sect, there should be nineteen people left. However, Lu Qing was sure that among the remaining nineteen people, except for the elder Dugu Qiujian, the great elder of the Sword God Mountain, and the Demon Spirit Ziyuan, he had seen all seventeen people outside the Wushou Sword Valley, but none of them matched the identity of the Lord of the Ghost Realm.

It can be seen that there are still many peerless strong men in the Sword God Continent who have not been born. At least, Lu Qing does not believe that there will be only one peerless sword ancestor in the five major Purple Emperor-level sects such as Lingxiao Sect and Sword God Mountain.

Ning Xin calmed down and walked through the cracks of time and space. Lu Qing came to the center of the king tower in this world. In the center of the desolate land of a hundred miles, there was a dark gold-colored stone sword. The dark gold-colored stone sword was hundreds of feet high. It seemed that even the Qingfan level had not reached the level of Qing Dynasty. However, when Lu Qing felt that even if his Purple Emperor Sword had already opened up the fourteenth level, he still felt a sense of uneasiness like a thorn on the back, as if the one in front of him was not a stone sword, but a fierce wild beast, who wanted to choose someone to eat.

Verse!

Suddenly, Lu Qing's heart moved, but it fell on the sword body of the stone sword. The dark golden sword body was covered with many mysterious golden sword patterns. The golden sword pattern was like words, but it was disorganized. If Lu Qing had not started the Sword Soul Sutra, he would not have understood the meaning of these sword patterns.

It seemed that he had noticed the power of the Sword Soul Sutra, the hundred-foot dark gold color consciousness sword suddenly emitted a layer of dark gold color divine light. The golden sword pattern on the sword immediately swam like a living thing, floating out, and sank into the time and space cracks hidden by Lu Qing.

One sword pattern after another drilled into Lu Qing's eyebrows and blended into the silver-gray sword.

Countless scriptures appear in my mind, and all kinds of mystery are imprinted into my heart. The birth, evolution, the establishment of the reincarnation pool, everything seems to have an invisible thread that drags him into a space and time to witness all this with your own eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Qing finally woke up. At this moment, he found that he seemed to have changed. The time and space world in front of him seemed to have become clearer than before. In the sea of ​​consciousness of the Divine Court, the silver-gray "color" consciousness sword was also covered with sword patterns that were exactly the same as the dark gold "color" stone sword. This sword pattern can only be understood, but not expressed in words, just as the old master of the Lingdu Ghost Pavilion said.

This is also a force that is separated from the heavenly way. The profoundness of the Sword Soul Sutra is now fully displayed in front of Lu Qing, and he cultivates his original soul with his fallen body. This path has been separated from the cause and effect of the heavenly way, and there is also a twisted time and space land like the ghost world, which is even isolated from the outside world of the heavenly way. The ghost world, on the one hand, is also a world that is separated from the world of the heavenly way. However, the creatures in this world are already dead in the heavenly way.

Here, death energy is anger, and anger will instead be treated like death energy.

The sword consciousness has grown by 50%. At this moment, Lu Qing, the practice of the true soul of the soul, has officially entered the stage of virtual gods.

The Sword Soul Sutra was activated again, and Lu Qing suddenly shook because he suddenly realized that in his divine court's sea of ​​consciousness, the silver-gray "color" sword was actually connected to countless "white" thin lines. There were countless "white" thin lines. If the sword consciousness swept through it, it would be hundreds of millions.

As soon as the thought moved, a sword consciousness instantly spread out one of the thin lines of "breast" white "color".

Jintian Sect.

One of the six major sword cities, Zixia City.

In a dilapidated stone house in a dilapidated stone house, a young man sat cross-legged on the ground. The decorations in the stone house were very simple, a wooden bed, an old bedding, a few wooden chairs, and a pear wooden table with missing corners. In front of the young man, there was a sacrifice table. This sacrifice table was considered the only perfect thing in the stone house. On this sacrifice table, there was a foot-high incense burner. At this moment, the blue smoke was curling in the incense burner. Behind the incense burner, a black iron without a sharp sword that was five feet long was placed horizontally on the sword stand, and the recipient was worshipped.

On the sword body of this black iron-free sword, the sword edge is clearly engraved with two words: Lu Qing!

At this time, the young man also had a black iron sword with a hundred refinings on his knees, which was about two grades.

The boy's face turned red, and there was a purple vital energy on his face surging. The vital energy of heaven and earth poured into the black iron sword on his knees, and then an invisible sword energy poured into the qi sea of ​​dantian. However, the boy seemed to have poor qualifications. It had been two hours since he still had not finished building the foundation of the sword energy entering the body. His blood energy surged. An ordinary and ordinary face turned into a purple vital color due to congestion.

Through the black iron sword without a breeze on the sacrificial table, Lu Qing saw this strange scene. This feeling was something Lu Qing had never tried before, and Lu Qing could hear the murmur of the young man in front of him.

"Bless the elder of the Guzong, Lu Qing, I, Wu Chengzong, will be able to successfully build the foundation, return to the family, wash away the shame, and avenge my mother! Bless the elder of the Guzong, Lu Qing, bless the disciples, are willing to worship for their whole life. When the disciples achieve success in their studies, they will definitely build a golden body for their condensation, worship every day, and keep incense! Bless the elder of the Guzong, Lu Qing, bless!"

As the boy murmured, Lu Qing could see with his own eyes that the silky white and white vows continued to rise from his body, and finally twisted into a little finger-sized incense vows, and threw it into the black iron sword without his name at that moment. At the other end of the ghost world, by the time this incense vows were passed into the Ten Thousand-Step Sword, only the hair was left. Despite this, this was already the thickest and most purest of hundreds of millions of paths.

Is this the power of incense?

Lu Qing was shocked, and even a small sword servant could rely on his firm respect to pass this part of the incense vow that was almost obsessed with his cross-domain time and space into the cracks in the time and space where he was.

At the same time, Lu Qing could tell that at this moment, his sword consciousness seemed to have undergone some inexplicable changes. The sword consciousness soul became more pure, and it was a surprising speed and the hundreds of millions of incense will power began to undergo a huge change in his sword consciousness soul.

If every sword consciousness he had before was a hundred-refined black iron with impurities, then with the purity of incense vows, one sword consciousness after another had become indomitable thousand-year-old black iron, and it was still constantly refining and purifying.

Without thinking, a sword consciousness shot out along the young man's incense power. In an instant, it passed through the cracks of time and space, penetrated the twisted time and space of the ghost world, and descended on the black iron sword without a front thousands of miles away.

Buzz —

The originally pitch-black black iron sword, which was originally pitch black, made a shocking "churning" sound at this moment, and a pressure that shocked many swordsmen in Zixia City came. Immediately, the energy of the entire Zixia City's heaven and earth seemed to be pulled, and all poured into the dilapidated stone house in the west of the city.
Chapter completed!