Qin Ming's consciousness sank into the Qi Sea of ​​Dantian, trying to awaken the Shura Sword.

But after trying many methods, the Shura Knife was quietly suspended there without a response.

"How much do you know about Shura Sword?" Qin Ming tried to communicate with the remnant soul again.

"Don't you want to know who your old man is first?" Canhun did not let Qin Ming wait, and Youyou responded.

"You will know when you should know it." Qin Ming was of course curious about the identity of the old man, but there was no need to know it from the remnant soul.

"The Shura Sword is his symbol, accompanying the bloody path he has walked in the first half of his life."

"I don't care who he is, nor do I care what he has done. I just think he is the one who has been with me for eight years. Aren't you going to help me? Let go of the Wannian Ancient Kingdom in advance, and now I just want to awaken the Shura Sword."

"You can't awaken the Shura Sword with your current strength, let alone practice the Shura Sword."

"There's no way?"

The remnant soul was silent for a while: "Everything has an understanding, it depends on whether you can bear the price behind it."

"Let me tell you first."

"How much pain can you bear?"

"Just not die."

"What about life and death?"

"I have suffered more than you imagined in eight years. I just have the result and don't care about the process."

Qin Ming really doesn't care about pain. His relatives are suffering. The 200,000 people in the ancient city are suffering. If he really has the opportunity to rescue him, he can do whatever he wants!

The words of the sect leader often rang in his ears, showing him the qualification to look at him with admiration and giving him a reason to be willing to be discharged from his servants.

"Okay! It's a bit male-bloody. I can help you activate the Shura Sword, but if you want to control its power, how much you can control depends on your own ability to withstand it."

Qin Ming is ready: "Come on!"

"Feel the power of the Shura Sword, it once made the heaven and earth go blood and thousands of heroes surrender." The remnant soul whispered, and there was a piety of pilgrimage in its whisper.

Qin Ming frowned and was on guard.

Above the Dantian Qi Sea, silent eyes opened with admiration, and a vast soul power filled the world.

Clang!! The Shura Knife buzzed violently, not the previous vibration, not the previous black air, but the tremolo that was so intense that it penetrated the golden cracked stone, which was crisp and fierce, aroused in the Dantian Qihai and Qin Ming's whole body.

Qin Ming's eardrums instantly lost hearing, and his consciousness was shocked to a trance. The inside of the dantian was as turbulent as the sea was turbulent, and the vast spiritual energy turbulently gushed out of the dantian wildly and rushed towards his whole body.

Qin Ming's whole body was spasmed, blood was oozing in his seven orifices, and a shrill cry like a ghost. "Wow..."

The Shura Sword is like a black heart, beating violently over the Qi Sea, bang bang bang bang. Every time it beats, it will explode with terrifying black air, like an endless torrent that squeezes over the Dantian, and rushes towards Qin Ming's whole body, rushing forward and one after another, like an out-of-control black torrent.

The surging black fog surged all over the body, filled with flesh and bones, and even more stimulated the meridians, like countless black knives interspersed all over the body, breaking back and forth, making people feel pain. Qin Ming had a very strong ability to withstand, but he couldn't help screaming at this moment. The severe pain was not the most terrifying thing. What was terrible was that the consciousness was spinning, as if it was trapped in endless darkness. After that, the consciousness suddenly changed and came to the nightmare scene that night.

The boundless battlefield of killing, the terrifying disaster scene, the earth is trembling, and the sky is weeping.

Hurricanes were raging, heavy rains were pouring, the earth torn apart, and magma was splattered.

Millions of creatures are fighting for their own silence.

"Roar..."

A giant roared into the sky, and the sound moved to the sky, like a giant waving his thick arms, and his whole body was full of aura.

It stands on the vast battlefield of death, venting its madness, competing for one side, and blood flows for a hundred miles.

A golden road spans the sky, like a golden torrent, radiating endlessly, shining on the world, scattering the endless golden brilliance of the world. Deep in the river of light, a heroic general fighting against a powerful enemy, which was a dragon, a golden dragon, the dragon roared in the sky, and the sound moved the mountains and rivers.

A woman in white descended to the battlefield, like a fairy in the sky, with a beautiful woman. In the endless killing world, she seemed out of place, but with a wave of her hand, the mountains and rivers changed directions, the galaxy turned around, and a full moon spread out behind her, making a terrifying roar inside, making countless strong men feel chilled. Three hideous monsters rushed out of the full moon, as if they were descending from a different space, boiling with vast killing power, and heading to the battlefield.

"Kill!!" The woman's voice was so exquisite and pleasant to her, but she contained endless killing aura.

The three-headed monster roared hoarsely, galloping wildly in the air, as if it was about to break the space.

In the battlefield ahead, a young man walked through the sky. He had white hair, tender cheeks, but his eyes were strange, like endless black holes. He was astonished as lightning, and rushed towards the three monsters with amazing killing power.

On the edge of the battlefield, thousands of black-robed monsters were beating drums and thunder hammers with high pitch. They were wearing chains all over their bodies and dragged a 10,000-meter stone coffin from the ground.

Boom, the sarcophagus trembled, and it seemed like there was a shocking monster inside that was about to come back to the world.

This is simply a world of killing, with blood stained rivers and sounds moving thousands of miles.

Killing, madness, disaster, and all kinds of horror scenes are colliding everywhere.

All of this was filled with Qin Ming's consciousness, as if it had actually happened around him, and it was about to overwhelm him.

Pain! Indescribable pain is devouring his soul.

Suddenly, a black light suddenly appeared deep in the battlefield, which did not seem to be prominent, but at the moment it appeared, an endless black tide, the world... suddenly dark... everything broke in an instant...

Qin Mingmuran woke up, half-kneeled on the ground, disheveled his hair, gasped violently, his whole body was wet with sweat, and his eyes swayed slightly.

The nightmare scene is so real and so illusory.

It seemed like a long time later, but it seemed like it was flashing in my mind.

"This is Shura Killing Realm!"

"If you want to practice Shura Sword, you must first endure the murderous thoughts and madness in the Shura Killing Realm."

"Every time you try, it will make you worse than death."

"You... dare to continue?"

The sound of the remnant soul sounded, slightly awakening the dazed Qin Ming.

At this time, Yue Qing Caiyi walked into the dungeon and was about to visit Qin Ming. Suddenly, she heard the miserable and desperate wailing deep in the ground. The faces of the two women changed slightly. Is it Qin Ming?

"We did nothing!" The guardian disciple waved his hand quickly. They did not deliberately torture him except to restrict Qin Ming's food.

"If Qin Ming has a few things, I'll ask you!" Cai Yi scolded and followed Yue Qing quickly to the ground.

The guardian disciples wanted to stop him. After all, the dungeon clearly stipulates that no one can visit him during the confinement period, but... who dares to stop Yueqing?

Qin Ming was detained on the fifth floor underground, and he was the only one in the spacious cage.

It was dark and damp, full of stench. Two torches were hung by the door, supporting the shaking light and shadow.

When they came down, Qin Ming was half kneeling there, looking embarrassed and terrible, trying hard to control the severe pain in his consciousness and body.

"What's wrong with you?" Yue Qing and suspicion were both frightened by his appearance.

Qin Ming raised his head, his eyes full of blood, and his murderous intent had not subsided.

"Young Master Qin! You..." Cai Yi covered her mouth.

Qin Ming shook his head hard, slowing down for a while, at least he controlled his consciousness, and after seeing the two women clearly, he squeezed out a smile: "I made some mistakes in practicing. It's okay, it'll be fine soon."

"What are you practicing?" Yue Qing felt something was wrong. What kind of martial arts could torture Qin Ming like this? No matter how you look at it, she wanted to get into a devil. She wanted to open the prison door, but the guards didn't follow him and had no keys.

"It's really okay, practice...well... the sword score is gone, I was injured by the shock, I will be fine soon."

Yue Qing complained with distress: "Do you have to provoke Zhang Dong? I have to mess with myself like this for the sake of being a manager."

"I want to find a quiet place to practice, it's quite suitable here." Qin Ming tried his best to keep a smile.

"Are you okay?" Cai Yi looked at Qin Ming's appearance, feeling distressed and a little scared.

"It's okay, I'm going to be tough." Qin Ming stood up and patted the weeds on his body: "Why are you here?"

Yue Qing looked at Qin Ming and said nothing.

Qin Ming shrugged and moved his body: "It's really okay, who hasn't had an accident in practicing? Don't worry about me."

Yueqing was helpless with him: "I want to go out to practice with my master."

"Yes, it's time." Qin Ming took out the top-grade spirit stone from his arms and said secretly: "How about? I still have it."

Yue Qing was amused by him, but her expression was a little dim. She hesitated for a while: "The quota for the eight tea parties has been ordered."

"What? So fast?"

Yue Qing didn't dare to look at Qin Ming's loss: "The age of participating in the Eight Tea Party is under 18 years old. Don't be sad, and work hard to win the next session."

"Who are there?"

"The four Jinling disciples, Tieshanhe, Ling Xue, He Xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian, Zou Yao, the strongest among the six personal disciples. This is the quota proposed by the sect leader, and the elders passed it unanimously."

Cai Yi looked at Qin Ming's face and said hesitantly: "Mu Cheng entered Xuanwu Realm ten days ago and was receiving special training from the elders. He will be the disciple of our Qingyun Sect who has the most hope to compete for nouns."

Yue Qing comforted Qin Ming: "Don't rush to break through the eighth level. Calm down and lay down the foundation of the Lingwu Realm first. Your realm has improved too quickly in the past six months. Don't worry too much about Daqingshan. My master has begun to think of ways to improve the environment there as much as possible."

Qin Ming smiled and said, "Don't worry about me. This blow will not crush me. You can go out to practice with peace of mind, don't worry about me."
Chapter completed!