In the Tianmen, Xue Wuli went to the Pills Hall to receive his own training pill.

The Formation Riot has just been sealed, and all warriors who have participated in the Formation Riot have consumed very severely, so they also need to distribute some pills to restore their vitality.

At this time, Xue Wuli's shoulder was suddenly patted. He shivered and jumped to the side.

Lin Canglong, who is also a god general of the Tianmen, frowned and said, "Xue Wuli, what's wrong with you? Why do I feel like you are a little out of your mind?"

Xue Wuli smiled bitterly and said, "I just experienced such a serious formation riot, and even the sect leader was injured. I was just a little worried.

Lin Canglong waved his hand casually and said, "Don't worry too much, this kind of thing is normal. From time to time, there will be a violent riot in the sealing formation. This time it is just a bit too violent.

But you seem to have been like this since you came back from outside last time. Why, have you lost your soul outside?"

Xue Wuli forced a smile and said, "General Lin was joking, I always looked like this.

I'll go back first. I've consumed a lot of power because of the formation riot before, and now I need to make up for it."

As he said that, Xue Wuli left in a hurry, leaving Lin Canglong with an inexplicable look and muttered: "Is this kid fascinated by the flower world outside? Newcomers are rare and weird. What's good about outside? How can I practice in my Heavenly Gate?"

Lin Canglong was just a little curious about Xue Wuli, but he didn't pursue it too much.

Although Lin Canglong said before that this formation riot was normal, in fact, he also knew that this time was not normal.

No matter how strong the formation riot is, Jun Wushen will not be a problem. As a result, Jun Wushen was severely injured this time. This is a unique thing, which also makes Lin Canglong, who regards Jun Wushen as a god, feels a little uncomfortable.

When he returned to his hall, Xue Wuli immediately closed the hall door and breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought his state of mind was very strong, but in fact, he had been practicing in the Heavenly Gate since he was a child. The so-called state of mind was just the willpower trained in the fight.

It is indeed powerful enough in normal times, but it is obviously not enough in this way.

Since he came back from Chu Xiu last time, he always felt that he seemed to be exposed at any time, and then he was tortured by the torture of the Tianmen, and he could not survive or die.

Even since that time, he has less time to sleep, and most of the time he relies on meditation to restore his energy.

Because once he falls asleep, he will dream of the scene he is exposed.

Lin Canglong was right. He was indeed absent-minded. If he continued to torture like this, he would probably go crazy!

Even now, Xue Wuli has a very radical idea.

He wanted Tianmen to perish sooner.

If the Heavenly Gate really collapses one day, he may not have to continue his life with such a worry.

At this moment, Xue Wuli's head suddenly hurt, and a sound appeared in his mind, which made Xue Wuli extremely frightened, but then he realized that it was Chu Xiu's voice!

Only then did he remember that although Chu Xiu destroyed the restriction in his mind last time, Chu Xiu left something in his mind, and it should be that thing at work now.

Before Xue Wuli could speak, Chu Xiu's voice sounded in his ears again.

"Time is tight, don't say a word of nonsense. I will only ask you one question. Jun Wushen, what's the situation now?"

Although Xue Wuli's mind had part of the power of the inner demon, the mental power spent on trying to directly transmit the sound to Xue Wuli's mind was too amazing, so Chu Xiu could only save some time.

Xue Wuli was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said: "The master of the sect... Jun Wushen was injured by the backlash of the formation riot, and the injury was very serious. The fluctuation even shook the entire Kunlun Mountains.

The sect leader is currently in seclusion and recuperating. It is unknown when he will be able to leave the seclusion."

After hearing Xue Wuli finish these words, Chu Xiu cut off the connection. However, there was a look of thought in his eyes.

Although there is a general rule for formation riots, that rule is only rough, and even the exact year cannot be determined. It is possible to be a decade or twenty years apart from each other.

So how did Chu Xiu know that something happened to Jun Wushen?

Even if he could feel the shock in Dong Kunlun, how could he be sure that the one who had the accident must be Jun Wushen?

This kind of thing made Xue Wuli have a bold guess, but after half of the guess, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

At this time, after learning about Jun Wushen's state, Chu Xiu was ready to attack Tianmen!

Taking advantage of Jun Wushen's injury, this time was almost Chu Xiu's best chance. If he could not destroy the Heavenly Gate this time, he might have to wait until he entered the seventh level of Martial Immortal Heaven next time.

However, when taking action, Chu Xiu needed to make more plans. After all, according to what Xue Wuli said, there would be more threats in the entire Tianmen Gate, not only the Tianmen Gate God Generals, but also thousands of warriors hidden in the secret realm, who were trained and killed like a raising poison in the Tianmen Gate.

At this time, it is in the lower realm, in the Fengyun Sword Tomb.

The gloomy black mist enveloped the entire sword tomb, and the broken long sword was inserted into the sword tomb in a row. Although it was a scene of sword energy, it seemed gloomy and broken at this time.

Zhong Limu sat next to the sword tomb, with a gray look on his face, obviously he was in his life.

He was from the last era and a disciple of the Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu. Although he had not officially participated in the battle between righteousness and demons five hundred years ago, he had seen the fall of that generation with his own eyes.

He has lived through secret techniques for so many years, but under Emperor Chen Qing's punch, he had broken the sword heart that he had been raising for hundreds of years.

Everything is false, everything is just a joke!

So what if you live for hundreds of years? This world is not better than whoever lives longer.

At this time, a young warrior in white clothes and barefoot walked behind Zhonglimu and whispered: "Old ancestor, are you looking for me?"

This young man is Yan Zhi of Fengyun Sword Tomb. His appearance has not changed at all from more than ten years ago, but his temperament is more calm. He has also reached the realm of the world's mystery and began to officially take over Fengyun Sword Tomb and become his master.

Fengyun Sword Tomb is not so much a sect as a loose alliance, so there is no sect leader or sect leader. It’s just that every generation has to choose a leader to let him be responsible for dealing with the outside world.

Since the Battle of the Fulyu Mountain, Yan Zhi has often appeared in the world, and his abilities and strength are very suitable. Naturally, he began to take charge of the Fengyun Sword Tomb two years ago.

Zhongli Mu said lightly: "I'm going to die."

Yan Zhi's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Old ancestor!"

Zhongli Mu waved his hand and interrupted Yan Zhi's words.

"I was able to survive after my life span was exhausted because I refined the sword spirit of the Sword of the Eternal Life Sword into my body and replaced the vitality of the Dantian.

But Chen Qingdi's punch had already smashed it completely, so I don't have much time to live. In the last period, I will give you something."

Zhong Limu said, holding the seal in his hand, and countless long swords were trembling in the entire sword tomb, making long sword sounds.

The black mist swayed and finally turned into something like a black dragon, making a sword roar, resounding throughout the sword tomb.

"What's this?"

Yan Zhi looked shocked. He could feel that the power emitted by the black dragon was simply amazing.

Zhongli Mu said: "This is the sword soul, the sword soul born in the entire sword tomb!"

Speaking of this, Zhong Limu's tone slowed down, he looked ahead and said slowly: "In the entire Fengyun Sword Tomb, only I know its existence. In fact, I have selfish intentions.

There are countless swords buried in the sword tomb, and countless sword spirits dissipate. When they accumulate to a certain level, a sword soul will be formed.

However, this time may take hundreds or even thousands of years, so there are few records of sword souls in Fengyun Sword Tomb. Even if it appears, the ancestors of Fengyun Sword Tomb will not use them.

Only my master, Sword Emperor Shen Cangwu, has created eight thousand sword skills throughout his life. In terms of research on swordsmanship, even Sword Saint Gu Qingcheng is not as good as the master.

He discovered the way to refine the sword soul and use the sword soul."

Speaking of this, Zhong Limu suddenly turned around and looked at Yan Zhi and said lightly: "But these have been destroyed by me. With the death of my master, no one knows about this matter except me."

Yan Zhi was stunned and wanted to say something, but in the end he held it back.

Zhonglimu laughed at himself and said, "You have guessed it right?" The reason is very simple. Because I have selfish intentions, I want to monopolize the sword soul, reach the legendary realm, and reach the realm that my master has not reached.

So even though I knew that my life was about to end, I did not choose to carry my sword into the sword tomb, but instead chose to refine the sword of immortality that I had followed me for hundreds of years, and relied on the power of the sword spirit to survive until today.

But luck made people feel bad. After waiting for so many years, the sword soul could not condense and form. It was not until I was broken by Emperor Chen Qing, the sword soul finally took form.

This may be God's will.

When I live a sacrifice to the sword, I no longer have the swordsman's indomitable spirit in my heart, but only my greed for vitality and power.

How could I be worthy of the sword soul condensed by countless sword masters and countless famous swords in this sword tomb?”

Just as Yan Zhi was about to say something, Zhong Limu shook his head and said, "I don't have much time anymore, now you just need to listen.

I will help you refine the sword soul later. You may reach the legendary realm. The future of Fengyun Sword Tomb will be handed over to you.

I don't know whether it's right or wrong, but I have no choice.

I only have one request to bury me next to my master.”
Chapter completed!