In late winter, a heavy snowfall flooded the land of Dongzhou.
In the holy land where the gods are hidden, there is a divine sun rising and rising in the sky, and the blazing divine light shines on the vast wilderness.
A few days later, Taixuan Saint Zhang Ruoxu and Liuli Saint Mu Tianrong returned from Dangyang Mountain defeated. The accompanying elders and disciples were all killed and injured, and only two of them escaped in embarrassment.
A few days later, Holy Son Zhenwu, who had just become a transcendent saint, encountered a powerful enemy.
After three days of hard fighting, one arm of Holy Son Zhenwu was chopped off, and he was bleeding all over the sky lake.
Although he escaped with his life, he returned directly to the Holy Land and never left the house. The details of the battle were not revealed at all.
The two battles between Dangyang Mountain and Dongtian Lake directly shocked the entire Dongzhou.
No one knew what happened during the battle, they only knew that they were fighting against a blond young man holding a Fangtian painted halberd.
Someone once saw a huge halberd shadow falling from the sky, directly cutting apart the world for a million miles in the Northern Wasteland.
A Northern Wasteland saint was directly blown up by a halberd, and both his body and soul were destroyed!
This time, someone finally saw some of the battle.
The blond hair in the divine robe is like the scorching sun, and Fang Tian paints a halberd to break through the eight desolations!
"Amaterasu!"
"Amaterasu is born!"
Not long after, someone finally got the news.
The Son of Amaterasu of the Divine Hidden Holy Land was born with a high profile.
With one move, he swept away the three great saints and saints, and spread across the East Continent, unstoppable.
The divine power was earth-shattering, and the powerful demons from the Northern Wilderness, Southern Barbarians and even the Western Continent changed their expressions upon hearing this, and did not dare to cross the Dongzhou Thunder Pond.
Then, Amaterasu directly announced to the world.
"We sincerely invite the Holy Son of Wuji to hunt on the shores of the East China Sea. We will not only differentiate between superiors and inferiors, but also decide life and death!"
After defeating Zhang Ruoxu, Mu Tianrong and Holy Son Zhenwu, Son of Amaterasu finally set his sights on Su Chen.
And this time, it is obviously a retaliatory decisive battle to the death.
However, a whole month passed and there was no reply from Wuji Holy Son Su Chen.
In anger, Amaterasu directly slaughtered Donghai.
Whether they were ordinary warriors who came here to practice or the elder disciples of Wuji Holy Land, they were all killed.
The blood runs through the East China Sea from south to north, like a forbidden red line, and anyone who touches it will die.
For a time, people were panicked, and there was no one left inside and outside the East China Sea.
There is still no news about Wuji Holy Son Su Chen.
Therefore, Amaterasu directly issued the order.
"Everyone in the world who provides traces of Su Chen will be rewarded with one hundred thousand holy stones."
"If you can take Su Chen's head and offer it to the Holy Land of Shenyin, you will be rewarded with a million holy stones!"
Once the reward order was issued, the world was shaken and people's hearts were moved.
Although Su Chen had become famous after the news of Gao Tianqiong's fall spread, few people dared to show off his reputation.
But there must be a brave man under the heavy reward.
As long as the traces are provided, there are 100,000 holy stones. For those casual cultivators or warriors with shallow knowledge, it is definitely a huge sum of money and worth taking the risk.
Fairy Moon Worshiping, Lei Yin and others naturally got the news.
They rushed to the Giant Sword Sect, but encountered attacks again and again on the way.
It was obvious that not only Su Chen, but also the details of everyone around him had been discovered.
In order to prevent Su Chen's location from being exposed, they killed all the pursuers regardless of the cost, and at the same time rushed to the Northern Wasteland, hoping to draw people's attention away.
At this time, the Giant Sword Sect had already sealed the mountain gate.
But Su Chen still didn't come out of seclusion.
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Under the giant stone sword, a figure has been sitting cross-legged for more than two months.
He didn't eat or drink, he never slept, his body was covered with dust and dead leaves, and he remained motionless.
In the eyes of others, it seems that it is no longer a person, but a stone, naturally compatible with heaven and earth, and becomes increasingly inconspicuous.
"Sect Master, Su Chen won't have a mental breakdown and sit down on the spot, right?"
Every once in a while, Guan Yue and the Jujian Sect Master would come to visit Su Chen, but the result was that they felt worse and worse.
Now, Su Chen's aura fluctuations are no longer noticeable.
"If so, that would be troublesome!"
The giant sword sect leader sighed solemnly.
Now the outside world is full of people looking for Su Chen.
Although he had the foresight to seal the mountain gate and strictly prohibit anyone from contacting the outside world.
But he understands that paper cannot cover the fire after all.
The asking price for Amaterasu's son is getting higher and higher, and even holy weapons are offered as rewards. Even within the Giant Sword Sect, there is no guarantee that no one will be greedy and repay kindness with hatred.
And once those people come to the door, their Giant Sword Sect will also suffer disaster.
Maybe there will be disaster of annihilation of the sect!
However, it is too difficult to master the giant sword technique!
The master of the Jujian Sect has long seen that Su Chen is the kind of master who does not believe in evil and will not give up until he achieves his goal.
If this continues, good fortune and misfortune will be unpredictable.
Su Chen really didn't believe in evil at first, and the crazy deductions in the first month almost made him collapse.
After being reminded and guided by the woman in white, he began to adjust his mentality and no longer followed the steps, but tried randomly. As a result, he also found nothing in the second month.
Luck is really not good.
By now, Su Chen no longer expected to be able to master the giant sword technique.
He set a deadline for himself. Once three months was up, he would leave directly regardless of whether he succeeded or not.
Hanging from a tree was not Su Chen's style.
Just think of these three months as being used to sharpen your state of mind. Anyway, the souls in the Burial Heaven Realm have never stopped practicing and are not afraid of wasting this time.
When his mentality completely calmed down, Su Chen no longer practiced hard.
He got up and took a bath. He should eat and drink every day. If he wanted to comprehend, he would meditate for a while. If he was not interested, he would go to sleep and wait for the time limit to come.
In a moment of relaxation, Su Chen's fatigue from the battle for more than half a year was completely resolved.
His heart gradually regained its fullness, his energy became increasingly vigorous, and he even unexpectedly reached the ninth level of the Half-Saint in spiritual power.
This attitude of "I am lucky to win, but my life is lost" actually shows that Su Chen has given up.
But God, I just like to joke sometimes.
That night, Su Chen, who was very drunk, just glanced at the flashing runes on the stone giant sword, but he felt like stars dotting the void.
It wasn't just that he was drunk and blind.
Or for some other reason, the starlight seemed to be getting brighter and dazzling, directly engulfing his consciousness.
In the midst of the light, the sky suddenly collapsed.
The divine chains of order seemed to collapse the laws of heaven and earth, the order of all things, and the barriers of time and space... and then turned into a shocking giant sword, breaking through the sky and void, and penetrating the nine secluded regions of the earth!
At that moment, Su Chen felt a mysterious rhythm.
But he was really drunk and fell asleep soon after.
In the early morning, when the dazzling sunlight fell, Su Chen suddenly woke up and sat up straight away.
"Is it a dream?"
After Su Chen regained consciousness, he tried to release the holy power and move it according to the mysterious rhythm in the dream.
Boom!
In an instant, a hundred-foot giant sword imprinted with golden runes appeared. Although it was just the condensation of holy power, it had the potential to break through the void and was unparalleled in its sharpness.
