I go!
Spiritual Lord!
Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Cao Wei, Zhong Wen's eyes widened, feeling somewhat unreal.
When he left, this seven-year-old baby was only at the third level of the Heavenly Wheel, but in just such a moment, his cultivation soared to the realm of the Spiritual Master as if he were on a rocket.
And this is not the first time he has become a spiritual master, but he is actually at the pinnacle of spiritual masters, and he is only one step away from realizing the great path.
What kind of rate of progress is this?
Zhong Wen glanced at the long black sword in Cao Wei's hand, and immediately became convinced. He knew that the reason why this little kid's cultivation level soared was probably due to some inheritance or other benefits.
A divine sword that contains a top-notch inheritance, but I missed it?
Is this kid really the chosen one?
Looking at Cao Wei, who had his eyes closed and his breathing was even, as if he was an old monk in meditation, Zhong Wen's expression changed, and a long-lost familiar feeling suddenly came to his heart.
This is something illusory, yet real. He has experienced it deeply from many evil geniuses such as Gui Mandrill, Zheng Qiyuan and Liu Tiedan.
Protagonist halo!
Damn, I thought that when I came to the original land, I would become the protagonist!
It seems that the old man's attributes of this ring cannot be shaken off for the rest of his life.
Feeling the increasingly solid aura on Cao Wei's body, Zhong Wen couldn't help but have such an idea come to his mind, and for a moment he felt confused about whether to laugh or cry.
Knowing that this little kid was experiencing a crucial epiphany, and that if he was disturbed, all his previous efforts would be in vain, he resisted the urge to step forward and grab the sword. His figure gradually faded away, and his whole body quickly turned colorless. The invisible soul took a few steps closer silently, reaching out to touch the mysterious black sword.
Ordinarily, at this moment, he can travel through entities and will not actually touch the sword.
However, as soon as his fingers came into contact with the sword blade, a loud "buzzing" sound suddenly came from his mind, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was in a mysterious space, surrounded by It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen at all.
His heart trembled, and he decisively spread his consciousness out, trying to explore the surrounding situation.
There are no restrictions or shields on his spiritual consciousness here, but no matter how he releases it, he cannot sense the surrounding boundaries.
This space seems to have no boundaries!
"Get out!"
Just when he was in shock and doubt, a deafening roar suddenly came from his ears, and then a blue figure appeared from nowhere.
As soon as this person appeared, he decisively raised his right arm and slowly pointed his finger at his forehead.
This finger seemed to be slow, but in fact it was incredibly fast. It came in a matter of seconds. The terrifying sharpness contained in it made Zhong Wen break out in cold sweat and instinctively wanted to retreat and dodge.
"Senior Dugu!"
However, the moment he saw the other party's appearance clearly, he suddenly froze, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Little guy, do you recognize me?"
Hearing his call, the man in blue froze. His finger was only an inch away from Zhong Wen's forehead, but he stopped suddenly and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Senior's name."
Zhong Wen calmed down, secretly praising the opponent for his ability to move freely, and his strength, while he respectfully cupped his fists and saluted, "But Dugu Xingchen?"
"good!"
The man in blue relaxed and nodded in response, "I am Dugu Xingchen. I never expected that there are still people in this world who know my name."
It really is!
Zhong Wen was overjoyed and looked at the other person with a hint of intimacy in his eyes unconsciously.
It turns out that this person looks almost exactly the same as Dugu Xingchen, the "Sword God" among the five ancient sages in the Three Saints Realm. The only difference is that there are a few more wrinkles on his face and a few more white hairs on his head. It seems that Much older.
"I wonder if senior has ever thrown chaos seeds into the lower realm?"
He calmed down, rolled his eyes, and then asked, "For example...the Three Saint Realms?"
"Yes, I didn't originally intend to condense the seeds of chaos."
As if aware of the kindness he released, Dugu Xingchen's expression couldn't help but soften a little, nodded and said, "But in the last few years of his life, an old friend happened to visit, and he talked about how it is very popular in today's chaotic realm. In this way, on a whim, I also threw a seed out. I just did it casually at the time, but I don’t remember where to throw it. Listening to what you said, could it be that my chaotic clone went to the Three Saints Realm?"
"Don't you plan to condense the clones?"
Zhong Wen looked at him in surprise, and after a long while he sighed and said sincerely, "Senior is free and easy, I admire you junior!"
"When I was alive, I was the best swordsman in the world. I defeated invincible opponents all over the world. I was given the title of 'King of Swords' by others."
Dugu Xingchen had a calm look on his face, as if he was saying something that was natural, "Since you are already invincible, what else do you need to do with your avatar?"
So domineering!
Zhong Wen stared at him straightly, the admiration in his eyes getting stronger. He was silent for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, and asked casually: "As far as I know, the best swordsman in the world today is called Tie Wudi. It is very possible." Having lived for millions of years, could it be that the age when the senior was born was still before him?"
"Is that the boy Tie Wudi?"
Dugu Xingchen chuckled and said, "He is indeed a swordsman genius, but when I sealed my sword and retired to seclusion, he was just a rising star. I didn't expect that he has now become the strongest swordsman in the world. It's a pity that I am no longer alive, otherwise I would have to meet him." meeting."
"As far as this junior knows, once a cultivator sets foot in the Realm of Chaos, there is no limit to his lifespan."
Zhong Wen listened and suddenly asked curiously, "Since the senior is invincible in swordsmanship and retired to the mountains and forests, why did he die again?"
"this……"
Dugu Xingchen, who originally had an unruly face, blushed inexplicably and said hesitantly, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I have been hiding from the world for nearly a million years. I have devoted myself to studying the way of swordsmanship and finally understood a set of shocking sword skills. But what? The move was too powerful and the control was not very skillful. As a result, I accidentally died under my own sword. I am ashamed, ashamed."
Zhong Wen: “…..”
At this moment, he wasn't even sure whether he should laugh or not. If he laughed, would the other party strike directly with his sword?
The Sword God, or the sword king of this world, Dugu Xingchen, always presents himself with an aloof and arrogant image. He looks cool and attractive, making people unconsciously associate him with the "peerless strong man" and the "hermit high man". words like "people" are linked together.
Such a funny way of death was undoubtedly inconsistent with his character. Under the extreme contrast, Zhong Wen, the Zhijiao, raised the corners of his mouth and trembled his shoulders. It was difficult to hold back from bending down. It was very hard to hold back his laughter.
"Just laugh if you want."
As if he saw his difficulty, Dugu Xingchen shook his head helplessly and said, "I also know that my death is a bit funny."
"Ha! Haha! Hahaha..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Wen was already lying on the ground with his belly in his hands, rolling around, laughing wildly, and even his head was aching under the violent shaking.
"I talked for a long time."
Seeing him smiling so exaggeratedly, Dugu Xingchen couldn't help but have black lines all over his head. He gritted his teeth and said, "I still don't know who your kid is."
"W-Junior Zhong Wen, come from... the Three Saints Realm."
Zhong Wen rolled around for a long time before he stood up unsteadily and replied out of breath, "No, to be honest with you, my senior, your avatar was kind enough to teach this junior."
"I see."
Dugu Xingchen was stunned when he heard this, and his expression immediately softened, "Zhong Wen, what are you doing here?"
"Senior has taken a fancy to that boy Cao Wei."
Zhong Wen did not answer, but asked, "Do you want to pass on his mantle?"
"Yes, I died too hastily and had no time to leave a legacy."
Dugu Xingchen nodded and admitted, "Finally, I still have a trace of obsession in my heart. When I was about to die, I forced my soul to leave my body and hide in this star sword, in order to find a suitable successor. This son has all the qualifications." He is good, has a good temperament, and is a good swordsman, so I like him very much."
As he spoke, the originally dark space suddenly lit up, and a picture of Cao Wei holding a black sword in his hand and closing his eyes to comprehend appeared all around.
"Senior's uncontrollable swordsmanship..."
The expression on Zhong Wen's face suddenly seemed strange, "Has it been taught to him too?"
"That's natural. This sword skill is called 'Star Wuji'. It is a unique and unique skill that I have accumulated throughout my life."
Dugu Xingchen replied without hesitation, "If it wasn't to pass it on, why would I have to wait in the Star Sword for a hundred thousand years?"
"The spiritual skills created by seniors are naturally excellent."
Zhong Wen thought about it again and again, then asked in a low voice carefully, "It's just that you can't control it. Cao Wei is only a seven-year-old child, so how can he..."
"ah!"
Before he could finish his words, a painful wail came from all around.
Zhong Wen quickly turned around and was shocked to find that Cao Wei was lying on the ground at some point. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his face was as pale as paper, his hands were tightly covering his knees, his facial features were twisted to the extreme due to pain, and bright red was flowing on the ground. blood, and the jet-black star sword lay quietly beside him, no longer moving at all, as if it had nothing to do with all this.
Seeing this scene, Zhong Wen's pupils shrank sharply, and his expression was indescribably weird.
Cao Wei's left leg was broken at knee level!
