Vol 2 Chapter 369: Sword Repair Spirit

Vertical pupil stared at Gu Qingshan.
It uttered swift and strange language, trying to communicate with Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan shook his head and said: "No-I will not lead you to come, let alone provide you with any strength."
Suddenly, the pupil appeared to kill.
A colorful thin line shot out from the vertical pupil and pierced Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan shook his head and said, "You don't have the power to activate that technique, so give up."
Around the vertical pupil, the gray mountain was continuously collapsing downward.
Zhutong is trying hard to get enough power from Ash Mountain to form some kind of evil power.
Unfortunately, everything about that eight-armed giant has been washed into ashes by time.
If it weren't for the huge number of sentient beings who sacrificed, there would be no chance of even the vertical pupils.
All this is a mistake.
But the possibility has emerged, so in this world, the existence of evil has gained a rightful "position."
This time was rejected by Gu Qingshan.
But next time?
What choices will the saints who are eager to devote themselves to the new era make?
Gu Qingshan's eyes darkened.
He grabbed the long-lived swords from the void and leaped forward gently.
Two cold lights crossed.
The vertical pupil was cut to pieces immediately, submerged in a deep golden light, and completely disappeared from the prehistoric world.
Gu Qingshan turned around, leaped back to the edge of the pit, and retracted his swords.
He looked a little depressed.
"These saints can't wait to go to the new era, but they don't know that they themselves represent history and are exactly the objects to be eliminated in the new era."
"Kneeling will not be accepted, it will only become food for the other party faster."
Gu Qingshan seemed to have some emotional ups and downs, and said to himself:
"A group of ridiculous and ignorant guys who have forgotten their roots and pursued illusory things are already doomed."
"If so, why should I come to save such an era?"
He shook his head and turned around.
In front of him, an illusory bronze door appeared.
He put his hand on the bronze door and was about to push the door to enter, but he heard a sound from behind him.
Gu Qingshan looked back.
I saw the Eternal Sword flying back and forth, bursts of eager wailing, as if there was something I wanted to say.
Gu Qingshan lowered his head and thought for a few breaths.
The world was silent, as if waiting for his decision.
Soon.
His voice sounded in the empty no man's land:
"The world will fall, but the saints are all thieves and perish by themselves. This is the cause and effect of the change of times. Even though I have the power of chaos, I am not willing to save this world for them."
"All dharmas are extinct, and cause and effect are not empty. Let everything follow their cause and effect to rotate."
After speaking, he would push open the door
At this moment, the Hundred Zhan Sword rushed over, staying beside him, and burst out a tremor that rushed into the sky.
Gu Qingshan was slightly startled.
"What do you want me to see?" he asked.
Bai Zhanjian did not answer, but buzzed endlessly with all his might.
The Eternal Sword also flew to his side, coordinating with a hundred battles, it made a rhythmic sword sound.
They seem to be calling for something.
Soon.
Gu Qingshan sensed an extremely rare situation.
He couldn't help turning his head back slowly, looking towards the distant void--
I saw nothing but light and shadow gradually rushing in the void.
These lights and shadows seem to be another world.
"A aspect world is overlapping with the main world... what will come?"
Gu Qingshan murmured suspiciously.
After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and pressed it gently towards the void.
In a moment, the bronze door disappeared.
He turned and walked towards the light and shadow, wanting to see what happened.
The surrounding lights and shadows sensed his movements, and the changes suddenly accelerated
In the next instant, the wilderness around Gu Qingshan disappeared.
Everything becomes invisible.
bright--
In the dark and lonely void, thousands of dim light spots condense quickly like a storm.
They appear one after another in human form.
Gu Qingshan watched quietly and thought about it: "Heroic...I remember that there are no heroic spirits in the prehistoric world... After all, this is a very difficult road."
I saw the human figures with condensed light spots floating in the air, densely packed and neatly arranged, all looking towards Gu Qingshan.
They are smiling.
These are all heroic spirits!
Gu Qingshan's eyes wandered among the heroic spirits, and soon saw the sword repairman.
The Hundred Battle Sword flew forward, and happily circled the sword repairer for a week, and then flew back reluctantly.
The sword repairer looked at Gu Qingshan with a slight smile, flew out, and waved to the heroes.
This seems to be a signal--
A hero raised his hand high.
Hundreds of heroic spirits raised their hands.
They seemed to be calling for something, and they seemed to be waiting for something.
In order to continue fighting, I had to separate. Now it's time to meet again.
Gu Qingshan's expression slowly changed, and he suddenly looked up at the sky.
sword!
Flying sword!
A flying sword dragged a long howling sound, galloping from the distant sky.
More flying swords are coming!
Thousands of swords are like rain, and thousands of swords are flying, flying from all over the prehistoric world.
Gu Qingshan's ears heard one after another small voices:
"The name of the sword will protect forever, and protect all beings forever until death;"
"The name of the sword breaks the devil, and those who hold this sword swear to break the ten thousand demon;"
"The name of the sword walks alone, although it walks alone, the Tao is not alone, and has its own robes;
"The name of the sword is cut..."
"Sword Name Long Song..."
"The name of the sword punishes evil..."
"Sword name..."
When these voices sounded, a flying sword came and fell in front of Gu Qingshan, exuding a strong sword intent.
Time passed slowly.
Thousands of flying swords all fell in front of Gu Qingshan, motionless, as if waiting for his call at any time, they were going to destroy the devil and kill the enemy, and cut the injustice.
Gu Qingshan looked around all the flying swords, and then at the heroic spirits.
The heroes still smiled and looked at him quietly.
The wind became silent.
It seems that the whole world is waiting for something.
Soon.
Gu Qingshan sighed and said: "You sword repairers, obviously are dead..."
He stretched out his hand and held it empty.
In an instant, the tens of thousands of swords exude infinite sword energy, and the sword energy rushes into the night, turning into a sound of clank resonance that shook the world.
The swords left in front of Gu Qingshan, falling behind him one by one, concealed in the void.
From then on, they will fight with him.
Gu Qingshan looked at the heroes and said:
"Your will has been communicated to me. From now on...I will try to save all beings in this world and all people like you."
The heroic spirits nodded together, their figures gradually dimmed, turning into dim light and disappearing away.
A voice stayed in Gu Qingshan's ear:
"The saint... there are also sentient beings..."
Immediately afterwards, a scene appeared in Gu Qingshan's mind.
When the picture ended, a gust of wind blew up in the world.
For a time, the sun and the moon were dark, and all traces of the previous battle were completely destroyed by this gust of wind.
Even the huge gray mountain was completely blown away.
Within the huge pit, there was no more flesh and blood of demons.
The heroic spirits covered up everything.
This is a good thing for Gu Qingshan.
The wind whizzed past.
The realm of aspect gradually left the main world.
The whole world returns to normal.
Gu Qingshan found himself still standing in front of the huge pit.
But what is different all around.
Hundreds of thousands of flying swords followed him.
There are still countless sword repair heroes sheltering in secret.
They are with him.
Gu Qingshan recalled the images he had received before, and slightly judged the direction, then turned into an afterimage and quickly moved away.
After a few hours.
He found the lonely tomb in a desert.
Opening the tomb, I saw a dead practitioner's body lying inside.
"Sure enough, Jian Xiu..."
Gu Qingshan stepped forward and squatted down and gently took the contents from the corpse's hand.
It is an old bronze lamp.
On the outer wall of the lamp, many intricate patterns are carved, showing the appearance of a gloomy world.
Gu Qingshan pondered for a few breaths, put his hand on the bronze lamp, and urged.
Spiritual power was quickly poured in, activating countless hidden runes on the inner wall of the bronze lamp.
There was a breezy blue light on the wick.
When the light suddenly appeared, there was a faint female voice:
"I have been in retreat for many years, who is calling me with my token?"
"Who are you?" Gu Qingshan asked back.
"I am a saint of wind and rain." The female said.