Vol 3 Chapter 10: Yukong

Chapter 10 Imperial Skyline
Shen Shi lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and then took out the fragment of the Ancient Slaughter Sword from the Ruyi bag. ∷
That ray of light radiated from this remnant sword, perhaps because it had been seen once during the day, or because of other reasons that he didn't know. In short, in this quiet night, When he came to Wu Zhenyan again, when the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword glowed again, he felt that the power emanating from the sword seemed to be much milder.
The illusion of ruining the world did not reappear, and Wu Zhenyan did not tremble and shatter again. It seemed that when the night came, everything was calmer.
Only the soft light radiating from the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword illuminates Shen Shi's face, and also illuminates the big rock beside him that has been eroded by countless years of wind, frost, rain and snow, but still standing alone.
The brilliance from the sword lightly fell on the rock face of Wuzhen, reflecting a beautiful and slightly weird halo. Shen Shi hesitated, then stretched out his other hand without holding a sword, and tentatively touched the boulder. When his palm touched Wuzhen Rock, Shen Shi felt a little nervous, even he himself didn't know what would happen next, maybe he was just extra curious in his heart.
But the result seemed to be very calm, no hallucinations, no vibrations, no earth-shaking changes, Wu Zhenyan was still silent. Shen Shi frowned slightly, but after a sigh of relief, he was also a little disappointed, but when he turned his head, he found that the sword of the Slaughter Immortal Remnant that he was injured, suddenly radiated from the blade. Brighten up.
From the initial softness, the white light gradually became a little hot, and the brightness gradually increased. It didn't take long for Shen Shi to find that he could no longer see the body of the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword. The light had completely enveloped the Remnant Sword. However, this light didn't seem to hurt his physical palm in any way, and he didn't feel any pain or heat. It was just that when he was a little blankly watching the light on the remnant sword keep brightening, suddenly , His heart jumped suddenly.
Like beating a drum, like a shock, it was a sudden shock that shocked his body.
At that moment, the sky and the sky seemed to be distorted, and the vast sea of ​​clouds seemed to set off waves. In the night of this dark sea, an undercurrent was flowing.
The wind is getting worse.
Tao is born and clouds are gone.
Between the magnificent peaks and the sea, countless clouds and clouds are shrouded in the dark night, like thousands of horses and horses, and like a hundred rivers to see the sea, they begin to flow slowly, from all directions in the strong wind roaring, raging like a tide, one wave after another. With a wave, he slowly started to shoot towards the dangerous cliff where Wu Zhenyan was.
Shen Shi's breathing began to rush a bit, and between the sky and the sky, there seemed to be an inexplicable but huge power that was slowly gathering in the void before his eyes. He felt that he was so small, as if the next moment Bone to pieces in this huge wave of clouds.
However, Wu Zhenyan faced the darkness and the waves of the sea of ​​clouds that gradually began to surging, still standing still, just like every day of these thousands of years, when the light on the Slaughter Immortal Sword was bright and flickering , It seems to have finally been awakened again.
This big rock, an ordinary and scarred rock, finally shook slightly.
In an instant, Shen Shi suddenly felt that there was a flower in front of him, the sky and the sky were twisting again, and the illusion that I had seen during the day suddenly reappeared, the violent storm and the lightning flashed and thunder, the world roared like a roaring, and facing this unimaginable world Zhiwei, there is another figure in front of him.
This time, the figure seemed to be much clearer, as if standing not far in front of him, but still facing him. Facing the wind, rain and thunder and lightning, and the roar and roar of the sky and the sky, the electric light rips through the sky, and the darkness rushes in with wide mouths. Only Wu Zhenyan is under his feet, silent but incomparably supported.
Suddenly, a blazing electric light flashed by, and the world shook. In that wild brilliance, Shen Shi suddenly saw the figure of the man with his back facing him. He was still holding a sword firmly in his hand.
An ancient and silent long sword...
"boom!"
Suddenly, a silent thunder resounded from the depths of his heart, and instantly knocked Shen Shi to the ground. He groaned in a low voice, showing a bit of pain on his face, staggering back, actually sitting down involuntarily. On the ground, at the same time, a mouthful of blood came out directly. And when his palm left Wu Zhenyan, that illusion was immediately annihilated.
Everything immediately returned to its original state before his eyes. The sky and the earth, the sea of ​​clouds and rocks, the night wind slowly passed by, and the night was calm as usual, as if nothing had happened.
It seemed that it was just a dream in a sudden.
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Shen Shi only felt qi and blood all over his body, nausea and vomiting. This was a feeling he had never had since he cultivated the path. All the Qi channels and collaterals around his body seemed to be completely enveloped by a strange force at this moment. There was a kind of giggle. The illusion of sound and trembling.
Fortunately, as the illusion dissipated, this strange power quickly disappeared, and his body gradually recovered. After taking a breath, he slowly stood up.
Everything in front of him, Wu Zhenyan and the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, everything seemed so peaceful, as if nothing had happened. It's just that when Shen Shi lowered his head, with that little light, he still saw the blood that he just spewed out.
He stayed silent for a moment, knowing that after all, his Taoism was too low, and he was afraid that he could not bear the power inspired by the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword in Wuzhen Rock, so he did not dare to continue trying. It's just that in his mind, the back of the man facing the sky and the sky in the illusion really impressed him too deeply, making him linger and unforgettable.
Is that person Yuan Wentian, the head of the Six Saints?
Is the sword in his hand the legendary Slaughter Ancient Sword?
However, Shen Shi immediately changed his mind, but he was a little bit puzzled. The fragment of the Ancient Slaughter Sword in his hand was obtained from the Soul Zhenyuan in the Gaoling Mountains. It was arranged by the Primordial Yinlong to deal with the ancient ghosts and ghosts. Yes, and according to what was heard on that day, it seems that there are at least hundreds of thousands of years or even earlier and longer years. The era of Yuan Wentian was clearly only 10,000 years ago.
Between the two, it doesn't seem to be right.
But if it wasn't the Ancient Slaughter Sword, why would Wu Zhenyan echo the Ancient Slaughter Sword?
Could it be that the illusion is really just a fascinating illusion that does not exist in the world at all, or is there a mysterious reason behind the history annihilated in the long river of years?
Shen Shi only felt that his head was about to explode at this moment, and his thoughts were like a mess. After gritting his teeth, he didn't dare to think anymore, so he shook his head fiercely, thinking about why the saints of the past were Saint, there must be a reason, there must be a wonderful place that ordinary people like yourself cannot understand.
Thinking about it this way, Shen Shi suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Even though he himself thought this idea was a bit funny and evasive, it was too weird, so don't think too much. After taking a deep breath, he pondered for a moment, and then he was about to turn around and leave. This Wuzhen Rock is quite strange, so it's better not to stay for long.
Just when he turned his head, his gaze suddenly condensed, and a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes. At this moment, the sky, the sky, the clouds, the sea and the big rocks have calmed down, but for some reason, the sword in his hand Fragment, but still did not mean to stop.
Although the white light is faint, it still shines brightly. At the same time, the brilliance of the sword light no longer seems to shine on the Wuzhen Rock in front of you, but towards the vast sea of ​​clouds beyond the precipice, and towards that piece of seem boundless. The endless night tilted slightly.
The white light swallowed, and the light flickered, as if pointing in a certain direction.
Shen Shi felt a little bit in his heart, and tried to raise the remaining sword a little higher, but the light on the sword, as expected, had a very slight change in the tilt angle following his movements.
Shen Shi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly walked a few steps forward, but he came to the front of Wu Zhenyan, and then squeezed the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword, facing the void beyond the cliff, his arm waved and began to slowly change position. But a pair of eyes stared at the strange brilliance on the remnant sword.
The light of the sword is like a candle, and it seems to be blown by the wind. As his arm moves, the light is quietly changing, undulating, but no matter how it changes, the light has always been stubbornly pointed in a certain direction. change.
Shen Shi put down the Remnant Sword, raised his eyes and looked away, only to see that in that direction was the depths of the sea of ​​void clouds, a boundless darkness, with nothing to see, nothing.
He stared for a long while without gaining anything. When he shook his head and was about to give up, suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the dark depths, as if a faint light flashed by.
Very light, very thin, as if there is a light that flashes in the depths of the night, and never sees again.
Shen Shi's body stopped suddenly, and when he looked there again, he found that everything was exactly the same as before, and when he looked down at the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword, he found that the light on the sword had begun to weaken slowly.
It seemed that the brilliance on this remnant sword had come to exhaustion.
Shen Shi was silent for a moment, and suddenly raised his head. In the night breeze, facing the cliff of ten thousand feet, his breathing was a little excited and some rush, but there was a look of expectation in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he clenched his teeth, flipped his hand sharply, a flash of light flashed, and took out a dagger that shone brightly from his wishful bag.
Qingxuejian.
Half a month before he came to Yuanshimen, he spent most of his time cultivating and controlling this spirit sword. By now, it can be said that he has initially mastered the swordsmanship. At this moment, he stared at the distant place where the light seemed to have flashed, feeling the looming summoning power in the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword in his hand. After taking a deep breath, he raised the Snow Sword and stepped on it. Up.
Jianmang Xueliang slowly rose up, carrying his body, in this night, under the strong wind, his clothes were hunting and dancing wildly. Suddenly there was a sharp scream, and the world seemed to echo, and then turned into a cloud of white light, which instantly broke through the air, straight into the distance.
On the cliff, it calmed down again, everything returned to silence, only the big rock still stood in the dark shadow, silently facing the void outside, quietly watching the speeding away from behind White sword light.