Chapter 83 The Sword God's Remnant Soul

Chapter 83 The remnant soul of the Sword God

The dark abyss seemed to have no end. Ye Xiaochuan fell rapidly for a long time without reaching the bottom of the abyss. He had no choice but to beg for mercy.

As expected, begging for mercy had an effect. After a while, his fall slowly stopped. The pitch-black abyss where he could not see his fingers gradually disappeared, and the mysterious white world reappeared in front of him. The handsome man in white was still standing beside him. before.

Ye Xiaochuan looked frightened, looked around, and suddenly said: "This, this is not my dream at all! You are not the dream god either."

This mysterious and dreamy space is naturally not Ye Xiaochuan's dream, but a spirit-gathering circle in the Wufeng Divine Sword.

No matter what kind of magic weapon it is, there is a spiritual gathering circle to gather spiritual power. This is the difference between magic weapons and swords in the hands of ordinary mortal soldiers.

When a cultivator activates the true essence, spiritual power continuously flows into the magic weapon. If there is no spirit gathering array to absorb and compress these spiritual powers, no matter how powerful the material of the magic weapon is, it will be nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

The man in white who is now invisible in the Wufeng Ancient Sword Spirit Gathering Array is actually just a ray of remnant soul. It seems that he has been hiding here for thousands of years, relying on the thin spiritual power in the Spirit Gathering Array. Barely maintaining his soul for thousands of years.

As for his origins and name, they are almost ready to be revealed.

The man in white showed a cynical smile and said, "How did you see that?"

Ye Xiaochuan reached out and touched his body and said: "This is not my body, nor my soul. This is the body of my soul. Who are you? Where is this place? Mine How come the soul is here?"

The man in white slightly praised: "You are very smart, but it is a bit beyond my expectation. Yes, this is not your dream, and I am not a dream god. This is one of the many spirit-gathering arrays arranged in Wufengjian. In the illusory space, your blood awakened me from my slumber. I wanted to see what this generation of Wufeng master was like, so I sucked your soul into the divine sword."

Ye Xiaochuan's face changed greatly and he lost his voice: "It's over, it's over! I haven't reached the out-of-body state yet, my soul cannot leave the body! If you bring my soul here, I won't die immediately Qiaoqiao."

The man in white said: "You will not die. You are fused with the blood of the Divine Sword. Although your soul is very weak and cannot leave the body, the Divine Sword has become a part of your body. Your soul can enter the Divine Sword." Among them. Hey, I originally thought that the master of this generation of divine sword must be like me, a peerless master, but I didn’t expect..."

He sighed slowly, seemingly full of disappointment.

The more Ye Xiaochuan listened, the more something was wrong. He couldn't help but said: "Am I bad? I am a peerless master who defeated Hu Daoxin! By the way, who are you!"

The man in white once again had an unruly look on his face, and said word by word: "I am the master of the Wufeng Divine Sword."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Don't talk nonsense, I am... wait, are you the master of the Wufeng Divine Sword? Could it be that you... are you the senior sword god?"

Ye Xiaochuan's legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground.

The man in white said: "I'm not..."

When Ye Xiaochuan heard this, he immediately became brave and raised his middle finger to the man in white, interrupting the man in white: "I was almost scared to death by you. If you weren't a senior swordsman, you should have told me earlier..."

Unexpectedly, the man in white continued: "I'm not, then who is?"

"Plop!"

Ye Xiaochuan fell to the ground and quickly apologized with a smile: "Are you really the senior sword god?"

The man in white nodded slowly, but then shook his head, and said slowly: "Back then, I killed my most beloved woman with my own hands for the sake of the world. I was so heartbroken that I recorded what I had learned in my life on the stone wall and sealed it. Wu Feng and Zhan Chen, when I committed suicide, did I seal my soul in the divine sword? Waiting for the destined person in the future, my soul was asleep most of the time, so that I could only rely on the spirit of the divine sword. I barely managed to keep my soul alive. Now that the Divine Sword recognizes you as its master, my soul has awakened again. I don’t have much time.”

When Ye Xiaochuan heard that the man in white said that he was really the soul of the invisible sword god six thousand years ago, he was surprised, happy, and a little shocked at the same time.

He said cautiously: "So, you are going to lose your mind?"

The man in white nodded slightly.

Ye Xiaochuan was overjoyed and shouted: "That's great..."

Immediately, he felt something was wrong, and immediately put on a sad expression and said, "No, I mean it's such a pity."

The man in white glanced at Ye Xiaochuan. How could he not know what Ye Xiaochuan was thinking at this moment? Ye Xiaochuan was worried that his remaining soul would seize his body and seize his body, so Ye Xiaochuan was very excited when he heard that his soul was about to disperse.

Naturally, the man in white wouldn't argue with a junior. He said: "My soul is about to disperse. I can help you with your wish to become a master of cultivation, but you also have to help me with one thing."

Ye Xiaochuan said cautiously: "Senior, it's not that I don't want to help you, old man. It's been more than six thousand years since you died. What else can you keep from looking away?"

The man in white shook his head and said, "The moment I woke up from my deep sleep, I vaguely felt Zhan Chen's aura nearby. I hope you promise me something."

Ye Xiaochuan asked: "What's the matter?"

The man in white said, "Zhan Chen is the magic weapon of Su Qinglian, the fairy of broken thoughts. Qinglian was possessed by the devil in the past. She used this sword to slaughter living beings and drank countless blood. Zhan Chen was also demonized and became a bloodthirsty and evil sword. After I killed Qinglian with my own hands, although I used all my Taoism to set up a magic circle in the sword to suppress Zhan Chen's magic power, if I am right, the restriction I set back then will probably not last long. Once the magic contained in Zhan Chen breaks through the seal, the consequences will be disastrous."

Ye Xiaochuan's face changed, and Yun Qiyou's beautiful face appeared in his mind.

He said, "What do you want me to do?"

The man in white said, "Before Zhan Chen's magic energy leaks out, find a way to seal it again. If the seal fails, kill Zhan Chen's master and destroy Zhan Chen to prevent it from harming the people again..."

Ye Xiaochuan's face changed again, and his thoughts were in a mess. Although he hated the female bandit Yun Qiyou, he absolutely could not kill her.

However, he did not know how to reseal the Dust-Slaying Divine Sword. Even if the man in white taught him the sealing method, with his pitiful cultivation, he would probably need to practice for at least three to five hundred years.

Just when he was confused, suddenly, the man in white in front of him seemed to have changed a little.