"Even if this sword cultivator is powerful, it is impossible to keep his dead soul for thousands of years. When I saw this altar, I understood that he had set up this altar before he died, using the blood soul of the living soul to nourish the soul, and using the blood soul of the living soul to fight the erosion of the power of reincarnation." Qing Lao said. "It's a pity that the years have changed. He still has not escaped the sharp sword of time. His soul withered to the last wisp, and his will is almost chaotic. At this time, he has fallen into a deep sleep, and is sleeping most until his soul dissipates and his will is chaotic. It is impossible to wake up without disturbance during this period."

Yuan Lin frowned and looked at the sword cultivator. He actually used the blood soul of the living creature to maintain his soul. This cruel method is really shocking.

However, this method is also quite terrifying. It can maintain the soul for thousands of years and there are thousands of methods in the world.

Although this method is cruel, it may have a chance to be reborn if it can protect the soul. It can survive. So what if it is cruel?

"Boy Yuan Lin, don't disturb him. Once he wakes up, everything he sees will be his enemy to be destroyed. Any disturbance that will kill him." Old Qing said solemnly.

Yuan Lin was startled and quickly silenced, not daring to speak again, and even dared not take steps.

"Haha, don't be so careful, don't touch him or stimulate him with power. He will not wake up. However, the soul of this sword cultivator has been broken to the limit and his will is about to be chaotic. Once he wakes up, it is the time when his soul dissipates. So he himself is unwilling and unable to wake up. Otherwise, when you first enter, you will die." Old Qing smiled.

"Some of the blood in the altar blood groove is still fresh. Those shriveled corpses also have new and old. I guess that the gods must also use the means of the blood soul of the living creature to maintain the soul of this sword cultivator." Old Qing said slowly.

Yuan Lin was stunned, his eyes narrowed. He looked at the blood flowing in the altar blood groove and the roaring soul. Some of the blood was still bright red, unlike the blood that had been left for a long time. The length of the blood was easily seen from the color of the blood. There was obviously blood that had been put in the altar blood groove that had not been put in nearly two days. Look at the corpses piled up in the corners. The top layer of the corpse was pale, not the withered yellow color, and there were also a trace of solidified blood lines in the flesh and blood of the wound. It was obvious that it was not long since death.

All this shows that someone must have put blood and soul in the blood groove in the two days.

This person is undoubtedly the Son of God.

Suddenly he had an idea. The gods had known that there was a sword cultivator here, and his soul was about to dissipate. So he had already had a blood soul to maintain the sword cultivator's soul.

It seems that the gods and spirits have mastered the method of using this sword cultivator.

Yuan Lin suddenly realized that the biggest reason why the Shenzong was able to establish a sect in the 100,000 mountains where monsters were everywhere was the monk.

According to Mr. Qing, once this sword cultivator is awakened, he will launch a terrifying attack. This should be the biggest trump card that the Divine Sect can stand in the 100,000 mountains.

With this trump card, the ancestor with a mighty 100,000 mountains, the Emperor's Sect did not cause attacks from the ancestors. As for the remaining monsters, there would naturally be no accident with the Gods Son.

No wonder the gods son sit at the entrance of the cave, guarding the entrance day and night.

Yuan Lin's eyes were flashing with fierce light. He wanted to destroy the sword cultivator and let the sword cultivator's soul dissipate. It made the Shenzong lose its greatest support and prevent the Shenzong from gaining a foothold in the 100,000 mountains.

But how can we destroy the body of the sword cultivator? Once this sword cultivator is awakened, Yuan Lin will be the first to become his target of attack, and Yuan Lin will undoubtedly die.

There was really no way, so I had to look at Mr. Qing.

"Old Qing, what should I do now? This sword cultivator is the trump card of the Shenzong. Once the sword cultivator is used, the plan to retaliate against the destruction of the Shenzong can only be stranded. We must never let the Shenzong live a better life. It is impossible to destroy their greatest support. It depends on how the Shenzong gains a foothold in the 100,000 mountains." Yuan Lin asked expectantly.

"No, boy Yuan Lin, destroy it, it's not for his own use." Old Qing said meaningfully.

Well!

"Old Qing, what do you mean?" Yuan Lin didn't understand what Old Qing, meant.

"I have already said that this sword cultivator will be on the verge of chaos and sinks into a deep sleep. No one wakes him up, and he will not be awake. Since the gods can use him to become the biggest reliance of the Divine Sect, you can also use it to be your life-saving trump card." Qing Laoyu said unsurprisingly.

"Can I use him too?" Yuan Lin said in shock.

"If the will is not yet chaotic, no one can do it. The dignity of the sword cultivator is like the butt of a tiger, and no one can touch it. But now it is different. The will is chaotic, and he cannot wake up easily. I thought that the gods might have used him before, and his soul had broken to the limit. Once he woke up, it was when the soul dissipated. He did not dare to wake up. Perhaps he could not wake up. No one woke him up, and he would not wake up. Now he is a dangerous weapon. As long as he did not wake up, he could use him." Old Qing smiled.

Qing Lao's words seemed to have penetrated Yuan Lin's mind.

A sword cultivator, even if he can only use it once, is comparable to a sword cultivator at the peak of the Daochu Realm and the Daojun Realm.

How powerful this is a trump card? With him, when Yuan Lin faces the strong and peerless strong, this will undoubtedly become the basis for Yuan Lin to survive.

A burning golden light burst out from Yuan Lin's eyes, looking at the sword cultivator as if he was watching the naked beauty.

The excitement in my heart is speechless.

What's more joy than life's guarantee?

"Old Qing, what can I do now to avoid awakening the sword cultivator?" Yuan Lin said excitedly.

Qing Lao smiled and said, "Use Qinghua Realm to take this altar into it. During the process of taking it, you will first use a layer of demonic power to wrap the altar, otherwise it will wake him up when the space is transformed."

Yuan Lin nodded, and demonic power gushed out from his dantian, and the vigorous demonic power formed a huge semicircular film, covering the entire altar.

The demonic power poured into the film, and the film gradually became thicker, and black light flowed on it, which was almost the same time.

The Qinghua Realm was suspended above the altar, and green light flowed. A dazzling green light suddenly surged, covering the entire altar and then let out a low sound. The entire altar rose from the ground and disappeared in Yuan Lin's eyes, leaving only a big pit.

Holding the Qinghua Realm in his hand, he felt the monk in the Qinghua Realm, and his face was flushed with excitement.

Finally, I held a life-saving trump card in my hand.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so it is better to retreat quickly. First, I stole all the treasure pavilions, and then I harvested a sword cultivator. This time I gained too much. It was originally a revenge, but now it has turned into a 'robbery'.

However, this is also revenge. As long as it can make the gods heartbroken, it will do whatever you want.

I don’t know how far the battle within the Shenzong was, so I quickly flew towards the Shenzong.

Just as he was about to leave the back mountain, a very fast figure flew over. This person was Shen Huizi.

When Shen Huizi saw Yuan Lin, his eyes widened, as if he was seeing a ghost in the sun, he looked at him in disbelief. He exclaimed, "Monster, you fell into Yinfeng Abyss, but you were not blown away by Yinfeng Abyss, and you actually escaped from Yinfeng Abyss."

"Haha, God Dogzi, I am lucky and have a great life. Even if I fall into Yinfeng Abyss, I will not die. Even if you die, I will not die." Yuan Lin let out a long roar and flew away quickly around Shen Huizi. "Also, I can still predict the future, you will definitely die before me."

"Monster, nonsense, I will destroy you now, where can I go?" Shen Huizi's face turned pale, and he appeared on the golden platform in his hand, and was about to chase Yuan Lin. But suddenly, he stopped again. He remembered the group of sect monks in the Sect Master's Hall, and looked at Yuan Lin's figure with gritted teeth and flew into the back mountain.

Suddenly, I had a bad premonition in my heart. Why did the monster come out of the back mountain?

It's impossible, he's just a elixir demon. He can kill him by entering the formation of the treasure pavilion. How could he know the location of the treasure pavilion?

But is it true? Can a elixir demon come out alive from the Yinfeng Abyss where even the powerful ones in the Daochu Realm can fall?

A kind of uneasiness spread in my heart, and my speed suddenly accelerated. I drilled into the formation very quickly, and the seal in my hand flew, and a road to the treasure pavilion appeared in the vast sea of ​​white fog. Shen Huizi flew over quickly, and no attack appeared, passing the formation very quickly.

When he saw the destroyed formation base in front of the treasure pavilion, his heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes were so nervous that he came to the treasure pavilion and saw that the thick stone door of the treasure pavilion had been broken.

"That monster must have come to the treasure pavilion. Oh no! The treasure in the treasure pavilion"

Uneasy became a fact, Shen Huizi was suddenly anxious, and his uneasiness became more and more intense. He rushed in quickly. The wooden door of the Magic Pavilion was broken on the ground, and there was nothing in the Magic Pavilion, and there was nothing left. In the end, all the martial arts Pavilion skills disappeared. The three treasure pavilions were empty, empty and deserted.

Shen Huizi's chest was filled with blood, and he vomited out, and was angry with Yuan Lin.

Shen Huizi raised his eyebrows and hurriedly looked at the corner of the Earth-level martial arts room, a black cave revealed.

Boom! Shen Huizi's head seemed to be hit hard by someone, and he was a little dizzy and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back. Then he remembered that he quickly entered the cave and stepped into the underground ruins.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw the altar in the middle disappearing, leaving only a big pit.

Puff!

Shen Huizi spitted two mouthfuls of blood, sat on the ground, and shouted to the sky, "Mystery, I want to suck your tendons, drink your skin, and rub your soul."

With a series of blows, Shen Huizi's spirit was destroyed. The last sword cultivator disappeared, and the sect leader and the cultivators of the Divine Sect had no hope of life. A strong murderous intent could not be curbed, and hatred was filled with the whole chest. Blood appeared in his eyes and his face became ferocious.

Shen Huizi hated Yuan Lin to death. His only idea now was to kill Yuan Lin.

The spiritual power of his body burst out, rushed out of the passage, shaking the entire passage. He flew out of the treasure pavilion very quickly and flew towards the direction where Yuan Lin disappeared. (Please subscribe, please vote for monthly tickets!) ()
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