Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 151: The Sword Emperor of Broken Soul

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It's very quiet around. This is a courtyard. In the courtyard, a small pavilion stands beside the pond. In the pond, there are small fishes wandering!

"Master, where is this place?"

Looking at the unfamiliar scene, whispered and couldn't help asking.

"Mo Garden!"

Mo Wentian said lightly.

On the small courtyard, two faintly printed on it, these two characters carry a scent of ink, but also a scent of...

The meaning of Xiao killing!

"Science and Sword Array!"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian's face suddenly changed.

"How could the scholarly sword array appear here!"

Mo Wentian took a deep breath, and then turned his head to take a look. Mo Wentian's face changed drastically, and he saw in this small courtyard, at some point, countless Mo Ju suddenly opened up.

A faint scent of ink filled the courtyard.

"Master, it smells good..."

Quietly, his eyes are full of joy.

"Don't move anything, hold your breath!"

Mo Wentian's cold voice came. The next moment, a faint sword aura flashed from Mo Wentian's chest.

"Swipe..."

Among Moxiang, who would pay attention to this sword aura.

Sword Qi passed, Mo Wentian was cut through a hole in his chest, and blood leaked out.

"So strong sword spirit!"

Mo Wentian took a breath. His physique is already a supreme gold body. Now Mo Wentian, even the sword king's sword can hardly hurt Mo Wentian.

This sword spirit, but...

"Quit!"

Seems to have discovered something, Mo Wentian suddenly hugs his arms and whispers, and quickly disappears.

"Puff......"

Three sword auras fell on the place where Mo Wentian disappeared. The sword aura fell on the ground and disappeared directly. Where the sword aura passed by, all Mo Ju, withered!

"Who left the Sword Emperor Palace? How could there be a scholarly sword formation here..."

The figure of Mo Wentian appeared in the corner of the small courtyard. In the corner, there were a few lazy Mo Ju, but with the emergence of Mo Wentian, each Mo Ju was born out of thin air and quickly opened!

"Master, what is going on?"

Mo Qingyu asked palely.

"This is a sword formation!"

Mo Wentian gave a low drink, then his figure flashed and disappeared again.

"Go to the middle pavilion!"

It seems that something has been discovered. Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly lit up. In the small courtyard, Mo Ju appeared in all places, only in the small pavilion...

No Mo Ju appeared.

"Go!"

With a cold drink, Mo Wen Tian Shen Fa unfolded and rushed directly towards the pavilion.

"Swipe..."

It seems to have sensed Mo Wentian's movements, with more than a dozen sword auras, killing Mo Wentian like lightning.

"Oops..."

Mo Wentian's complexion changed drastically in an instant, with such a dense sword energy, even if he had a good physical condition, it would be difficult...

"Fireball!"

But the next moment, when Mo Wentian was about to retreat, he whispered in his arms and suddenly screamed, only to see fireballs, directly hitting Jianqi!

"Boom..."

The sword energy fell on the fireball and dissipated directly.

"What swordsmanship is this?"

Mo Wentian stayed for a while, even the dozens of sword qi that had been killed around him, Mo Wentian forgot!

"Fireball..."

Whisper saw that his fireball technique worked, and hit a few fireballs again. The fireball hit the sword qi, and the sword qi dissipated directly, but the fireball of whisper fell in the yard.

"Buzzing..."

These fireballs, even Mo Ju started to burn.

"This Mo Ju is transformed by the intent of the sword, can it also burn?"

Mo Wentian was stunned for a while, whispering in his arms, a smiling face was excited.

"Go to the pavilion!"

Mo Wentian finally came back to his senses, put his arms around softly, and entered the pavilion.

In the pavilion is a desk.

On the desk, there are pens and inks. The ink-colored pens don’t look like pens, but more like...

A sword!

"Pen sword..."

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with cold light, a finger sword fell, and the pen sword on the desk broke directly!

"Buzzing..."

In the small courtyard, it returned to normal again, Mo Ju disappeared, only a few small fireballs were still burning in the courtyard!

"Qingyu, where did you learn your little fireball?"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian suddenly asked Mo Qingyu.

"Fireball?"

Mo Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, then whispered: "We don't know where we learned Qingyu, Qingyu has already been in her mind..."

"There has been..."

"Is it an inheritance memory!"

Mo Wentian's brows furrowed deeply. Last time he discovered that there are some special memories in Qingyu. Now, in conjunction with this fireball technique, is it possible that Qingyu...

Really have inherited memories!

"What else can you do besides fireball?"

Mo Wentian looked at the whisper and suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"What else?"

Whispering slightly furrowed his eyebrows, and then said with excitement: "Whispering can also fire dragon skills!"

"Fire Dragon, come out!"

"Roar..."

An angry roar came, and Mo Wentian only felt an extremely hot breath coming, and he saw a wild fire dragon appearing in front of Mo Wentian...

"This is..."

"Qingyu's Eight Desolate Sword Intent!"

Mo Wentian was stunned for a while, Bahuang sword intent, that is the sword intent understood by the Sword Emperor, Bahuang, respectively Fenghuoyunlei, Jinmubingyan.

Eight types of wasteland, strong and weak, of which thunder, fire, gold, and ice have the strongest attack power.

"Why, if this fire dragon is not dangerous, don't call it out, know?"

As if thinking of something, Mo Wentian suddenly said softly.

"Yes, master!"

Qingyu quickly took the fire dragon back.

"Four-like beasts, eight-horse wasteland, others comprehend a four-xiang sword intent, and then comprehend another eight-horse sword intent to become the sword king, but I..."

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed.

The sword master of Qinglong Jianyi understands the fire attribute wasteland, that is the Fire Dragon Sword Emperor, and understands the ice attribute, that is the Ice Dragon Sword Emperor, understands the cloud attribute, that is the Cloud Dragon Sword Emperor...

Don't comprehend the Four Elephants. If you comprehend the wasteland, wouldn't it be...

"Master, there is text!"

At this moment, the voice of Qingyu came again, and Mo Wentian's figure flashed and appeared beside Qingyu.

A small boundary monument appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Shuxiangyuan!"

The four faint words appeared on the boundary monument. The next moment, the scene in front of Mo Wentian and the others changed again. The two figures appeared in a hall.

"Soul-broken sword, human soul-broken..."

In the main hall, there are faint voices, drifting in the wind, those mysterious voices, as if even the soul will be taken away...

"Soul Broken Sword..."

In the main hall, Mo Wentian suddenly opened his eyes and saw a sculpture in the middle of the void. On top of the sculpture, four words were faintly written, Broken Soul Sword Emperor!

"It's the Soulbreaker Sword Emperor of the Western Regions..."

Mo Wentian exclaimed, scholarly sword formation, soul-broken sword emperor, what is still hidden in this sword emperor palace...

"Boy, do you want the Sword Emperor Order?"

At this moment, a dry voice suddenly came, and Mo Wentian turned his head, and saw a withered body in the corner sitting there quietly!

"Who are you?"

When Mo Wentian saw this person, he took a step back and asked.

"Hahahaha...Who am I, for eight thousand years, who am I, why am I here, who will tell me why I am here..."

The withered body suddenly stood up, with wanton voices, crazy.

"Young Master..."

The whisper was so scared that he quickly hid behind Mo Wentian.

"My name is Qingmoshan. I am a disciple of the Broken Soul Sect. All of them are dead. My people in the Broken Soul Sect are all dead. Why am I still alive..."

The figure was suddenly very confused.

Immediately seemed to remember something, this person suddenly looked at Mo Wentian and said: "Boy, you want the Sword Emperor, right?"

"Sword Emperor Order..."

Mo Wentian looked at the old man, his eyes flashed crazily.

The Broken Soul Sect?

The Broken Soul Sect ten thousand years ago!

Ten thousand years ago, Broken Soul Sect was the first sect in the Northern Territory. Its sovereign, Broken Soul Sword Emperor, had a sword and a piano.

The sound of the piano, the sword robs the soul! But now...