Beyond the Divine States Chapter 432: : Fairy Tiger Dog

Before the age of sixteen, Ke Wenzhou would always sit in the promenade of the courtyard, holding a sword, watching the rain hit the banana leaves, and sometimes he could be in a trance all day.

His brothers and sisters practiced swords in the courtyard, and the teacher's father walked through them, occasionally correcting their muscles and bones, pointing swordsmanship for them, the teacher's father is very expert, he walks with little steps, but always Give people a majestic momentum.

Ke Wenzhou looked at them quietly like this, without saying a word, most people would forget this young man, the banana leaves dripping with rain in front of the court were more eye-catching than him.

The sound of rain lingered, and the painted pillars were covered with paper charms. When the copper bell rang, the disciples left the scene one after another.

They passed by Ke Wenzhou and occasionally looked at him, and those eyes were only because he was born handsome.

Ke Wenzhou came to the sword hall to learn swords when he was four years old. When he came, he was holding his family heirloom sword. I thought this would be a genius boy in your family.

But ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, his swordsmanship has not progressed, nor has he entered the path of practice.

No matter how good the skin of a waste person who can't cultivate, it won't be taken seriously in a place where the ascendant is like a cloud.

"If you can't enter the Xuan anymore at the age of sixteen, I will have to send you out of the teacher's door." The teacher's father walked to his side and patted him on the shoulder.

Raindrops broke on the banana leaves.

Ke Wenzhou turned around, he nodded and said hello.

The old man shook his head, seeming to see through his desire to maintain the dignity of your son, sighed and left.

Ke Wenzhou is still sitting there, lush leaves covering him.

The disciples occasionally communicated when passing by. They knew Ke Wenzhou's life experience.

Ke Wenzhou came from a declining sword repairing family. The family was originally famous, but several internal fights consumed the family severely, and Ke Wenzhou’s parents were the losers in this internal fight. Before he died, he handed the family sword to him, so that he must live well.

Ke Wenzhou was vague about that memory. He only remembered that it was the first time his mother touched his head.

There is a protruding bone in the back of his head. It is a bone reversal and is considered an ominous omen.

After his mother's death, his father tried his best to save him, and tried his best to send him out of the house, and delivered him to a very ordinary sword hall in Middle-earth, so as not to be cut and rooted.

This teacher's father was his father's friend in trouble many years ago.

Ke Wenzhou has rarely spoken since then. An eventful disciple would often make him happy. He came up and asked him what he did sitting stupidly all day long. He said he was raising a sword.

Raising a sword...

The man sneered when he heard that, saying that you are weak and sick and cough all the time, so what kind of sword should you keep your body?

Ke Wenzhou did not answer.

Another two years in a blink of an eye.

That year, all disciples will be tested on the realm. The top ten disciples will be sent to a better sect for training, and the disciples who have insufficient realm will be expelled from the sect.

Everyone has great expectations about going to a stronger sect for further study, because this year, the battle of the Central-Earth Central Committee has started. If you want to survive this troubled time, only the stronger realm.

During the sixteen-year-old realm test, there was turmoil in the sword hall.

At that time, most of the disciples had been tested, and the top ten had almost been finalized. He stood with a few of the worst disciples, and the disciples around him were waiting listlessly for the final ‘trial’.

And the disciple who often came to laugh at him, unfortunately won the eleventh place. He was only one step away from his dream, and his depression was indescribable.

When it was Ke Wenzhou’s turn to test, there was a loud noise outside. In a sudden burst of light and sword, a disciple fell in a pool of blood. Then, many people in black appeared in front of them. The outfit looks like a killer.

Ke Wenzhou quickly guessed that they were here to kill himself.

He knows that the family has always believed in the principle of cutting grass and roots. Now, I don't know which uncle betrayed his father and finally let them find it here.

Everyone looked at the killer nervously.

The teacher stopped in front of him and drew his sword.

The killer didn't even look at him, only let them surrender Ke Wenzhou, leaving a way to survive.

At that time, he was not called by this name, and his father asked him to change his name before sending him away.

The teacher's father was puzzled, everyone panicked, and when the killer was about to kill another person, Ke Wenzhou, who was standing in front of the test bench, suddenly pressed his hand on the sword monument in front of him.

The sword stele is used to test the talent and realm. When the sword stele is touched, it will generate induction, glow and heat, or buzz, so as to announce the realm of the monk.

At this moment, Ke Wenzhou is clearly standing on the high platform, but everyone is used to ignoring him and no one pays attention.

Until there was a loud explosion.

Everyone looked up in hindsight and saw the black-clothed boy covering the sword stele. The sword stele fell apart and exploded after emitting a dazzling white light.

The young man looked at them and said, "I am Ke Wenzhou."

The assassin who took the lead saw the back bone on the back of his head, and immediately reacted and rushed towards him.

The sword stele stand is jaggedly covered with sword light.

The camellia and banana leaves under the courtyard were chopped to pieces. In the spring, the redness and the greenness disappeared.

Next, the corpses of the killers fell from above and hit the ground.

"Who betrayed his father?"

Ke Wenzhou looked at the last killer and asked.

The killer opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, but blood kept pouring out.

Ke Wenzhou shook his head and threw him to the ground.

Everyone looked at him in horror.

The teacher's father looked at him from a distance, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if seeing the devil, "You... are you really his son? How can a person like him give birth to a son like you..."

Ke Wenzhou bowed to the teacher and said: "Master is shocked."

It took a long time for the teacher to slow down and said: "I am so dim-eyed, I have looked down upon you for so many years."

Ke Wenzhou said: "My mother said something to me before she died."

"What?" the teacher asked.

"She said, the gentleman is hiding in the weapon." Ke Wenzhou held the aura of the ancient sword in his hand, and said: "Then she gave the sword to me. This is the first lesson my mother taught me. Before he sent me away, my father said that the beasts in the cage cannot show their minions before they grow up. This is the first lesson my father taught me."

The teacher looked at the ancient sword, was silent for a long time, finally nodded, and said: "So you really are raising a sword... You have learned these two lessons very well. Lao Ke Ruo saw this You must be pleased to come."

"Maybe."

Ke Wenzhou looked slightly in a trance, he looked at the disciple who had fallen in a pool of blood, and bowed deeply.

Although he did not kill himself, he died because of himself.

The disciples in the rear were completely shocked. They couldn't imagine that this young man who had been ignored by them had the talent and realm that could crush them.

Especially the disciple who laughed at him often.

He trembled in horror, and didn't dare to move, for fear that the other party would notice him and provoke revenge.

But Ke Wenzhou didn't even look at him.

The disciple returned to his senses and found that the one who fell in a pool of blood happened to be one of the top ten disciples, and he was the eleventh...that is to say...

But he soon became sober. Ke Wenzhou's current performance overwhelmed everyone, even if one died, he was still the eleventh.

In the front, the teacher's father is also arranging for him to practice in the back.

"After that, I went to a better sect. I must practice harder and try to avenge your parents one day." The teacher said, and handed him a wooden sign for killing the sword tower.

The yards of their sword halls are all affiliated to the famous killing sword building of the local sect.

Under all eyes, Ke Wenzhou rejected the wooden sign.

"Zongmen practice is too slow, not suitable for me, besides...someone should come to kill me afterwards, I don't want to hurt anyone." Ke Wenzhou said so, and then pushed open the courtyard.

The rain fell and the courtyard was full of blood.

The eleven disciples were dumbfounded, and it took a long time to realize that the great blessing hit him.

Ke Wenzhou said farewell.

On the eve of his departure, the teacher came to his room and gave him a few secret books of swordsmanship.

"These are all given to me by your father. He said that when you enter the Xuan, they will be handed over to you. You may not be able to see them now, but... after all, it is yours." Teacher father handed the package to he.

Ke Wenzhou said: "Thank you, Master."

The teacher looked at his face, thought of his old friend, sighed, and said: "Your father has entrusted you to me, but in the past ten years, I have not been able to teach you anything."

Ke Wenzhou said: "If you can give me a place to live for more than ten years, the disciples have no repayment."

The teacher nodded, and stuffed the bag with the secret book into his arms.

Next, Ke Wenzhou's painful grunt sounded.

He lowered his head in astonishment, looked at the blood on his chest, and instantly understood: "So it's you! You betrayed your father!"

The teacher father sighed: "Even if I don't betray him, they will soon find him. I... don't want to die. I haven't been able to teach you anything these years. This is the first lesson I taught you for my teacher."

Ke Wenzhou clung to the edge of the sword stubbornly, but his body was stabbed, and he couldn't use any strength in the convulsive pain.

It was rainstorm outside. It was a night of lightning and thunder.

A blockbuster, forbearing for many years, the young man finally had no rivals in conspiracy, and was about to die on this rainy night.

Ke Wenzhou's palm was full of blood. He watched the sword cut through the skin little by little and pierced it in.

If there is life on the tip of the sword, maybe you can hear the whine of the beating heart right now... Ke Wenzhou thought in a daze.

Suddenly, he recovered from the severe pain and yelled: "Kill him!"

"Don't hide! You saw him kill, he won't let you go! If you want to survive, you kill this old thing if you think about it!"

The door opened suddenly sounded, the teacher did not react, he turned his head subconsciously, and then snorted miserably.

Thunder and lightning illuminate the house in an instant.

In the white light, the teacher's father vaguely saw a pale and frightened face.

This is his disciple...what's his name... The teacher's father couldn't ring for a while, just remember that in today's test, he seemed to be the eleventh.

At this moment, Ke Wenzhou drew the sword that pierced his chest, sent his backhand to the throat of the teacher's father, and pushed him to the ground. The teacher's father made no sound, and his neck was cut open. , After a violent tremor of his limbs, his eyes became stiff and cold.

Then the sound of the blade falling.

The disciple who stabbed the teacher's father with his back plopped and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down from fright.

"I...I'm here to find you...I didn't want to kill...I..."

He looked at his blood-stained hand, looked at the dead master, and after the impulse in his mind was flooded, there was a sense of fear from within.

He came to Ke Wenzhou. He hesitated for a long time before coming. He wanted to apologize and thank him. He didn’t know if his apology and gratitude were false, but he felt he should do it. ...So he accidentally witnessed this scene where the master and the disciple killed each other.

He wanted to leave quietly, but Ke Wenzhou found him and drank him.

In the intense tension, Ke Wenzhou's words occupied his skull. He believed his words, believing that Master would kill Ke Wenzhou afterwards, killing him who discovered the truth.

Fear and impulse prompted him to rush in, killing his master with a sword.

He knelt on the ground, looking at Ke Wenzhou, and then trembled after a long time: "Now...what should I do?"

Ke Wenzhou clutched his chest and said: "You follow me, you saved my life, and I won't let you die."

So they just left the sword hall on this rainy night.

He thought that Ke Wenzhou would find a place where there was no one, and kill him too, and immediately trembled and apologized: "I...I used to..."

"Don't talk, be careful to wake up others." Ke Wenzhou said: "I didn't care about the past, I don't even know your name."

The disciple said: "My name is Yun Yi..."

Yun Yi, the name is not complicated, but Ke Wenzhou still likes to call him eleven afterwards.

He was the eleven in the courtyard.

They just became friends somehow.

For the following year, they have been traveling in Middle-Earth.

During this year, many people wanted to kill Ke Wenzhou, and the one that killed him the most was a well-known killer organization that killed the royal court.

But the people who came to kill him ultimately failed.

Finally, a year later, a well-known assassin who killed the king court also took over the task of killing him. The assassin was not ashamed of his reputation, and finally escorted Ke Wenzhou back to the king court and met with the king's court. The king of killers.

After learning the news, the head of the Ke family was ecstatic, and the head of the family came to kill the royal court overnight with the promised heavy money.

The patriarch saw the killer king.

He delivered half of the gold and silver and asked: "Where is Ke Wenzhou?"

The killer king took off his hat, revealing the dazzling and rebellious piece behind his head: "Uncle, long time no see."

The sword pierced the heart of a loved one.

Yun Yi walked from the side and shook his head slightly: "No one will trouble us anymore, right?"

The well-known assassin came to assassinate Ke Wenzhou and was killed by Ke Wenzhou and him. Then Yun Yi pretended to be an assassin, escorted Ke Wenzhou to see the master of the Killing King Court, and slashed him together in the palace. Kill, replace it.

This is incredible, but it is not difficult for Ke Wenzhou.

He is a true genius, and some people even say that his future achievements will surpass Qiu Ziguan and Li He.

"Well, I have killed too many people this year, I am tired. We should say goodbye to the past." Ke Wenzhou said.

Yun Yi thought about the dreamy experience of the year, and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect me to become friends with you."

Ke Wenzhou said: "The fate is unpredictable, maybe so, anyway...thank you."

Yun Yi said: "Thank you, your realm is far beyond me. In this year, the number of people I killed has not been as many as yours. I am afraid I can't help you anymore, huh, for me. Used waste, you won’t kill people, do you?"

Ke Wenzhou smiled and said: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to kill the Lord of the Royal Court that day. Even the slightest help is related to life and death."

Yun Yi asked: "Then what do you want to do next?"

Ke Wenzhou said: "I want to find a real master teacher, I want to go to the apex of Tao, I want to...become the best sword in the world."

Yun Yi looked at him and thought he could do it one day.

It's been ten years since Ke Wenzhou found the famous teacher in his heart.

In the past ten years, they have still traveled the world together, visited Xianzong, challenged the masters, and practiced secrets.

However, due to limited talent, Yun Yi can only reach the peak of longevity even with the help of Ke Wenzhou.

"The longevity of two hundred years is still too short. If you see the scenery of the road afterwards, remember to tell me."

This is what Yun Yi said to him ten years later.

That day, the saint finally agreed to accept him as a disciple. He wanted to bring Yunyi into the door with him, but Yunyi's aptitude was far worse than the talents of the saints, and it was not only bad for him to get started. The rules are not helpful to him.

Yun Yi is also very acquainted and farewell with him.

"Well, I will come to you when I finish my studies. These years...thank you." Ke Wenzhou said seriously.

Yun Yi smiled and said: "No one will drag you down in the future, and your realm will grow even higher in the future."

"Don't say such things." Ke Wenzhou said: "A Dapeng Master told me that there is a mysterious technique called the external body, which can make people more than twice as powerful...Before that , You are my outside body."

When Ke Wenzhou finished saying this, he felt that he was not quite right. He was his friend, not his own weapon. He wanted to explain something, but Yun Yi said, "I'm very honored."

Ke Wenzhou was speechless.

This pair of friends who have been close to each other for many years drank wine all night, and then bid farewell temporarily to meet again after many years.

Ke Wenzhou worshipped into the sage.

That was the time when he was most concerned about it.

In the past, he rarely encountered opponents, but at this moment, he realized that his vision was too shallow. Almost everyone he met here could crush him to death with a finger.

On the first day of enrollment, he and all his disciples were told one thing: Don’t ascend.

He didn't understand what he meant, but the ascension was far away after all, and he didn't pay much attention to it, just sullen his head to practice.

He rarely sees a saint. The person responsible for teaching him is the Golden Winged Roc. The Golden-winged Roc is very famous. It is said to be one of the demon saints of the demon race. He once swallowed the Buddha, the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword. It is ruining the world.

Ke Wenzhou once asked: "I was born with a bone, which is an ominous omen, why did the saint accept me as a disciple?"

The Golden Wing Roc touched him and made trouble and said: "Who have you betrayed in these years?"

Ke Wenzhou said: "I betrayed my master, my family."

The Golden Wing Roc said: "That's a betrayal of sin. If you don't betray sin, how can you know the light and the good?"

Ke Wenzhou nodded as if he did not understand.

"Uncle Shi, this battle of Middle-earth...what is it for?" Ke Wenzhou asked.

"You are still young and your realm is still shallow, so you don't need to know this." Golden Wing Roc answered.

After that, his realm got higher and higher, and he knew more and more.

Many years later, under the leadership of the Golden Wing Roc, he saw a scene from the fairy palace that he will never forget.

It's a pile of bones like a rice field...

That is the end of the Ascended.

On this day, Ke Wenzhou finally understood that they were always kept in a vast cage, unable to break free. People who yearn for freedom were cut off their flesh and blood and turned into bones, in the legendary state of freedom. Xian Tingli weathered miserably.

This is the fate of monks.

"We are the one who breaks fate." The golden-winged roc standing in the sun, with golden light on its wings, said.

Ke Wenzhou was in a daze for a long time.

The Golden Wing Roc continued: "Your talent is very high. It is beyond my initial imagination. However, in history, many geniuses like you did not end well, but I believe that you can always do something. It’s different. I’m afraid I won’t be able to teach you anything after a few decades."

Ke Wenzhou shook his head and said: "Why, I can't even pick up a Yanghuang Cangyu sword from Master Shu... Besides, I still have a lot of things to learn."

The Golden Winged Roc asked: "The saints have a myriad of stunts, there are laws of heaven and earth, great grades of heaven and immortals, and the transformation of heaven and earth. I wonder which one do you want to learn?"

Ke Wenzhou lowered his head, and Yun Yi's face appeared in his mind. They will still meet these years, but the frequency of meeting is getting lower and lower. He subconsciously said: "I want to learn from the body!"

After that, the Golden Winged Dapeng really taught him his body.

It has been decades since he started.

On the day he learned to become an outer body, he was ecstatic, and went out with his sword overnight, wanting to find his best friends many years ago.

He wanted to tell him that from now on, his body can stay in the sage to practice, and his body can accompany him to travel around the world.

Yun Yi died on this day.

The root of his disease was left many years ago. It was a crazy ancient **** who hurt him. If Ke Wenzhou hadn't rushed to save him in time, Yun Yi would have died.

It's just that he worked hard to carry on his life, and finally he was overwhelmed by his illness.

When Ke Wenzhou arrived, Yun Yi was already dead.

What Yun Yi said before he died, he vaguely heard:

"Can you be the number one sword in the world, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then you...kill them all."

Ke Wenzhou once described the scene of the fairy court to him. At that time, he didn't know that the existence above the kingdom of God was called the Dark Lord. They only knew that something was surrounding it, imprisoning all souls.

"Good." Ke Wenzhou agreed.

He didn't dare to say too much, for fear that the other party would not have time to listen.

Yun Yi's mind tilted, and his hand slipped down.

The stormy night of that year seemed to be still yesterday, and in a blink of an eye, the deceased will be farewell.

……

Ke Wenzhou returned to the door of the saint, he shut himself in the room, and was silent for many days alone.

It seems to be the arrangement of fate again.

When he left the room, he accidentally saw a terrible scene.

He saw four disciples gathered in the courtyard, under the lush banana leaves, discussing something.

In front of them, there is a monument, which is the sky monument.

"You are going to ascend?!"

Ke Wenzhou reacted and asked immediately.

The four disciples were surprised at his appearance, but quickly calmed down.

"Well, we are leaving now." One of them replied.

"Why?" Ke Wenzhou was puzzled: "The saint told us long ago, don't ascend, don't ascend! You have not seen the scene above the fairy palace!"

"But we are going to lose... this war is impossible to win. Instead of waiting for death in the world, it is better to fly to Qingxiao and take a look." Another person said: "Maybe, it's a scam not to fly. What?"

Ke Wenzhou's pupils shrank suddenly: "You don't believe in saints? Brother, you...we have killed many ancient gods over the years, we can win!"

"You can't win, you can't win...You haven't boarded the real Tianzhu, and you haven't seen the horror in the front. That is an invincible enemy!" Someone trembled.

The last disciple also echoed: "I, I don't believe in saints, I don't believe in myself."

"Maybe... Maybe there is a way to survive ascendant?"

"This monument was made by me exhausting half of my life. I went to many places in the world and verified its accuracy. It can't be wrong... Or, I want to know before I die. , Is it wrong in the end!"

"Well, I also want to know, I have had enough of fighting, I want to go outside to see, you can see the stars outside, why can't you touch it?"

"You..." Ke Wenzhou was speechless, not knowing how to persuade him.

Finally, these four seniors soared together.

The courtyard was empty. He stood alone, surrounded by emerald banana leaves.

After a long time, a rain of blood fell in the sky.

The rain beats plantain.

Ke Wenzhou felt unprecedented loneliness and despair.

He really wants to see the saint, wants to express the emotions in his heart, wants to understand the truth of the world, wants to know whether the existence above the kingdom of God is invincible!

He wanted to lift his sword up the mountain and die on Kunlun.

All thoughts entangled in my mind.

When his eyes were red and there were signs of intoxication, a clear voice suddenly sounded:

"Don't look, your brothers are all dead."

It was the voice of a woman.

"Who?!"

Ke Wenzhou turned around abruptly. He was already at the top of the five realms at the moment, but he didn't notice anyone coming.

Under the steps of the courtyard stood a graceful and unspeakable woman. The woman was wearing a phoenix dress with her hands dignifiedly folded in front of her, unable to see her face clearly.

"My name is Zhu." The woman said: "You are the person chosen by the saint. I will teach you something. You must keep it in your heart and never forget it."

In the courtyard, under the banana leaves sprinkled with blood, a woman who claimed to be Zhu taught him the first and last lesson: putting thinking in a box.

The woman made a demonstration with a stack of wooden boxes.

A simple wooden box, after making multiple layers of concealment, actually deceived his consciousness.

Ke Wenzhou felt a little weird.

"This is all I taught you." said the woman surnamed Zhu.

Ke Wenzhou asked: "What's the point of this?"

The woman said: "You may lose in this war, but it will not end there. You are the chosen person by the saint, so you must survive. After five hundred years, you will live to the fire of hope again. Ignite, in these five hundred years, you...have to hide yourself."

"Hide yourself?"

Ke Wenzhou couldn't help but recalled his experience from the age of four to sixteen.

He asked: "Hide yourself in a box?"

"Hmm." The woman said: "Hide your loyalty to the saint, your responsibility to the human race, and the unrepentant heart of the nine deaths."

"After hiding it?" Ke Wenzhou asked: "What will I become after that?"

The woman said: "The devil who asks the question ruthlessly."

Ke Wenzhou showed a look of fear, "In that case, I will kill a lot of people in the future? Kill a lot of good people..."

The woman said: "Yes."

Ke Wenzhou immediately shook his head: "Then I might as well die on Kunlun!"

The woman looked at him one last time and said: "In this world, there are countless people who have died, and there are also many people who are dying. There will be countless people who will die in the future...You will definitely die too, but Your death now makes no sense to this doomed war."

"Why is it doomed to fail?"

"Because we made a mistake, the enemy is stronger than we thought."

The reason was so simple, but it was overwhelming Ke Wenzhou's breath.

More powerful than a saint... even more powerful than all of them combined... Then what can he do even if he is not dead now?

The shadow of the woman walking into the courtyard is that her body is getting lighter and lighter. She said: "There is such a thing in the theater group. The humans and demons before death were all immortals and tigers. When the play was finished, the stage collapsed..."

"I understand." Ke Wenzhou raised his head, his eyes red, and interrupted: "I'm here to play a dog!"

……

Before the woman in the phoenix skirt disappeared, she told him that time is running out. He must make all preparations before the end of the war. Otherwise, the existence of the kingdom of God will have time to look elsewhere when the war is over. , Everything he has done will come to nothing.

From this day on, he started looking for that box.

He has a way to cut off his emotions and some thoughts, but he can't find a suitable box.

Until one day, he walked out of the room and looked at the earth from a tall building. At that moment, he suddenly understood that the Middle-earth was not the biggest box?

He can bury his consciousness in the ground, and then leave a clue for his future self to unwittingly find it.

But if this is the case alone, if the consciousness is discovered unintentionally, it will definitely lead to suspicion...

Besides the box, something else is needed as a cover.

He returned to the room, opened an ancient book casually, and saw the line on it:

"The candle dragon hit the sky and died, the flames disappeared, fell into the dust, and its bones were buried in the earth, without a specific trace, or hidden in the sea waters of Beiming and Nanming, or hidden in the skeletal tower. The ruins, some people say, the dragon died in the homeland, so it should be in the residence of Yunguo and Guhuang..."

Ke Wenzhou looked at this line of words, his pupils were hot.

Candle Dragon...

Then use the myth of the candle dragon as a cover.

Even if someone finds out, they will only think that this is the consciousness left by the candle dragon **** before his death, and he is eager for someone to revive this great existence.

In the midst of it, someone seems to be helping him.

In the underground of Gu Huang, he actually found the corpse of the Candle Dragon. The corpse was completely dead, and it was just a corpse.

Here, he cut off his last thoughts, cut off his longing for his old friend and the back bones behind his head, and buried them together in the deepest place under Gu Huang. At that time, he also found the earth's crust. There is a huge amount of spiritual energy hidden underneath, but there is no time to investigate the root cause.

It doesn't make sense to cut off the bone, but it's a part of the body, and he hopes it can guide himself.

Five hundred years ago, in the quiet underground of Gu Huang, the young man with his head full of blood buried his own thoughts deeply in the soil. He packed his thoughts into the box.

Finally, he wanted to see the saint again, but the saint was still in the sky and he couldn't see it.

When he left Gu Huang, his consciousness was blurred.

He crawled out, crawled out like a dog, he just remembered that he was going to be a dog.

In the same year, this vigorous battle ended.

After experiencing a period of confusion after the disappearance of consciousness, he betrayed the withered door of the saint.

……

"Ke Wenzhou, do you know what you are doing?!" It seemed like the voice of the Golden Wing Roc.

"I can't kill you today, but one day, I will personally interrupt your sword and your head!" It was like a lion roar.

"The saint really misunderstood you!"

"You have a wicked obstacle!"

"If you do this, are you worthy of Yun Yi?! Didn't you say that you are going to be the best sword in the world?"

"..."

"Yunyi?" Ke Wenzhou shook his head lightly, and asked himself: "Who... is he?"

The number one sword in the world... shall I be the number one sword in the world...

He walked out with a sword and never looked back.

……

The complete memory of all this was obtained by him as a teenager at the bottom of Gu Huang.

At that time, he was almost completely occupied by the Dark Lord.

Ning Changjiu's combined force with Liu Xiwan's mortal sword made him escape from the control of the Dark Lord.

Then he was shot with an arrow to the bottom of the candle dragon's bones.

All this seems to follow destiny, follow a coincidence in the dark.

This is his body, his body is still outside, waiting for an opportunity to move.

He remembered...

Pack your thinking in a box.

The outer body is his last layer of boxes!

Their thoughts were cut off, and Ke Wenzhou, who was an external body, finally obtained the recognition of the Dark Lord through repeated killings, and the power of the Dark Lord was poured down.

The outer body does not exist independently, he must share power with the body.

The outside body didn't feel the killing intent from behind before dying.

People can **** the knife from behind, but will not go to **** themselves.

It was himself who killed him!

The young Ke Wenzhou stood in the void above Gu Huang, thinking about the prosperous years of rain and wind.

The dark master above the kingdom of God has obviously not responded yet, and is still continuously inputting power.

"Am I...the number one sword in the world?" The young Ke Wenzhou asked, looking at the young man in white.

"Yes." Ning Changjiu said firmly.

"That's good." Ke Wenzhou smiled relievedly.

He knows that after he finishes the last thing today, he will undoubtedly die.

At a moment of thought, the sword card behind him suddenly flew out.

"This is handed over to you." Ke Wenzhou looked at Ning Changjiu and seriously exhorted: "From now on, you will be the next master of the sword pavilion. Take care of them for me... take care of them."