Qin Ming's consciousness sank into the Dantian Qi sea, trying to awaken the Shura Sword.
But after trying many methods, the Shura Knife was suspended there quietly without any response.
"How much do you know about Shura Knife?" Qin Ming tried to communicate with Remnant Soul again.
"You don't want to know who your old man is first?" Canhun responded leisurely without keeping Qin Ming waiting.
"You will know when it's time to know." Qin Ming was of course curious about the old man's identity, but there was no need to find out from Can Hun.
"The Shura Knife is his symbol and has accompanied him on the bloody road he walked in the first half of his life."
"I don't care who he is, and I don't care what he has done. I just think of him as the person who has been with me for eight years. Don't you want to help me? Let go of the ancient country in advance. Now I just want to wake up the Shura Sword. .”
"Your current strength cannot awaken the Shura Sword, let alone cultivate the Shura Sword."
"No way?"
Remnant Soul was silent for a while: "Everything has a solution, it just depends on whether you can bear the price behind it."
"Let's talk and listen first."
"How much pain can you take?"
"As long as you can't die."
"Is life worse than death?"
"I have endured more suffering in the past eight years than you can imagine. I only want the results and don't care about the process."
Qin Ming really doesn't care about pain. His relatives are suffering, and the 200,000 people in the ancient city are suffering. If he really has a chance to save him, he will do it at any cost!
The sect master's words often rang in his ears, showing him qualifications that impressed him and giving him a reason to be relieved of his servants.
"Okay! I'm a bit manly. I can help you activate the Shura Knife, but if you want to control its power, how much you can control depends on your own tolerance."
Qin Ming was ready: "Come on!!"
"Feel the power of the Shura Sword. It once caused blood to flow from the heaven and the earth, and thousands of heroes surrendered." The remaining soul whispered, with a kind of piety of pilgrimage in its whisper.
Qin Ming frowned and was on full alert.
Above the Dantian Qi sea, the silent eyes suddenly opened, and a majestic soul power filled the air.
Clang! ! The Shura knife buzzed violently. It was not the previous vibration, not the black air that filled the air before, but a vibrating sound that was so intense that it penetrated gold and cracked stone. It was crisp and strong, arousing the Qi sea in Dantian and Qin Ming's whole body.
Qin Ming's eardrums instantly lost hearing, and his consciousness was shaken into a daze. The inside of his dantian was shaking like a river, and the powerful spiritual energy surged into the sky, wildly pouring out of his dantian and rushing towards the whole body.
Qin Ming's whole body was numb, blood oozed from his seven orifices, and he let out a scream as shrill as a ghost. "Wow… "
The Shura Knife is like a black heart, beating violently above the sea of air. Bang bang bang. Every time it beats, terrifying black energy will explode. It is like an endless torrent crowding the Dantian and rushing towards Qin Ming's whole body. He rushes forward and after another, like It's an out-of-control black torrent.
Torrential black mist surged throughout the body, filling the flesh and bones, stimulating the meridians, like countless black knives piercing the whole body, cutting back and forth, making people miserable. Qin Ming's endurance was very strong, but he couldn't help screaming at this moment. The severe pain was not the most terrifying thing. What was terrifying was that the consciousness was spinning, as if falling into endless darkness. Then the consciousness suddenly changed, and the nightmare scene of that night descended.
The boundless killing battlefield, the horrific disaster scene, the earth is trembling, and the sky is weeping.
Hurricanes raged, torrential rain poured down, the earth tore apart, and lava spewed out.
Thousands of creatures are fighting with abandon.
"Ouch..."
A huge giant roared up into the sky, shaking the sky, like a giant holding the sky, waving its thick arms, and its whole body was full of arrogance.
It stands on the vast battlefield of death, venting its madness, fighting for supremacy, and bleeding for hundreds of miles.
A golden avenue spans across the sky, like a golden torrent rushing endlessly, shining brightly and spreading endless golden light across the heaven and earth. Deep in the river of light, a heroic general was fighting a powerful enemy. It was a dragon, a golden dragon, whose roar shook the sky and moved the mountains and rivers.
A woman in white came to the battlefield, like a nine-day fairy, crowned with beauty. In the endless killing world, she seemed out of place. But with a wave of her hand, the mountains and rivers changed their course, the stars and rivers turned around, and a full moon opened behind her, and there was a terrifying sound inside. His roar shocked the battlefield and made countless strong men feel chills. Three ferocious monsters shot out of the full moon, as if they had descended from an alien space, coming to the battlefield with overwhelming killing power.
"Kill!!" The woman put her finger in front of her, her voice was exquisite and sweet, but it contained endless killing intent.
The three-headed monster roared hoarsely and galloped wildly in mid-air, as if it was about to crush the space.
On the battlefield ahead, a young man walked on the sky. He had white hair, tender cheeks, but strange pupils, like endless black holes. He took one thousand meters at a time, as shocked as lightning, and rushed towards the three-headed monster with astonishing killing power.
On the edge of the battlefield, thousands of black-robed weirdos were beating drums and thunder hammers loudly. They were wearing chains all over their bodies and dragging out a 10,000-meter sarcophagus from the ground.
Boom, the sarcophagus trembled, as if there was a shocking monster inside that was about to return to the world.
This is simply a world of killing, the rivers are stained with blood, and the sound is heard thousands of miles away.
Killings, madness, disasters, all kinds of horrific scenes collided overwhelmingly.
All these things filled Qin Ming's consciousness, as if they were really happening around him, and they were about to drown him.
pain! Unspeakable pain was eating away at his soul.
Suddenly, deep in the battlefield, a black light suddenly appeared. It didn't look prominent, but at the moment it appeared, it stirred up an endless black tide, and the world... suddenly became dark... everything shattered in an instant...
Qin Mingmu Ran woke up with a start, half-kneeling on the ground, his hair disheveled, panting violently, his whole body wet with sweat, and his eyes swaying slightly.
The nightmare scene is so real and yet so unreal.
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like it just flashed through my mind.
"This is the Shura Killing World!"
"If you want to practice Shura Sword, you must first endure the murderous thoughts and madness in the Shura Killing World."
"Every time you try, you'll end up worse than death."
"You... still dare to continue?"
The voice of the remnant soul rang out, slightly awakening Qin Ming from his daze.
At this time, Yue Qingcaiyi walked into the dungeon to visit Qin Ming. Suddenly she heard the miserable and desperate wailing deep in the ground. The faces of the two women changed slightly. Is it Qin Ming
"We didn't do anything!" The guardian disciples waved their hands quickly. Apart from limiting Qin Ming's food, they did not torture him intentionally.
"If Qin's life has any shortcomings, I'll ask for you!" Caiyi scolded, and followed Yueqing quickly to the ground.
The guardian disciples wanted to stop her. After all, the dungeon clearly stipulated that no one could visit during the confinement period, but... who dared to stop Yue Qing
The place where Qin Ming was detained was on the fifth floor underground, and he was the only one in the spacious cage.
The place was dark, damp, and full of stench. Two torches were hung by the door, supporting the swaying light and shadow.
When they came down, Qin Ming was half-kneeling there, looking terrible, trying hard to control his consciousness and the severe pain in his body.
"What's wrong with you?" Yueqing and Suiyu were both frightened by his appearance.
Qin Ming raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his murderous intent had not subsided.
"Master Qin! You..." Caiyi covered her mouth.
Qin Ming shook his head vigorously and calmed down for a long time. He finally controlled his consciousness. After seeing the two women clearly, he forced a smile: "Something went wrong during practice. It's okay. It will be fine soon."
"What are you practicing?" Yue Qing felt something was wrong. What kind of martial arts could torture Qin Ming like this? No matter how you look at it, you want to go crazy. She wanted to open the cell door, but none of the guards followed her, and she didn't have the key.
"It's really okay. I'm practicing... um... I've mastered the sword skills. I was injured by the shock. I'll be fine soon."
Yue Qing complained distressedly: "Do you have to provoke Zhang Dong? You put yourself through this for a steward."
"I want to find a quiet place to practice, and this place is suitable." Qin Ming tried his best to keep a smile.
"Are you really okay?" Caiyi looked at Qin Ming's look, feeling distressed and a little scared.
"It's okay, my life is strong." Qin Ming stood up and patted the weeds on his body: "Why are you here?"
Yue Qing looked at Qin Ming without saying anything.
Qin Ming shrugged and moved his body: "It's really okay. Who doesn't have an accident while practicing? Don't worry about me."
Yue Qing felt helpless towards him: "I'm going to practice with my master."
"Yes, it's time." Qin Ming took out the high-grade spiritual stone from his arms and said secretly: "How about it? I still have it."
Yue Qing was amused by him, but her expression dimmed slightly and she hesitated for a while: "The quota for the Eight Sects Tea Party has been reserved."
"What? So fast?"
Yue Qing did not dare to look at the disappointment in Qin Ming's eyes: "The participating age for the Bazong Tea Party is under eighteen years old. Don't be sad and work hard to win the next one."
"Who is there?"
"The four Jin Ling disciples, Tieshanhe, Ling Xue, He Xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian, and Zou Yao, are the strongest among the six direct disciples. This is the quota proposed by the sect leader, and the elders unanimously approved it."
Caiyi looked at Qin Ming's face and said hesitantly: "Mucheng entered the Xuanwu Realm ten days ago and is receiving special training from the elders. He will be the most promising disciple of our Qingyun Sect to compete for the title."
Yue Qing comforted Qin Ming: "Don't be in a hurry to break through to the eighth level. Calm down and lay a solid foundation for the Lingwu realm first. Your realm has improved too fast in the past six months. Don't worry too much about Da Qingshan. I Master has already begun to think of ways to improve the environment there as much as possible."
Qin Ming smiled and said: "Don't worry about me. This little blow won't crush me. You can go out to practice without worrying about me." Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.