Before he was sixteen, Ke Wenzhou would always sit in the corridor of the courtyard, holding his sword and watching the rain hitting the banana leaves. Sometimes he would be in a trance for a whole day.
His senior brothers and sisters were practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard. His senior teacher walked through them, occasionally correcting their muscles and giving them instruction on swordsmanship. His senior teacher looked like a master. When he walked, his steps were not big, but he always gave people an impression. Majestic momentum.
Ke Wenzhou just looked at them quietly without saying a word. Most people would forget about this young man. The banana leaves dripping with rain in front of the court were more eye-catching than him.
The sound of rain fell softly, the painted pillars were covered with paper charms, and when the copper bell rang, the disciples left one after another.
They walked past Ke Wenzhou and occasionally glanced at him, but those glances were only because he was handsome.
Ke Wenzhou came to the sword hall to learn swordsmanship when he was four years old. When he came, he was holding his family sword. The sword had exquisite patterns, a blade as sharp as snow, and was in good condition. At that time, they thought that this would He is a talented young man from a noble family.
But ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and his swordsmanship has not improved an inch, and he has never entered the path of spiritual practice.
No matter how good-looking a useless person who cannot practice Taoism is, he will not be taken seriously in a place where there are so many ascetics.
"If you are no longer able to enter the Xuan Dynasty at the age of sixteen, I will have to send you out of the school." The old master walked to him and patted his shoulder.
Raindrops shattered on the banana leaves.
Ke Wenzhou turned around, nodded and said hello.
The old man shook his head, as if he had seen through his desire to force himself to maintain the dignity of your noble son, sighed and left.
Ke Wenzhou was still sitting there, covered by lush leaves.
Disciples would occasionally communicate when passing by. They knew Ke Wenzhou's life experience.
Ke Wenzhou came from a declining family of swordsmen. The family was originally famous, but several internal fights severely consumed the family. Ke Wenzhou's parents were the losers in this internal fight. Before his mother died, he The family sword was handed over to him and told him to live well.
Ke Wenzhou's memory of that period was vague. He only remembered that it was the first time his mother touched his head.
There is a protruding bone on the back of his head, which is a reverse bone and is considered a bad omen.
After his mother died, his father tried his best to save him, and used all his means to send him out of the house, and handed him over to a very ordinary sword hall in Middle-earth to prevent him from being exterminated.
This old teacher was my father’s friend in adversity many years ago.
Ke Wenzhou rarely spoke from then on. A troublesome disciple would often make him happy and come up to him and ask him what he was doing sitting around stupidly all day long. He said he was raising his sword.
Raising a sword…
When the man heard this, he sneered and said, "You are weak and sick and cough all day long. If you don't take good care of your body, how can you maintain your sword?"
Ke Wenzhou didn't answer.
In the blink of an eye, another two years have passed.
That year, all disciples will undergo a realm test. The top ten disciples will be sent to a better sect for further training, while those with insufficient realm will be expelled from the sect.
Everyone has great expectations for going to a stronger sect to study, because this year, the divine war in the center of Middle-earth has begun. If you want to survive in this troubled world, you can only achieve a stronger state.
During the sixteen-year-old realm test, there was turmoil in the sword hall.
At that time, most of the disciples had completed the test, and the top ten were almost finalized. He stood with several 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 got the eleventh place and was only one step away from his dream. His depression was indescribable.
Just when it was Ke Wenzhou's turn to go for the test, there was a sudden noise outside. In the sudden flash of swords and swords, a disciple fell into a pool of blood. Then, many men in black appeared in front of him. Their attires looked... Up there is the killer.
Ke Wenzhou quickly guessed that they were here to kill him.
He knew that the family had always believed in the principle of eradicating the roots. Now, it was unknown which uncle betrayed his father and finally allowed them to follow the clues and find this place.
Everyone looked at the killer nervously.
The teacher's father stopped in front of him and drew his sword.
The killer didn't even look at him, and just asked them to hand over Ke Wenzhou, leaving a way to survive.
He wasn't called by this name at that time, and his father asked him to change his name before sending him away.
The teacher and father were puzzled, everyone was in panic, and when the killer was about to kill someone again to establish his authority, Ke Wenzhou, who was standing in front of the testing table, suddenly put his hand on the sword tablet in front of him.
The sword stele is used to test talent and realm. When the sword stele is touched, it will generate a reaction, either glowing or making a buzzing sound, to inform the ascetic's realm.
At this moment, Ke Wenzhou was obviously standing on the high platform, but everyone was used to ignoring him, and no one paid attention to him.
Until there was a loud explosion.
After realizing it, everyone looked up and saw the young man in black covering the sword tablet with his hand. After the sword tablet emitted a dazzling white light, it fell apart and exploded.
The young man looked at them and said, "I am Ke Wenzhou."
The leading killer saw the bone on the back of his head and immediately reacted and rushed towards him.
The sword stele platform was covered with sword light in uneven patterns.
The camellias and banana leaves under the garden were cut into pieces, and in the spring, the red and green leaves disappeared.
Then, the corpses of the killers fell from above one by one and hit the ground.
"Who betrayed father?"
Ke Wenzhou looked at the last killer and asked.
The killer opened his mouth, but no words came out, only 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 he were seeing a devil, "You... are you really his son? How could a person like him give birth to a son like you..."
Ke Wenzhou bowed to his master and said, "Master was shocked."
It took a long time for the old master to calm down and said: "I am so old and blind, I have underestimated you for so many years."
Ke Wenzhou said: "My mother said something to me before she died."
"What?" asked the teacher's father.
"She said that a gentleman hides in his weapon." Ke Wenzhou held the ancient sword full of spirit in his hand and said, "Then she handed the sword to me. This was the first lesson my mother taught me. My father Before he sent me away, he also said that the beast in the cage cannot show its claws until it grows up. This was the first lesson my father taught me."
The old teacher looked at the ancient sword, was silent for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "So you are really cultivating the sword... You have learned these two lessons very well. If Lao Ke sees you like this, I would like to decide It’s gratifying.”
"Maybe."
Ke Wenzhou looked slightly dazed. He looked at the disciple lying in a pool of blood and bowed deeply.
Although he was not killed by himself, he died because of himself.
The disciples at the rear were completely shocked. They never imagined that this young man who had been ignored by them had the talent and realm to crush them.
Especially the disciple who often laughed at him.
He froze and trembled with fear, not daring to move for fear that the other party would notice him and trigger revenge.
But Ke Wenzhou didn't even look at him.
After the disciple came back to his senses, he discovered that the person lying 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 came to his senses. Ke Wenzhou's performance now surpassed everyone's. Even if one person died, he was still number 11.
Ahead, his master was also arranging his subsequent training.
"After you enter a better sect, you must practice diligently and strive to avenge your parents one day in the future." The teacher said and handed him a wooden sign for Killing Sword Tower.
These sword halls and courtyards are affiliated to the famous local sect Sha Jian Tower, and are set up to recruit talents for Sha Jian Tower.
In full view of everyone, Ke Wenzhou rejected the wooden sign.
"The sect's cultivation is too slow and it's not suitable for me. Besides... someone will probably come to kill me in the future. I don't want to implicate anyone." Ke Wenzhou said this and then pushed away from the courtyard.
The heavy rain fell, and the courtyard was filled with the smell of blood.
The eleventh disciple was stunned and speechless. It took him a long time to realize that a huge blessing had happened to him.
Ke Wenzhou bid farewell like this.
On the eve of his farewell, the old master came to his room and handed him several sword manuals that were kept secret.
"These were all given to me by your father, who said he would give them to you after you enter the Xuan Dynasty. You may not value them now, but... they are your things after all." The old master handed the package to him.
Ke Wenzhou said: "Thank you, Master."
The old master looked at his face, thought of his old friend, sighed and said, "Your father entrusted you to me, but in the past ten years, I have been unable to teach you anything."
Ke Wenzhou said: "For giving me a place to live for more than ten years, my disciple has nothing to repay."
The teacher nodded and stuffed the bag containing the secret book into his arms.
Then, Ke Wenzhou groaned in pain.
He lowered his head in astonishment, looked at the blood on his chest, and understood in an instant: "It's you! It was you who betrayed my father!"
The teacher sighed and said, "Even if I don't betray him, they will come soon. I... don't want to die. I haven't been able to teach you anything in these years. This is the first lesson I teach you as a teacher."
Ke Wenzhou held on to the edge of the sword tightly, but his body was stabbed, and he couldn't use much strength in the **-like pain.
It was raining heavily outside, and it was a night of lightning and thunder.
The young man who had made a blockbuster appearance and endured for many years was finally no match for the cunning and cunning, and was about to die on this rainy night.
Ke Wenzhou's palm was filled with blood. He watched helplessly as the sword blade cut through the skin bit by bit and penetrated inside.
If there was life at the tip of the sword, you might be able to hear the beating cry of the heart at this moment... Ke Wenzhou thought in a daze.
Suddenly, he recovered from the severe pain and shouted: "Kill him!"
"Stop hiding! If you see him killing someone, he won't let you go! If you want to live, just kill this old guy!"
The door opened suddenly, and the teacher didn't react. He turned around subconsciously, and then let out a miserable groan.
Thunder and lightning illuminated the house instantly.
In the white light, the teacher vaguely saw a pale and frightened face.
This is his disciple... What's his name... The teacher couldn't answer the question for a moment, he only remembered that in today's test, he seemed to be eleventh.
At this moment, Ke Wenzhou pulled out the sword that had pierced his chest, put it into his senior father's throat with his backhand, and pressed him to the ground. Without making any sound, his neck was cut open, and his limbs were After a violent shiver, he suddenly felt stiff and cold.
Then there was the sound of the blade hitting the ground.
The disciple who stabbed his master in the back fell to his knees with a plop, tears streaming down his face in fear.
"I... I came to find you... I didn't want to kill... I..."
He looked at his blood-stained hands and his dead master. After the impulse that filled his mind, there was a feeling of fear that arose from within.
He came to see 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 that he should do this... So he I accidentally witnessed the master-disciple killing each other.
He wanted to leave quietly, but Ke Wenzhou discovered him and drank him to death.
In the intense tension, Ke Wenzhou's words occupied his head. He believed his words and believed that the master would definitely kill him after he discovered the truth, just like he killed Ke Wenzhou.
Fear and impulse prompted him to rush in and kill his master with one sword.
He knelt on the ground, looked at Ke Wenzhou, and after a long time he said in a trembling voice: "Now... what should I do?"
Ke Wenzhou covered his chest and said, "Come with me. You saved my life. I won't let you die."
So they left the sword hall in an unexpected way on this rainy night.
He thought Ke Wenzhou would find a deserted place and kill him too, so he immediately apologized tremblingly: "I... I used to often..."
"Don't talk, be careful not to wake others up." Ke Wenzhou said, "I don't care about what happened in the past. I don't even know your name."
The disciple said: "My name is Yun Yi..."
Yun Yi, this name is not complicated, but Ke Wenzhou still liked to call him Eleven.
He was the first eleven in the courtyard.
They became friends inexplicably.
For the next year, they traveled around Middle-earth.
During this year, many people wanted to kill Ke Wenzhou, and the one who came to kill him the most was a well-known killer organization, the Killing Royal Court.
But those who came to kill him failed in the end.
Finally, a year later, the well-known killer of the Royal Court also took over the task of killing him. The killer lived up to his reputation and finally escorted Ke Wenzhou back to the Royal Court and met the King of Killers of the Royal Court. .
After learning the news, the head of the Ke family was overjoyed. With the promised heavy sum of money, the head of the Ke family came to kill the royal court overnight with his sword.
The patriarch met the King of Killers.
He handed over half of the gold and silver and asked, "Where is Ke Wenzhou?"
The King of Killers took off his hat, revealing the dazzling bone on the back of his head: "Uncle, long time no see."
The sword pierces the heart of a loved one.
Yun Yi came from the side and shook his head gently: "No one will trouble us again in the future, right?"
At that time, the well-known assassin came to assassinate Ke Wenzhou, but Ke Wenzhou and him jointly killed him. Then Yun Yi pretended to be an assassin and escorted Ke Wenzhou to see the master of the Killing Palace. They worked together to kill him in the palace and replaced him. .
This is incredible, but it is not difficult for Ke Wenzhou.
He is a true genius, and some even say that his achievements in the future will exceed those of Qiu Ziguan and Li He.
"Well, too many people have been killed this year. I'm tired of it. It's time for us to say goodbye to the past." Ke Wenzhou said.
Yun Yi thought about the dreamlike experiences in the past year and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect that I would become friends with you."
Ke Wenzhou said: "Fate is unpredictable, or so it is. Anyway... thank you."
Yun Yi said: "Thank you, your realm is far higher than mine. In this year, I have killed less people than you. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you in the future. Ha, it's useless for me." Trash, you don’t know how to kill people and silence them, right?”
Ke Wenzhou smiled and said, "Without you, I would not have been able to kill the Lord of the Royal Court that day. Even the smallest help is a matter of life and death."
Yun Yi asked: "Then what do you want to do next?"
Ke Wenzhou said: "I want to find a truly famous master. I want to reach the pinnacle of the Tao. I want... to become the best swordsman in the world."
Yun Yi looked at him and felt that he could do it one day.
By the time Ke Wenzhou found the famous teacher in his heart, it was already ten years later.
In the past ten years, they still traveled around the world together, visited the Immortal Sect, challenged the masters, and practiced secret books.
However, due to his limited talent, Yun Yi could only reach the peak of longevity even with Ke Wenzhou's help.
"Two hundred years is still too short a life. If you see the scenery of the avenue in the future, 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 his disciple. He wanted to bring Yun Yi in with him, but Yun Yi's qualifications were far behind compared to the talents of the saint's disciples. Taking him in not only broke the rules, but also changed the rules. It doesn't do him any good either.
Yun Yi was also very sensible and said goodbye to him.
"Well, I will come to you when I finish my studies. Thank you for all these years." Ke Wenzhou said seriously.
Yun Yi smiled and said: "No one will hold you back in the future. I think your level will rise even further."
"Don't say such things." Ke Wenzhou said: "A Master Dapeng told me that there is a mysterious technique called Shen Wai Shen, which can make a person nearly twice as strong... Before that, you are me 's outer body."
After Ke Wenzhou said this, he felt that something was wrong. He was his friend, not his weapon. He wanted to explain, but Yun Yi said: "I am honored."
Ke Wenzhou was speechless.
The pair, who had been close friends for many years, spent the night drinking together, then said goodbye temporarily, hoping to meet again many years later.
Ke Wenzhou became a disciple of the saint.
Those were the years when he was most focused on nothing.
In the past, he rarely encountered opponents, but at this moment, he realized that it was just that his vision was too shallow. Almost everyone he met here could crush him to death with one finger.
On the first day of school, he and all his disciples were told one thing: not to ascend.
He didn't understand what it meant, but ascension was a very distant thing after all, so he didn't pay much attention to it and just focused on practicing.
It was rare for him to actually see a saint. The person responsible for teaching him was the Golden-winged Dapeng. The Golden-winged Dapeng was very famous. It was said that he was one of the demon saints of the demon clan. He once swallowed the Buddha, and the Yanghuang Cangyu Sword was even more destructive. Heaven destroys earth.
Ke Wenzhou once asked: "It is an ominous sign that I have rebelled against my will. Why does the saint still accept me as his disciple?"
The golden-winged roc touched his back hand and said, "Have you ever betrayed anyone in these years?"
Ke Wenzhou said: "I betrayed my master and my family."
The golden-winged roc said: "That is betrayal of sin. If you don't betray sin, how can you know the light and goodness?"
Ke Wenzhou nodded in understanding.
"Uncle Master, what is this battle in Middle-earth about?" Ke Wenzhou asked.
"You are still young and your realm is still shallow. You don't need to know this." The golden-winged roc replied.
After that, his realm became higher and higher and he knew more and more.
Many years later, under the leadership of the Golden-winged Dapeng, he saw a scene on the Immortal Palace that he would never forget.
It was a pile of white bones like rice fields...
That's what happens to the Ascended.
On this day, Ke Wenzhou finally understood that they had been imprisoned in a vast cage and could not break free. People who yearned for freedom had their flesh and blood cut off and turned into bones. In the legendary paradise of freedom, the Fairy Palace Miserably weathered.
This is the fate of ascetics.
"We are the ones who break fate." The golden-winged roc said as it stood in the sun, its wings reflecting the golden light.
Ke Wenzhou was lost in thought for a long time.
Golden-winged Dapeng continued: "Your talent is very high, much higher than I originally imagined. However, many geniuses like you have had bad endings in history, but I believe that you can always do something different." Things. In a few more decades, I’m afraid I won’t be able to teach you anything.”
Ke Wenzhou shook his head and said, "How could it be possible? I can't even take one of my master's Yang Phoenix Cangyu Swords... Besides, I still have a lot of things to learn."
The golden-winged Dapeng asked: "There are thousands of unique skills of saints, including the laws of heaven and earth, the great celestial arts, and the transformation of Tiangang and earth. Which one do you want to learn?"
Ke Wenzhou lowered his head and Yun Yi's face appeared in his mind. They would still meet each other over the years, but the frequency of their meetings was getting less and less. He subconsciously said: "I want to learn how to be outside the body!"
Afterwards, the golden-winged roc really taught him about the body.
It has been decades since he started.
On the day when he learned how to become a human being, he was so happy that he went out with his sword all night long, hoping to find his best friend from many years ago.
He wanted to tell him that from now on, his body could stay under the saint's disciples and practice, and his outer body could travel around the world with him.
Yun Yi died on this day.
The root of his disease was left many years ago, and the person who injured him was a crazy ancient god. If Ke Wenzhou hadn't arrived in time to save him, Yun Yi would have died.
It's just that the life he tried so hard to survive finally couldn't bear the pain.
When Ke Wenzhou arrived, Yun Yi was already dying.
He vaguely heard what Yun Yi said before he died:
"You can become the best swordsman in the world, right?"
"able!"
"Then you... have to kill them all."
Ke Wenzhou once described the scene in the Immortal Court to him. At that time, he did not know that the existence above the Kingdom of God was called the Dark Lord. They only knew that something was surrounding it outside, trapping all souls.
"Okay." Ke Wenzhou agreed.
He didn't dare to say too much for fear that the other party wouldn't have time to listen.
Yun Yi's mind tilted and his hand slipped down.
The rainy night of that year seems to still be yesterday, and the old friends are gone forever in a blink of an eye.
…
Ke Wenzhou returned to the saint's door. He locked himself in his room and remained alone in silence for many days.
It seems to be fate again.
When he left the room, he accidentally saw another terrible scene.
He saw four disciples gathered in the courtyard, gathering under the lush banana leaves, discussing something.
In front of them, there is a monument, which is the sky monument.
"You want to ascend?!"
Ke Wenzhou reacted and immediately shouted.
The four disciples were surprised by his appearance, but they quickly calmed down.
"Well, we're leaving," one of them replied.
"Why?" Ke Wenzhou was puzzled: "The saint has told us long ago, don't ascend, don't ascend! It's not like you haven't seen the scene above the Immortal Palace!"
"But we are going to lose... It is impossible to win this war. Instead of waiting for death on earth, it is better to fly to the sky and take a look." Another person said: "Maybe not to ascend is a scam?"
Ke Wenzhou's pupils shrank suddenly: "You don't believe in saints? Senior brother, you... We have killed many, many ancient gods over the years. We can win!"
"You can't win, you can't win... You haven't climbed to the real Tianzhu yet, and you haven't seen how terrifying it is at the front. It's an invincible enemy!" someone trembled.
The last disciple also echoed: "I, it's not that I don't believe in saints, it's that I don't believe in myself."
"Maybe... maybe there is still a way to survive in Ascension?"
"I spent half my life working on this monument. I went to many places in the world and verified its accuracy. It can't be wrong... In other words, I want to know before I die what it is. It’s not wrong!”
"Well, I also want to know. I've had enough fighting. I want to go outside and take a look. You can see the stars outside, but why can't you touch them?"
"You..." Ke Wenzhou was speechless and didn't know how to persuade.
In the end, these four senior brothers ascended together.
The courtyard was empty, and he stood alone, surrounded by green banana leaves.
After a long time, blood rain fell from the sky.
The rain hits the banana trees.
Ke Wenzhou felt unprecedented loneliness and despair.
He desperately wanted to see the saint, wanted to express to him the emotions squeezed in his heart, wanted to understand the truth of the world, and wanted to know whether the existence above the Kingdom of God was invincible!
He wanted to go up the mountain with his sword and die in Kunlun.
All the thoughts were intertwined in my mind.
His eyes were red and there were signs of being possessed, when a clear and clear voice suddenly sounded:
"Don't look at it, your senior brothers are all dead."
It was a woman's voice.
"who?!"
Ke Wenzhou turned around suddenly. He was already at the peak of the five realms at this moment, but he didn't notice anyone coming.
Standing at the foot of the courtyard steps was a woman with unspeakable grace and nobility. The woman was wearing a phoenix skirt, her hands folded dignifiedly in front of her, and her face could not be seen clearly.
"My surname 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, the woman who called herself Zhu taught him the first and last lesson: put your thinking in a box.
The woman demonstrated using a wooden box stacked on top of each other.
A simple wooden box, after being covered up in multiple layers, actually deceived his consciousness.
Ke Wenzhou felt a little incredible.
"This is all I have to teach you." The woman surnamed Zhu said.
Ke Wenzhou asked, "What's the point of this?"
The woman said: "You may fail in this war, but it is far from over. You are the person chosen by the saint, so you must survive until five hundred years later, until the fire of hope is rekindled. During these five hundred years, you...have to hide yourself."
"Hide yourself?"
Ke Wenzhou couldn't help but recall his experiences from the age of four to sixteen.
He asked: "Hide yourself in a box?"
"Yes." The woman said, "Hide your loyalty to the saint, your responsibility to the human race, and your determination to never regret it."
"What happens after I hide it?" Ke Wenzhou asked, "What will I become after that?"
The woman said: "A ruthless and unrighteous devil who only wants to ask questions."
Ke Wenzhou showed a look of fear, "In that case, I will kill a lot of people in the future, right? 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 glanced at him one last time and said: "In this world, countless people have died, and many people are dying, and countless people will die in the future... You will definitely die too, but if you die now, It makes no sense in this war that is doomed to fail.”
"Why is it destined to fail?"
"Because we made a mistake, the enemy is more powerful than we imagined."
This reason was extremely simple, but it made Ke Wenzhou breathless.
More powerful than the Saint... More powerful than them combined... Then what can he do even if he doesn't die now
The woman walked into the shadows under the courtyard, her body getting lighter and lighter. She said: "There is a saying in the theater troupe: when you are born, you will be clean and ugly, and you will be a fairy, a tiger, and a dog. Now the stage is still set up on Kunlun. Before you died, Humans and monsters are both divine tigers. When the play is over, the stage collapses... "
"I understand." Ke Wenzhou raised his head, his eyes red, and interrupted: "I'll play the dog!"
…
Before the woman in the phoenix skirt finally disappeared, she told him that time was running out and that he must make all preparations before the war was over. Otherwise, after the war was over, the beings above the Kingdom of God would have the leisure to turn their attention elsewhere. By then, he would Everything you do will be in vain.
From that day on, he started looking for the box.
He had a way to cut off his emotions and part of his thinking, but he could never find a suitable box.
Until one day, he walked out of his room and looked at the earth from a high building. At that moment, he suddenly understood that isn't Middle-earth just the biggest box
He can bury his consciousness in the ground and leave a clue for his future self to accidentally find it.
But if this is the case alone, if the consciousness is accidentally discovered by someone, it will definitely arouse suspicion...
In addition to the box, something else is needed as a cover.
He returned to the room, opened an ancient book at random, and saw a line of words on it:
"The candle dragon hit the sky and died. The yin fire disappeared and fell into the dust. Its bones were buried in the earth. The exact trace is unknown. It may be said to be hidden in the sea water of Beiming and Nanming, or it may be said to be hidden in the ruins of the corpse tower. People say that when a dragon dies, it should return to its homeland, so it should live in the Yun Kingdom and Guhuang..."
Ke Wenzhou's pupils heated up as he read this line of writing.
Candle Dragon…
Then use the myth of the candle dragon as a cover.
Even if someone discovers it, they will only think that this is the consciousness left by the Candle Dragon God before his death, and he is eager for someone to revive this great existence.
And somewhere, someone seemed to be helping him.
Underground in Guhuang, he actually found Zhulong's corpse. This corpse was so clean that it was just a corpse.
Here, he cut off his last thoughts, cut off the longing for his old friend and the resentment in the back of his head, and buried them together in the deepest part of the ancient glory. At that time, he also discovered that there was something hidden under the earth's crust. There is a huge amount of spiritual energy, but there is no time to investigate the root cause.
There is actually no point in cutting off the bone, but it is a part of the body, and he hopes it can guide him.
Five hundred years ago, in the ancient and quiet underground, a young man with his head covered in blood buried his remnants deep in the soil. He put his mind in a box.
Finally, he wanted to see the saint again, but the saint was still in heaven and he could not see him.
When he left Guhuang, his consciousness was already blurred.
He crawled out like a dog. He only remembered that he wanted to be a dog.
Also in the same year, this vigorous divine war ended.
After experiencing the period of confusion after his consciousness disappeared, he betrayed the withered Saint's Gate.
…
"Ke Wenzhou, do you know what you are doing?!" The voice sounded like a golden-winged roc.
"I can't kill you today, but one day, I will personally break your sword and your head!" It sounded like a roar of a lion.
"The saint really misjudged you!"
"You are a rebellious evildoer!"
"Are you worthy of Yun Yi by doing this?! Didn't you say that you want to be the best swordsman in the world?"
“…”
"Yun Yi?" Ke Wenzhou shook his head slightly and murmured to himself: "Who... is he?"
The best sword in the world... Do I want to be the best sword in the world...
He carried his sword and came out, never looking back.
…
All these complete memories were obtained by him as a young man at the bottom of Ancient Glory.
At that time, he was almost completely possessed by the Dark Lord.
The killing sword that Ning Jiujiu and Liu Xiwan worked together freed him from the control of the dark master.
Then he was shot by an arrow to the bottom of the Zhulong corpse.
All this seems to follow fate and coincidence.
This is his true body, and his outer body is still outside, waiting for opportunities to move.
He remembered...
Put your thinking in a box.
The outer body is his last layer of boxes!
Their minds were cut off, and Ke Wenzhou, as the outsider, finally gained the recognition of the Dark Lord through repeated fights, and the Dark Lord's power was poured into him.
The outer body does not exist independently. It must share power with the main body.
The body outside the body did not feel the murderous intention from behind before dying.
People can guard against the knife from the back, but they will not guard against themselves.
The person who killed him was himself!
The young Ke Wenzhou stood in the void on the ancient Huanghuang, thinking about the turbulent years when the rain and wind blew away.
The Dark Lord above the Kingdom of God has obviously not reacted yet, and is still continuously inputting power.
"Am I... the best swordsman in the world?" Young Ke Wenzhou asked as he looked at the young man in white.
"Yes." Ning Jiujiu said firmly.
"That's good." Ke Wenzhou smiled in relief.
He knew that after he finished the last thing today, he would definitely die.
As soon as he thought about it, the sword card behind him suddenly flew out.
"I leave this to you." Ke Wenzhou looked at Ning Changjiu and said seriously: "From now on, you will be the next master of the sword pavilion. Take good care of them for me..."