Devouring Heaven Sword God

Chapter 151: The Soul-Destroying Sword Emperor

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The surroundings are very quiet. This is a courtyard. In the courtyard, a small pavilion stands next to a pond. There are also small fish swimming in the pond!

"Master, where is this place?"

Looking at the unfamiliar scene, Qingyu couldn't help but ask.

"Mo Yuan!"

Mo Wentian said calmly.

I saw two faint prints on the small courtyard. These two words carried the fragrance of ink, but also carried a...

Xiao means to kill!

"Scholarly Sword Formation!"

As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly changed.

"Why did the Scholarly Sword Formation appear here!"

Mo Wentian took a breath of cold air, and then turned his head to take a look. Mo Wentian's face changed drastically. He saw that in the small courtyard, countless ink chrysanthemums suddenly opened at some point.

A faint scent of ink filled the small courtyard.

"Master, it smells so good..."

Qingyu's eyes were full of joy.

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

Mo Wentian's cold voice came, and the next moment, a faint sword energy flashed from Mo Wentian's chest.

"brush… "

Among the fragrance of ink, who would pay attention to this sword energy.

The sword energy passed by, and Mo Wentian's chest was cut open, and traces of blood seeped out.

"What a strong sword energy!"

Mo Wentian took a breath of cold air. His body was already a supreme golden body. Now Mo Wentian, even the Sword Emperor's sword could hardly hurt Mo Wentian.

But this sword energy...

"retreat!"

As if he had discovered something, Mo Wentian suddenly hugged Qing Yu and disappeared quickly.

"Pfft..."

The three sword qi fell on the place where Mo Wentian disappeared. The sword qi fell on the ground and disappeared directly. Where the sword qi passed by, all the ink chrysanthemums withered!

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

Mo Wentian's figure appeared in the corner of the small courtyard. There were a few ink chrysanthemums in the corner, but with the appearance of Mo Wentian, each ink chrysanthemum appeared out of thin air and bloomed quickly!

"Master, what on earth is going on?"

Mo Qingyu asked with a pale face.

"This is the sword array!"

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

"Go to the middle pavilion!"

As if he had discovered something, Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly lit up. Moju appeared everywhere in the small courtyard, only in the small pavilion...

No Moju appeared.

"Walk!"

With a cold shout, Mo Wentian unfolded his body skills and rushed directly towards the pavilion.

"Shuashushu..."

As if sensing Mo Wentian's movements, more than a dozen sword energies came towards Mo Wentian like lightning.

"Oops… "

Mo Wentian's expression changed drastically in an instant. With such dense sword energy, even if he had great movement skills, it would be difficult for him to...

"Fireball!"

But the next moment, just as Mo Wentian was about to retreat, the whisper in his arms suddenly shouted, and fireballs were seen, directly hitting the sword energy!

"Boom..."

The sword energy fell on the fire ball and dissipated directly.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, and he even forgot about the dozens of sword energies coming from around him!

"Fireball..."

Qingyu saw that his fireball technique was working, and fired a few more fireballs. The fireballs hit the sword energy, and the sword energy dissipated directly, while Qingyu's fireballs fell in the yard.

"Buzz buzz..."

With these fireballs, even Mo Ju began to burn.

"This ink chrysanthemum is transformed by the sword's will, can it also burn?"

Mo Wentian was stunned for a while, the whisper in his arms and the smiling face were filled with excitement.

"Go to the pavilion!"

Mo Wentian finally came to his senses, hugged Qing Yu and entered the pavilion.

In the pavilion is a desk.

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

A sword!

"Bi Jian..."

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

"Buzz buzz..."

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

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

As if he remembered something, Mo Wentian suddenly asked Mo Qingyu.

"Fireball?"

Mo Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "Qingyu doesn't know where he learned it from, Qingyu has already had it in his mind..."

"It's been there a long time ago..."

"Is this the inheritance of memory?"

Mo Wentian frowned deeply. Last time he discovered that Qingyu had some special memories. Now combined with this fireball technique, could Qingyu...

There are truly inherited memories!

"What else can you do besides fireball?"

Mo Wentian looked at Qing Yu and suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"What else?"

Qingyu frowned slightly, and then said excitedly: "Qingyu can also use the fire dragon technique!"

"Fire dragon, come out!"

"Roar… "

A roar came, and Mo Wentian felt an extremely hot breath coming, and saw an Eight Wilderness Fire Dragon appearing in front of Mo Wentian...

"This is… "

"Qingyu's Bahuang Sword Intent!"

Mo Wentian was dumbfounded for a while. The Eight Desolations Sword Intent was the sword intention that the Sword Emperor understood. The Eight Desolations were wind, fire, cloud and thunder, gold, wood, ice and rock.

There are eight kinds of desolate realms, some are strong and some are weak. Among them, the four desolate realms of thunder, fire, gold, and ice have the strongest attack power.

"Qingyu, if this fire dragon is not dangerous, don't summon it, you know?"

As if remembering something, Mo Wentian suddenly said softly.

"Yes, Master!"

Qingyu quickly took the fire dragon back.

"Four Elephant Divine Beasts, Eight Desolations and Desolate Realm. Others can become the Sword King by comprehending one Four Elephant Sword Intent, and then another Eight Desolate Sword Intent, but I..."

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light.

If a swordsman with the Qinglong Sword Intent understands the fire attribute of the wilderness, he is the Fire Dragon Sword Emperor; if he understands the ice attribute, he is the Ice Dragon Sword Emperor; if he understands the cloud attribute, he is the Cloud Dragon Sword Emperor...

Mo Wentian understood the four phenomena. If he understood the wilderness, wouldn't it be...

"Master, there is text here!"

At this moment, Qing Yu's voice came again, and Mo Wentian's figure flashed and appeared next to Qing Yu.

A small boundary monument appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Shuxiangyuan!"

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

"The soul-cutting sword cuts people's souls..."

In the main hall, faint sounds floated in the wind. Those mysterious sounds seemed to take away the soul...

"Soul-Breaking Sword..."

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

"It's the Soul-Destroying Sword Emperor of the Western Regions..."

Mo Wentian exclaimed, "Scholarly Sword Formation, Soul-Destroying Sword Emperor, what else is hidden in this Sword Emperor Palace..."

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

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

"Who are you?"

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

"Hahahaha... Who am I? It has been eight thousand years. Who am I? Why do I appear here? Who will tell me why I appear here..."

The withered body suddenly stood up, and the wanton sounds were so crazy.

"Master..."

Qingyu was so frightened that she quickly hid behind Mo Wentian.

"My name is Qingmo Shan. I am a disciple of the Soul-Destroying Sect. They are all dead. All the members of my Soul-Destroying Sect are dead. Why am I still alive..."

That figure was suddenly confused.

Then he seemed to remember something, and the man suddenly looked at Mo Wentian and said, "Boy, you want the Sword Emperor's Order, right?"

"The Sword Emperor's Order..."

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

Soul-Destroying Sect

The Soul-Destroying Sect from ten thousand years ago!

Thousands of years ago, the Duanhun Sect was the number one sect in the Northern Territory. Its sect leader, Duanhun Sword Emperor, had a sword and a harp.

The sound of the piano sounds, and the sword seizes the soul!

but now…