In general, Jiang Zizai feels that he should be close to success.
He stood up again and approached the Wangchuan Sword, wanting to suppress and control it, but this time the Wangchuan Sword's reaction was more intense, even though Jiang Zizai had almost controlled it before, now it is very disrespectful and directly blows Jiang Zizai away .
This sword seems to be sane, as if to say: I have already let you break through to the initial stage of God, how dare you expect too much
So Jiang Zizai was at a loss.
Since it is the number one treasure of the Wangchuan Sword Tomb, the names of its powers are all named after the Wangchuan Sword. If they can control it, they will reach the sky in one step. It was obvious that the ancient god was just trying his luck. I am afraid that according to his estimation, even if all the people in the well of the gods' domain were tried, there might not be anyone who would cause the slightest reaction from the Wangchuan sword.
Both Jiang Zizai and Lu Dingxing have a small chance of success, which is enough to surprise him.
"If you can't go down, let's go, don't occupy it. There are still many people waiting behind." Huangfukun said.
It was really shocking just now.
Fortunately, Jiang Zizai tried twice, but still failed.
In fact, Jiang Zizai has already felt it. Wang Chuanjian may feel that there is no fate, or he has a little fear of Jiang Zizai's destruction of Tianyuan, so no matter how many times he tries next, the result is actually the same.
That being the case, it is better to stop when enough is enough, anyway, the fortune that deserves has already been obtained.
He came down from the high platform, and many people were relieved, and many people didn't go up to try, they thought they still had a chance.
The next person is ready to appear.
At this moment, Su Qianyu from the Sword Soul Totem World stopped in front of that person and stepped up to the high platform again. His eyes were very solemn, as if he had been guided. He had been holding back for a long time, but this time he suddenly went up , it seems that there is some certainty.
After all, he is the best sword totem owner, and he went up again, which naturally attracted a lot of attention.
"He's already failed."
"In fact, if you fail, it already means that you have been rejected, and there is basically no hope."
"It's all said like this. For example, Princess Shengyu and the others have tried dozens of times, but they still have the same result."
"Although Su Qianyu doesn't go up there many times, compared to Jiang Zizai, he lacks a bit of mystery."
People analyzed very thoroughly, so the mood also relaxed a lot.
In such an environment, Su Qianyu closed his eyes, concentrated and held his breath. He looked very simple, and gently stretched out his hand to rest on the hilt of the Wangchuan Sword.
At that moment, he seemed to be fused with Wang Chuanjian.
There was no very strong sense of confrontation between the two. It was not like Jiang Zizai and Wang Chuanjian facing each other tit for tat. Instead, it was silent, like a spring breeze caressing, without any movement. It looked like Su Qianyu stretched out his hand and gently He caressed the bluestone on the side of the road.
Then, with almost no effort, he lifted the Wangchuan sword slightly, and then, like a wooden sword, he pulled it out of the ground and held it in his hand. For a moment, even Su Qianyu himself was stunned. He stared blankly at the long sword that resembled a wooden sword in his hand, almost suffocating.
"I, succeeded?" The young man was completely dumbfounded. He just saw that Jiang Zizai and the others succeeded in making Wang Chuanjian move, so he felt a little itchy, so he came forward at this time. In fact, he was not sure of himself at all. No, when he thought he would be sent flying, he never expected that the Wangchuan Sword was so light.
It was like a wooden sword, light and weightless, as if no one would feel that what he was holding was such a first treasure.
To be honest, people would rather believe that Jiang Zizai could get the Wangchuan Sword than Su Qianyu. After all, the last time he tried, he was far less dynamic than Jiang Zizai, and even Lu Dingxing was far worse. .
"I rely on?" Jiang Zizai was stunned, which is an understatement.
"Something's wrong. He was similar to us last time. Why did he suddenly succeed? Could it be because you were in front of him? You triggered some kind of switch on the Wangchuan Sword?" Li Zixiao doubted.
Jiang Zizai shook his head, he thought it shouldn't be... How could Wangchuan Sword be such a joke? Just now, he had reached that level and didn't let himself control it. The Wangchuan Sword that Su Qianyu could finally control had something to do with him
"I think, maybe, it has something to do with you and me." Lu Dingxing said.
"You think so too?" Jiang Zizai was puzzled.
"Fate's arrangement." Lu Dingxing said.
"Haha, don't substitute it indiscriminately, he is not a monkey." Jiang Zizai knew that this guy had some associations because of a name, such as thinking that it might be an arrangement of fate.
In any case, Wang Chuanjian has already chosen a master.
Apart from the disappointment and regret of countless people, only Su Qianyu was ecstatic after realizing it.
Holding the sword of death, he stared blankly at the people around him, with both joy and nervousness on his face, the nervousness was because he was worried that he was dreaming.
However, he had already discovered that there was a gash in his hand, and his blood frantically poured into the Wangchuan sword. There seemed to be an endless river of dim yellow in the Wangchuan sword, and there were countless bones in it. After drifting, letting his blood enter it, the endless river turned into his blood all at once.
He and the Wang Chuan sword have been integrated into one body, it seems that from now on, he will be this sword.
The feeling of being connected by blood is so real that it can't lie at all.
At that moment, he even felt the improvement of his life realm, as if he had become another kind of existence, enough to leap above all living beings.
"Su Qianyu, this... Sword Soul Totem World, has to be created..."
Many young people looked up at the boy, their eyes full of yearning and envy.
"That's okay too?" Jiang Zizai smiled dumbly. Fortunately, this Su Qianyu is still pleasing to the eye. If it were someone else, he would probably be a little upset.
At this moment, above the endless sky, there was a sudden exclamation.
With a whoosh, a man wearing a blue robe appeared on the high platform. He was a middle-aged man, similar to the previous Feng Xiaoyao, but he looked more sloppy, with a lot of dirt on his body, and his beard and hair were all dirty. In a mess, what he was holding was not just a flagon, but a wine vat, which was more than five times larger than his head. The smell of wine can be smelled from afar, and the smell alone is enough to make people intoxicated.
It's just that even though this person was so sloppy, everyone didn't dare to underestimate him. When he appeared, people knelt on the ground one after another, shouting, 'Meet the ancient god'!