Qin Ming's consciousness sank into the qi sea of his dantian, trying to wake up the Shura knife.
But after trying various methods, the Shura Knife hovered there quietly without any response.
"How much do you know about Asura Knife?" Qin Ming tried to communicate with Remnant Soul again.
"You don't want to know who your old man is first?" Remnant Soul didn't keep Qin Ming waiting, and responded leisurely.
"You will know when you should know." Of course Qin Ming is curious about the identity of the old man, but there is no need to learn from Remnant Soul.
"The Asura Knife is his symbol, and it accompanied the bloody path 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. Aren't you going to help me? Let go of the ancient kingdom of thousands of years. Now I just want to wake up the Shura knife .”
"Your current strength cannot wake up the Asura Saber, let alone cultivate the Asura Saber."
"There is no way?"
The remnant soul was silent for a while: "Everything has a solution, it depends on whether you can bear the price behind it."
"Let's listen first."
"How much pain can you take?"
"It's fine if you can't die."
"Is life better than death?"
"I have suffered more than you can imagine for eight years. I only want the result, not 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 whatever it takes!
The suzerain's words often rang in his ears, showing him the qualifications to impress him, and giving him a reason to be willing to dismiss the servant.
"Okay! It's a bit of a man's blood. I can help you activate the Asura Saber, but if you want to control its power, how much you can control depends on your own ability to bear it."
Qin Ming was ready: "Come on!!"
"Feel the power of the Asura Saber, it once made the world bleed, and thousands of heroes surrendered." The remnant soul whispered, and there was a kind of pilgrimage piety in its murmur.
Qin Ming frowned, fully alert.
Above the sea of qi in the dantian, the silent eyes muran opened, and a mighty spirit filled the air.
Clang! ! The Shura Saber hummed violently, not the previous vibration, not the previous black air pervading, but a trembling sound so intense that it pierced gold and cracked stones, crisp and strong, aroused in the sea of qi in the dantian and Qin Ming's whole body.
Qin Ming's eardrums instantly lost hearing, and his consciousness was shaken into a trance. The inside of his dantian was turbulent, and the mighty spiritual energy surged out of his dantian wildly, rushing towards his whole body.
Qin Ming's whole body went into convulsions, blood oozes from his seven orifices, and he let out a ghostly wail. "Wow… "
The Shura Knife is like a black heart, beating violently in the air sea, bang bang bang, every time it beats, a terrifying black air will explode, like an endless torrent filling the dantian, and rushing towards Qin Ming's body, rushing forward and backward, like It's an out-of-control black torrent.
The torrential black mist surged all over the body, filled with flesh and bones, and even stimulated the meridians, like countless black knives piercing through the whole body, cutting them back and forth, making people feel unbearably painful. Qin Ming has a very strong ability to bear, but at this moment he couldn't help but let out a scream. The severe pain is not the most frightening thing, but the frightening thing is that the consciousness is spinning, as if falling into endless darkness, and then the scene of consciousness changes suddenly, descending into the nightmare scene of that night.
The boundless battlefield of killing, the horrible scene of disaster, the earth is trembling, and the sky is weeping.
The hurricane is raging, the rain is pouring, the earth is torn apart, and magma is sprayed thinly.
Thousands of creatures are fighting to their heart's content.
"Aww..."
A gigantic monster roared into the sky, and the sound moved the sky, like a giant holding up 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, radiating the world, sprinkled endless golden brilliance on the world. In the depths of the River of Light, a heroic general fought fiercely against a powerful enemy. It was a dragon, a golden dragon.
A white-clothed woman descended on the battlefield, like a nine-day fairy, crowning the common people. In the endless killing world, she seemed out of place, but with a wave of her hand, the mountains and rivers changed course, the stars and rivers turned around, and a full moon stretched behind her, and there was a terrifying sound coming from inside. The roaring, terrifying the battlefield, made countless strong people feel chilly. Three ferocious monsters came out of the full moon, as if descending from a different dimension, boiling with vast killing power, they came to the battlefield.
"Kill!!" The woman pointed her fingers in front of her, her voice was exquisite and sweet, but it contained endless killing spirit.
The three-headed monster roared hoarsely, galloping wildly in mid-air, as if it wanted to crush the space.
In front of the battlefield, a young man was walking on the sky. He had white hair and tender cheeks, but his pupils were strange, like endless black holes. He walked a thousand meters, startled like lightning, and rushed towards the three-headed monster with amazing killing power.
On the edge of the battlefield, thousands of monsters in black robes were loudly beating drums and thunder hammers. They were covered in chains and dragged out a 10,000-meter sarcophagus from the ground.
Booming, the sarcophagus trembled, as if a shocking monster was about to return to the world inside.
This place is simply a world of slaughter, the rivers are stained with blood, and the sound moves thousands of miles.
Killing, madness, disaster, all kinds of horror scenes collided overwhelmingly.
All of these filled Qin Ming's consciousness, as if they were actually happening around him, trying to overwhelm him.
pain! The unspeakable pain was devouring his soul.
Suddenly, in the depths of the battlefield, a black light suddenly appeared. It didn't look prominent, but at the moment it appeared, an endless black tide stirred up, the world... suddenly dark... everything shattered in an instant...
Qin Ming Muran woke up with a start, half kneeling on the ground, disheveled hair, panting violently, his whole body was wet with sweat, and his eyes shook slightly.
The nightmare scene is so real, yet so unreal.
It seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems to pass in a flash in my mind.
"This is Shura killing the world!"
"If you want to practice the Asura Saber, you must first bear the killing intent and madness in the Asura Killing World."
"Every time you try, it will make your life worse than death."
"You... still dare to continue?"
The voice of the remnant soul sounded, slightly awakening Qin Ming who was in a trance.
At this time, Yue Qingcaiyi walked into the dungeon to visit Qin Ming, when she suddenly heard the pitiful and desperate wailing deep in the ground, the expressions of the two women changed slightly, is it Qin Ming
"We didn't do anything!" The guardian disciples quickly waved their hands. Apart from restricting Qin Ming's food, they didn't deliberately torture him.
"If there is something wrong with Qin Ming, I will ask for you!" Cai Yi scolded coquettishly, and walked quickly to the ground with Yue Qing.
The guardian disciples wanted to stop her, after all, the dungeon stipulated that no one could visit her during the confinement period, but... who would dare to stop Yueqing
Qin Ming was detained on the fifth floor underground, and he was the only one in the spacious cage.
The place is dark and damp, full of stench, and two torches hang by the door, propping up the shaking light and shadow.
When they came down, Qin Ming was kneeling there, looking terrible, trying to control the severe pain in his consciousness and body.
"What's the matter with you?" Both Yueqing and Gu Gu were startled by his appearance.
Qin Ming raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and the killing intent had not subsided.
"Master Qin! You..." Caiyi covered her small mouth.
Qin Ming shook his head vigorously, slowed down for a while, managed to control his consciousness, and squeezed out a smile after seeing the two women clearly: "There was a mistake in the cultivation, 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 the guards didn't follow, and there was no key.
"It's all right, practice... um... the sword manual, I was injured by the shock, and I'll be fine soon."
Yue Qing complained distressedly: "Do you really want to provoke Zhang Dong? For the sake of being in charge, you toss yourself like this."
"I want to find a quiet place to practice, and this is a good place." Qin Ming tried his best to keep smiling.
"Are you okay?" Caiyi looked at Qin Ming's appearance, distressed and a little scared.
"It's okay, my life is hard." Qin Ming stood up and patted the weeds on his body: "Why are you here?"
Yueqing looked at Qin Ming and said nothing.
Qin Ming shrugged his shoulders and moved his body: "It's really all right. It's not an accident who practiced? Don't worry about me."
Yueqing was very helpless to him: "I'm going to go out with Master to practice."
"That's right, it's time." Qin Ming took out the top-grade spirit stone from his arms, and said secretly, "Or? I still have it."
Yueqing was amused by him, but her expression was a little dark, and she hesitated for a while: "The places for the eight tea parties have been booked."
"What? So fast?"
Yueqing didn't dare to look at the disappointment in Qin Ming's eyes: "The age of participating in the Eight Sect Tea Ceremony is under 18 years old, don't be sad, and work hard for the next one."
"Who is there?"
"The four Jinling disciples, Tieshanhe, Lingxue, He Xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian, and Zou Yao, are the strongest among the six direct disciples. This is the quota proposed by the suzerain, and the elders unanimously approved it."
Caiyi looked at Qin Ming's expression, and said hesitantly: "Mu Cheng entered the Xuanwu Realm ten days ago and is currently receiving special training from the elders. He will be the most promising disciple of our Qingyun Sect to compete for the title."
Yueqing comforted Qin Ming: "Don't be in a hurry to break through the eighth heaven, calm down and lay the foundation of the Lingwu realm first, your realm has improved too fast in the past six months. Don't worry too much about Daqingshan, I will 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 blow won't overwhelm me, you can go out to practice at ease, don't worry about me."