One sword burned out thousands of dark races that could be called undead, Luo Xingchen collected the sword in a calm manner.
He rested for a while, still moving forward.
There is no years in the mountains, the world has been thousands of years—
A year later, Luo Xingchen has been practicing in the ancient secret realm for one and a half years!
At this moment, there are five sword intents that are connected to each other, which he repeatedly deduced and manipulated.
Holding the sword in his hand, swing it gently.
The first sword is the pure gold sword intent, and the second sword is the green wood sword intent! The third sword, the cold water sword intent, the fourth sword, the flame sword intent, the fifth sword, the earth sword intent!
Jinmu, water, fire and earth, and so on, he is deducing the five elements of sword intent, how to integrate these five artistic conceptions
"I need a perfect sword intent. Now, the five elements of sword intent have all been obtained. Only one step away, how to integrate?"
He was calm and concentrated.
In his mind, there are only these five sword intents, one sword will kill the horizon!
He took the first step from the left, with a sword like breaking through a golden stone!
In the second step, a sword swept out a cyan mysterious energy, which melted into sword energy, bound and strangled.
The third step is to cut out infinite waves with one sword, and the huge waves are soaring. Every drop of water can penetrate the iron and stone!
In the fourth step, a sword formed a raging fire, burning fiercely, and incinerating everything!
In the fifth step, a sword forms a large geographical field, and an invisible coercion is enough to make people feel scared!
The speed is still too slow!
Luo Xingchen immediately speeded up again, and then speeded up, rehearsing over and over again, tirelessly.
It was another half a year, and it was fleeting. For half a year, Luo Xingchen had not moved half a step.
At this time, there are still ten months before the closing time of the Ancient Secret Realm!
Time flies!
Luo Xingchen stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at the earth.
With sharp eyes, he yelled softly: "Five Elements Lore!"
Then a five-color sword aura pierced to a mountain on the opposite bank!
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Countless pieces of rubble have been smashed into the air, and the land has been cracked. This big mountain has been razed to the ground!
The speed of his sword is so fast, maybe in the same realm, he can't see what he has cut!
In the Lingyuan realm, he can be said to have few opponents.
"From now on, I have set foot in Consummation! Demon, wait for me to go out, there are some accounts, I should settle it!"
Luo Xingchen continued to move forward, and there were still ten months left, he wanted to see what else he could gain.
He walked the road ahead and stepped onto a wasteland,
The cold wind was biting like a knife cut. He who understood the extreme cold wind had long been used to it.
Walk in front of you calmly.
He saw a dark shadow, and it flashed past.
With a hint of curiosity, he stared at this dark shadow.
Suddenly, he discovered that some tender grasses in the cracks in the surrounding rocks had just protruded from the branches.
However, when the black shadows shuttled away, they instantly withered, browned, and no grass grew!
"Withering?" Luo Xingchen's heart trembled wildly, this is simply a destructive power!
It can make flowers and plants age, and it should also make people age!
"In other words, this is, time is accelerating, and the enemy is instantly turned into bones!"
He thought about it carefully, and looked at the dark shadow calmly.
It stopped and went, but it was a pitch-black fur ball, scratching its ears and cheeks, like a hedgehog, covered in pitch-black fluff.
Everywhere it passed was deserted.
Luo Xingchen swept lightly, slowly approaching the small black fur ball with a light and fluttering pace.
The result was just getting closer, and suddenly he felt that his limbs were stiff, his heartbeat slowed down, and his breathing was difficult.
"my hand… "
His long hair fluttered, some of it turned white directly.
"Tweet..."
Xiao Maoqiu ran towards him and rushed up.
A death-like crisis spread.
Luo Xingchen's entire body became stiff, unable to move.
He knelt on the ground, his body limp, dizzy, as if he had passed away...
At the same time, outside the Secret Realm.
More than 30,000 soul orbs have been broken into pieces.
This also means that more than half of the sword repairs, in the secret realm, Extraordinary did not get a chance, but instead took a life for it.
This is really a pity.
"It seems that chances are not so easy to obtain."
Countless people are full of emotions, and some are grateful that they haven't been in.
Bei Chenyao stared at these life soul beads, one of which was extremely shining.
"Xiaoyao, you really didn't disappoint me."
Bei Chenyao got a touch of relief from the restlessness.
…
In the secret realm, Luo Xingchen is still working hard and struggling.
However, he is still accelerating aging, from a young age to an old man.
Then, gray hair, wrinkled face, sunken eye sockets, and skin and flesh began to shrink.
Through a mirror, he seemed to see that he turned into a skeleton!
he died
Luo Xingchen's fist was tightly clenched, he didn't believe it!
He concentrated his strong willpower to a high degree, and he would never believe that this little hairy ball could actually kill him!
Above the sky, there were several sighing voices, very regretful.
"It's a pity, this kid is firm, and his comprehension is okay.
He has inherited the inheritance of the Great Emperor of the Five Elements, and has initially taken shape.
This kind of talent is already incredible.
Who knows, he has encountered this great monster!
Withering little beasts, one step withers, wherever it goes, no grass grows, and everything withers.
No matter how strong a person is, no one can resist aging.
Alas... His path is over here. "
"Throughout the ages, at the pinnacle of martial arts, all kinds of ghosts have been born.
He is not surprising either.
Encountered the first monster in the wild, I have not been able to solve the problem.
Count him unlucky..."
No one believed that Luo Xingchen could survive.
Luo Xingchen's steps are difficult, and at this step, he has encountered the most dangerous object!
At this moment, the black hair ball was lying on his neck and refused to let go.
Those fluffs clung to his body and were quickly devouring his vitality.
The death line is at the end!
Except for his thoughts, he is still moving, nothing is left!
"I don't want to die yet, I haven't finished the mission, I haven't gotten revenge yet, without everything recovering... I cannot die—"
Intense obsession, burning in his consciousness, like a hot flame!
The withered flower appeared again.
The artistic conception of life surged beside him.
His youth is gradually returning to normal.
Xiao Maoqiu finally retreated, screamed sharply, jumped off Luo Xingchen's neck, and ran away like a wind!
Luo Xingchen's eyes were sharp, and one finger poked a light of extreme flames.
"laugh-"
The little fur ball stayed in place, motionless.
Luo Xingchen walked over and picked it up. It curled up and stretched out its four claws to scratch.
It's still alive, Luo Xingchen had long expected it.
At this moment, Luo Xingchen seemed to understand clearly.
He couldn't help but smile, with a bright smile.
"I understand, the original mood of life has always been on me. My totem is an opportunity!"
Tianmang beast exclaimed: "Tsk tsk... Master Chen, from ancient times to the present, if I refuse to accept anyone, I will take you!"
Luo Xingchen glanced at this little ball of tooth dancing claws, and said indifferently: "Release your mood, bit by bit, to me to see, let me see clearly, what is withering?"
Little Mao Qiu can only nod his head and bow down anxiously. After that, it is on the ground, releasing an artistic conception of letting everything wither!
Time flies again...
Nine months later—
Luo Xingchen suddenly opened his eyes from closing his eyes and concentrating.
He kicked Xiao Maoqi away and smiled softly: "Hey, there are five elements of sword intent, plus this withered mood, it's enough."
After three years, he should be twenty-eight years old.
His realm is still in the early stage of Lingyuan realm, and it hasn't changed at all.
The Great Zhou Tian Divine Body was still at the level of the eleventh floor.
He calmly left, ready to return to the original point, when the time comes, out of the ancient mystery, I don't know how wonderful everyone's expression will be.
Every place, 100,000 miles of secret realm, the remaining people who are still alive, are on standby, waiting for the secret realm to summon them out.
However, in a certain corner, a cold old man with white beard and hair, his eyes fierce, resentful, and a corpse lying around.
He held a magic sword in his hand, the first emperor weapon.
He is Consummation in the Lingyuan Realm, and can cut the Yuanyuan Realm!
This is all overshadowed.
The cold wind was piercing, and his beard fluttered.
His eyes are like lightning, he is murderous.
"I've been dormant for a few years, and finally I can go back for business, haha..."
Look carefully, his eyes are red, it is a mass of devilish energy condensing.
"The Continent of Baichuan is very important. Unexpectedly, the ancient sword intent is recorded here, more than a little bit!"
The old man removed the human skin mask. He was very young and everything was in disguise.
"I can understand the law of swallowing, it should be enough to attract the attention of the demons!"
He walked forward silently, as long as he saw the human race alone, he would kill him directly!
Here, few are his opponents!
The magic sword was raised, and all the opponent's moves fell apart.
Easily, he killed the Quartet!
He arrived in a valley where some sword repairers were curled up in the corner, with a hint of sleepiness, lethargic.
They heard footsteps and opened their eyes sharply.
"Demon Qi, Mozu! Be careful, everyone!"
Zhu Qiang drew their swords and slashed in anger, spreading sword aura in all directions, stabbing the demon youth in every possible way!
"Haha... In vain, kill you, no one will know that I am a demon!"
He downplayed and swung his sword.
The surrounding black awns surging and turned into whirlpool air currents, disintegrating all the power of these magical decisive strikes.
The swords of these people were also swallowed, their bodies, uncontrollable, were all sucked into the whirlpool, their faces were like ashes, dull and dead!
"Humph!" With a cold smile, the young man stepped calmly, muttering in his mouth: "You need to escape as soon as possible to send away such important information! Baichuan Continent is either occupied or destroyed!"
His face is ever-changing, and he can be modified directly, and a flash of light enveloped him in an instant. He turned into a beautiful woman, light and elegant, and she did not seem to be able to eat fireworks.
He was humming a little tune in his mouth, leisurely and contented, he acted so indifferently.
However, just a few steps away, he discovered that there was a figure in front of him that he hated.
He stopped, pretending not to know, and smiled slightly: "Master Luo, don't come here unharmed."
Luo Xingchen glanced at him, curled his mouth, and said indifferently: "Don't run away, where else can you escape?"
The demon youth smiled stiffly, but smirked: "Hehe... Why did Master Luo say this? Where did the little girl offend you? It's not enough for the little girl to apologize!"
He turned into a woman, with his demonic energy hidden, and everything seemed to be seamless.
Luo Xingchen said solemnly: "Mozu, come closer, with a sword, I will kill you!"
The Demon youth was dull for a moment, then his eyes darkened.
"Huh! Luo Xingchen, good eyesight!" His voice became vigorous again.
Holding the magic sword in his hand, he was not afraid of it.
"Last time, Qin Yang could hurt you badly and beat you into a dog! Why can't I? Make a move! What moves do you have, I will follow!"
He has slowly begun to condense the law of swallowing.
Luo Xingchen smiled coldly: "This is what you said!"
Luo Xingchen held a sword with a sheath in his hand.
He gently pushed the hilt with one finger, a cold light, and slowly opened it!
The Demon youth sneered, surrounded by a dark whirlpool air current.
Luo Xingchen stepped out, the sword had just been unsheathed!
"puff!"
"Uh… "
The demon youth stared at his side in a daze, the law of swallowing disappeared!
Subsequently, his description was haggard, wrinkled, aging rapidly, and years passed, it seemed that thousands of years had passed!
He was limp, kneeling on the ground, unable to lift his head.
He made intermittent voices, not reconciled!
"What kind of trick is this?"
As he spoke, he looked at his right hand in horror, the flesh and blood shrank, and the bones were gradually exposed!
Luo Xingchen raised his sword and flew away, a sword pierced the throat of the demon youth, and a sword sealed his throat!
He and the Demon Race youth crossed light and shadows. He turned his back to the Demon Race youth who had widened eyes and opened his mouth, and said indifferently: "This sword is called-the vicissitudes of life!"
Click...
The demon youth turned into withered bones, and the body fell to the ground like fragmentary stones...