Global Cataclysm: Appearance of Ancestral Tablets at the Beginning

With the long sword in hand, the corner of Chen An's mouth twitched.

He felt the disgust from the consciousness in the sword body...

It felt like a child who was sent to a rich relative's house by his biological father, and was reluctant to part with the relative's house after being sent back.

"Don't make trouble, it's not like you won't come back tomorrow!"

Joy came from the consciousness in the long sword.

Chen An didn't want to pay attention to him, and raised his head to look at the sword fairy opposite.

"Senior Sword Immortal, this set of flying swords doesn't have a name yet..."

The sword fairy who had just retreated from the mural looked up at him.

"Call it Bloodthirsty Sword."

"what?"

Chen An thought of two names by himself, and just wanted the instructor to help him refer to them. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to know that he was going to ask such a question, and threw out a name casually.

"Bloodthirsty sword?"

Chen An didn't speak, he didn't like the name.

But at this moment, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and in Chen An's astonished gaze, two seal characters appeared on the sword.

"Bloodthirsty..."

Chen An was not familiar with the script script, but he immediately understood the meaning.

Chen An was silent. He looked at the long sword. There seemed to be more blood spots on the long sword than before.

Looking at the long sword, it was like seeing an immature little beast. Its teeth hadn't even grown yet, and it began to show its teeth and claws and made a hideous look around it, but in fact it roared cutely.

Alas, bloodthirsty is bloodthirsty...

He plays too many games.

This is a world where you can meet and even fly into the air.

For the skills of the characters in the game, you can find a Lingwuwei to point out the shortcomings.

But as his favorite thing in the past, Chen An still fantasized when he was playing games. One day, if he could control a flying sword and wear a white robe, he would be like a fairy.

What he held in his hand was a long sword like the fairy sword.

Now, that dream is shattered...

Thinking of myself wearing a white robe, holding a blood-stained sword, and calling out the name of the bloodthirsty sword...

Chen An felt that it was more like a devil, the kind that was conquered by the whole world, which did not conform to his aesthetics at all!
Chen An left.

The name already exists, and he can't change it.

Inside the golden hall, once again fell into silence.

Jianxian and the other two looked at each other, the cold and hard expression he had maintained just now suddenly couldn't hold back, and he burst out laughing.

"Damn it! The bastard Zanpakuto can really spoil the aesthetics of other weapons!"

"Hahahahaha..."

On the opposite wall, Chen Feng, who was sitting on the seat, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Back then, when he was still young, the Zanpakuto was in his hands, and the ban had not been lifted to the present level.

At that time, he also dreamed of becoming a swordsman, holding a cold long knife, with a cold face and no smile.

Until Zanpakuto turned blood red, his dream was shattered.

The cold-faced swordsman, from the point of view of the blade, is a bloodthirsty crazy swordsman.

He was lost for a long time because of this when he was young, until he got older and his realm became stronger, and he gradually replaced his father's position and became one of the leaders of the entire front line. Looking back on that dream, he still couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Damn it, he can clearly leave an image of a cold-faced swordsman in the world!
At this moment, Aogu couldn't help showing a little smile, or remembered the image of Zanpakuto after it was unsealed.

Every high-ranking person is also young when he is young, but after he is in a high-ranking position, he will inevitably be imagined as mysterious, powerful, and ruthless.

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The outside world, in the barracks.

The sky is already bright, and some teams have already started to practice.

In the extraordinary team, a strong man opened his eyes. Most of them didn't sleep, and spent a day in cultivation.

Ke Wu stretched himself outside his tent.

The person in the same tent as him is fat Yu Yinglong.

"Hey, if you don't go to war today, these bastard monsters, your grandpa will be worried about what to eat."

A shoe flew out of the tent behind him and hit Ke Wu's ass.

"It's so early in the morning, why are you howling, let's make some bowls of tofu!"

"I want something sweet!"

Fatty's voice sounded.

Ke Wu shrank his head, and felt that he was not tough enough, so he snorted, but he still walked towards the kitchen obediently.

"Eat, eat, eat, you'll be so fat, it's still sweet, watch me put two spoonfuls of chili for you!"

He muttered.

It is conceivable that when he puts the salted tofu brain with chili in front of the fat man, he will definitely get a severe beating from heresy!

At this time, a scream suddenly sounded from the camp not far away.

"what!!!"

Ke Wu was taken aback, feeling that the voice was somewhat familiar.

"Fuck, it's Brother Chen who just came yesterday!"

Ke Wu hurried over.

At the same time, shadows flew out from the rest of the tents. The fat Yu Yinglong was standing outside the tents wearing a baggy pajamas with a confused expression on his face.

"What happened!"

Boss Long also came, he looked left and right, the spiritual power barrier was still there, no one rushed in rashly.

"It's time, don't worry about this!"

He looked left and right angrily, stretched out his hand, and tore apart the already disordered spiritual power barrier in front of him.

In the tent, Chen An, who just entered the camp yesterday, was rolling on the bed, his face was flushed, and his veins were bulging.

The edge of the iron bed frame had already been scratched off by him, and it creaked in his hands, and it was flattened and rounded by Chen An like plasticine.

"What's going on here?"

Boss Long looked at Zhou Haisheng who was sitting cross-legged on the other bed.

Zhou Haisheng was also just woken up from the trance.

"I do not know?"

"He practiced very early last night, just now his spiritual power suddenly plummeted, and he became weak in a blink of an eye, and blood began to ooze from his body..."

Zhou Haisheng explained everything he knew.

"Damn it, it might be a madness!"

Boss Long made a judgment, and he turned his head to look at the members of the Extraordinary team who were probing their brains.

"Hurry up and invite a doctor who can regulate spiritual power!"

If it is an ordinary soldier, I am afraid that he will be carried to the doctor by his teammates, or carried to the wounded barracks for treatment.

But this is the Extraordinary team, and with Chen An's current state, who knows if he can move.

With the particularity of the Extraordinary team, it is not difficult to invite a doctor with advanced realm.

"Okay, brother Chen, hold on..."

Ke Wu bluffed and left.

Soon the doctor came.

The visitor was familiar with Boss Long, nodded his head as a greeting, and immediately came to Chen An's bed.

"It is indeed a disorder of spiritual power, and the spirit seems to be damaged!"

He made a judgment immediately.

Before the legend, even if it was extraordinary, it was impossible to find the soul in its body, let alone condense it.

Therefore, regarding the possibility of damage to the soul, everyone refers to the spirit.

"Hold him! I'll help him adjust."

"it is good!"

Boss Long didn't speak, but looked at Yu Yinglong.

The two are the strongest and the second strongest in the team.

Working together, the surging spiritual force pinned Chen An to the bed.

Even with Chen An's physique, he couldn't struggle at all.