Sword God Cultivation System

"Silence, do you know about this?" Qin Pufeng asked, recalling what he had just said before he came in.

"Ah."

"Then why didn't you kill that Yunshang?" Hearing this, Qin Pufeng was furious. What's the purpose of staying in this world for such a person who can even kill his own clansmen?
"If I can beat it, I would also like it..." The silent voice was filled with deep helplessness. At the time when I was separated and fit together, I already had nearly [-]% of the strength of my peak period, but facing Yun Shang who was in a perfect state, even if he had With Xiao Yao's help, he was still beaten up. It is already very good to be able to keep Li Taibai's avatar...

Qin Pufeng was at a loss for words for a while, but he couldn't fight... Well, it seems that he really left himself a big problem. Ten years later, he has to deal with the three thousand fallen angels, and after ascending to the God Realm, he still has to face this perverted Yun Shang. Opponent, don't say a word, don't say a word, how much do you have to think highly of me to forcefully get a mortal like me, who was only a talented little swordsman a few years ago, into the God Realm?

Coming to the familiar square, Qin Pufeng was a little silent when he saw a lot of little lolitas sitting and playing in the square.

"Do you hate him?" Suddenly, Qin Pufeng asked.

Shan Meimei froze for a moment, nodded again, then shook her head and said: "If they knew all this, if they still had memories, they might hate it, but I was the only one in the whole family who retained the memory after rebirth. , maybe I have hatred in my heart, but when I think of him as the spirit master, I dare not hate."

It's not that I can't hate, but I don't dare to hate.

If he takes another shot to destroy the spirit race, how many years will it take for this race to return to its heyday, and the only memory of Shan Meimei will disappear, right?

Qin Pufeng had never had such an urge to kill a person, no, maybe he had the same urge when Tang Qi fell in a pool of blood.

"It's better to arrange that room for you, but I'm afraid that today's Spirit Race will not be able to give you any warm hospitality." Shan Meimei squeezed out a smile, and said while holding the hands of the two younger sisters.

Qin Pufeng smiled: "It's okay, it's good if you remember me, I'll go around, I haven't seen you in two years, the changes here are too great." Qin Pufeng touched his forehead subconsciously, once that Yun Shang was on his forehead There was a mark on the forehead, but it was erased by Silence. If it wasn't Silence, I'm afraid I would be like them, because the power was sucked away, and finally turned into a slope of loess, right?

"Alright then, I won't lead you the way." Shan Meimei looked at these little lolitas, nodded and said.

Even if you want to lead the way, I'm afraid you can't let it go, right?

Qin Pufeng shrugged indifferently, walked through the city, and walked towards the dense forest where Yun Shang's wordless book was originally located.

It was here that I read the Wordless Heavenly Book, and the story of Buyu and Yunshang a long time ago.

The originally sacred dense forest has also changed now, and the spiritual energy has become extremely thin. The spiritual energy of the entire spiritual domain must be used to regenerate that race.

"It's really a cursed race." For some reason, Qin Pufeng said such a sentence suddenly.

"Do you think so too?" Bu Yu said with some surprise.

"Well, we obviously have unique resources and talents, but no one can hit the realm of the fairy king, and we are still living in the fairy world with nothing to do when we reach the end, and we have a powerful spirit master, but in the end, the spirit master wiped them out with his own hands "Qin Pufeng walked up to the huge tree, where there was originally the wordless heavenly book, but now the wordless heavenly book is gone, this towering giant tree with a diameter of at least ten meters stands quietly in the There, it was as if the Wordless Heavenly Book had never appeared before.

"Indeed, for this spirit race, I have studied it in the God Realm. In terms of talent, it is much higher than those born in the fairy world. In the history of the position, the highest one is Shan Meimei who has reached the position of Immortal Venerable. In the final analysis, as long as they devote themselves to practice, there will be at least a few exceptions, but for so many years, there is no exception, and once they When the lifespan is about to come to an end, it will stop everything in its hands, arrive here, and wait for death, there will be no corpses, no relics, but it will turn into pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, waiting for a new life."

"Wait for the new life, or wait for the next sad reincarnation?" Qin Pufeng couldn't help asking, but his tone didn't sound like a question, but more of an affirmation. The word "new life" sounded like a joke to his ears. A disdainful smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

Sad reincarnation.Shu Yu didn't answer Qin Pufeng this time, and he didn't need to answer.

"Young man, you are here again." A low and old voice suddenly sounded.

"Who!" Hearing this voice, Qin Pufeng subconsciously sacrificed the Wuji Sword. In his sense of immortality, no one broke into his perception. Where did this voice come from?
"Young man, don't be so impetuous, who am I, isn't your hand on my body?" The low voice said again slowly.

my hand?Qin Pufeng looked at the right hand holding the sword, so naturally it couldn't be the voice of the Wuji Sword, so it was the left hand?As if frightened, Qin Pufeng withdrew his left hand like lightning, then teleported back a few meters, looking at this towering giant tree with disbelief: "You, you, you, you can talk?!"

Judging by its age, this tree is also a thousand-year-old monster, plus the rich aura here, at least it should be at the level of an immortal, right?
"Of course the old man can speak, but as the master of the spiritual domain, I have not spoken for some years, but it shouldn't surprise you so much, right?" Dashu's voice slowly appeared again.

"Are you the master of the spiritual domain?" Maybe other Qin Pufeng may have missed it, but Qin Pufeng heard this sentence clearly. How could this big tree brazenly say that he is the master of the spiritual domain?Do you really think Qin Pufeng is so easy to deceive?If it was really yours, when Yun Shang was here, why didn't you dare to say a word, they even took your place.

"Why, don't you believe me?" Hearing Qin Pufeng's question, Dashu naturally knew what Qin Pufeng meant.

"Do not believe."

"Then you can ask the master god in your brain, he will tell you." Dashu didn't explain anything, but broke the biggest secret of Qin Pufeng in one word.

"The spiritual domain is indeed his, or in other words, the entire fairy world is his." Buyu was also amazed when he saw this big tree, and his tone was also filled with strange excitement.

"Shut up, are you right? The fairyland belongs to him?" Qin Pufeng suspected that his ears had heard it wrong, so he checked it again.

"Of course I'm not mistaken. Who do you think he is? It is the only tree of life in the six realms. It has existed longer than me. All life was created by him. The original Pan Gu, All God Nuwas were born from him, do you think he is the master of the spiritual domain?" Buyu said the identity of the big tree in this lesson with certainty.

"The tree of life..." Qin Pufeng raised his head, unable to see where the tree had grown with all his eyesight, his mouth was filled with amazement.

"How about it, little baby, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Dashu's deep voice reappeared.

How dare Qin Pufeng not believe it?Bowing respectfully towards the tree of life, the creator of all things in the six worlds, no matter what, can be regarded as his ancestors, right?

"Senior Shu, since you are the only tree of life in the Six Realms, why did Yunshang be in your position and you weren't here?" Qin Pufeng couldn't help asking even after knowing the identity of the big tree.

That Yunshang simply doesn't deserve to be called the Spirit Race, even people in the Demonic Way don't have his kind?It is really possible to destroy one's own race with one's own hands.

"Because I wasn't here in the first place. If these little dolls of the Spirit Race hadn't all died, I wouldn't have come here to help them grow." Tree of Life sighed, as if for the Spirit Race. Race, half lamented, half regretted, he continued to say: "When I created this race, maybe it was really a mistake. I thought that after the child Yun Shang appeared, the spirit race would be better, but I was wrong. I didn't expect him to do such a thing, alas..."

His voice was a bit distressed, what Yun Shang had done far exceeded his expectations.

"Then why don't you end everything about Yun Shang? Since you can create him, you can naturally destroy him, right?" Qin Pufeng asked puzzled.

"Pu Feng, be respectful to the tree god, don't be so indifferent." Bu Yu reminded him in his mind.

"No problem." Fortunately, the Tree of Life was not angry at Qin Pufeng's inadvertence.

Qin Pufeng rubbed his nose in embarrassment, just subconsciously questioned this big tree as an equal existence, what a sin...

"Do you know how long I have lived, little baby?" The Tree of Life did not answer Qin Pufeng's question directly, but asked this sentence.

"I don't know." Qin Pufeng could only shake his head. He didn't know how many years the Six Realms had existed. It seemed that the time on earth didn't work here. He couldn't live for hundreds of millions of years, could he?

"To this year, it will be 2000 million years in total." A huge number said from the mouth of the tree of life.

2000 million years... Qin Pufeng has seen the real old antiques. He used to think that the silence of tens of thousands of years was already awesome, but he didn't expect that here came a more awesome one, which was 2000 million years old.

"For 2000 million years, I have created the six realms and life little by little, and I have watched them disappear and reincarnate. Maybe at the beginning, I will have joy, anger, sorrow and joy for their death and birth, but After thousands of years of life like this, I have learned to adapt, to adapt to this fixed number that even I cannot change."