Infinite Devouring in the End of the World

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Two light groups entered Wang Shuang's body, and the coordinates of the sealed place in the space-time rift were wrapped by a layer of restrictions.

He knew that only when he was promoted to the realm of the Venerable could he open the seal!

As for the other light group, it contains the inheritance of the sword path of this immortal sword saint!

The light ball exploded, and endless information was poured into Wang Shuang's mind.

From the basic sword techniques to the mysterious and unparalleled sword techniques, Mu Tiange's knowledge of the sword technique over millions of years is boundless. Compared with it, Wang Shuang's spiritual will is too small. The time was immediately overwhelmed!

Wang Shuang's spirit was directly lost in this vast ocean of swords.

In the void space, a beam of flame rose up and turned into a flaming sword, burning the sky!

"What a powerful sword technique, the Burning Heaven Sword Technique, it really has the power to burn the sky!"

Wang Shuang's voice sounded in surprise, but there was a sense of confusion.

This is a sea of ​​knives, with all kinds of terrifying, mysterious, and mysterious sword techniques, and they even contain some kind of artistic conception!

"Weak Water Sword Technique, the Soft Sword, once you understand the artistic conception of this sword technique, your defense power is invincible!"

Wang Shuang's voice sounded again, full of surprises, like picking out shells on the beach, picking up a very beautiful shell, holding it tightly in the palm of his hand, and the next moment, he found an even more beautiful shell, and then It is to throw away the shells in your hands.

Mu Tiange looked at Wang Shuang calmly, as if he saw the scene in Wang Shuang's mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I want to see how strong this guy who is so valued by Master is!"

Wang Shuang continued to move forward, and once again saw a supreme sword art, called the Tianzhan Saber Art, which seemed to be able to really chop everything!

Wang Shuang was immersed in it, wanting to understand the artistic conception of this sword technique.

But within this immersion, Wang Shuang frowned, vaguely feeling that he had forgotten something.

"What did I forget?" Wang Shuang said to himself, and then put it behind him. For him now, it was as if he had discovered a treasure and just wanted to move all the treasures away.

Moving on, at the end, Wang Shuang himself didn’t know how many sword techniques he encountered. Each one was so magical that if he didn’t take the initiative to look for it, these sword techniques would fly towards him!

"boom"

Suddenly, a sword technique flew across the sky in front of him, it was unparalleled in power, and the aura it exuded was earth-shattering.

When Wang Shuang saw this, he subconsciously rushed forward and carefully understood the artistic conception of this domineering sword.

Dominate the world, I am invincible, this is the artistic conception in the Overlord Sword. Wang Shuang feels the artistic conception of this sword art, but in his mind, he feels a vague sense of familiarity.

"I feel like I have seen something like this before." Wang Shuang frowned, and an image flashed across his face. It was a powerful being, with a knife thrust out across the endless starry sky, crushing everything!

At first, this memory was very vague, just fleeting, but Wang Shuang seemed to have thought of something, and he stopped paying attention to this sword technique, and began to think carefully about his memory.

In such a space, there seems to be no concept of time and space. When Wang Shuang thought about it, he didn't know how long it had been. At the end, Wang Shuang slowly opened his eyes and looked at the boundless ocean of swords. Flashes of light flashed in his eyes. A flash of enlightenment.

"Senior Mu, I understand that although these sword skills are powerful, they are not my path. Only by adhering to your own path can you truly reach the end!"

After the words fell, Wang Shuang looked at the countless people surrounding him.

Sword Technique, with a slight smile, without a trace of joy, the spirit is relaxed, and the three-inch sword intention emerges, standing in the world of sword art.

Like a rock in the endless ocean, washed by the waves, it gradually becomes exquisite and translucent, and more rounded.

The enlightenment of the sword contained in the ocean was also instilled into Wang Shuang's three-inch sword intention with the slapping again and again.

The three-inch blade is growing at an astonishing speed, three inches to one, three inches to two, three inches to three...

Five inches, five inches seven, six inches, six inches four...

At the top of the mountain, Mu Tiange looked at this scene and nodded slightly, with a smile on his face, "He actually has a style of Ba Dao Jue. I seemed to have taught this sword technique to a little guy with good talent, but Judging from his understanding, it seems that the little guy has become a saint, otherwise, the Tyrant Sword Technique would not have been deduced to this extent!"

"Hey, destiny is really wonderful. The cycle of life and death is endless. Even if the saint is freed from the shackles of time, he is still in his destiny!"

"It's just, Master, Tiange really wants to see you again, even if we are separated by the endless river of history..."

In the illusory space, Wang Shuang's body gradually disappeared, all turning into eight-inch sword intent, shining brightly, like chalcedony.

However, the eight-inch sword intention is not the limit of the Star Lord's realm. What Wang Shuang wants is the limit within the limit. For ordinary Star Lords, comprehending the artistic conception is already the limit, but what Wang Shuang wants is the limit within the rules!

Theoretical limit!

The eight-inch sword intention vibrated, bursting out with mighty fluctuations in the world, and all kinds of artistic conceptions rushed out like a cosmic torrent, rushing towards the sword intention!

"Buzz"

A series of buzzing sounds sounded, and cracks appeared on the eight-inch sword intention, and then completely exploded.

"boom"

The eight-inch sword intention exploded, and then it was like time went back. Everything started again, and the sword intention recovered. However, this time, it directly returned to the nine-inch sword intention!

The Nine-Inch Sword Intention is the limit of the Star Lord realm, it can be called the limit of limits, the theoretical perfection state!

When the Nine-Inch Sword Intent appeared, Wang Shuang felt a golden thunder and lightning suddenly appear in this space, falling straight on the Nine-Inch Sword Intent.

"Bang"

"Click"

A weak voice sounded, and Wang Shuang opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a rough face in front of him.

"Where is this place?" Wang Shuang wanted to speak, but what came to his ears was the cry of a baby, "Wow wow..."

"What's going on?" Wang Shuang was shocked and said again.

"Honey, look, this is our child. He cries so loudly. He must be hungry."

The man said to a woman on the bed, his voice full of excitement.

Wang Shuang turned his head and discovered the woman on the bed. He lowered his head and immediately discovered a small body.

"This, I turned into a baby? What's going on?" Wang Shuang's heart suddenly stirred up a storm. Didn't he already raise his sword intention to nine inches? How could he suddenly become a baby?

Moreover, he could feel that all his power had disappeared, and he was unable to use any energy, including Yuan Power and Spiritual Power.

At this moment, he was just an ordinary baby.

In a daze, Wang Shuang felt that time passed quickly. From a baby to a teenager, in the blink of an eye, he was babbling and walking, and then he was walking like flying, studying in school, becoming a blockbuster, and becoming a child prodigy in everyone's eyes.

After growing up, he started to do business. His business spread all over the world, and he even became the richest man in the country. There was almost nothing in the world that he couldn't get.

After growing up, time passed faster. Before he knew it, Wang Shuang was already old. He was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the children beside him, some were middle-aged, some were young, men and women. They all can’t cry

Chengsheng.

In fact, Wang Shuang saw through their inner thoughts, and he just wanted to die so that they could receive his wealth.

However, now that he is in his twilight years, his wife has died, and now he is alone, without any worries.

Closing his eyes, his vision went dark, without the pain of death. When Wang Shuang opened his eyes again, he found that he had become a baby again. However, this time, his identity was not an ordinary person, but a descendant of a general.

His father was extremely strict with him, and his mother also hoped that he could inherit the general's martial arts. Wang Shuang did not go against his parents' wishes and practiced martial arts desperately. His martial arts skills were amazing at a young age. Later, he entered the army and started as a soldier. He achieved great military exploits with one sword and one shot, becoming the country's youngest general, fulfilling his parents' wish, and even succeeded his father's position. Later, he married a beautiful woman like a flower.

Unfortunately, later, the prince killed his father and sought power to usurp the throne. Wang Shuang fell into it. The prince ascended the throne. Royalists like Wang Shuang were directly sent to the guillotine, and his whole family was beheaded!

On the guillotine, as the knife rose and fell, Wang Shuang's eyes were extremely calm. After years of fighting on the battlefield, he had long been used to seeing life and death.

Not to mention, this is just a period of life.

In the third life, Wang Shuang became the son of the royal family, but he was the least favored one. Even if he didn't want to fight for power, he would still be forced into the struggle.

He fell in love with a woman, but unfortunately, she only loved the prince, his eldest brother. Wang Shuang was so angry that he used all possible means to eliminate his competitors one by one.

Finally, Wang Shuang finally ascended the throne, with endless bones accumulated at his feet.

He also got the woman as he wished. When he got it, he suddenly found that everything was boring. Seeing that everyone only had awe and fear for himself in their eyes, Wang Shuang felt a sense of loneliness...

Forty years later, Wang Shuang grew old, and his children attacked him directly. The army surrounded the palace. Seeing his favorite child standing in armor and holding a long sword at the entrance of the palace, Wang Shuang's eyes showed a layer of darkness. .

"Is this reincarnation?"

Wang Shuang said to himself, his child's sword fell, and for some reason his already cold heart felt a heart-breaking pain...

In the fourth life, he became the child of a great Confucian. The Four Books and Five Classics, poems and etiquette became everything to him. Anything that was against morality became a scourge in his eyes.

After growing up, according to his father's plan, he passed the exam step by step and became the number one scholar that year.

Talented, gentle and suave, he became the perfect object in the eyes of all women.

His father also found a girl from a wealthy family for him.

However, Wang Shuang fell in love with a little beggar who was freezing to death in the snow. She was an extremely delicate girl. Although her clothes were in tatters, her eyes were full of compassion.

His father was furious and broke them up directly. The family his father chose for him even sent men to beat the little beggar to death.

That night, Wang Shuang's heart froze, and he never smiled again...

Sixty years later, Wang Shuang was already the greatest scholar in the world. Even the emperor would show courtesy to him when he saw him.

It was another snowy night. Wang Shuang was walking on the street when he saw a little beggar squatting on the ground shivering, his body in tatters.

Familiar scenes, similar people, similar eyes, Wang Shuang stepped forward, took off his own clothes and covered the other person's body.

"go home with me……"

That night, the greatest scholar in the world passed away...