Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 391 Shocking change!

The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. The old man with the bone stick suddenly shook the bone stick in his hand. The remaining six skulls on it suddenly lit up, and he opened his mouth to spit out a thick fog like ashes.

These ashes are emitting sparks and carrying a strong aura of death, trying to turn all living beings within the range into piles of withered bones.

With a slight movement in his eyes, Qi Xiu summoned the Haotian Mirror with one hand, and the snow-white mirror light instantly pierced the fog of ashes sweeping in front of him.

But it's just the blink of an eye.

The old man with the bone stick who was still in front of him just now had actually run to the stone door. He bent his head and glanced at Qi Xiu, then plunged into the stone door.

"Is this their special mission?"

Stepping forward to the stone door, Qi Xiu looked at it carefully.

The stone gate is not very tall, about five or six meters tall. The whole body looks like it is carved from a huge bluestone. The surface is covered with sword marks of different sizes and depths. It seems that countless sword cultivators have carved their own paths on it. .

"This stone gate..."

Looking at the stone gate in front of him, Qi Xiu frowned slowly.

After a brief hesitation, Qi Xiu immediately walked towards the stone door.

Gazing at the paradise-like scene in front of him, Qi Xiu's eyes flashed with purple light. In the intertwined black and white vision, the quiet and peaceful mountain village did not change much.

Just compared to the living soul.

This is……

The God Burial Valley was created by this immortal swordsman. This stone door is hidden deep in the valley and must have a great relationship with it.

The moment he stepped into the stone gate, the light and shadow suddenly changed in front of Qi Xiu's eyes. A strong smell of decay hit his face, making him feel as if he had entered a box that had been sealed in dust for countless years.

His eyes moved slightly, as the surging light and shadow in front of his eyes gradually dissipated.

Qi Xiu's expression changed slightly when he heard the divine source named Qingyun speak.

With a smile on his face, Qingyun raised his hand to invite Qi Xiu. After opening his mouth, he seemed to be afraid that Qi Xiu would refuse. He pointed to the huge willow tree in front of him:

"It's right there, not far."

But since Li Banxian wanted to slaughter the gods in the world, why didn't he destroy their divine origins together after killing the gods' bodies, but suppressed them alone in the stone gate.

This group of demons and evil cultivators appeared inexplicably in the God Burial Valley. They were fully prepared and even deliberately used their own lives to entangle the human cultivators in the valley.

Proficient in the "Heaven and Earth Ten Thousand Sword Techniques" and "Gourd Sword Technique", he can now be regarded as a barely qualified swordsman monk.

However, the huge willow tree standing in the center of the village appeared in Qi Xiu's eyes as a young man wearing an elegant gown and a smiling face.

"Yes, my name is Qingyun, and I am the god in charge of thirty thousand willow trees."

In the eyes of others, the horizontal and vertical sword marks on the stone door were unorganized, as if they were scratched on them at random.

The Valley of the Buried Gods is the place where he attained enlightenment.

Qi Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly as he focused on the mottled and weathered sword marks on the bluestone surface.

Children were playing in pairs, old people were enjoying the shade under the trees, and chickens and dogs were pacing.

The breeze blows, and the willow leaves rustle and dance with the wind, falling into the rushing stream surrounding the village, running towards the peaceful distance.

What is hidden in the stone gate is actually the source of those gods.

Is there any secret in this?

"You are a guest when you come, come and sit at my place."

The source of God is the origin of the gods. In addition to consciousness, it also contains most of the power of the gods themselves.

Ahead, under the clear blue sky and white sun, is a flat and open land with continuous houses.

"Are you...the source of God?"

And the two leading demons have a special mission.

"If this stone door is really related to the sword immortal, what is hidden inside the door?"

With a look on his face, Qi Xiu felt more and more that it was possible.

And...all from one person!

"Is it possible that the person who left so many sword marks on this stone gate...is the greatest swordsman in history who slaughtered all the gods in the world - Li Banxian?"

A green and green willow tree has strong branches, and the slender and drooping willow branches almost cover the entire village.

Feeling the pure divine aura on the long-robed man in front of him, Qi Xiu's eyes revealed a hint of clarity.

In the village, it is quiet and peaceful.

In a flash, the man appeared in front of Qi Xiu out of thin air, looking at him with some curiosity in his green eyes.

Most gods are born with no souls, and the source of gods is a quality similar to souls.

The source of God is like the soul of the human race.

Outside the village, cattle neighed, farmers held long whips, and strong young men bent over to plant rice. From time to time, there were a few cheers and laughter.

"After all these years, an outsider finally came."

Before the catastrophe of the Tao body completely begins, he must personally eliminate all hidden dangers.

No matter what this group of monsters or the people behind them are going to do.

But in his eyes, every sword mark on it contained an aura of endless killing.

Nodding, the man in the long gown didn't seem to be wary of Qi Xiu, or maybe he hadn't seen outsiders for a long time. He directly told his name and origin.

For a moment, he lost the whereabouts of the old man with the bone stick. Qi Xiu thought for a moment and nodded:

"Okay, then I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter."

Seeing Qi Xiu agree, the smile on Qingyun's face became even bigger, and the two of them immediately walked towards the willow tree.

"I wonder if you have seen an old man holding a bone staff passing by here."

On the way to the willow tree, Qi Xiu asked Qingyun casually.

"The old man holding a bone staff? I've never seen him before. Why, brother, are you in a hurry to find him?"

Arriving under the willow tree, Qingyun waved his sleeves, and the broad and strong tree trunk in front of him suddenly opened a door, which was an elegant and quiet inner room.

"It's not that urgent."

He raised his eyes and looked at the inner room in front of him, and a faint fragrance flowed on the tip of Qi Xiu's nose.

This aroma was very light, but it conveyed an indescribable sense of relaxation, which made Qi Xiude's nerves, which had been tense since he knew the calamity was approaching, relax a lot.

"Since you're not in a hurry, just take a rest here. I've been living here alone for a long time and haven't chatted with anyone for a long time. If you don't mind, brother, just sit down here.

I see that there is a hint of sadness in your eyebrows and that you are depressed. You must be troubled by trivial matters. "

As if they were old friends for many years, Qingyun led Qi Xiu to sit down in a familiar manner. In a few words, the two of them chatted more and more happily.

As a god, Qingyun has many unique insights in his words and sentences. When Qi Xiu talks about some of the puzzling things he encounters in his daily practice, the other party can quickly come up with different opinions and conclusions.

The gods' mastery of the essence of Tao is far beyond what monks can match.

Under Qingyun's generous teaching, although Qi Xiu's cultivation level has not increased, his application of many techniques has made a qualitative leap.

On the contrary, Qi Xiu also relayed all the mysteries of today's world to the god who has lived alone for countless years. These new things surprised Qingyun. The world he had never set foot in unfolded before his eyes, like a picture. Colorful picture scroll.