Cultivate the ruthless way for him

The boy smiled, held his beloved little sword, and bounced back to his room.

Just like back then, countless times on the mountain road leading to the back mountain from Xuexiao Palace.

Chang Yuan gathered his mind, summoned Chi Xiao, and headed to the inner sea area.

The moon is as cold as frost, and under the sky, the boundless inner sea area is completely dead black, with no trace of wind and waves. The moonlight projected on the sea surface is like being thrown into a bottomless deep hole, and it cannot arouse any bright colors.For thousands of years, this place has been known as a dead zone and an ominous place, even the group of monsters and beasts that run rampant on the bottom of the sea and make countless disciples of the fairy clan fearful, they also consciously avoid this place and never approach it.

With the moonlight on his back, Zhang Yuan stood alone by the sea, took out a blue token from his sleeve, and threw it into the dead sea.

The token engraved with the word "phantom" floated in mid-air, emitting countless faint blue fairy lights, which spread in all directions like ripples.

The surface of the originally dead black sea water was like a silver plate cracked, and black waves emerged from the cracks, first one, then ten, hundreds, thousands, and countless.

In the middle of the sea area, a huge crack suddenly appeared.

The sea area that was sealed and frozen for thousands of years will be revived once.

In the depths of the sea, a giant sea turtle slowly emerged from the surface of the sea, against the wind and waves, swam to the young emperor on the shore, bowed his head in a gesture of submission and said: "Wuwanghai suppresses the sea monsters, Xuan Qi welcomes the emperor. "

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly: "The priest doesn't need to be too polite."

Xuan Qi sighed: "The last time I saw Dijun was thousands of years ago, I never thought that there would be a day of reunion in this life."

"As long as there is fate, we will meet again."

Zhang Yuan walked to the back of the divine turtle, sat down in the robe, and said, "Please trouble the priest to send me to the heart of Wuwanghai."

Xuan Qi said yes, turned around and carried the old man to the depths of Wu Wang Hai.

The moonlight fell gently, and scattered countless pieces of silver on the vast sea, forming a long line, together with the tumbling sea water, illuminating the way forward for pedestrians.

Chang Yuan took out a pot of Feng Baijiu that he brought before leaving, sat down on his knees, and drank it.

Xuan Qi Gui stared at the silver face, sighed, and said: "The emperor suppressed the devil's soul and bones in such a violent way back then, injuring one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-inflicted injuries. Something wrong with the seal?"

Chang Yuan said: "It's not confirmed yet, so I need to take a look."

Xuan Qi sighed again and stopped talking.

He was born in Hongmeng and lived almost as long as the heaven and earth. He has witnessed the birth and fall of war gods generation after generation, and he has seen all the vicissitudes and changes in this God Realm.

I just hope that this time, there will be no more major wars in the Three Realms.

In the great battle thousands of years ago, the demons invaded from the Wuwang Sea. The water and monster races here were all slaughtered, and the blood dyed the entire Wuwang Sea red overnight.

Hell on earth, but that's it.

The heart of Wuwanghai is a huge underground palace, which is the burial place of the Shui people who died under the hands of the demons.

The world only knows that after the great battle between immortals and demons, the soul and bones of the God of War Changyuan Town Demon King Wentian were buried in the Wuwang Sea in the Far West.But they don't know that in the depths of the bottom of the sea, besides the seal of a generation of God of War, there are countless grievances and spirits of the Shui tribe people who are suppressing the corpse of the devil.

Controlling resentment with resentment is stronger than any man-made seal in the world.

Xuan Qi sent Chang Yuan to the gate of the underground palace and stopped.

Chang Yuan tapped a pot of strong wine and drank it, threw the wine jar, got down from the back of the turtle, and said, "Thank you."

Xuan Qi did not leave immediately as before, but spit out a black-painted pill from his stomach, saying: "This thing is the old man who has been sleeping on the bottom of the sea for the past few years. It is not very useful, but it will help the emperor avoid it. It’s still possible to avoid the devilish energy here.”

Zhang Yuan looked at it for a moment, then shook his head: "This thing has absorbed half of your divine breath, how can I accept it."

Xuan Qi said: "My old bones have been huddled in the bottom of the sea for so many years. I can neither protect the safety of the creatures in this sea, nor can I ward off demons and defend the way like the emperor. I have lived enough until now. If I can help the emperor, I will make peace. Evil spirits can be regarded as worthy of the divine power bestowed on me by the Dao of Heaven."

Zhang Yuan didn't refuse anymore, took Yuan Dan from the mouth of the turtle, and thanked him.

The seal of the underground palace was set by Chang Yuan himself. Feeling the return of the master, the swords of the primordial spirit in the seal woke up one after another and began to tremble.

The door of the underground palace that had been covered in dust for thousands of years burst open.

Zhang Yuan held Chi Xiao, and the moment he stepped in, the black lotus sleeves were swayed by the sword intent coming from all directions, and the silver surface on his face was shattered inch by inch. One person and one sword gradually turned into a long and deep shadow, walking in into the dark depths of the underground palace.

The underground palace is a place where bones are buried. There is a passage in the middle, and crystal coffins of the same size are placed on both sides.There are many blue ghostly flames floating on almost every coffin, gathering together, lively and lively, as if they are chatting.

They are all the souls of the aquatic tribe who refuse to reincarnate and insist on lingering in the depths of this blue sea.

Seeing that the gate of the underground palace opened and someone broke in, the will-o'-the-wisps immediately scattered and hid, hiding in the dark to spy.Soon, they recognized that this was the god of war of the fairy clan who had slashed the monster thousands of years ago and suppressed the monster on the bottom of the sea.

1000 years later, the god of war is still so young and handsome.

Zhang Yuan went straight to the end of the underground palace, in front of an altar in the very center, covered with blood-colored spells, surrounded by ten stone pillars, each of which had a black iron chain sticking out to bind them together. The headless male corpse lying in the middle of the altar.

Those bloody spells spread from the headless corpse.

On the surface, the seal was intact and everything was the same, but the body of the Chixiao sword, which had been as calm as a pool of red water, suddenly shook violently, and a large amount of spiritual fire ignited from the blade.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were like lightning, he slashed away with the sword, Chi Xiao let out a long roar, and countless red lotus flames fell down, a straight beam of light from the blade of the sword plunged into the blood formation, and pierced straight into the heart of the corpse.

The slowly spreading blood-colored runes suddenly turned into strands of real blood, which quickly dripped down the edge of the altar.

"Ah."

In the deep space, a low laugh suddenly sounded.

Clusters of will-o'-the-wisps hiding in the dark, when they heard the laughter, their hairs stood on end and they screamed.

Countless strands of black devilish energy spread out from the gaps in the corners of the underground palace, gathered at the altar, and formed a tall figure with disheveled hair and a black robe.

The man floated above the altar, with bloody runes tumbling and flowing all over his body, and the head exposed on his neck was the head of the long-disappeared Demon Zuo Dharma Fu Qiu.

"War God Zhangyuan, long time no see."

The man stretched out his hand and straightened his head which was not too big, his eyebrows and eyes could be called handsome.

"How does it feel to live with my soul all these years?"

The man had a smile on his face, staring at the red mark on Zhang Yuan's forehead with great interest.

"You claim to be selfless and willing to sacrifice your flesh and blood for the sake of the common people, but the common people remember how much credit you have made. Did you tell the world how you sealed this seat back then? That day, Mr. Jun My son, do you know the truth? Do you know the truth about the people you are thinking about? You are suffering from the fire, day after day, and when you are swallowed by the magic power, the heavenly clan you are loyal to, the people you protect, have you ever suffered for you? Half points? There are also those greedy and selfish fairy clans, hiding behind you like turtles, only knowing to fight for power and profit, fish and meat people, fat and rich themselves, what five clans and twelve aristocratic families, it is a bunch of bullshit. For such a group of people, Is it worth it?"

"Oh. There is also the little disciple you miss so much, who now abandons others without hesitation and is going to be engaged to someone else. Chang Yuan, Chang Yuan, in your life, you are just bearing the title of God of War in vain, subject to those illusory What's the point of living without even enjoying a moment of my own pleasure. It's not as good as this seat, at least live a vigorous life as you like."

"These years, I have lived in your primordial spirit. Seeing you suffer from self-sacrifice and self-respect every day, and pack yourself into a state of a cold and cold fairy king with a pure heart and few desires, it is really tiring for you. How can there be no desire in the world? People, the so-called abstinence is nothing more than self-deception. I left you the curse to let you know that if you blindly deceive yourself and others to suppress desires, you will only be crazily backlashed by desires. How, Lord God of War, you still like it A gift from this seat?"

"Noisy." Zhang Yuan swung his sword again, and Chi Xiao rose from the ground, carrying thunder and fire, piercing through the people in mid-air, and nailing the body that had been revived by the devil's energy into the altar again.

Wentian choked and coughed, but the corner of his mouth still maintained a comfortable smile.

"So what about anger?"

"You also know that if you can't break the curse, you will never be able to kill me."

"The soul of this seat will slowly devour you like the crazily growing desire deep in your heart. What's more-" A playful and malicious light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Even if you can really kill this seat, so what, you probably have forgotten that this seat still has a ray of soul, which escaped from the Ten Thousand Devils' Cave thousands of years ago... Heh."

Zhang Yuan frowned.

I vaguely feel that there is a reason for everything today, from Fu Qiu's appearance to the corrosion and damage of the impregnable seal on the seabed of Wuwang.

"Shocked, surprised, isn't it?"

"You thought that you split this gentleman's soul into two, and suppressed half of it in the sea of ​​innocence, and sealed the other half in your body as a sacrifice to your primordial spirit. But you don't know, this gentleman still has another ray of soul Escape from birth and live freely in the world."

Chi Xiao ignited countless fires overwhelming the sky, instantly burning half of Wen Tian's body.

The smile in Wentian's eyes became more playful and vicious.

"Just now what I said was not quite accurate. When you used the primordial spirit as a sacrifice to suppress the soul of this lord, you actually noticed it. You also deliberately separated a ray of primordial spirit to track down the soul of this lord."

"Aren't you always wondering why the Tribulation Curse in the Pond of No Regrets destroyed your sword heart and fell on you? Are you also wondering why he has tried countless methods over the years? You can't suppress the robbery curse in your body. Instead, the more violently you suppress it, the stronger it will rebound?"

"That's because... your primordial spirit is incomplete. My God of War, don't you feel that you have forgotten something very important?"

Your primordial spirit is incomplete.

These words were like a rolling thunder falling in Zhang Yuan's ears.

Even though he was indifferent by nature, he had never wavered in the face of Wentian's various provocations and anger before, at this moment, Zhang Yuan still couldn't help showing a look of shock and sternness.

The sleeves of the robe fluttered, Chang Yuan fell into the altar, pulled out Chi Xiao, and approached the center with his sword.

For the first time, the rare trembling and anger appeared on that handsome and jade-like face.

"what for?"

Wentian slowly raised his hand, which was only half left, and there was a wisp of pure white immortal energy in his five fingers that were filled with devilish energy.

He waved his hand and said with a smile: "This wisp of primordial spirit, let me take it as a gift from you—Emperor Changyuan."

Zhang Yuan's eyes shrank, Yuanshen found the master's aura, and quickly returned to his position like a fish in water.

At the same time, countless memory fragments that have long been left in the depths of time, like streams, converged into the soul from all directions.

Shu Road is difficult, and it is difficult to ascend to the sky.

On the rugged mountain road in central Shu, a monk in black wearing a bamboo hat, his face covered with silver, holding a sword wrapped in gray steps, walked forward by night.

The moon shines on thousands of peaks, and the mountain road is silvery white.

Suddenly there was the sound of water flowing ahead, and the monk walked all the way, and then found a clear stream hidden among the mountains, squatted down, and wanted to draw water to quench his thirst.

"Wow."

"Woooo."

In the cave next to it covered by aquatic plants, there was suddenly a low sobbing sound.

Like a lost beast.

In the dark night, he looked extremely helpless and sad.

The cultivator was silent, took two sips of water quickly, got up, followed the sound, and walked towards the cave.

The little thing in the cave was very vigilant, and when he heard footsteps, his crying stopped.

"Who's in there... need help?"

The monk asked uncertainly.

The inside was completely quiet, and there was no more sound. The monk pondered for a moment, lost his breath, and quietly sat aside.

Sure enough, after realizing that no one was there, the little thing in the cave began to cry again.

It was clearly a boy's voice, probably still young.

In such barren mountains and wild mountains, it is common to be attacked by monsters. In the middle of the night, a child suddenly hid in the cave, probably dragged in by monsters.

Without any hesitation, the monk directly raised his sword, pushed aside the grass half a person's height, and entered the cave.

The crying stopped abruptly again.

Then came the sound of water.

The cave was pitch black, and the smell of blood could be faintly smelled. The monk lit the torch that he carried with him, and at a glance, he saw the little thing covered in blood, with the tip of its tail curled up, curled up in a corner and crying.

Seeing the bright light, the little guy immediately picked up his head in fright and hid in the corner.

The monk walked over slowly and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Why are you hiding in the cave alone?"

Here, there are no traces of monsters.

Moreover, this little guy himself may be a little demon.

The little thing trembled for a long time, obviously afraid of the sword in his hand, but after a long time, seeing that he didn't make any violent moves, he turned his head tentatively, revealing a pair of beautiful black eyes, full of tears.

"You, who are you?"

The monk was probably afraid of scaring the young man, so he took off his mask on purpose, revealing Zhang Jun's beautiful face, and said, "My name is Wu Qiuyu, and I am a monk who happened to pass by here."

"Qiuyu?"

The boy's dark eyes looked at him curiously.

"Which Qiuyu?"

The monk smiled and said, "Qiu Shui is the god jade and the bone is Qiu Yu, I will write it for you."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a wooden stick and wrote three words seriously on the ground.

on the altar.

Zhang Yuan's eyes trembled, and there was a loud noise in his head.

Unable to control the palm anymore, it trembled violently, Chi Xiao in his hand fell straight down, arousing a lotus fire on the altar.