Mozun and his Master Shizun

"Mu Juanshu, worship the mountain!"

As if in response to his words, a flash of lightning accompanied by thunder suddenly fell amid the thick dark clouds in the sky, turning the already tense Arctic Square into an abyss and hell. Swallowed by this thick darkness, there are no bones left.

Mu Juanshu's eyes slowly swept over them.

People who participated in the tragic war that shook the two worlds thousands of years ago, no matter how long it has passed, they will never forget it. At that time, the sky was like a sea of ​​blood, and the wounded person came from the pile of bones of countless Taoist cultivators. , stepping on the real sea of ​​blood, wherever the giant sword went, everything turned into rubble and dust.

That battle cost the cultivation world an extremely painful price.

None of the monks above the Mahayana period was spared.

Now it seems as if the scene from the past is reappearing. When the devil reappears in front of everyone, the most terrifying page that has been buried in memory appears vividly in front of everyone... Even the most prudent Zhou Shuchen is with him. When they met their gazes, they couldn't help shivering, and took half a step back, not to mention Li Shuqi, who was pale and almost fainted.

She screamed suddenly, and squatted on the ground with her head in her arms regardless of her image. Ming Shuyu also hurriedly bent down to grab her, but she shook off her whole body.

"Mu Juanshu—"

Amidst her screams full of fear, Mu Juanshu sneered and looked away.

"It's still the same ineffective look as it was back then."

The eyes of the North Pole Seven Sons showed anger, but the fear engraved into the bone marrow together with Mu Juanshu's suddenly increased coercion made them dare not take half a step forward even though they were holding sharp swords.

Mu Juanshu slightly raised his head, his eyes were firmly locked on Xu Shumo's body.

The plain white figure looked so thin and insignificant in the red and black world, as if any gust of wind could blow him away.However, no matter whether it was his straight back or the sharp sword in his hand like a pool of autumn water, they all passed through many obstacles and went straight to the Nine Heavens with an invisible sharp sword intent.

"You seem to have changed a lot." Mu Juan Shuzai looked at him carefully for a while, then suddenly lifted the epee in his hand and carried it on his shoulder, "It's better not to disappoint me."

"You've got the wrong person." Xu Shumo casually put Wanxiang Guiyi aside, then pulled out "Zhaoying" from his waist, "I'm not Qu Ning."

"How is it possible?" Mu Juanshu laughed dumbly, "If I hadn't sensed the birth of Wanxiang Guiyi, I don't know how long I would have to wait to get this body back. Or...do you think of your ungrateful and dirty deeds back then, So you dare not admit it?"

"shut up!"

Before Xu Shumo could answer, Li Shuqi's shout came from the other side: "The devil heretics! Master Qu Ning is also something you can easily slander!"

"What do you know about movies, little girl!" Mu Juanshu's eyes swept over, and Li Shuqi seemed to be choked by someone, unable to make a sound, "When will it be your turn to talk about the matter between me and your master?" ?”

They were still frozen on one side, but Xu Shumo's voice suddenly sounded softly on the other side.

"Let me ask you..." Xu Shumo's eyes seemed to be filled with ice and snow, "Where did the person who got your body before go?"

No one expected that Xu Shumo would ask such a question at such a time, and even Mu Juanshu was stunned for a moment before saying:

"How do I know?" He sneered, "I probably lost my soul a long time ago, but if I find that kid's real body... I will definitely smash him into pieces to relieve my hatred!"

"That's it."

Xu Shumo sighed softly, closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, a layer of frost-like sword energy quickly condensed on the "Zhaoying" sword in his hand.

Mu Juanshu's arrogant expression also subsided in an instant, and his aloof and stern expression was [-] to [-]% similar to Xu Shumo's.

"It turned out to be a sword cultivator." He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yishui Elegy" glowed red all over his body, and the sword was surrounded by a lot of magic energy, and he swung it towards Xu Shumo with a stormy momentum.

"You step back."

"Zhaoying" draws out a bright silver sword light like moonlight, and stops the six peak masters standing beside him who want to rush over to help. With this sword force, Xu Shumo also greets him like a sharp arrow. Mu Juanshu's attack.

Both of them used straightforward sword moves, without any fancy temptations or complicated sword moves, because for masters of their level, these were completely unnecessary.

The two intersecting spiritual energy fields in mid-air collided with countless astonishing sparks, and the space between the two was gradually distorted and deformed because it could not bear the squeeze of the two masters of the tribulation period.

"It's not good!" The six onlookers at the Beiji Peak hurriedly pulled up the disciples below them, and narrowly rescued them from the huge crack that had been cracked, flying sand and rocks.

"Brother Master, how is Junior Brother?" Li Shuqi looked at Xu Shumo who was in a hard fight over there, and grabbed the sword tassel from her hand anxiously.

Zhou Shuchen's face was also very ugly. He didn't answer Li Shuqi's words directly, but his silence was enough to explain everything in the eyes of everyone.

"How... how..."

Although they all wished that they could go up and help Xu Shumo, the terrifying collision of spiritual power in front of them had clearly told everyone that this was not a war they could intervene in.

Xu Shumo, who was at the center of everyone's attention, was indeed not in a good condition.

Mu Juanshu's expression was still relaxed, but Xu Shumo's forehead was covered with sweat, and because of his unique spiritual power, the sweat that fell down condensed into ice in an instant, and then scattered in the air.

"Why haven't you seen me in 1000 years, your cultivation base is not advancing but regressing?" Mu Juanshu frowned, with a trace of dissatisfaction in his haughty expression, "And with your ruthlessness when you plotted me into obsession back then, It's too bad."

"I told you all - I'm not Qu Ning!"

Xu Shumo gritted his teeth fiercely, and poured all his cultivation into "Zhaoying" without reservation, the silver spiritual power all over his body surged in an instant, suppressing Mu Juanshu's devilish energy for a short time.

Mu Juanshu raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and the tip of "Yishui Elegy" moved forward an inch.

Xu Shumo pursed his lips, and put his left hand holding the sword formula on the sword of "Zhaoying", trying to increase his spiritual power.

There was a light "click" sound from "Zhaoying".

In the next instant, countless small cracks appeared on the body of the Zhaoying sword that had been covered with a layer of frost, and then the cracks continued to expand and extend until the tip of the sword——

"Zhaoying" was shattered inch by inch!

There was only one hilt left in Xu Shumo's hand. Unable to withstand Mu Juanshu's astonishing attack, he spurted out a big mouthful of blood, and his whole body fell from the air to the ground like a kite with a broken thread.

"Junior Brother Xu!"

The six members of the Arctic Palace were about to rush up to help, but Mu Juanshu took the first step in the air and slammed "Yishui Elegy" in their direction.The six of them hurriedly fought with luck and spiritual power. Although they narrowly escaped, they were all in a mess.

Taking advantage of this gap, Mu Juanshu landed steadily in front of Xu Shumo.

With a flick of his sleeve, Wanxiang Guiyi, which had been placed on the table just now, landed in Xu Shumo's hands accurately.

"Use this, or you won't be able to beat me." Mu Juanshu said coldly, "If you don't want to die."

Xu Shumo subconsciously held Wanxiang Guiyi, and when he lowered his head, the water-like sword body was like a clear mirror, clearly reflecting his current appearance.

Su Yi was stained with blood and his face was pale.

He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Wanxiang Guiyi didn't give him this chance.

The right hand holding the hilt of the sword was raised unconsciously, and his body was surrounded by the pale gold spreading from the sword body. Xu Shumo felt that his body gradually became light and full of unprecedented spiritual power.

"This……"

He didn't notice that Mu Juanshu's expression in front of him was even more terrifying, and there was a lot of inexplicable fanaticism in his original aloof expression.

"Qu Ning!"

As if it was about to sweep the world, the devilish energy of Yi Shui's tragic sword struck with a deep fear, and it was more than ten times stronger than the attack just now.

It turns out that the cultivation base at the peak stage of crossing the catastrophe is terrifying!terror!like!Si!

Xu Shumo can only fight.

Rather than saying that it was Xu Shumo who raised Wanxiang Guiyi to meet Mu Juanshu's attack, it would be better to say that the sword spirit of Wanxiang Guiyi led him to meet Mu Juanshu's attack.

Sword point to sword point, in the countless turbulent flames, Mu Juanshu's pupils constricted suddenly, and the astonishing fighting spirit rushed like a stormy sea.

On the other hand, Xu Shumo...

Pale golden spiritual power slowly filled the body of the sword, and then, a thin line wrapped around the hilt and slowly flowed to Xu Shumo's palm, penetrating into his meridians bit by bit.

Xu Shumo opened his eyes wide, and the scene in front of him gradually became blurred. The pale gold in his vision was like a huge protective shield, slowly isolating him within it.

"This...this is?"

"It seems that you are my inheritor."

Xu Shumo raised his head abruptly, and in front of him was a man who was [-]% similar to him, sitting on a boulder, resting his chin on one hand, and looking at him with a smile.

However, although the two people's looks are strikingly similar, their temperaments and personalities are very different.

Xu Shumo was cold and stern, but the person in front of him...

Talking and laughing at Yan Yan makes people feel like a spring breeze.

In this situation, there is no need to say anything more.

"Qu Ning?" Xu Shumo habitually wanted to touch the sword at his waist, and when he had no time to touch it, he was stunned for a moment before asking, "What do you want from me?"

"Of course it won't be a bad thing." Qu Ning's expression remained unchanged, "You probably already knew that you are my reincarnation."

Xu Shumo didn't speak.

Qu Ning continued with a smile and said, "It's not enough to get my Vientiane Unification. If you want to get my inheritance completely, you need to add a little bit of my memory."

"Your memory?" Xu Shumo chewed on the meaning of his words before asking, "You mean, you want me... to become you?"

"You can also say that." Qu Ning looked very happy, "But, anyway, you are my reincarnation, aren't you? Isn't it natural that you become me completely?"

On Qu Ning's fingertips, a pale golden flame was dancing vigorously, as if it was about to jump out of Qu Ning's hand in the next second and land on Xu Shumo's body.

"Come here." Qu Ning's expression became very gentle, "With this, let alone that Mu Juanshu, even if the gate of heaven has been closed for nearly 2000 years, you can become the first person in the two realms to successfully ascend. people."