I am the only devil in the whole world of cultivation

Chapter 97 The name of the sword is Wuji

Half an hour later, Remnant Soul sat angrily in the corner of the stone room, his back facing the others forcefully, as if he didn't want to talk to anyone.

And Xie Zhengliu didn't need his attention, because she had already learned everything she wanted to know from Guangtuan and the boy.

Remnant Soul is indeed a sword immortal, but a human immortal who entered the Tao with a sword and finally ascended.

The so-called "Ruthless Sword Immortal" is a title he came up with himself. In fact, the name that has been circulating about him in the world of cultivation is "Blood Drinking Sword".

The blood-drinking sword Luo Juying was a swordsman who became famous earlier than the Shura sword Su Mingxin, and also ascended earlier.

Although his reputation is not as great as Su Mingxin's, his achievements in sword cultivation are also slightly inferior to Su Mingxin's.

But I have to say that this senior swordsman who has been promoted for a long time is indeed another dazzling star in the swordsmanship.

If he hadn't ascended too early, and was born as a casual cultivator, and had never had a single disciple in his life, his lineage would not have declined to this point, and he would not have been able to find a suitable successor.

"Since the senior has ascended, how could he appear here?" Xie Zhengliu looked at Remnant Soul, and the doubts in his heart did not dissipate because he knew his identity.

She could see that Luo Chuying was clearly existing in the world as a soul at this moment, but hadn't the other party ascended long ago? Why was the soul so broken and appeared in Zhongsanqian's little secret realm?

After hearing Xie Zhengliu's question, Luo Chuying, who was huddled in the corner and sulking, took the initiative to stand up and explain: "Since you have passed my test, I won't hide it from you. I forgot about what happened after my ascension. In all my memories, I only remember the scene when I brought the light group to Shangsanqian."

At that time, Luo Chuying's body could no longer support it for much longer, and a large part of his memory had been stripped away from his mind.

But even though Luo Chuying couldn't remember anything about what happened after his ascension, there was still a voice in his head that kept urging him to leave Shangsanqian, because Shangsanqian was not safe enough for them.

With his last breath, Luo Chuying tore open a crack in space and rolled down with the ball of light.

He did not expect that the two of them would fall directly into the secret realm of Fengchun. After arriving at the secret realm, Luo Chuying breathed his last on the spot.

His immortal body blended into the earth of Fengchun Secret Realm, adding more spiritual energy to the place, and turned into a huge underground palace for the cultivation of Luo Jiying's remnant soul and light group.

I don't know how many years have passed, but Luo Chuying's soul finally regained consciousness under the nourishment of the secret realm. He still couldn't remember what happened after he ascended, but he still remembered that he ascended too fast and didn't have time to accept a disciple.

"I was so focused on cultivation at the beginning that I didn't even remember that there was such a thing as having a disciple. It wasn't until my cultivation was completely unsuppressed and I encountered the Heavenly Thunder of Transcending Tribulation that I suddenly remembered that my sword skills, my sword We haven't found a suitable successor yet." Luo Chuying's face was filled with regret.

He forgot the identity of the light group, but he unconsciously trusted this strange existence in his heart.

In addition, Guangtuan seemed to be proficient in formations. After knowing that Luo Chuying wanted to find a successor for himself, he took the initiative to help him set up many teleportation formations in the secret territory of Fengchun to find a destined person.

When Luo Chuying saw that the light group was so good to him, he became a little closer to it.

After listening to Luo Chuying's explanation, Xie Zhengliu's heart did not diminish.

What is the reason that allows an immortal to escape from the fairy world and risk his life to return to the human world?There is also this light group. Luo Jiying said that it escaped from the fairy world with him. So the light group is also a thing of the fairy world?

Her inquiring eyes could not hide the perception of others present, but Luo Chuying did not care about this.After all, he is his designated successor, and he is even happier that the other person is so cautious and smart.

"We know that you must still have concerns, but now you are in a secret realm and there is no second companion you can trust around you. Instead of continuing to doubt us, it is better to try to cooperate with us for the time being." The light ball floated to Xie Zhengliu Next to him, "Besides, do you still have a knife to use?" This was on point, as Xie Zhengliu indeed had no knife to use.

The new sword he just replaced has been lost, and the only usable spiritual sword is already full of gaps.She couldn't always use her spiritual power to transform the sword, that would be too extravagant and wouldn't last long.

Seeing Xie Zhengliu's wavering, Luo Chuying quickly pulled the young man in front of her: "Look at him, although this kid's mouth is usually a little damaged, but he is very useful as a natal sword. And he is a serious child. Those who have gone through heavenly tribulations and entered the immortal world can be said to be serious immortal weapons!"

The young man felt a little awkward because of Luo Juying's actions, but he still looked at Xie Zhengliu with hope.

Their knives are not like swords, they will fight to the death for one master all their lives.They only recognize the strongest and most suitable person as their master.

Besides, Luo Chuying has been dead for hundreds of years, and I have served him for so long, so I can definitely be called a sword with a conscience.

Now it was Luo Chuying who took the initiative to find him a master, and Xie Zhengliu also passed his own assessment perfectly. Why couldn't he become this man's sword?
As the young man thought about it, his originally arrogant posture showed a bit of caution.

Xie Zhengliu could clearly feel the emotion conveyed to her by the young man at this moment, which was a kind of secret expectation and desire.

He has stayed in the underground palace for too long, and he longs for the days of fighting as hard as before, and Xie Zhengliu is the only person who fits his philosophy of Taoism.

"What's your name?" Xie Zhengliu looked at the young man.

The young man's red clothes were burning, and his red eyes reflected Xie Zhengliu's face, and his slightly childish voice revealed his determination: "My name is Wuji!"

There is no black and white, no boundaries, no end... He is the undisputed king of swords and the only king!

His name is Wuji, because after him, there will never be a sword more powerful than him!
"Very good." Xie Zhengliu nodded, "From now on, you will be my Wuji."

……

Outside the secret realm, in a hidden village a little far away from Yujing City.

With a loud rumble, the ground suddenly collapsed.The entire village was swallowed up by the sinking pit, and not even a single person had time to escape.

A total of three hundred people in the village did not even scream, and they were already victims of this disaster.

After a while, a figure slowly appeared on the edge of the pit.She wore a blue cloak that covered her entire body, and the only face exposed was her stunning beauty.

Zhao Qingwu raised his hand to look at her jade-white skin, and then touched her face, which was more delicate than before, feeling extremely happy.

"The dead can't regain their luck, so don't blame me. If you do, blame it on your own bad luck. You were born as a mortal without spiritual roots and unable to control power!"

She left these words and then turned around and left the village that had hosted her for many years.

What Zhao Qingwu didn't know was that long after she left, a young man in robes drove a flying magic weapon and staggered down in front of a pothole, crying bitterly.

(End of this chapter)