my universal tinder

Chapter 430 The Cursed Black Blade

Traveler!
The strongest person on the Guangming List back then was also the most mysterious and terrifying peer Wang Qiong considered so far.

Even back then, the traversers were even more unfathomable than the prosperous Ye Tian.

No one knows his origin!
No one has seen him either!
No one even knows if he exists at all!

He is like a mist hidden in the abyss, all in one piece, and there is nothing to find.

Back then, in Skynet, the traverser had appeared to invite Wang Qiong.

His vision is as high as a pillar of heaven, and his ambition is incomparable.

The traversers want to create a unparalleled and unprecedented organization, create a new order, and replace the long-decayed glory.

Since Skynet left, this man seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no trace of him anywhere in the world.

Wang Qiong did not expect to meet him here.

"You..." Wang Qiong looked at him, hesitant to speak.

If other people, Wang Qiong, could vaguely feel the difference between strength and weakness, then what the traverser gave him was a blurred and unclear vision.

Even Wang Qiong felt that the person standing in front of him was not a living being.

This feeling is extremely strange and mysterious.

"Butcher, farewell to Skynet, you have also found your partner!" The traverser smiled slightly.

He was still as usual, as indifferent as the sky, even his smile revealed a trace of unfathomable, hanging as high as the sun.

"Have you fulfilled your wish?" Wang Qiong asked.

What he was referring to was naturally the grand blueprint told to him by the traversers that day.

This man wants to find a partner who is comparable to him, create an unprecedented organization, and surpass the former Twelve Thrones.

"Jiuding!" The traverser said calmly.

"what?"

"The organization I created is called Jiuding!"

Wang Qiong's heart twitched slightly. This name seemed to contain infinite magic power, pulling the distant future in the dark.

"One day, this name will shake the world and shine through the ages." The traverser seemed to be stating a doomed fact.

"Butcher, my invitation remains the same!"

Looking at the traverser, Wang Qiong felt an extremely dangerous feeling in his heart for some reason.

This man is unfathomable, but in his bones there is an idea and fanaticism that cannot be tolerated by the world.

"Perhaps one day, you will come to me." The traverser smiled, and did not force himself, his mysterious eyes slowly pulled away from Wang Qiong's body.

At this moment, Lu Li, Ye Mo, Wu Wuji, Yu Tianxin and Su Xuanzhen looked at them with different expressions.

"They didn't hear?" Wang Qiong couldn't help being moved. Looking at the eyes of everyone, he guessed seven or eight points, and his fear of the traversers increased by three points.

This man was much scarier than he imagined.

"Is there another person?" asked the traverser.

"There's no need to wait, he may not be here for a while!" Wang Qiong said.

When everyone heard the words, they all looked at him in unison.

Except for the traverser, everyone was extremely curious about the seventh person.

However, Wang Qiong didn't seem to give them a chance to signal to Lu Li.

hum...

Lu Li walked up to the ancient monument, raised his right arm lightly, and put his broad palm on the ancient monument.

In an instant, the ancient inscription seemed to be revived, and the word "luck" on it suddenly changed and reorganized.

Doom!

"This is the "Moment Dharma Scripture", which records the imprints of Taoism in all ages!" Everyone's eyes lit up, revealing incomparable fanaticism.

Using Lu Li as the key, he opened the "Final Dharma Scripture".

Wang Qiong and the others came up with sacred plans one after another, and streaks of fiery light came out and sank into the ancient monument.

As if inspired, their bodies gradually became lighter and floated towards the ancient monument, and then, an irreversible force of devouring swallowed them into the ancient monument.

"This feeling……"

At the moment of entering the ancient monument, something in Wang Qiong's body seemed to wake up suddenly.

That is a certain brand engraved in the blood.

"Let me lie in the sky... One day... I will destroy this day..." The angry roar echoed endlessly on the ruins.

"From today... I am no longer Wang Futian..."

"My name is Wang Qiong... the vault of the broken sky!"

That scene flashed in his mind again. Among the ruins, the child's eyes were like a sharp sword, stimulating the deepest part of Wang Qiong's heart.

rumbling...

Bursts of roaring thunder gods pulled Wang Qiong back from his thoughts.

Thunder light flickered all around, like the chaos of the open sky, and the dense air filled the space between the sky and the earth.

"here it is……"

Wang Qiong stood on the barren land, looking at it, there was no end, only the roads of thunder intersected with the land in the distance.

The scene at this moment is somewhat similar to the wasteland, but it is even more terrifying, just like the real end of the world.

"The end of the Dharma is coming, and all dharmas will be extinguished... In this space, there really is no one way!" Wang Qiong sighed.

The world in "The Last Dharma Scripture" is the same as the wasteland, the aura is exhausted and it is difficult to practice.

"Where are the others?" Wang Qiong looked around.

On the vast land, he is the only one.

This place is too big, even if the spiritual consciousness spread out, there is no breath of life.

Wang Qiong gave up, he followed one direction, and continued to move forward. With the experience of wasteland, this piece of desperate land is nothing to him.

In his fire ring, there is enough imperial jade and rice, as well as monster meat, even if he stays here for two or three years, it will not be a problem.

In fact, there are records in the "Eastern Mystery Record" about the various volumes of the Mofa scriptures.

Everyone's karma is different, and the scenes they see will also be different.

What Wang Qiong saw was the vast world, a complete chaos, without direction, without support, and without guidance.

This may be his state of mind, or reality.

What other people see may not be like this, it may be a vast ocean, or it may be a land of beautiful women...

Everyone's growth experience is different, and the scenes they see are naturally different.

The so-called impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and death!

Everything in the world is impermanent and indeterminate. The so-called reality is the reflection in the heart!

I don't know how far I walked, and a cave suddenly appeared in front of me.

That cave is extremely strange, like a knife edge inserted horizontally above the ground.

Wang Qiong's heart skipped a beat and he walked in.

The entrance of the cave was narrow, and it came to the end after a while, and the soft light came through, which made Wang Qiong feel a little uncomfortable.

"Little brother, this is the most powerful blade passed down from generation to generation in the clan. Whoever can pull it out will become the strongest!"

A woman's voice came, revealing a trace of fanaticism and longing.

Wang Qiong was stunned!

In front of me, on the side of the cliff, a young girl looked at the high altar with devout eyes.

Beside her, stood a child, chubby, round, white, about five or six years old.

The boy looked blank, as if he didn't know what he just said.

Wang Qiong raised his eyes and saw a knife blade inserted horizontally on the altar.

Black blade!
"That's..." Wang Qiong was shocked.

The black blade fell into a deep sleep like a terrifying creature, but the aura it exuded was ominous and catastrophic.

"Sister, the clan elder said... this is a cursed blade!" the boy tugged at the corner of the girl's clothes and muttered in a low voice.

"That's because no one can control it!" The girl's eyes were full of longing.

"This knife once brought us supreme glory, but from the moment it was sealed in dust, we have fallen..."

As the girl said, a gloomy look flashed in her bright eyes.

"Little pig, pull it out, and you can regain the glory of the clan and become the strongest."

"Why do you want to be Xeon?" asked the boy who was called Little Pig.

"This way no one will bully us anymore." The girl's eyes became extremely determined.

She turned her head and looked at her only younger brother, with a soft look in her resolute eyes.

"With my sister here, I will never let anyone bully you, little guy."

While speaking, the girl rubbed the boy's head vigorously.

"I also want to become stronger and protect my sister!"

"Then let's work hard together!" The girl laughed and hugged the boy into her arms.

Wang Qiong was like a spectator, watching everything in front of him.

This seems to be the imprint of a period of time, which is permanently engraved in this ancient cave.

His eyes were deep and dignified, and he looked at the black blade inserted horizontally into the altar.

Even if it was just a mark, he could still feel the strong ominousness.

Perhaps it was, as the boy said, a cursed blade.

The light and shadow dissipated, and time flowed before Wang Qiong's eyes like running water.

In a blink of an eye, the boy grew into a young man. He practiced hard and laid a very solid foundation.

As for his older sister, she was even more stunning. As a woman, she was the best in the clan, surpassing the feelings of her peers, and enjoying the admiration of her peers.

However, she doesn't seem to be satisfied with this.

Every once in a while, she would leave the clan, fight in the wilderness, and fight monsters. During the life-and-death experience, her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and her strength also increased.

As for her younger brother, with the protection of such a sister, the boy enjoyed a happy and peaceful time like a flower in a greenhouse.

For him, life seems to be without any suffering and pain, and everything is full of hope.

Until one day, the clan hidden in the ancient mountains was attacked by a monster.

The night fell and invaded the land like a nightmare.

Under the moonlight, the monster poured in like gray mist, invading the ancestral land of the ancient clan.

Blood was stained, bones were everywhere, and the horrific wailing turned into a nightmare that would never go away.

At that time, under the protection of his sister, the boy was hiding under the stone mill. Through the gap, he saw that all the clansmen who had been infected by the gray mist had turned into walking corpses.

There is no longer the brilliance of human beings in their eyes, and they are like ghosts, constantly killing and biting their own people.

Gradually, the blood and bones of those walking corpses gradually peeled off, and became a wisp of gray mist, and finally became the same existence as that monster.

"Humble human beings, you have already seen the years of my family's rule...Remember forever, you are just piglets raised by my king..."

The terrifying roar echoed in the deep mountains like a clamoring declaration.

After the blood feast, those monsters like gray mist were not wiped out. For them, this place was their breeding ground.

As the night faded, the monsters also left frantically and contentedly.

The ancestral land that has been doomed is like a slaughterhouse for Shura, with blood, bones, broken arms and limbs everywhere...

The former partner fell in front of him, leaving only a few broken bones.

The former relatives, friends and teachers were also buried in the loess, becoming a pool of flesh and blood.

There were screams of fear and heart-piercing cries everywhere.

For all survivors, the pain of living is heavier than death.

Wang Qiong remained silent and watched quietly.

For ordinary humans, they have long forgotten the horror of monsters. Only those who have truly experienced death and slaughter know that the threat of this family has never been far away.

There is great terror hidden among the monsters, and many ancient bloodlines are completely beyond human cognition.

"How could this be...how could this be..." The young man crawled out from under the stone roller. He looked at the terrifying scene in front of him, his eyes trembling, full of despair and helplessness.

This may be the nightmare of his life.

"Damn...we are too weak!"

At this moment, my sister's voice came from behind.

The boy turned his head to look, his body shook violently.

His older sister, the woman who was once so graceful, has already lost her arm, dripping with scarlet blood.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten the pain, and there was only hatred on her pretty face. She hated those monsters, and at the same time hated her own weakness.

"Sister..." The young man staggered towards him.

"Weakness is a sin...that's why we will be robbed and punished..." The girl murmured softly, she glanced at her brother, and a flash of determination flashed in her dim eyes.

This night is destined to be full of blood and sadness.

From this day on, the young man became taciturn, and he meditated hard, not knowing whether he wanted to protect or escape.

Light and shadow disperse, the same full moon night.

The terrifying roar shook the sky and came again.

The teenager woke up from the nightmare. He trembled all over and felt fear. The memory of that night flooded in like a flood.

He rushed out of the house madly, but there was no one in the ancestral land.

In the extreme distance, those gray mist-like monsters are getting closer and closer.

The boy ran and fled desperately. When he fled to that cliff, he was completely stunned by the scene before him.

On the altar, the blood relatives of the clan fell one by one in the girl's hands, their corpses piled up like a hill, and the scarlet blood was like a stream, not heading towards the black blade.

"Why...why?" The young man couldn't believe it. He walked up to the altar slowly, as if he wanted to recognize that strange yet familiar face.

But when he got closer, he stopped.

"If you are too weak, you can't protect it...this knife...you need to sacrifice the blood of your closest relatives...to get it...you can become the strongest..."

The boy's elder sister was almost insane, her eyes were full of enthusiasm, and she walked towards the boy with a sharp knife in her hand.

"Sister...you...you want to kill me..." The young man was at a loss, with pain in his shocked eyes.

call……

Under the moonlit night, the terrifying wailing sound was getting closer and closer.

That shadow rushed towards the boy.

The scarlet blood infected the boy's body. He raised his arm, looked at his blood-stained hands, and then at his sister lying in his arms. A sharp blade protruded from his body.

At this moment, there was only shock in the boy's eyes.

"Too weak...you can't...from today...you have to protect...you..."

In the night wind, that ray of fragrance died away in the arms of the young man.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Under the dark night, the boy raised his head and howled, crying heartbreakingly.

That night, he lost everything, and it seemed that his cursed fate had only truly awakened at this moment.

Contaminated with the curse of the clan and close relatives, on the altar, the black blade slowly revived.

rumbling...

The gray mist-like monster covered the sky and rushed over.

Above the corpse, the young man suddenly became different. He slowly pulled out the black blade that had been covered in dust for a long time, and with just one slash, the sky and the earth died out, the sun and the moon dimmed, and all the monsters in the sky were turned into ashes.

At this moment, Wang Qiong's expression changed suddenly, and he finally felt a familiar aura.

"Old... Boss!?"

(End of this chapter)