Supreme Juggernaut

Chapter 11 The Old Sword Hilt
"what is this?"

When his thoughts turned to his dantian, he saw a very incredible scene, which made him shocked out loud.

He unexpectedly saw a worn-out sword hilt floating in his dantian.

Yes, that's right, a sword handle.

The sword hilt was pale in color, extremely old, and looked very dilapidated, with dense cracks all over it, as if it would fall apart when it was blown by the wind or touched by your fingers.

Such a strange old sword hilt appeared in Li Changan's dantian, which shocked him very much. He had never heard of such a thing in the body of any monk. Obviously, this is somewhat abnormal.

"Could it be that this weird hilt has absorbed the qi that I have worked so hard to perceive for ten years, making me unable to become a monk?" Li Changan murmured in his heart.

He thought of a lot in an instant, and suddenly thought of the things that he hadn't been able to condense for the past ten years. From this point of view, it is indeed close to each other.

Li Changan was right. It was this weird hilt that absorbed the Qi that Li Changan had painstakingly condensed over the past ten years. As a medium, let it be born.

"What the hell is this?"

The more Li Changan looked at it, the more weird he felt.

It stood quietly in the void of Li Changan's dantian, as if it was the master of the entire dantian, without any movement, it could make the rhythm of the entire dantian follow it.

It doesn't have much momentum, but just standing there, Li Changan knows it is the center at a glance.

This was a very strange scene, which aroused Li Changan and made him want to explore what it was.

He put all his thoughts on the hilt of the sword in the dantian, observed it carefully, and urged a little bit of aura to try it.

As soon as he had a movement in his mind, suddenly, the hilt of the sword exuded an extremely faint breath, as if it came from ancient times, and the vicissitudes of life are long and unpredictable.

This trace of aura emanating out immediately made Li Changan's mind roar, his whole body trembled, and he felt a sense of powerlessness as Wanshan pressed against his body.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned to the ancient times, and vaguely saw that there were all living beings of all races devoting sacrifices around him. Shadow, standing in the boundless void, its shadow covers the world, there is a sense of unreality
At this moment, it seemed that ten thousand years had passed. When Li Changan woke up from his intoxication, there seemed to be a trace of vicissitudes on his body, and there was a look of bewilderment in his eyes. He didn't know what happened. .
Around it, the countless ants, insects and small beasts living under the cave all gushed out of the ground the moment the breath disappeared, rushing out frantically, forming a dense black torrent for a while
They all bypassed Li Changan, they didn't dare to touch him within three feet, they hid as far as they could, the awe seemed to feel the aura of the king, and they didn't dare to blaspheme.

After a long time, a trace of clarity appeared in Li Changan's bewildered eyes. After thinking hard about the things in his mind, his eyes revealed a look of horror.

"The impact of this dilapidated sword hilt is so great, and a trace of aura made me sink for such a long time. It's really too terrifying. This"

Thinking of the scene just now, Li Changan let out a long breath to ease the shock in his heart. The reappearance of the wild scene in an instant made his heart extremely shocked.

Then, a bright color appeared in his eyes. Although he didn't know what it was, did he know that it must be something extraordinary, otherwise, he wouldn't have absorbed his aura for ten years. Nor will I let myself feel reckless for a moment.

He focused on the touch again with his mind, wanting to have a look and study it, but there was no response to the hilt, it was just like a fine iron hilt, with a trace of decay on it.

"It doesn't matter, this thing must be a treasure. I don't have the qualifications to manipulate it yet. Now, let's improve my cultivation first."

After pondering for a while, Li Changan got up, picked up the package and long sword on the ground, and left the cave.

He was going to a place to improve his strength, and when he thought of that place, a chill appeared in his eyes.

This place is the place where Xiong Manyun and everyone in the tribe encountered a catastrophe when he was young. It is here that all the people in the Xiong tribe died except Xiong Manyun.

This is the place where Xiong Manyun's life changed, so Li Changan was deeply impressed by this place.

He clearly remembered the words his adoptive father had said to him the night before his death.

It was about a month ago. The old and weak Xiong Manyun was lying on the stone bed, his breath was weak, and it seemed that he could not last long.

He lay quietly on the bed, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and told Li Changan the story of what happened back then.

At that time, he was still a strong young man of the tribe, and also a mid-level fighter at the sixth level of the spiritual body, and he was the backbone of the tribe.

He went hunting with the people in the tribe. On the way back, he smelled a fragrance that made people feel fragrant. For a while, everyone's eyes lit up.

The source of this fragrance is definitely a treasure like a strange flower and fruit, and Qi is not very far away from them.

After searching, everyone found this spiritual fruit in a nearby barren mountain cave.

It is indeed a strange spiritual fruit, it is a small red fruit produced by a small emerald green tree, and it grows in a pool of water in the cave.

The surface of the small crimson fruit is full of red clouds, surrounded by mist, as if it grows in the clouds and puffs out fairy mist, which is enviable.

Although everyone didn't know its name, they all knew that it was a remarkable spiritual fruit.

Including myself, there are nine monks in the hunting team of the tribe, the leader of which is Xiong Peng, the son of the old patriarch, with a cultivation base of the seventh level of the spiritual realm.

He suggested that everyone gather around and absorb the essence of this spiritual fruit together. There was no doubt in everyone's mind, and they all gathered together.

When everyone was reunited, he struck out in a thunderbolt, and flashes of sword light that were as fast as lightning passed the throats of everyone, killing them all.

However, Xiong Manyun is a monk at the sixth level of the spiritual body. In the hunting team, he is second only to him in terms of strength. He avoided the attack for a moment and fell into the pool. Finally, a sword pierced Xiong Manyun's heart, causing him to lose consciousness.

Fortunately, Xiong Manyun did not die. When he woke up, he saw the corpses all over the ground, and felt sad. Then, he also saw Xiong Peng's corpse. He felt chills in his heart, and hurriedly fled the cave.

(End of this chapter)