The strong from the wild

**Get together!

As the name suggests, this supernatural power is a cultivator who can dissipate the soul of the dead, and can reunite the dispersed soul and body particles, even if they are turned into hundreds of millions of dust, even if they are located in the deepest part of the world. At the same place, the two can be reunited into one again, reappearing between the heaven and the earth, and resurrected from the dead.

If he was resurrected with the ** Gathering Art, why would this eternal corpse be left behind?

According to common sense, this eternal rotting corpse should be revived again under the effect of the ** Gathering Jue, how could it stay in the soul.

Could it be that this eternal rotting corpse is not the corpse of the Great Demon King Bo Xun himself?

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head. He didn't think too much about it, and he didn't care about it too much. He only controlled the sword energy in his body and galloped in the direction where Bo Xun the Great Demon King was flying back.

And the big demon king Bo Xun, who was originally pushed, also galloped again and returned to the battlefield.

His original height of three to five meters had disappeared, but instead turned into a blood-colored sword, extremely sharp, and came towards Ximen Chuuxue to assassinate him.

On the edge of the sword, there are two ancient inscriptions, shining brightly.

Shura!

Huo Ran is the word Shura.

The sword energy is sharp and scorching eyes are incomparable.

The edge of the sword is bright red, like a burning bloody sun.

There is a vast and boundless aura that rushes out from the edge of the sword.

This kind of kendo aura was so strong that Ximen Chuuxue was suffocated, his eyes narrowed involuntarily, he could already feel it, this kind of kendo aura was almost the same as the second sword of Abi Yuantu in the hands of his master Liu Yi , and the sword intent emanating from it is also very similar to the second sword of Abi Yuantu, as if it came from the same source.

"Good come!"

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards the sword's edge.

Bo Xun's voice came from far away in the sky, and along with the sword edge, he came vibrating, "This sword is called Shura! Back then, my ancestor Minghe created the Shura clan, and there were eight Shura tribes. Western Buddhism Amitabha and Zhunti The two masters imitated my ancestor Minghe and also founded the Eight Heavenly Dragons of Buddhism. If it weren’t for the fact that both Amitabha and Zhunti were both masters, their behavior of imitating would be enough to laugh out the teeth of all living beings in the world! Now Shura The Eight Tribes are gone, only this sword will survive forever, if you don’t have the peerless sword in hand, you will definitely die today.”

After the words were finished, Jianfeng arrived instantly.

The voice of the Bo Xun Great Demon King is not speaking like ordinary people, nor is it a magical power such as the method of sound transmission.

These voices condensed into a single thought, which was conveyed to Ximen Chuixue's heart, and exploded with a bang, scattering countless messages.At the same time as this voice sounded in Ximen Chuuxue's heart, there were billowing phantoms, endless magic sounds, entangled in Ximen Chuuxue's mind.If he hadn't been determined, he had practiced with Liu Yi for many years, and his mind had already been firmed to an unimaginable level. If it were an ordinary Tianzun, his mind would have been damaged under the impact of this wave of magic sounds. Defeated before fighting!

"The peerless sword?"

Ximen Chuuxue sneered, and faced up to the difficulties, "What about the peerless swords? Although the ten peerless swords shocked the world, they were incomparable. No matter how powerful you are, you can't compare to the cultivator Zhong Ling Shenxiu, let alone me as a swordsman, and even more so compared to me, Ximen Chuuxue!"

The implication is that swords are dead, but people are alive!

But seeing Ximen Chuixue's breath trembled, and the sword energy galaxy surrounding his body was completely blasted out, he had already given it a go.

Ximen Chuuxue also released this sound with sword intent, and its effect was almost the same as that of the previous demonic sound of the Great Demon King Bo Xun.

But Ximen Chuuxue was already a dead person in Bo Xun's eyes.The Great Demon King Bo Xun is already a man of the Dao, located within the Taoist gate, but in his eyes Ximen Chuuxue is just a practitioner outside the Taoist gate, how can he pronounce it with sword energy and hurt his mind?

"This Shura sword hasn't drank blood since it was born!"

The Great Demon King Bo Xun said: "You are a disciple of Liu Yi's sect, and your cultivation level is also at the level of Tianzun. You can be regarded as accomplished in the way of swordsmanship. Use the essence and blood of your head and the way of swordsmanship you practice to give this Shura The sword opened its front and drank blood, and it is not considered an insult to this sword! From today on, the famous swords in the world no longer only let the peerless sword dominate; from today on, besides the peerless sword, there is another sword in the world, called Shura! "

There was only a bloody sword edge, which scattered the galaxy formed by the countless sword qi released by Ximen Chuuxue.

The only thing coming from the air was the Shura Sword released by the Great Demon King Bo Xun.

The voice of Bo Xun, the Great Demon King, also came from the sword.

As for the body of the big demon king Bo Xun, which was originally three to five meters high, it disappeared without a trace. I don't know if it used the method of transformation to hide it as a dust, or cast an invisibility technique to hide itself, or Hidden in the Shura sword, anyway, there is no news of him, and no trace of him can be found.

The sword light shone all over the sky, revealing every detail between the sky and the earth, even if the Great Demon King Bo Xun hid his body, even if the Great Demon King Bo Xun turned into a speck of dust, there would be nothing to hide.

At this moment, it is the critical moment of the decisive battle.

Ximen Chuuxue looked indifferent, and bowed in the northeast direction.

Xuantianzong is located in the northeast.

Ximen Chuuxue kowtowed to Xuantianzong from a distance, not to perform the sword art of soaring to the sky, but to say goodbye!

In this battle, life or death.

He wants to bid farewell to his sect before he dies in battle.

Ximen Chuuxue dissipated all the sharpness of the sword, leaving only the beam of sword energy hanging above his head, straight to the sky.

"I have a sword called Dust."

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly turned his head and glanced at Meng Chengshen. A thought came out, and words rushed out like a tide, pouring into Meng Chengshen's heart, "Senior and I may perish here in this battle. Immediately after I used this sword art supernatural power, I used the method of communication to convey the picture of today's battle to my three junior sisters, so as to send back the true picture of my sword art supernatural power to Xuantianzong. I, a disciple of the younger generation of the Xuantian Sect, can learn my supernatural power of this sword art, and my Ximen Chuuxue's orthodoxy is not lost, so it will not be a waste of the master's painstaking efforts to teach me!"

When Ximen Chuuxue turned his head and faced Shura's sword again, the stern look on his face was gone.

At this moment, an unparalleled tenderness appeared in Ximen Fuixue's eyes.

Before he became a practitioner, he had a wife in the mortal world.He owns a villa called Wanmei Villa. In the villa, there is an industry that allows him to support his family without worrying about food and clothing. It is making cakes. The cakes are called "wife cakes". For thousands of years, the name of Wife Cake has spread all over the world, but people in the world have long forgotten that the owner of this kind of cake was originally called Ximen Chuuxue.

He thought of Wanmei Mountain Villa, the countless plum blossoms, the winter when he fought against Ye Gucheng on the top of the Forbidden City, and the snow that covered the sky like plum blossoms.

Very rare, Ximen Chuuxue thought of his daughter-in-law again.

It was a woman named Sun.

She doesn't look overwhelming, but she is very delicate, gentle and pleasant.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't even fully read his wife's name in his heart, because he was afraid that his thoughts would be too thick, and his nostalgia would be too thick, because he was afraid that this would affect his mind and thus affect the magical powers he was using in the way of swordsmanship.

This kendo supernatural power is known as the mortal world.

As soon as the sword edge came out, a picture appeared in the beam of sword energy above Ximen Chuuxue's head.

There is a mountain villa in the picture, there are tens of thousands of plum trees, and there are countless plum blossoms.

When this picture appeared, Ximen Chuuxue's physical body had disappeared, replaced by a pure white and flawless sword edge.

This sword goes forward bravely, and there is no one who backs down.

Ximen Chuuxue already understood that today, with his cultivation base of Heavenly Venerable, he will fight the Great Demon King Bo Xun in the Taoist realm, and this is the last sword.

If you don't live, you die!

But in Ximen Chuuxue's heart, it is not without worries.

******

As the saying goes: the unsatisfactory in the world, ten times out of ten.

The same is true for Ximen Chuuxue.

Back then, Liu Yi sent his nine disciples down the mountain to look for opportunities.Before Ximen Chuuxue went down the mountain, he counted with his fingers and felt that the opportunity was approaching. He felt that he should have a fate with a famous sword, so he used the method of engraving stars to seek swords, so he came to the Wuji Magic Way. Ximen Chuuxue never thought about it He was able to retreat completely in this battle. He had thought that he might die in battle at any time, because in the eyes of Ximen Chuuxue, a swordsman can be regarded as an extension of a mortal swordsman. The fate seems to be somewhat similar. The fate of a swordsman is very simple. It is not someone else who dies by his sword Even if he died under someone else's sword, the sword repair seems to be the same... But Ximen Chuuxue did not expect that before he really died in battle, there would be some things he couldn't let go of. Before life and death, he finally remembered Wanmei Villa, recalled my childhood, recalled my wife, and even seemed to recall the taste of wife cakes in my mouth...

He suddenly understood why, over the years, every time he saw the shortbread, he had to eat a few bites, even if the monks who practiced Tianzun no longer needed food.

Suddenly, I understood why I have eaten shortbread all over the world, but I can never get back the taste of the past.

In fact, sometimes, Ximen Chuuxue himself knew that the shortbread he had been late by accident tasted almost the same as the wife's cake from Wanmei Villa back then, but the taste in his mouth was different.

In fact, it’s not that the taste of shortbread has changed, but that as time goes by, people eat more and more different things. The tongue has tasted too many things, and the taste buds are already different, so they will naturally feel that the taste is different.

Just like the things I ate when I was a child, such as certain snacks, if I eat them now, even if they are from the same store and come from the same hands, they will taste different in my mouth.

Therefore, many wanderers who have left home and returned home, when they return to their hometown, they will feel that they will never be able to return to the taste of their childhood when they eat the food they ate when they were children in their hometown.

Then there will be a kind of melancholy, which will appear in my heart, which cannot be dissolved or erased. It is so thick that it makes people feel sad and thick that makes people's nose sore.

This...is nostalgia.

At this moment, Ximen Chuuxue realized that what Hu Tutu had told him was that people are on the verge of life and death, and before dying, when they think back to their childhood, they would think of their wives, children, parents, and could not help crying... These words were not This uncle Hu Tutu is talking nonsense, but the real mantra...