Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Just then, Xiao Xiaohong beside him spoke timidly.

"Anle, are you worried about this sword?"

"Ok?"

Anle looked at the woman in red strangely. Since leaving Taoist Kong's cave, Xiao Xiaohong's presence has become much lower.

Sometimes she would stare blankly into the sky, as if she was pondering a serious question, or as if she was recalling some lost memories.

Xiao Xiaohong continued, "There is a mark of consciousness on it, which is connected to the terrible monster in the distance..."

Hearing this, Anle's eyes lit up: "Do you have a solution?"

Xiao Xiaohong was a little unconfident: "Maybe, I can give it a try."

Seeing her unsure look, Anle still didn't let Xiao Xiaohong try it directly. If she succeeded, it would be fine. But if she failed, the consequences would be disastrous.

Anyway, Anle can try and make errors in the deduction and there is no need to rush.

******

Soon, Anle quietly left the tent and came to a relatively remote corner.

After making sure that there was no one around, he slowly drew the Luxian Sword from its scabbard.

hum-

The white blade was unsheathed, the sword body rang, and the strong murderous aura spread like sword light.

The surrounding trees were rustling and leaves were falling.

This resentment was directed at everything around it. It did not weaken towards Anle who was holding the hilt of the sword, but became even stronger. It was like an unruly monster that showed its sharp fangs and wanted to bite everyone.

The reason why Luxian is called the "evil sword" is not only because it can exert evil and ferocious power, but also because it can even backfire on its own master!

It is said that the three previous masters of Luxian all died in extremely miserable ways, as if their hearts were being devoured by thousands of souls.

Anle, who had refined this sword through deduction, naturally knew the reason behind it.

The source of the Immortal Killer's extremely fierceness is actually the resentful souls refined in those red and black cracks. Each crack is an imprint carved by an immortal cultivator, integrating their hatred and spiritual essence into it.

How could an evil sword forged in this way not be fierce?

Its previous owners, including the prince, used the method of killing immortals, all of which was to suppress the resentful spirits with vigorous energy and blood, until they were frightened and scared, and then drive them to fight for themselves.

At this time, Anle did not intend to do so.

In his consciousness, the entire Sword of Killing Immortals seemed to be shrouded in blood and black shadows, with countless resentful and painful faces looming in it. The faces included men and women, old and young, and even babies less than a month old. Each of them had a horrible appearance, with tears and blood in their eyes, and they looked like evil spirits.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the whispers, roars and curses of the resentful souls.

“It hurts… Senior Sister, it hurts so much…”

"Mom, I don't want to die..."

"The Divine Emperor... Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Why are you still alive? Why...were the ones who died?"

Most of these words were chaotic and disordered, representing the last thoughts of the deceased before his death. However, the resentment and hatred that were so strong that they seemed tangible made Anle's hair stand on end and he felt uncomfortable.

Anle took a deep breath, controlled his emotions and calmed himself down. Instead of moving away from the Immortal Slayer, he moved his spiritual consciousness closer.

Sensing this familiar presence, the ghosts' resentment seemed to stagnate briefly, but then it immediately surged up again like a wave, drowning this spiritual consciousness.

Anle's behavior is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

If one is not careful, his spirit will be infected by resentment, thus distorting and changing his character.

But Anle did it anyway. He no longer rejected those shrill sounds but accepted them. Gradually, his mind sank.

The many resentful souls had never encountered such a situation. Although the resentment and evil spirits remained, they were unable to shake Anle's consciousness.

On a bloody crack at the very center of the Luxian Sword, an old face opened his eyes.

His eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, but amidst his madness there was still a hint of clarity.

The old man looked at Anle in front of him, and then slowly approached him.

The other resentful souls around them all automatically made way for them, showing expressions of awe.

This awe seems to be engraved deep in their souls, and even though they have been dead for a long time, they cannot be forgotten.

Anle sensed the old man approaching and responded with his spiritual sense.

"I've met senior."

The old man did not respond, but just stared at him indifferently.

"I'm from Taixu Palace. I've already achieved the Golden Elixir. By chance, I got this magic sword and I know its past."

The old man still didn't speak, like a hollow puppet.

"I dare not promise anything to you, senior, but if I have the chance in the future, I will definitely cut off the head of the Great Thai Divine Emperor and kill him."

Anle's attitude was extremely serious.

This is not only for the immortal cultivators who died because of the Great Tai Divine Emperor, but also for the Taoist Kong whose soul has been destroyed.

Before Kong Dao Ren completely disappeared, she made a request to An Le.

That is... killing Taia!

Anle naturally knew that his current strength was low, and the gap between him and the Divine Emperor was like an insurmountable chasm, but if he reached that height in the future, he would not forget this promise.

Hearing this, the old man's expression finally changed, with a hint of mockery in his surprise, as if he was laughing at his arrogance.

Anle continued, "When I leave the Great Tai Dynasty, I will destroy this sword so that all of you seniors will no longer suffer from the torment."

As soon as these words were spoken, the old man was slightly moved. He put away his previous ridicule and looked at Anle deeply.

Then, a blood-colored sword energy floated out from Luxian and landed on Anle's chest.

He did not stop it, but let the sword energy pierce into his body.

After a burst of biting cold, the sword energy entered his body, and a faint mark appeared on the skin of his chest.

At this time, when Anle looked at Luxian again, he no longer felt the strong hostility and resentment as before. Instead, he felt an indescribable sense of intimacy, as if... it had become a part of himself.

The countless resentful souls around the sword gradually calmed down and looked at Anle silently, with no emotion visible in their empty eyes.

"Thank you, senior!"

Anle bowed deeply to the shadow of the old man.

The old man never said a word, but turned and returned to the crack.

By this time, Anle knew that he had mastered the Immortal Killer and could unleash a power several times stronger than its previous owner.

Anle waved his hand lightly.

Swah——

The extremely fast sword light flashed in the night, with a terrifying cold light and murderous aura.

All the trees within a few dozen meters were cut in half and fell down one after another like harvested wheat. The entire small forest was razed to the ground in an instant.

The cross-section of the tree trunk was as smooth as jade, but there was still a hint of evil on it. It was quickly withering, and its vitality was disappearing like running water.

Not far away, there happened to be a hidden demon snake in the range of sword energy.

Anle walked over to it.

This demon beast, which was about the third level, dodged the sword's attack and had no injuries on its body, but the whole snake was stiff and its life was gone. There were even gray ice crystals on its body, and it died from the cold evil spirit.

Seeing such power, Anle's face showed a bit of satisfaction.

Although the Immortal-Slaying Sword is an evil sword, its power is astonishing enough, and is not inferior to the magic weapons of some Nascent Soul cultivators.

Its characteristics are also extremely compatible with Anle. After taming this sword, Anle's combat power has undoubtedly reached a new level.

The unusual movement in the forest quickly attracted the attention of other warriors.

Some people saw the only figure standing on the plain, and couldn't help but tremble in their hearts and greeted hurriedly.

"Master Lu!"

Anle responded calmly: "Don't worry, I'm just testing the sword."

These warriors smelled the sticky evil spirit in the air and felt a chill all over their bodies. They also saw the withered and shriveled trees and the unexpectedly tragic death of the demon snake, and felt even more frightened.

"This Lord Lu is indeed worthy of his reputation!"

"What a strange death. Is this the power of the Evil Sword that Kills Immortals?"

They only felt that the image of Anle before them became more mysterious and unfathomable.

******

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

Suyun County.

This small county town is a relatively peripheral county town of Liuzhou and its population is not sparse.

At the same time, according to rumors from some people in the martial arts world, this place was also one of the first counties where the Human Immortal Sect spread.

At this moment in Suyun City, a woman was searching aimlessly in the ruins. She didn't know what she was looking for, but... it should be something very important.

A woman walks through a dilapidated street.

This was once the most prosperous place in Suyun City with many shops gathered here. All kinds of martial arts halls, brothels, and clothing stores were gathered here. In the past, people came and went, shoulder to shoulder, and the hawkers' cries could be heard one after another. Young ladies from wealthy families and heroes from the martial arts world could often be seen here, making it very lively.

nowadays……

The streets were still crowded with people, but their eyes were numb and bloodshot, their clothes were tattered, and their stiff bodies constantly emitted a foul stench.

They either drooled or made low, meaningless roars as they walked slowly and aimlessly in this dead city.

The shops were beyond recognition, as the items inside had been looted long before the riot began. The wooden cabinets, tables and chairs were all toppled over and the place was in a mess.

Among them, there were several corpses that had lost their temperature and begun to rot. They had died before the others turned into zombies.

The woman turned a blind eye to all this. Her withered hands casually rummaged through a pile of debris, and the jade rings on her wrists jingled as if she was searching for something.

Whether it was prosperity or decline, it made no difference to her. She just wanted to find that very important thing, that's all.

After a while, the woman searched in vain and squeezed out through a crack in the wall with difficulty.

"Roar……"

The zombies around her made hoarse growls, but she pretended not to hear them. Her cloudy eyes blankly swept across the ruins in front of her. She felt inexplicably that these houses looked familiar, overlapping with the vague memories in her mind.

That was where she had lived for several years. There were two men, one big and one small, around her, a dim but warm fire, and steaming meals.

It was clearly a scene that happened not long ago, but to her, it seemed so far away that she could not reach it.

Suddenly, a smell attracted the woman's attention.

She suddenly raised her body and looked in one direction among the ruins.

The woman's sense of smell was obviously extremely dull, but this smell made her world suddenly come alive, and her weak and feeble body seemed to be injected with new vitality.

She stretched out her legs and ran towards that direction joyfully, bursting out with unprecedented speed, knocking away the zombies along the way.

"Roar!"

The zombies nearby were attracted by her unusual behavior, and roars came one after another, with a hint of dissatisfaction and anger.

The woman was actually very afraid of the moving zombies, but compared to the attraction of the smell, this fear was nothing.

She ran faster and faster, leaving the zombies and fear behind, and even the shoes on her feet fell off.

Until she turned a wall, the woman opened her eyes wide and stared at the scene in front of her.

A young boy had just crawled out from his hiding place underground. His face was dirty and he looked pale and thin, but there was still a light in his eyes.

The woman was extremely excited. She smiled, ran over and opened her arms to hug the boy.

But the moment the boy looked up and saw her, his face was filled with fear. He was so scared that he couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

The woman was a little puzzled and wanted to ask: "Son, it's for mother..."

But the only sound that came out of her mouth was a hoarse growl.

"Roar!"

The next second, a vicious wind blew, and a hatchet fell from the side, cutting off her head.