Sword God Cultivation System

coming.This is the most critical tribulation thunder, this existence that even Wan Sanqian doesn't know.

Wutian murmured softly: "Amitabha." There was an expression of reminiscence on his face, and Wan Sanqian just caught this expression.

"Senior Brother Wutian, do you know the origin of this tribulation thunder?" Immediately, Wan Sanqian came to his senses. If there is anyone in the cultivation world who can know this tribulation thunder that is not even recorded in ancient books, it is only the former Buddha in front of him. The enemy of the world, the Wutian Living Buddha whose cultivation level is not comparable to that of the Tathagata.

"When I came back from Avici Hell, I passed through the world of extinct Buddhas and finally became the body of Mara. This is a Buddha kalpa similar to the second thunder kalpa. This kalpa is not only for the physical body, but also for the way you pursue. All the people in this catastrophe have become giants in the upper realm. For hundreds of thousands of years, only Tathagata from the Buddhist world, Ran Deng, Maitreya, Donghuang from the fairy world, Ziwei, Sanqing, and Jun Xiaochen were lucky enough to survive this catastrophe. Standing at the top of the upper realm, you are on par with the way of heaven." The young monk's immature face is full of memories, and he was also proud of himself back then, once commanding the Three Realms.If it weren't for the combination of the stone monkey body relic and the Tathagata's power, I'm afraid I would still be the incomparable Wutian Buddha Lord back then.But now is also good, the new sky has new opportunities.

Hearing these remarks, Wan Sanqian's eyes widened. Existence like Immortal Emperor Sanqing?Qin Pufeng has actually reached this point?

Meanwhile, Fairyland.

A middle-aged man with sword eyebrows and stars shook his head in disappointment, and said to the woman beside him, "Ah Lu, we have failed in the end."

The woman next to her actually looks exactly the same as the leader of the Dao League in the cultivation world, no matter in temperament, appearance, or even name.It's just that she doesn't have the queenly temperament of the leader of the alliance, but pouted like a little girl, and said angrily: "It's true, you actually sealed the power of my clone, otherwise it wouldn't be here today In such a situation, is he really unwilling to come back?"

The man patted Ah Lu's head dotingly, and said affectionately: "Differences do not conspire with each other, I betrayed him back then, so it is understandable for him to find another host."

Enjoying the man's touch, the anger on Ah Lu's face dissipated in an instant, but she closed her eyes with an expression of enjoyment, and hugged the man tightly.

It's just that she didn't see the sternness flashing in the man's eyes now.

No words, you will regret it.

The golden thunder tribulation landed on Qin Pufeng's body.He didn't resist at all, or he couldn't resist at all, his whole body was suppressed and he couldn't move, and the surging spiritual power in his body seemed to be frozen at this moment.At this moment, he really panicked, he couldn't even control his body, how could he resist?
Under the golden thunder calamity, Qin Pufeng's whole body disappeared, as if this world never existed.

"What's the situation?" Old Man Duan was stunned at the time, there was no violent collision, no force that made them palpitate, but simply disappeared?

"Don't worry." The figures of Wan Sanqian and Wutian appeared in front of the three of them.

"Junior Brother, do you know what happened?" Zang Feng looked at Wan Sanqian with a calm face and immediately asked. After all, as Qin Pufeng's master, he should be the one who is most worried about besides Old Man Duan at this moment.

Wan Sanqian did not answer, but glanced at Wutian.

Wutian clasped his hands together, and after saying "Amitabha", he said eloquently: "The last kalpa of the ninety-nine heavens is the Tao kalpa."

"Dao Jie?" The master of Shushan Daomen immediately asked suspiciously.

Wutian nodded: "The calamity of Dao is not aimed at the body of Lord Qin, but the Dao he is pursuing. If his Dao appraisal is incomparable and without any flaws, this calamity will be as if nothing happened. If If there is a flaw in the way, he will enter a special place to perfect his way, and if the way of the sword is not perfect, he will not emerge from it."

Perfect?Zang Feng frowned, neither Wansanqian nor he dared to say that his kendo is perfect, even after thousands of years of practice, he didn't even perfect his kendo, not because he didn't try but After trying for hundreds of years, he couldn't take that step after all.Can this kid who has practiced for less than 20 years really perfect his swordsmanship?

Where is this?Qin Pufeng came to a strange space. There was nothing in the space, but it was filled with dazzling golden light. The shackles on his body had disappeared, and he had gained temporary freedom, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Suddenly a picture appeared in front of his eyes.

"Who are you!" A little boy was wearing a dirty vest with black and red marks, his hands were open, and red liquid kept falling from his palms, his eyes were bloodshot, and his immature face had a trace of fear for the unknown. He is more fearful but more determined. Behind him is a little girl with disheveled hair tightly clutching the boy's vest. Although it is covered by dirt, it can be seen that the face under the dirt is pink and jade-like, It's a beautiful girl, but her eyes are a little red, with a little dew hanging from the corners of her eyes.

A man about 30 years old squatted down, looked at the resolute boy, smiled and said, "Do you want to protect your sister?" His voice was calm but with a hint of delusion.

The boy looked at the man close at hand, and frowned, as if he was thinking about the meaning of the man's words.

"If you want to protect her, follow me, and no one will bully you again." The man's tone didn't change, but he was extremely majestic. The ten-year-old boy seemed a little moved, but he still didn't move at all and stood motionless. in place.

"Don't believe me? How about I kill them for you?" The man stood up, looked around, and looked at the people who were facing the enemy, their faces were full of horror, and there was a twitching man lying on the ground, His face was bloody, his ears were mutilated, and the blood-stained toothbrush pierced his neck.

"Kill them, and I will go with you." The boy said the second sentence.

"Agreed?"

"It's a word."

The man smiled happily, as if the boy's promise was a great joy for him. Immediately with a wave of his right hand, an invisible force cut all the men and women around him in half, and the blood flowed on the ground, gradually turning red This room is less than [-] square meters. .

Facing such a bloody scene, the little girl trembled, tightly closed her eyes and leaned against the boy's back.The boy immediately turned around and hugged the girl, but his bloodshot eyes were fixed on those corpses that were dripping with red and yellow things. He was a little afraid, a little excited, and a little expectant. He just kept staring, and it took a while to see To the man who kept looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Want to learn?"

The boy nodded emphatically.

"I teach you."

The man held the boy's hand, and the boy's other hand held the girl's hand.

"My name is Qin Pufeng, and her name is Qin Xin." The boy said suddenly.

The man nodded, and led the two children out of the room.

Outside the room, the words on a plaque that had fallen to the ground were faintly visible.

Qin's Orphanage.

At that time, the boy was ten years old and the girl was eight years old. They met in the orphanage for three months.Later, a group of people came here, captured the dean and teachers, and took away many orphans, and took them to unknown places.People disappeared every day, and these orphans were crying every day, but Qin Pufeng didn't, and he held Qin Xin's hand tightly every day.

Until that day, the group of people reached out to Qin Xin, ready to take her away.He changed, became irritable, became crazy, he took the hidden toothbrush and stabbed the man's eyes fiercely, he jumped on him and bit off his ear, he stabbed him frantically with the toothbrush until his face was beyond recognition, until his breathing was weak, and he fell to the ground in convulsions.And the strangers around who were going to subdue him did not dare to act rashly because of this man who was about 30 years old.

That memory.

Qin Pufeng didn't know why, but just smiled when he saw this scene again.That painful memory, that crazy memory, and that turning point.Zhu Wushuang gave him and Xiner everything, so he is willing to do anything.Because of him, I stepped into the way of swordsmanship, because of him, the life of myself and my sister is no longer for living, because of him, he and my sister live better, better than most people, because of him, I can have a chance Get to know Hui Xin, get to know Tang Qi.

What is your kendo?
Suddenly a voice sounded from the bottom of his heart.

The picture dissipated, but the ten-year-old Qin Pufeng stayed behind, the blood in his hand dripping as if it would never dry up.The pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him tightly, without speaking.

"My way of the sword is for protection." Qin Pufeng's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his appraisal was incomparable.

"For the sake of protection, can we commit murder?" Ten-year-old Qin Pufeng spoke, his voice was a little strange to him, but it was very familiar.

Ten-year-old Qin Pufeng waved his blood-stained hand, and another picture appeared in front of his eyes.

14 years old.It was a youthful age. For any junior high school student, it was an age that had just entered adolescence, when boys and girls had strange feelings in their hearts but were afraid to express them under the pressure of their studies and teachers and parents.

At this time, Qin Pufeng had been learning swordsmanship from Zhu Wushuang for four years, his talent in swordsmanship had exploded, and he had reached the peak of Houtian warriors in four years, and Zhu Wushuang had started to ask him to do some missions in the Ninth Division from time to time.

This time, he was sent to the place where the war was raging, the place where the yellow race and the white race were fighting endlessly for resources.

At the age of 14, he does not have the vigor of a teenager, nor the restlessness of youth, but only a face that has experienced vicissitudes prematurely and eyes that have no emotional fluctuations.