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"Wait a few more hours," Cao Zhe said.

At this time, Hong Qigong couldn't bear it any longer, and asked impatiently: "Brother Master! What are you planning to do?"

Cao Zhe replied briefly: "Calling the soul!"

"Calling the soul? Calling whose soul?" Hong Qigong asked.

Cao Zhe said: "Of course it is the soul of Dugu Qiubai!"

"He wanted a defeat in his life but couldn't get it. Now that he is dead, I want to give him another defeat so that he can die with more peace of mind."

Hong Qigong took the initiative to block the last sentence, and asked in surprise and excitement: "Calling the soul? This... can this really be done?"

Cao Zhe said: "Maybe it can, maybe it can't, isn't there a ready-made soul-calling spell?"

"I'm trying to read it."

"The main reason is that I felt a trace of the sword intent of Dugu Qiubai in this sword." Cao Zhe glanced at the wooden sword held in his arms by the sculpture.

"He may have taken a step forward in the last days of his old age."

"So I want to see if his soul and will are strong enough to answer my call after many years."

Cao Zhe didn't think this kind of experiment was ridiculous.

Stopping for a moment, competing in thousands of worlds, hundreds of millions of people crossing at the same time, these extremely unimaginable things have been experienced.

So what are you talking about denying the existence of soul-calling, resurrection, and ghosts in the world?

As for the limits of the world...?

Are there really limits to the world?

Is it the world or cognition that limits what happens?

When Cao Zhe was in the state of enlightenment, he saw the record of the sun's refining in the sun, and he had been thinking about this problem.

What is not strong enough is only the 'setting' in the world, not the world itself.

If this setting is broken, in a sense, the worlds promoted by the hands behind the Ten Thousand Worlds Arena should all be 'the same'.

Chapter 1 Dugu Sword Soul

In today's Cao Zhe's mind, different worlds may be mass-produced by those who promote the competition of all worlds with the same materials.

That being the case, although the world has different settings, the essence is similar.

As long as certain necessary conditions are formed, it is not necessarily impossible to construct the "possible" in the "impossible" world.

If thinking is limited, ability will be limited.

As night fell, Wudang disciples had already lit bonfires around them and stood neatly behind the three of Cao Zhe, showing curious expressions from time to time, but they did not dare to whisper or communicate.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong stood together, exchanging glances.

Although Cao Zhe has demonstrated too many martial arts that are different from ordinary martial arts concepts in the past, he can barely be related to martial arts.

However... summon the soul!

Can this still be called martial arts?

Whether it works or not, this must be a spell!

Cao Zhe seemed to know what the two of them were thinking, and he took the initiative to explain: "Dugu Qiubai left a trace of sword intent in the wooden sword, which can be regarded as the last imprint of his soul left in this world."

"And what I'm going to do next is to hypnotize and strengthen this sword intent with my spirit, and then attract a large amount of non-attribute heaven and earth vitality to maintain it. Try to see if this strand of sword will The mind is magnified and expanded into a complete soul."

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong showed an expression at the same time, you just make it up, and it's over if we believe it or not.

Cao Zhe sincerely said that what he said was the truth.

Archimedes said, "Give me a fulcrum and I can move the earth." For Cao Zhe, martial arts can be his fulcrum.

As long as his leverage is long enough, nature can make the impossible possible.

The night is getting darker and darker, and the barren hills in the distance are piled up in black, like giants, gazing at this place.

The howling mountain wind blows through the forest, like a mountain ghost screaming in the forest.

Cao Zhe held a pine-grained wooden sword and began to circle around Dugu Qiubai's tomb.

At the same time, the wooden sword is filled with huge information, actively forming a huge temporary network with the surrounding vegetation.

Cao Zhe began to chant the mantra rhythmically.

"Wandering souls, where to keep them. The three souls descended early, the seven souls came, riverside wild places, temples and villages, palace prisons, tombs and forests."

The mountain wind is blowing, as if the vegetation in the forest is responding to Cao Zhe's call.

Be moved by this spell.

This is not an illusion!

But really!

The incantations in Cao Zhe's mouth, the words themselves are not important, what is important is the rhythm, frequency, and vibrating spirit.

These spirits, mixed with frequencies, were transmitted to the temporary network between the grass and trees through the pine-grained wooden sword.

Cao Zhe's move mobilized the slow-reacting plants and trees, forming a temporary natural gathering array around them.

This method was learned by Cao Zhe when he observed the natural formation in Kunlun Mountains.

Following the example of Cao Zhe, the world uses the life magnetic field of all things to build a natural gathering array.

And Cao Zhe followed the example of heaven and earth, using the vitality of natural vegetation to quickly set up formations in this valley.

The mutual nesting of dolls between the two can be called a large-scale mutual copying scene.

And with the swaying of those plants, the bright green light seemed to come from all directions, gathering above Dugu Qiubai's tomb.

Several Wudang disciples looked at Cao Zhe with astonished eyes.

If at this time, Cao Zhe said that he was the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu, these Wudang disciples would definitely believe it.

But Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were shocked and impacted even more.

Because they have a more rigid three views, more belief and certainty, it is impossible for martial arts to reach this level.

When the facts seemed to be in front of them, their three views were strongly impacted again.

At the same time, there is also a strong desire and pursuit for breaking boundaries.

This longing and pursuit even overshadowed the 'shadow' caused by Guo Jing's forced expulsion.

"False surprise and strange, lost true soul, now I invite the mountain god, the general of Wudao Youlu, the local land, the home kitchen master..." Cao Zhe was still reciting the incantation.

The purpose of the mantra is to soothe the mind, hypnotize and guide.

To put it more bluntly, the mountain god, the land, the kitchen god mentioned in the mantra... Cao Zhe couldn't communicate with them.

Can't even tell if they exist.

But borrowed their 'credibility'.

Just like, almost all the masters of success will mention a certain cloud when they give examples.

Gradually, under the expenditure and guidance of the spirit, under the collection and infusion of massive vitality.

Under Cao Zhe's control early on, the Dugu wooden sword floating in mid-air began to emit sharp sword whistles.

As for Dugu Qiubai's tomb, there also seems to be a glimmer of light spreading out.

Shimmer and Sword Howl merged.

In the background of the vast amount of vitality in the world, under the flickering firelight in the dark night, everyone seemed to see a blurred figure.

He was dressed in black rags, with gray hair and a messy beard. Although his face could not be seen clearly... he had extremely firm and sharp eyes.

At this moment, those eyes were looking at Cao Zhe.

It seemed to be inspecting, and then unexpectedly showed a fighting spirit.

Cao Zhe stopped and put down the pine-grained wooden sword in his hand.

After thinking about it, he raised his hand and cast the identification technique.

Dugu Qiubai (Soul of Sword), body zero, strength zero, internal force zero, skill: everything can be a sword, root bone 0, comprehension 120 four, remarks: wake up an old ghost who has been dead for decades, you do well Are you ready to fight him?

Although due to lack of body, most of Dugu Qiubai's data are displayed as zero.

But his comprehension is as high as 120 four points.

It is the one with the highest understanding that Cao Zhe has seen so far, except for himself.

"You are very strong, don't you know how to use swordsmanship?" Dugu Qiubai's sword soul asked Cao Zhe.

His voice came from vibrating vitality through the wooden sword.

So the sound seems dry and hard, not fresh enough.

"I don't know if it's considered strong or not. At least in this world, no one dares to compete with me again, even though swordsmanship is only one of my many methods, a very common one." Cao Zhe said while looking at Dugu Sword Soul with a smile.

"Good! I haven't met such a proud person for a long time!"

"The last time someone spoke like this in front of this old man was three or forty years ago. It was a good time! Someone dared to draw a sword in front of me!" You must also have a level of seven or eight paragraphs.

Cao Zhe said, "Want to fight?"

"I want, too!"

"So, how to fight?"

"You are just a sword soul now, don't talk about martial arts, just take two steps, and the wind will blow away!"

Dugu Jianhun showed a little bit of displeasure, but still said firmly: "Then let's compare ideas."

"If you can wake me up, you are at least a grandmaster of the first generation. You should be graceful in a martial arts contest, and you will never be like a rascal, using some ridiculous moves to deal with this old man." Dugu Sword Soul said firmly.

It's just that he was obviously determined too early!

Cao Zhe's methods are even more unreasonable than absurd lies.

Chapter 1 Zero Three I Can Do It

"Okay! Then you are a senior, so go ahead and recruit!" Cao Zhe said to Dugu Qiubai.

Dugu Qiubai was even more proud and said: "You are a junior, you should go first! This old man is all over the world, since he was 30 years old, he has never made a move first."

Cao Zhe nodded and did not continue to argue with Dugu Qiubai.

After all, it doesn't make a difference whether you shoot first or later.

After all, it is a process.

Therefore, Cao Zhe said: "First of all, I spit out an invincible sword energy, which is more than ten feet in length and width, and slashes seven times in one breath. To retreat, the only option is to attack."

Dugu Qiubai was taken aback for a moment, but Cao Zhe's mouth really caught him off guard.

What I said... Storytellers don't dare to say such exaggerations these days!

Just now he thought Cao Zhe was reliable.

How did you overthrow his statement by turning around?

Can this save some face?

"It's absolutely impossible, the old man can also stimulate the sword qi, the strongest is only two feet long, and five or six feet away from the sword is the limit."

"What's more, the sword qi itself is extremely sharp, how can it be taken into the mouth? Even when the old man was at his peak, he just used his fingers instead of the sword to shoot out the sword qi." Dugu Qiubai retorted.

However, Cao Zhe responded to Dugu Qiubai's question with reality.

He opened his mouth and spat out, and the peerless sword energy, like a fairy sword, slashed towards a huge rock more than ten feet away.

With a clear sound, the boulder was cut open, but without the slightest breath of fireworks, it appeared to be with ease, the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the sword energy was extraordinarily sharp and decisive.

This sword energy is ten zhang away, yet it is still condensed to this point.

Dugu Qiubai saw it with his own eyes, and immediately lost control of his expression. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could see the mist on his face, which seemed to curl up.

"What a strong inner strength, your inner strength... broke through that layer of restriction?" Dugu Qiubai asked hastily.

Cao Zhe cupped his hands and said, "It's a fluke! It's just a fluke!"