The Ultimate Sword Master

A light rain fell.

After purifying the red clouds and dissolving the divine power, the land in the red field was dotted with layers of green. In the withered and yellow mountain forests, vegetation grew wildly and everything grew. On the land that was originally full of haze and silence, there were more Somewhat agile and lively.

"It's raining!"

"This rain is normal!"

"Look, today has become normal!"

"God have mercy on us!"

"..."

At this moment.

Everywhere on earth.

Countless mortals looked at the sky that gradually returned to blue, felt the coolness of the drizzle and the vitality, knelt down and worshiped, cheered and cried with joy.

for decades.

They had almost forgotten what color the sky above them once was.

The drizzle is like silk.

The transformation of this land is only the beginning.

As all things revived and divine power was purified, traces of spiritual intelligence emerged again, quietly permeating every corner of the land.

Above the sky.

Gu Tian and the others, who were constantly refining their divine power, also stopped their movements, feeling the spiritual energy rising from all over the land, and were shocked in their hearts!

"It's raining, it's raining!"

Lao Sun was filled with emotion. Even if the three of them worked together, it would take several days to refine these red clouds, but now... it only takes less than a moment!

"The big girl is right!"

Old Wei wiped the rain off his face and thought deeply, "This rain is sweet!"

Lao Sun: "..."

He didn't bother to refute, and he seemed to be breaking the rules.

…

Inside Tianlong Temple.

Looking at the young grass sprouts growing out under his feet, Huineng clasped his hands together, silently recited the Buddha's name, and said with emotion: "What a miracle."

"Not a miracle."

Gu Han shook his head and his eyes fell on the Hongchen Sword, "This is, of course."

nature?

Huineng's level of strength was too different from his, so I didn't understand.

Gu Han didn't explain.

He knew very well that the source of everything came from Yun Jiansheng's natural sword intention.

It belongs to nature and contains everything.

It is naturally easy to change the celestial phenomena of a place, bring about the growth of all things, and contain spiritual inspiration.

He understands.

From this moment on, the haze that has shrouded this land for decades will completely dissipate, ushering in a new life.

Suppress the feelings in your heart.

He solemnly put away the Red Dust Sword, not wanting to stay any longer, and turned to say goodbye to Huineng.

Before leaving.

He also left a storage ring to the other party as a way of thanking the other party for guarding the God-Slaying Formation conscientiously.

Watch him go away.

Huineng held the storage ring in his hand, his eyes a little complicated.

"Who is this senior?"

"So strong."

A young novice monk said excitedly: "One sword! He killed that god with just one sword."

"so amazing!"

"Even in the Seven Realms Alliance, is there no one who can do this?"

"Master knows him!"

"Master, is he some great monk who has participated in creation?"

"..."

behind.

Several young novice monks discussed Gu Han's identity with awe of the strong.

no doubt.

Gu Han's God-killing sword had an unimaginable impact on them who had just entered the world of cultivation.

"He is not a senior."

Huineng sighed, "Strictly speaking, he and Wei Shi are from the same era."

What!

All the young novice monks were shocked!

In the same era as Master?

How could it be so strong?

This gap is too big!

"then."

Huineng recalled the past and lamented, "I once competed with him for a chance on the gold list. We fought fiercely for a long time, and the outcome was indistinguishable!"

Somehow.

He put a gold on his face.

There is no fighting.

In fact.

He did go to the Golden List back then, but... he just met Gu Han face to face, that's all.

"Really?"

The young novices looked at him suspiciously. Although they didn't say it clearly, their eyes betrayed their thoughts.

"It's true."

Huineng's old face was a bit uneasy, he clasped his hands and said seriously: "My teacher is a monk, and a monk will not lie."

"Master is so amazing!"

All the young novice monks believed it and looked at him with admiration in their eyes.

Huineng looked calm.

he thinks.

He really wasn't lying.

After all, we haven't fought before, what if it's a 50-50 draw?

…

Walking in the drizzle.

Gu Han did not use his cultivation, and just walked aimlessly. While feeling the changes brought by Yun Jiansheng's natural sword intent to this land, he was also thinking about his future path.

All the time.

He felt that his human will was very strong, and with the blessing of the extreme realm, he was almost invincible.

only.

Today, having close contact with the immortal natural sword intention, he suddenly felt that he had not yet been able to touch the true power, or the real secret, of this human intention.

His human will.

It rises due to the sound of ink dust.

Now that Mo Chenyin has temporarily returned to him, it stands to reason that, not to mention perfection in the human world, it should be accomplished.

Can……

Deep in the heart of the lake, the tree that symbolized the will of the world was already ten feet tall, but it was still far from the result he wanted.

"in the end……"

"What's missing?"

Unconsciously.

He strolled as he pleased and arrived at the edge of the Western Desert, at the foot of a hill.

There is a road at the foot of the mountain.

It leads to a small mountain village that is somewhat hidden.

"Huh? Here..."

He came back to his senses instantly and felt something familiar. Memories came to him and he suddenly remembered it!

Look at the countryside!

This is Wangcun Village!

It was the initial place where he overcame human calamity and realized the meaning of the world!

"So this is it!"

My heart moved.

He walked into the village, only to find that it was quiet inside. At a glance, there were only moss and yellow weeds. Many houses were in disrepair and most of them had collapsed. Under the drizzle, a layer of greenery dotted the countryside. On the road, there is a unique sense of tranquility and elegance.

he mused.

The villagers here must have been moved away.

Move forward slowly.

Soon they arrived in front of the small courtyard where he and Mo Chenyin had lived for ten years.

The weird thing is.

The rest of the village looked desolate, but this small courtyard was clean and unusually tidy.

The hut seemed to have been repaired.

The stove outside, the firewood pile at the foot of the wall, and even the wooden piles he used to chop firewood were all placed there intact, exactly as they were when he left.

Who did it?

With a trace of curiosity, he was about to push the door open when he suddenly sensed something and looked into the distance.

In the mist and rain.

Two beautiful figures walked over from the other side of the village.

The person has a gentle temperament and a pure and beautiful appearance. She is not as beautiful as a mortal, but she is Mo Chenyin.

Although the other person is slightly less beautiful, she has a sense of agility and beauty. She is none other than Leng Meizi.

The drizzle is like smoke.

The world seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze.

The mountains in the distance are empty, the water is glistening, and the beauties nearby are side by side, poetic, picturesque, dreamlike, and so beautiful.

See Gu Han.

The two women were a little surprised. They looked at each other and smiled knowingly, both of them understood what the other was thinking.

perhaps.

We are not his only ones.

But him.

But it is the only one in our life.