"Whoever gets my sword will be driven by me. [Read the latest chapter]"

"roll!"

"Whoever gets my sword will be driven by me."

"roll!"

…

Zhou Shu's consciousness was blurred, but he still kept repeating it. He didn't know how long it took for the two voices in the sea of ​​​​consciousness to gradually subside.

"Get out of my way!"

As soon as he regained consciousness, Zhou Shu immediately shouted again, then he choked in his throat, swallowed a large amount of water, and coughed hurriedly.

He struggled to look around and saw that he was in a river, floating on the water.

The mountains and waterfalls are no longer visible around me, and I don’t know how far I have drifted along the current.

"Are you okay?"

After carefully exploring the sea of ​​consciousness three times, Zhou Shu finally felt at ease.

Before, his sea of ​​consciousness was like a wilderness, with lush green grass and full of vitality. After the foundation was established, it became much larger, but it still looked like a wilderness.

Each cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness has different appearances, such as wilderness, desert, and sea, to name a few.

After experiencing this calamity, the sea of ​​consciousness is still green and does not seem to have changed at all.

But Zhou Shu had lingering fears. The previous Yuan Shen Sword Intention was probably the biggest danger he had ever encountered since he cultivated immortality. No one would have thought that such a terrible danger could be hidden in that kind of place.

A ray of soul that had experienced thousands of years, and the sword intention issued by a finger, almost caused Zhou Shu to be doomed. If it hadn't been for too long, 90% of the power had been exhausted, and if it hadn't been blocked by the glazed mirror and consumed again.

Ninety percent of the time, he didn't dare to think about what consequences he would have.

"The world of cultivating immortals is really scary. You can't take it lightly at any time. After realizing the meaning of the sword, I got a little carried away."

But you can't blame him. I'm afraid no one would have thought that a monk would use the art of sending spirits on a rough stone sword. The art of sending spirits consumes the soul. It is the foundation of a monk, and it is placed there.

.Obviously there is no hope of getting it back.

(A cultivator who reaches the Nascent Soul Realm is respectfully called a monk.)

Practitioners rarely do anything meaningless, but this incident seemed meaningless.

"This monk is simply boring and hateful!"

Zhou Shu cursed secretly and swam towards the shore.

After just swimming a few feet, he felt something was wrong there. He used his spiritual sense to detect it and was stunned. He didn't know when there was an extra sword on his body.

A very small sword was placed close to his forehead.

It is only three inches long, looks like gold or jade, and has a light golden color throughout. There are three scales tattooed on the sword, which is somewhat similar to the one worn by the monk before.

Zhou Shu stopped in the water, his eyes stagnant, "Is this the sword he mentioned?"

It turns out that the monk was not talking about the stone sword, but this little golden sword.

This is slightly more reasonable.

Zhou Shu nodded as if he had realized something, but soon remembered the words he hated so much. He immediately cursed, "Get out! No matter what sword, I can't be driven by you!"

He grabbed the golden sword and wanted to throw it away, but he took it back halfway.

"That ray of soul has completely disappeared. Even if I take this sword, I don't have to be driven by others. I am really scared to death."

Zhou Shu couldn't help but laugh, took the golden sword in front of him, and observed it carefully.

He input some spiritual power. The golden sword flicked lightly in his hand, and then fell down again. He increased the spiritual power, but it was still the same. The same thing happened if he increased the spiritual power.

Zhou Shu shook his head, "I'm afraid even if I put all my spiritual power into it, this golden sword won't be able to change. The spiritual power level is not enough. It is a magic weapon, but it is not a magic weapon that I can use now. It is at least the third level or even the fourth level.

"

After thinking about it, Zhou Shu put the golden sword into his storage bag and continued swimming to the shore.

After landing on the shore, Zhou Shu was still looking left and right to identify the direction and thinking about which way to go when a female nun walked towards him.

When the female cultivator saw Zhou Shu, she immediately became angry, raised her eyebrows, and sternly scolded, "You shameless lecher, why don't you get out of here!"

Zhou Shu was a little stunned and quickly bowed, "Senior sister, why did you say this? Junior brother didn't do anything?"

The female cultivator is also a cultivator of the Heyin Sect, with a foundation-building level, but she is obviously much higher than Zhou Shu. Her appearance is not beautiful, but she has a different kind of temperament, an extremely fierce temperament...

"Damn it, how can I be teased by you! Take my sword!"

The female cultivator became even more angry, and suddenly there was a bright long sword in her hand. The sword's light expanded and contracted, and she stabbed directly towards Zhou Shu.

How could Zhou Shu have expected this? Why would his fellow disciples take action immediately when they disagreed?

But he didn't panic. The Black Star Sword swept out and blocked the sword light.

Zhou Shu looked solemn and said calmly, "Senior Sister, what do you mean by this? We can't just swing swords between fellow disciples. If Senior Sister has any grudge against me, please tell me clearly. Junior Brother is willing to hear the details."

"Hmph! You still dare to block my sword?"

The female cultivator's face changed slightly, as if she was surprised that Zhou Shu could block her sword.

Zhou Shu's face darkened slightly, "Senior sister, why do you have to be so aggressive?"

"It's just you, shameless person!"

The female cultivator waved her sword and her clothes fluttered like flags. She seemed to have exerted all her strength, her spiritual power surged out, and pressure followed. Zhou Shu suddenly felt that the pressure increased sharply, and it was difficult to breathe, and it became difficult to move.

It's difficult.

Is this woman so powerful?

This feeling was no less than when I saw Yun Li draw his sword.

Zhou Shu looked surprised, but his face showed an expression of unwillingness to admit defeat. He held out the Black Star Sword flatly, tit for tat.

"Rolling dust!"

The female cultivator gave a low scolding and held out the sword technique.

The rolling wind, mixed with countless dust and sand, was like a tornado, with one wave after another, heading towards Zhou Shu.

In just an instant, Zhou Shu was completely surrounded, unable to see, and even his consciousness was hindered.

Zhou Shu, who had understood the sword intention, soon realized that this sword art definitely contained sword intention! And it was a very proficient sword intention, far stronger than him. This female cultivator could easily reveal the sword intention. Who is it?

?

Zhou Shu became more and more surprised and sad.

At this time, he was still unable to use the Broken Jade Sword Intent. He had not fully recovered his spiritual power before, and when facing that ray of soul, he had exhausted all his spiritual power. How could he fight against such a sword art?

And he estimated that even if he could use the Broken Jade Sword Intent, he might not be able to completely block the sword.

It's going to be bad.

Trapped in the wind and sand of the sword's will, Zhou Shu could only use his remaining spiritual power to resist, but after a while, he was on the verge of collapse.

The female cultivator suddenly sheathed her sword, and the wind and sand suddenly stopped.

After escaping death, Zhou Shu stared at the female cultivator, not knowing what to say.

"What are you looking at? Go to hell!"

The female cultivator showed slight disdain on her face, and suddenly stretched out her legs. With a pop, Zhou Shu was kicked away and fell into the river with a splash.

"Senior sister, you?"

Zhou Shu popped his head up, his face full of confusion.

However, the female cultivator didn't even look at him, showed a slightly proud look, turned around and disappeared.

Zhou Shu was speechless and swam back to the shore, his head filled with questions.

"ah!"

Not far away, a female cultivator came over, but when she saw him, she quickly screamed and covered her eyes, turned around and ran away.

Zhou Shu became more and more confused, "What's going on? One of them is fighting and the other is running away. Did I provoke you to provoke you? Hey, why is she covering her face?"

Zhou Shu looked at him suspiciously and was immediately stunned.

After staying under the waterfall for several months, most of his clothes were in tatters, leaving only a few rags tied around his waist and a few storage bags hanging on them, with all important parts exposed...
Chapter completed!