Zhou Shuran was silently asking for advice on Jiandao.

In just half an hour, a sword inheritance called Zhenli entered Zhou Shu's sea of ​​consciousness in full.

Zhou Shu is very grateful.

Zhenli sword technique, created by Taishishu over the past tens of thousands of years.

Zhou Shu's huge memory can also confirm this. This sword technique has never appeared in the heavens before.

Taishishu sat wither every day, and the power of the law was exhausted. He was restricted by the chaos realm and could no longer produce vitality. However, his heart for the Tao was always there, and the sword art was still improving. Zhenli was born from this. This sword technique was gathered by Taishishu's lifelong insights. Its subtlety cannot be described in words. Even if he had not had any actual combat or deduction, it could not be slightly concealed. Moreover, Zhou Shu passed it quickly and found no loopholes.

But this name, Zhenli, will encounter unpredictable dangers and will be disappointed if you keep up with the right path.

Could it be that the Kunlun Sword Saint Taishi, who has always taken the responsibility of protecting the heavens, wants to change himself?

But there is nothing strange. If every saint here can go out and face the will of the heavens again, he may not be his original self.

The preaching was over, the Taishi nodded and said goodbye to the immortal Cihang.

The immortal Cihang seemed to have persuaded him a few words, but it was not very useful, so he sent Taishi's wound to leave.

Soon, the Great Immortal Cihang turned around and Zhou Shu walked over to salute, "Immortal, I'm going to say goodbye too."

"Um."

The immortal Cihang nodded slightly and handed over the Nuwa Stone, "Zhou Shu, bring this back."

Zhou Shu was stunned, "This is your thing from Daxian, and I really don't need it now."

The great immortal Cihang's expression slightly condensed, "I have considered it, it is not a good thing to keep it in the Chaos Realm."

Zhou Shu paused and realized that the Nuwa Stone was too special, and it really brought a lot of trouble to stay in the Chaos Realm. The saints here and the saints outside could come to fight for it. If the will of the heavens knew, it would be a disaster for the Nuwa Realm. "I know, then I'll take it back."

"Um."

The immortal Cihang smiled and nodded, "Zhou Shu, I have something to do. Please find a Wa clan who may become Wa and hand over this Nuwa stone to her. In this way, I can do more things. This is also my responsibility. Don't shirk it."

"I will go find the Great Immortal."

Zhou Shu responded seriously, but said, "But I think no one is more suitable for this position than you, and I have said that I will free you, and I will find a way to find a way for these saints to live.

Cihang Daxian smiled faintly, "I know, thank you."

Zhou Shu nodded, looking quite helpless. The Great Immortal Cihang probably didn't believe it, or had known it for a long time that even if Zhou Shu did it, the result would be the same. As long as the Chaos Realm is still there and the will of the heavens is still there, the ending of the Saint is always destined, and she is destined to be unable to escape. Just like her ancestor Nuwa, with Nuwa's power, there is no way to take the Chaos Realm, let alone Zhou Shu.

But Zhou Shu would not think so.

No matter how strong Nuwa is, she is still the creature of the heavens. She comes from the will of the heavens and is limited by the will of the heavens. Zhou Shu is different, and Zhou Shu is different from everyone, not only him, but also his Tao. After comprehension of the law of chaos from Shu's way, he was convinced that he had more allies.

"Let's go, I'll take you out."

"I will come again soon."

After leaving Nuwa's realm and watching the green light disappear at the edge of the vortex, Zhou Shufu turned into a force of relief and left quickly.

Now he adapted more and was a little faster.

A few days later, there was a fierce fighting sound from the heart of all things not far away.

Have you encountered another desperate battle for resources?

There was still a saint's soul lying in the Taoist furnace.

Logically speaking, no one has become a saint in the past tens of thousands of years, no new people come in, and the elderly are becoming more and more peaceful, or weak. Such fights should be less and less. Why did they see them twice after a while? No, is it because Taishi was injured?

Zhou Shu stopped slightly and quickly walked towards the other side.

It is a green grassland, with the grass on it very long and straight, but it looks sparse, like hair.

Bang!

There was interference from the chaotic wind along the way, and it was still a little slower. Two lights collided violently. The dazzling but short-lived sword light fell down and fell into the darkness. It quickly dissipated, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye.

A long-haired saint rushed over quickly and searched carefully at the place where the light fell.

"No, no!"

After dozens of breaths, he finally shook his head, a little disappointed and a little manic, "There is nothing. Could it be that he was swept away by the chaotic wind? I thought I could completely snatch the old guy this time, but the old guy hid for tens of thousands of years and was not dead yet. The great immortal is really capable, but the more capable he is, the more hateful it is. These great saints should have belonged to me. I could have been stronger than before... If I go against the heavens, I will be punished by heaven. Why is that great immortal not punished by the will of the heavens?"

Perhaps because I haven't spoken for too long, the saint talked to himself endlessly.

After reciting for a while, I reluctantly returned to the grassland, sat upright among the grass, and my whole body turned green.

Zhou Shu, who was mixed in the chaotic wind, left quietly.

It's one step late.

Taishi, who had just recovered a little of his skills, was defeated by the long-haired saint who had occupied the heart of all things for many years without any suspense, and defeat means death.

Taishishu never thought about protecting his soul or something. As the sword intent was defeated, the weak soul and so on dissipated and were swallowed up by the power of chaos, but nothing was left behind. There was a sword intent the size of a rice grain, which should be a sword pill, which was rescued by Zhou Shu.

This sword pill is just a pure sword intent, and perhaps because of this, it persisted in the Chaos Wind for a while.

It makes people sigh, did Taishishu never think about keeping a trace of his soul in it? As long as you can persist a little longer, you will have a chance to resurrection.

However, it may not be of any significance to Taishishu. If you are saved this time, you will still go next time and die. The sword saint who only has 10% of his strength to take revenge cannot change his nature. It is still because of his power to survive in the Chaos Realm for so long.

"I will continue your inheritance."

Zhou Shu also placed the sword balls in the Taoist furnace to separate them from the remnant souls.

A few days later, he found the Chaos Whirlpool when he came in.

Of course he remembers the location of the soul world.

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Shu went in. Forget it this time. Next time he came, he had to find a way to draw a map of the Chaos Realm. If possible, it would be best to count the Heart of All Things and the Saints inside.

He did not want to turn the Chaos Realm into his own, but he still had to figure it out for some things that might be their own obstacles.

Not every saint here wants to fight against the will of the heavens and change the will of the heavens. Some of them have no longer cared about, and some simply obeyed and regarded the will of the heavens as the true gods above the saints.
Chapter completed!