Wenxin Sect is not difficult to move forward in Western Qin now, thanks to the connections they once operated in Western Qin.

But even so, the Wenxin Sect’s inability to trust is already a default rule that major forces have, even if the Wenxin Sect’s favor is not too close to them, so as not to harm the fish in the pond.

Xin Hao pondered for a moment and said, "The words of Wenxin Sect are indeed unreliable, but what can I explain what happened before?"

Wang Gui's sword-browed eyebrows were clear, and his words were like a sword unsheathed, showing his sharpness: "What is the old sect leader meant to believe in Wenxin Sect?"

"Faith? How can a broken mirror be reunited?"

Xin Hao asked indifferently that after years of experience, he was no longer the old man who was shallow, vicissitudes of life and a little cunning.

Seeing that Wang Gui stopped speaking, Xin Hao said slowly: "For my Sword Pavilion and the Sword Cultivator, it is a sensational flock. It is said that the wood is in the forest, and the wind will urge it. No matter what the Xin Sect wants, we cannot live in peace and seek development alone like now."

Speaking of this, Xin Hao felt a sense of heroism in his heart, his momentum was as dazzling as a sword.

"I want to welcome my grandson back with 100,000 sword cultivators. I want all the forces in the world to retreat in front of my sword pavilion. I don't want to watch it anymore, but I can only stand aside and feel sad."

In the Sword Pavilion and in the main hall, all the eight sword cultivators were in charge, and the sword energy was full of energy. The ghost immortals and even human immortals were filled with momentum. The qi, blood, and wolf smoke could not be suppressed and soared into the sky, and the sword pavilion ceiling was clattering.

Xin Hao's words are also their wish. The path of sword cultivation is already sharp and revealing its excesses.

For sword cultivators, when drawing a sword when encountering problems, drawing a sword is divided into life and death. Only between life and death can one have great enlightenment and great tempering.

Since Shen Huixian's death, the sword cultivator has been silent for too long, and the newly born Jiange almost died.

The reason why this force is today is that in addition to Meng Tian’s secret support and the wide public base around Zhenzhu City, there are also the registered disciples and artists who are studying in Shen Huixian and are dedicated to their management.

The hardships are hard to describe in words. Now, they don’t want to endure humiliation like this anymore, and the sharpness of the sword Tao should be seen by the world.

No one knows what this meeting that gathered all the senior executives of Jiange decided.

I only know that the three great immortals led by Wang Gui led a thousand disciples at the peak of the physical body to Xianheng City and directly joined the Western Qin army to Mengguan, who was waiting for the sin of the body.

I only knew that a group of monks carrying swords and without armor appeared in the heaven. They walked around the heavens. When they drew their swords, the sword energy was scattered, and the sharp ghost immortals had to retreat three feet.

I only know that after the news was spread, all the young people with aspirations in the Western Qin Dynasty packed up their packages and rushed to the frontier thousands of miles away. The way of sword cultivation became a temporary trend.

Reincarnation.

It is said that there is an abyss in the cycle of reincarnation, which devour all souls and lives.

The abyss has never been static, nor is it located somewhere. There are too few people I have seen, and the records in just a few words are more like myths and legends, which were fictionalized by predecessors for future generations to respect.

Among these few insiders, some people are struggling to pursue the abyss, and to most of them, the abyss is like a taboo, fearing it like a tiger.

The reason why the abyss is the abyss, where the reincarnation of the creatures in the heavens and all worlds is the remains of the remains, emotions, memories, and souls. The messy things gather together, even the terrifying innate origin of the yin energy cannot be dispersed or corroded.

On the surface of the abyss, there is a spark that emits bright white light. In the dark and blurred cycle, it is like a beautiful and gorgeous galaxy, causing countless souls passing by tossing into the fire. In the end, only a few souls were stripped of everything, and a little real spirit was lucky enough to throw it out of the abyss.

Most souls finally lose everything, but a little true spirit cannot escape the abyss. They can only rise and fall in the abyss for countless years, and finally disappear naturally or absorb residues, and are born into a monster without wisdom...emotions.

Yes, the abyss of reincarnation and the shelter of residue are emotional monsters.

They wander around the cycle of reincarnation all day long, absorbing the residue that will be erased in the moment, helping reincarnation to relieve stress, and also become the forbidden land of life in reincarnation and the abyss of all things.

At this moment, in the abyss, a soul surrendered in the nebula formed by countless emotional monsters. Beside him, two spiritual swords were pressed against the soul, and the surface formed a dim aura of karma to help him resist the emotional monster's clinging.

Time passed, and no one knew how long it had passed.

The energy of heaven and earth cannot be absorbed in the samsara of reincarnation, nor can it accommodate any power of any nature except the innate original yin energy.

However, the completely different innate origin yin energy is too extreme and pure. The random intake is not only not beneficial, but also has many disadvantages.

On this day, a sword intent was revealed from the soul. In a flash, millions of emotional monsters were wiped out.

It didn't last long, and the emotional monster filled the gap again, and the soul woke up at this moment.

"Who am I? I am Shen Huixian."

"I'm dead? My body collapsed when it collided with the Dragon of Destruction, and my soul was sucked into the samsara."

"Where am I? I'm surrounded by emotional monsters."

After asking three consecutive questions about quality, Shen Huixian's consciousness quickly recovered. He felt that the two swords of Jingshi Karma and Fire beside him were extremely grateful.

Fortunately, I have refined two spirit swords, otherwise the soul without any protection would have become a scum, and it would be much more difficult for the true spirit to get out of the pit.

After waking up, Shen Huixian swept into the abyss with one sword in his hand and found that he was not in the nebula.

In other words, the abyss is countless times larger than the nebula, and the range that the eyes touch has no end at all.

And outside the abyss, the sky covered with nebula formed by a larger number of emotional monsters... He became a reserve grain.

When he came to this conclusion, he was confused, but the fact was that, the entire abyss was a hatching pool for emotional monsters and a granary for emotional monsters.

"well!"

Looking at the emotional monsters that were filled with them again, Shen Huixian used his sword energy and found that he could only extract from his own soul. He was too restricted in the cycle of reincarnation, and his strength was less than one-third.

The sword intent flowed on Shen Huixian with the way of golden flames, and he did not penetrate his body in the most labor-saving way. He used two spiritual swords as sword tips and found the right direction to rush straight to the outside.

The slight emotional fluctuations of the dense emotional monster could not affect him. He broke through many obstacles and came to the outermost pause.
Chapter completed!