Rule thousands of miles and is powerful thousands of miles away. Even the Human Emperor has to give him some thin face...

As long as you enter the area controlled by King Jiuyue, no one can touch him. Tell me your enemy and I will kill him...

These words still echoed in my ears.

Well, this guy is running faster than anyone else now.

The second senior brother didn't even say a word.

"Crazy..." Just as Gan Cheng sighed that he was deceived by nonsense, a wine glass suddenly fell to the ground in the quiet underground palace.

The sound was not loud at this moment, but at this moment, the place was too quiet.

Gan Cheng looked down and found that it was the little weasel trembling, fearing that his legs were trembling, but he was trying hard to turn around and raise his butt.

Because it was too frightened, it moved and swept its long weasel's tail to the wine glass and swept it to the ground.

"You little guy haven't run away yet?" Gan Cheng was very surprised. Unexpectedly, even the ghost king of Jiuyue ran away, but the little guy hadn't run away yet.

From its trembling and frightened gaze, it can be seen that it is already scared to its core at this moment.

But he persisted, persisted.

And its movement seemed to be...

"Huh?" Not only Gan Cheng was surprised, but the second senior brother was also quite surprised. Looking at the little weasel's movements, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils gave a soft warning.

Just this sound made the little weasel almost collapse there.

"I won't let go, I won't let go... Woo woo..." The little weasel completely lost his last trace of courage. He suddenly cried and covered his butt with his little claws, holding it in pain, turning into a yellow light and rushing into the depths of the underground palace.

Although it is not as fast as the speed of the Ghost King of Jiuyue who can control the Ghost Wind to escape, it is also incredibly fast.

Obviously, this little guy just wanted to fart at the second senior brother.

That should be its last trump card. Unfortunately, in front of the second senior brother, the courage it finally plucked up completely collapsed.

"Ha..." Gan Cheng suddenly smiled at the little weasel who was crying and shouting that he would not let go.

No matter what, this little guy persisted until the end, and it seemed that he couldn't even let it go even if he wanted to.

Even the Jiuyue Ghost King ran away as soon as possible. It also wanted to fart and attack the second senior brother to give itself a chance to escape, which made Gan Cheng feel relieved.

The second senior brother is so powerful that Gancheng cannot be felt. Perhaps only practitioners like the little weasel and the Jiuyue Ghost King can feel it.

But he decided to struggle for the last time.

"Second Brother, you see, I am not the most important thing in cultivation. Entering our Sword Sect also relies on bribing my uncle, so you should drive me out of the Sword Sect and don't let me defame the reputation of the Sword Sect."

"No." The second senior brother's answer was as straightforward as ever.

Just when Gancheng was planning to discuss it again to see if he could find a breakthrough, the second senior brother had already taken one step forward.

Before Gancheng could react, he raised his hand and grabbed Gancheng and instantly soared into the sky.

The sword is sailing on the wind, and the devil is eliminated from the world.

Even if it is a social animal, when I saw these two sentences, I still had the dream of flying between heaven and earth with swords.

This time Gancheng finally realized it, but it was not as elegant as the sword fairy, because he was being carried.

The second senior brother stood on the long sword, so fast that he could not see any scenery at all.

When Gancheng could see the scenery clearly again, he had already returned to the Sword Sect.

Fast, too fast, half a quarter of an hour, a few minutes, maybe only a few dozen seconds.

In short, he didn't even have time to think carefully, but he just sighed that this was not what he thought of as a sword control world, and people had already returned to the Sword Sect.

"Second Brother, let's discuss it again. I can spend money to withdraw from the Sword Sect..." Gancheng seized the opportunity. He didn't want to enter the Sword Pavilion, because he looked up and saw that they were in front of a huge attic under the grave.

"No." The second senior brother simply refused again, raised his hand and pressed forward, the sword intent in the void buzzed, and the gate of the sword pavilion opened instantly.

The second senior brother didn't give Gan Cheng a chance to speak any more, so he threw him into the Jiange.

"Bang!" The gate of Jiange closed with a bang.

"Second Senior Brother, he still owes me money, give him another chance..." At this time, the third senior sister who noticed that the second senior brother had just arrived, but could only watch the gate of Jiange closed.

"Oh, I have to dig a hole again." Senior Sister Third sighed helplessly.

"Second Brother, can't you adapt? Do you think he still has a chance?"

"I'm not qualified to change the rules." The second senior brother pressed his hands on the sword, raised his head slightly and stared at Jiange.

As for the opportunity, the second senior brother didn't answer at all. Just look at the hundreds of thousands of people on the grave, and there was no need to answer.

"What a pity..." Senior Sister Third looked at the gate of Jiange and sighed again.

But she was also used to it. She had seen such things for a long time and became numb. If she didn't integrate the sword intent, she would not be considered a member of the Sword Sect.

But this kid was a little special. He didn't want to go in later, but his uncle told him to make an exception and let him get started first. As a result, the second senior brother regarded him as half of his own person and had to let him enter the Jian Pavilion.

"It's over..." The moment he was thrown into Jiange, Gancheng had only one thought.

This journey of rebirth may end here.

My richest grandson, who bullies men and women, and is about to wake up his dream of eating, drinking and having fun.

“Buzz…”

At this moment, a sword sounded.

Gan Cheng's mind was immediately attracted by it and looked up.

The interior of Jiange actually looks more spectacular than the outside, not like a house at all, but like another world.

As the buzzing sound was heard, I looked at the sky, but found flying swords hanging over the sky.

And the sound of the sword came from one of the swords.

"ah……"

Just as Gancheng was observing which sword was ringing, I suddenly felt a sword intent rushing into my body.

The body was as if tens of thousands of fine needles were stabbed into it, and a sword intent rushed into it in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sword intent swept across, and the sea of ​​consciousness swelled.

But the next moment, the broken rag roll wafted slightly, and the sword intent was driven away from the sea of ​​consciousness, and the turbulent sea of ​​consciousness also returned to calm.

The sea of ​​consciousness has recovered, but the pain in the body is still there. The pain is so painful that Gan Cheng's fists hit the ground hard, venting the severe pain.

The Sword Pavilion combines sword intent, releases its own understanding of swordsmanship, and looks for a fusion of sword intent.

Use sword intent to integrate into the sea of ​​consciousness, and use sword intent to temper the body.

When Gancheng remembers the story of Jiange's sword intent, he thinks it is a trick to cheat.

Of course, if hundreds of thousands of people had failed to merge and died tragically, this trick would definitely be Gancheng's favorite.

There are only two results after entering. The sword intent will be combined, and the gate of the Sword Pavilion will automatically open. The light will be turned off when the person dies, and the gate of the Sword Pavilion will also open.

"Insight, I can understand the Mao, a sword flying immortal..."

"The sword energy traverses ninety thousand miles..."

"Pedit the sword and ride the wind, eliminate the demons in the world..."

"One sword light shines in the nineteen states..."

…………

Gan Cheng thought about all the things related to swords to see if he could have some insights.

Obviously, this is of no use.

A quarter of an hour later, when the pain in his body had just disappeared, another sword sound came from the sword pavilion, and then another sword intent rushed into Gancheng's body.

Obviously, you cannot use your own sword cultivation to stimulate the sword intent, and then the sword intent will be constantly stimulated and actively integrated into your body.

Every failure of fusion will cause some damage to the body and the sea of ​​consciousness.

If most people passively bear the sword intent, the sea of ​​consciousness will collapse after a few times.

But because of the broken ragged scroll of Gancheng's consciousness, it can quickly drive away the sword intent every time, and the damage is not too great. Instead, the physical pain is even more tormenting.

This will definitely not work. If you cut your flesh with a blunt knife, you will be tortured to death little by little.

But Gancheng has no so-called sword cultivation mind at all, and he is even more unable to realize any sword intent.

But Gan Cheng was very unwilling to accept it even though he was tortured to death.

Senior Sister Third said it was so satisfying, how could it be so exciting?

According to this trend, I will be tortured for many geniuses before I will die, which is too cruel...

Another sword intent was driven away by a broken rag scroll in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Hey, the others cannot integrate the sword intent. The sword intent will cause the greatest harm to the sea of ​​consciousness. In this way, I will be tortured continuously, like Lingchi, to death because of the broken cloth scroll.

This thing drives away the sword intent, so that the sword intent cannot seriously damage one's sea of ​​consciousness, which has caused the current situation.

What's this matter!
To be continued...