Chapter 1784 The Human King summons. (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Happy family! Please subscribe!!!)

Shy city.

The huge nest is like a solitary peak.

Deep in the cave, the originally huge shadow has been torn into thousands of afterimages. The densely packed limbs, sharp teeth, and vertical pupils were all killed by arrows, sword energy, knife intent, curses, poisonous stings...

Dead nails in every position.

The many arms that were originally stretched out like flowers were all in pieces.

Phantoms of all sizes were suspended in the air, like dim foam.

With the outbreak of attack formations one after another, the body of "Heart-Eating Secret" quickly faded away.

The limbs, sharp teeth, and vertical pupils disappeared quickly, and his breath was like a candle in the wind, swaying violently.

The dim foam in the void shattered like a heavy blow!

When these memory fragments collapsed, the entire lair became a strange place.

After a moment, five humans fell to the ground and appeared.

All other human races have disappeared, but they have all been annihilated together with the memory fragments, leaving no trace behind, as if they had never existed in the world.

Among the five living human beings, the one in the middle has superb golden armor and blazing real fire. There are traces all over the armor. Countless bones, blood, and brain matter are splashed all over his body. The bloody aura rises into the sky, and his arm holding the weapon is

, was already trembling slightly due to extreme exhaustion, but his eyes were still burning like torches, and the cold light shot out when he looked around, like a sharp knife cutting through the heart.

The extremely fierce and murderous aura lingers around the body, lingering, almost like reality.

Under the golden armor, you can vaguely see that his face is extremely old and his hair is gray. He is the leader who used the method before to briefly awaken the true fire in many human beings at the cost of aging for thousands of years.

Not far from the leader, Zun was sitting on the ground, panting heavily. He was also covered in bruises at this moment, with many bones exposed in places, which was terrifying.

Next to him is a human who is also scarred. This human has long hair disheveled and a cold expression. She is a woman. Although she can still stand at this moment, she is only standing on the blade, and her blood is flowing freely.

It flowed out from the gaps in his armor.

Not far away, a human race looked pale and fell to the ground helplessly. His whole body was filled with sword intent, as if he was a famous sword that had been tempered for thousands of times. It was sharp and could break even the slightest blow, and his posture remained tall and straight.

, but there was gurgling blood flowing out, quickly covering his neck.

His breath was weak, almost extinguished, and his natal sword fell to his knees. The sword that used to be brilliant and galloping thousands of miles was now dim and dull, like burnt porcelain, covered with fine cracks.

It is "lonely"!

The brocade dress was now soaked with blood stains, and "Kong Meng" had green silk like clouds. She was standing behind "Gu Miao" with her slender palms, pressing down on his vest. Immortal power surged and was continuously injected into "Gu Miao"'s body to heal him.

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However, "Gu Miao"'s injuries were extremely serious, and no matter how "Kong Meng" activated its immortal power, it could not prevent its vitality from withering away.

The blood dripped at first, then in an instant it was like a gurgling stream, and the majestic life flowed away quickly.

"Cough cough cough cough..." "Gu Miao" suddenly let out a violent cough, and blood surged from his mouth. In an instant, the front of the golden armor was dyed red, and death was permeated around him, as if a layer of gray-black smoke was rising.

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"Kong Meng" frowned, "Gu Miao" was hurt too badly!

Even with her current terrifying cultivation level, she can't save the other party!

Rewards based on merit...

I don’t know why, but her achievements are obviously only average, but after chanting the king’s name, her improved cultivation strength is the most exaggerated among all the Mahayana in this trip!

On the contrary, "Gu Miao" has not improved much in strength. In this battle, he used all means and relied on his rock-solid will and sword heart to barely survive until now...

At this time, the leader glanced around, his eyes fell on "Gu Miao" and "Kong Meng", shook his head slightly, and said very directly: "It's useless."

"Your only way to survive now is to get the fate of 'Heart-Eating'."

"There are five of us."

"There are five opportunities in total."

"If you can't last long, you can be the first to start."

"Cough cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." "Gu Miao" just started to speak, and immediately coughed violently again, and then asked hoarsely: "What should I do?"

Not far away, Zun Yu's hoarse voice said: "Recall the most painful thing you have ever experienced."

"Then, look back..."

"If I win, it's still you. Moreover, this is also a great blessing."

"If you lose, you won't be you..."

He picked up the weapon at his side and wiped it slowly, "We won't hold back either."

Hearing this, "Gu Miao" nodded, and then said: "Okay...cough cough cough..."

"'Kong Meng', stop."

"Kong Meng" E'er frowned, but she didn't say anything more, slowly lowered her arms and stepped back.

Upon seeing this, the leader, Zun and the human woman immediately burst out with their auras and locked onto "Gu Miao" firmly.

Without the suppression of "Kong Meng"'s immortal power, "Gu Miao"'s injuries worsened in an instant.

Without hesitation, he immediately recalled the most painful thing in his life...

The next moment, "Gu Miao" felt a cold, slender arm pressing on his shoulder.

"Gu Miao" immediately turned around, and the surrounding scene changed instantly.

He saw that he was standing in a quiet room that seemed familiar to him. The quiet room was spacious and tall, and the walls and roof were all glowing with the unique lines and luster of refined iron.

It is also engraved with dense defensive cloud seals, which looks impregnable.

However, the entire quiet room was filled with tiny sword marks everywhere, like ants walking or spring eating leaves. Every trace was very light and very weak.

It seems like just a casual point, but when gathered together, it is like a stormy sea, majestic and surging, with the potential to destroy the world!

Even after an extremely long period of time, "Gu Miao" still felt pain in his heart, and he almost didn't dare or couldn't bear to turn his eyes to the top of the quiet room.

This quiet room was once very familiar to him, but over the years, it has been deliberately dusted... This is his master's quiet room!

These sword marks in the room are his master’s signature sword intent!

His master was once a genius of the Han An Sword Sect, and he had an extremely glorious era.

"Gu Miao" joined Han An Sword Sect at a young age and was favored by his master because of his aptitude. However, when he was a boy, his temperament was far from the steady one he is now, and instead he was frivolous and carefree.

Relying on his outstanding talent, "Gu Miao" has no intention of delving into the profound and obscure swordsmanship, and even scorns the repeated practice of some basic swordsmanship.

His only motivation for learning swordsmanship at that time was that his swordsmanship skills and handsome posture could be used to win the favor of his fellow apprentices...

In order not to waste a piece of rough jade, to allow him to calm down and practice swordsmanship, and to prevent him from missing the most critical period of growth, his master worked hard and even flawlessly accepted a second disciple.

At that time, "Gu Miao" knew that his master was interested in him, but he didn't take it seriously.

The relationship between a righteous master and a disciple is very deep, like a father and a son, and it is not uncommon for his master to treat him well.

Besides, his master is so powerful and has a very long lifespan, so there seems to be nothing wrong with him being lazy for a few years.

Once he has had enough fun and is almost cool, he can then study the sword with all his heart and inherit the mantle of his master. There is no problem at all.

But I didn't expect that the master would suddenly die when he hit the Hedao stage!

The Master in my impression was so outstanding and powerful, like a big leafy tree, protecting him from the wind and rain, and teaching him how to cultivate himself... In the subconscious of the young "Gu Miao", the Master seemed to know how to

Always by his side, standing behind him.

He never thought that the Hedao period that had blocked countless geniuses would also block his master.

Unknowingly, "Gu Miao" was already in tears.

He finally turned his head and looked up.

There was simply a low table and a futon placed there.

The familiar figure is sitting on a futon, with the natal flying sword lying across his knees. It is no longer as clear and brilliant as before, it is dim and dull, and there is no inspiration at all.

The master's head was lowered, and his vitality was also dissipated. His remains were like a tower of sand that collapsed, and every inch was annihilated.

On the low table, there are newly made jade slips.

There is no need to read it, "Gu Miao" also knows that it contains the master's life-long swordsmanship experience, experience in fighting enemies, secret opportunities, private keys... The last jade slip has not been recorded, but it is the master's message about the impact.

The experience of failure in the Hedao stage was recorded in a hurry when he was about to die. He died before he could complete it.

"Gu Miao" seemed to have returned to that afternoon a long time ago. Just like before, he reached out his hand, trying to keep his master's remains.

However, the remains were annihilated like gravel collapsing, so quietly, they disappeared in front of him, leaving no trace.

In the end, only the monastic robes that Master usually wore were left, and the inspiration dissipated and fell to the ground.

The sound of tears falling down the front was faintly heard. Thousands of sword marks on the surrounding walls, above the head, and on the ground suddenly jumped up, and together with the almost real pain that filled the room at this moment, they turned into dense white palms.

Grasping for "solitude".

Countless palms grasped the lower part, as if opening a huge bloody mouth in the void, trying to swallow "Gu Miao" in one gulp!
To be continued...