Chapter 72 Thousand years ago, the fall of Shushan

Since receiving Wang Fei's warning call, Du Xiaochuan has become more alert to Blue's safety. Now in this residential building, he not only opens the "Sky Eye Vision Array" all day. Over the past few days, Du Xiaochuan has also forged three array plates with an arsenal. It was not until all four array plates were arranged that he felt a little relieved. At the same time, Du Xiaochuan also told Blue not to go out to prevent accidents.

Because of this, Blue has been bored these days. Looking at Blue next to her, Du Xiaochuan couldn't help but shake his head.

Blue was wearing a short skirt, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a remote control in her hand, looking for a TV show. The large shirt Du Xiaochuan used to wear on blue has now been replaced with a beautiful and cute suspender suit. The suspender suit has designed the sleeves to be a light style, and the long sleeves cover the entire blue palm. With Du Xiaochuan's dull aesthetic vision, it has to be admitted that this suspender suit is very suitable for blue. When worn on her, it is like a little princess.

Of course, if it wasn't that kind of sitting position!

"Don't sit and watch TV like that! Take out the rich lady's upbringing!"

Du Xiaochuan said this kind of thing many times, but the blue color still does what it means.

After looking at the blue of the TV program bored, Du Xiaochuan reminded: "Although you know you are bored these days, don't go out casually recently, as it's very dangerous outside!"

"I know! I'll be careful." Blue pouted her mouth, looking unhappy.

In Finland's vast pastoral countryside, it is full of greenery. A mountain that is not tall seems proud in the plain. At the foot of the mountain, a typical European building with a beige white is built against the mountain. The scenery here is as beautiful as a painting, like a paradise for the hermit. But unlike the soft external scenery, the beige white building looks extremely dark. If you look closely, you will find the reason for this dimness. Because most of the windows are shaded by thick curtains, the sun cannot be projected in at all.

Black looked at the information about the target this time. The photo shows a cute little girl with big blue eyes and blond hair.

"Is this cute little girl the one to be killed this time? Mafia, it's getting worse and worse!" Black looked at the target information calmly, without any emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

The goal this time was a little girl, and he had no mercy.

Sympathy, pity, hatred, like, and hate this kind of relationship, and killer doesn't need to add this kind of relationship to the target person. It is even more stupid to add this kind of relationship to the target person. Although the target person is a beautiful little girl, it cannot cause any emotional fluctuations in Black. He quickly finished reading this information that he rated as worthless, and then picked up another information sheet.

Black read this information sheet very seriously.

"There is a mere heir of the mafia family, and there is a cultivator as a bodyguard." Black analyzed the information in his hand carefully and was not in a hurry to think about the action plan.

Black inserted the memory card into the computer not far away and opened a video file. This was a 17 or 18-year-old boy who protected the target person behind him. The picture was finally frozen in the scene where the bullet was swept away. Then, the picture was converted to an off-road vehicle equipped with multiple heavy weapons and chasing another off-road vehicle equipped with an energy cover. When several rockets hit the energy cover and the off-road vehicle was driving safely, Black showed a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"So fast, so powerful body, and a strange magic weapon." Black's eyes showed a look of exclamation, and then he became full of joy.

"This will be a good opponent." Black thought to himself with joy.

Eleven years ago, Black's cultivation level had reached the peak of the Little Spirit Realm. But until now, he was still unable to break through that level and enter the Great Spirit Realm.

"The big and small spiritual realm realm, there is no powerful realm barrier. Why did I have been unable to break through to the Great Spirit Realm realm after spending more than ten years?" Black couldn't help but sigh when he thought of his own cultivation.

The second greatest realm of a practitioner: the spiritual realm, there are only two levels, namely the small spiritual realm and the large spiritual realm. If you break through the great spiritual realm, you can enter the realm of realm that countless practitioners have dreamed of and are qualified to be called the realm of realm. From then on, you will prepare for the impact on the immortal level.

In the world of cultivation, monks in the realm of the realm have another title: Immortal Reserve.

Black was trapped in the Little Spirit Realm for more than ten years and could not make any progress. He practiced hard for many years without any results, and his cultivation level did not improve at all. He resolutely devoted himself to the despicable industry of killers. He wanted to hone his nature at the critical moment of life and death in order to make a breakthrough. Although he has not yet broken through the Little Spirit Realm, he has gained a lot. He believed that his decision was not wrong at that time.

More than ten years of killer career have led to a deep relationship with the Mafia. A few days ago, the Mafia found him and was willing to pay a high price to take the life of a little girl. How could anything outside the body impress Black? After all, for practitioners, money is indeed no different from dirt. The reason why he accepted this mission was because of the powerful Eastern practitioner. The strength of this young man was enough to be his opponent. It is precisely because of this that he was so happy. Only the continuous hesitation between life and death can enable him to break through the current stage.

After all, he is... a sword cultivator!

"Only between life and death, can we attain the supreme sword path." This sentence once carved in the highest place of sword cultivation a thousand years ago, on the Shushan Border Monument, made Black feel sad.

With the familiar knocking sound, Black retracted his fascination for the Sacred Land of Sword Cultivation. At this time, he naturally knew who would be.

Black welcomed the door and opened the door for the visitor: "Teacher, you are here."

The teacher Black said was in his fifties. Although his hair was half gray, his spirit was not as twilight as a young man in his twenties.

"Blake, I heard that you have taken another mission, and the target is an Eastern practitioner. You should know that the Joint Council does not agree in principle, and practitioners below the realm of the realm are killing each other." Old Duncan said with advice.

The "joint council" mentioned by Old Duncan refers to a huge organization controlled by the twelve teaching groups and manages all the practitioners in the world. After the last calamity of gods, in order to prevent the disaster from coming again, practitioners from all over the world finally united and formed such a huge thing. In order to protect the already scarce power of practitioners in today's society, the joint council opposes cultivators below the realm of the realm to fight without authorization.

Although Black respected his teacher very much, he just shook his head helplessly: "Teacher, you know, I am a sword cultivator."

Old Duncan naturally understood what Black meant. The breakthrough of his disciple's cultivation requires a sense of life and death. Using the moment of life and death to sharpen his mind is the best way for sword cultivators to break through the bottleneck.

Despite this, Old Duncan still reminded: "That Eastern country has two major sects in the parliament, the Six Path Alliance and the Immortal Alliance. You must be a good judge in your work. Those Eastern people have always protected their shortcomings. Don't hurt that person's life, otherwise I will not be able to protect you."

"This disciple understands." Black nodded, and the teacher's concern was already clear.

Thinking of something, Old Duncan sighed again: "If it weren't for Shushan being hit by a stone elves in the end of the gods, a huge sect of cultivation would have been removed from history in a short moment. You wouldn't have been so difficult for you to wait for the sword cultivator. Losing the foundation of the sword cultivator in Shushan, it wouldn't be a wise move to choose the sword cultivator."

"If the stone elves had not launched the end of the gods, the land in the east, as the center of the world, would have been unbreakable. The current joint meeting may not have existed." Thinking of the reason for the decline of the sword cultivator group, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

As a member of the crazy era when he experienced the end of the gods a thousand years ago, Old Duncan couldn't help but recall many past events.
Chapter completed!