After signing in for a hundred years, hundreds of millions of people begged me to go out and destroy

Chapter 152 Ancient Lotus Sect Headquarters, Comprehending Sword Intent

Split the mountains.

In a hidden valley.

The crooked figure appeared here like a ghost.

He lifted a vine with ease and entered the cave behind it.

Then, they passed through a long and narrow passage.

The front gradually revealed light.

There is a huge underground space here.

There are many night pearls inlaid on the stone dome, dispelling the darkness underground.

Under the light, there are pieces of ancient buildings.

Cloaked monks shuttle here.

Although the number is small, all of them are alchemy stage monks.

In addition, almost all of them are accompanied by a puppet with hands hanging down, which looks like a walking dead.

As soon as the hunched figure appeared, the monks coming and going here bowed to him one after another.

"Vice hall master."

"Meet the deputy head."

The hunchbacked figure nodded slightly, and then came to an ordinary building.

There is a huge pool here.

There are more than a dozen bodies floating in the pool, floating up and down.

Some bodies are still struggling.

But more bodies are as quiet as dead.

A tall and thin figure sat on a chair with his back facing him.

The hands flashed quickly, forming mysterious handprints one by one.

Finally, it slapped violently on the sky cap of a body.

The body struggled violently at first.

But as the handprints appeared, the extent of the struggle became smaller and smaller.

When the slap was patted, there was complete silence.

The tall and thin figure nodded before pushing it into the pool.

The whole process lasted about half an hour.

The crooked figure didn't speak the whole time, but just waited quietly in place.

The tall and thin figure let out a mouthful of turbid air, and slowly got up.

"Xu Hao was searched for his soul, a Nascent Soul stage puppet blew himself up, and ten monks in the alchemy stage of the Holy Cult died."

"Not long after the revival of the Holy Church, it was just when there was a shortage of manpower, but you caused the Holy Church to suffer such a loss."

"Tell me, how should I punish you?"

The tall and thin figure turned around, revealing a gloomy and cold face.

The hunched figure bent even lower, "Master, I deserve death, please make me a human puppet."

The hall master did not speak.

There was a dead silence in the room.

After a while, the hall master said calmly,

"Forget it, no one thought that Qin Xuan would arrive so quickly, he is the biggest variable."

"Besides, you are also decisive in doing things, making that Nascent Soul puppet explode, otherwise Qin Xuan is likely to find out our base camp."

"Now that the holy religion has not been revived, it is time to employ people. I will not pursue your mistakes."

The rickety figures all knelt down, weeping uncontrollably, "Thank you Hall Master for your tolerance!"

The hall master said indifferently, "Death crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped!"

"Although the Chongxiao Sword Sect was severely injured, Ye Fangqing was not dead, and sooner or later he will recover."

"Jing Guo, there is no chaos!"

The hunched figure said in a deep voice, "Please tell the hall master! The subordinates will definitely go through fire and water, and they will die!"

The hall master said indifferently, "You are now the number two figure in the Yuanyuan Sect, so make good use of your status."

"Since we can't mess with Chongxiao Sword Sect, which has monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, let's change our target."

"I think the array gate is not bad."

"Be quick when doing things. Emotions are just useless things. After abandoning the emotions and desires, you are the humerus of the holy religion!"

"Understood! This subordinate will do it immediately!" The hunched figure nodded and left immediately without any hesitation.

"By the way, don't waste the alchemy stage monks of the Yuanyuan Sect whether they are dead or alive."

"Bring back the living ones to be human puppets, and the dead ones to be corpse puppets."

The hall master turned around, continued to deal with those bodies, and ordered casually.

"Yes!" The hunchbacked figure nodded.

……

Capital, death row.

Qin Xuan has already returned to this place.

As soon as he came back, he couldn't wait to take out the remnant stele and start to comprehend it.

However, having learned the previous lesson, Qin Xuan called Xiaoyu and Li Shanhe over in advance and asked them to protect him.

"let's start!"

Qin Xuan concentrated his attention and stared at the section of the remnant stele.

At first glance, it is just a smooth section, and the texture of the stone can be seen.

When you look at it again, those lines seem to twist, forming a small sword that shuttles back and forth.

When he looked again, these small swords actually broke away from the remnant stele and stabbed straight towards his eyes!

Qin Xuan's pupils shrank.

Subconsciously, I will look away.

But he vaguely felt that if he looked away, he might miss this comprehension.

Everything has to be started from scratch.

Qin Xuan opened his eyes wide and remained motionless.

Even though those small swords pierced his pupils, his face did not change.

Then, he felt warm liquid flowing from the corners of his eyes, flowing over his cheeks, and seeping into his mouth.

Salty.

is blood!

No, is it really bleeding?

Qin Xuan shook his head slightly, he felt pain and blood.

But I am afraid that I am still in the artistic conception brought by the sword intent.

Everything is a test.

The test of sword intent on him.

Crash.

More and more blood flowed from the corner of the eye.

In the end, it even completely obscured the world in front of me.

A blood red.

Can't see anything.

But Qin Xuan remained motionless, like a stone sculpture.

at some point.

A sword chant soared into the sky.

The blood-red world in front of him shattered like glass.

Blood red was completely replaced by snow white.

Qin Xuan touched his eyes, they were intact and there was no blood.

He looked around, but there was nothing around him.

But there seemed to be something calling him ahead.

Qin Xuan didn't hesitate, and immediately moved in that direction.

Run, run, run.

Go, go, go.

One day, two days, or three days?

Qin Xuan didn't know how long he had been gone.

All I know is that I have been moving unswervingly in that direction.

Finally, something appeared in sight.

It was a sword.

A sword that exudes a fiery light, as if it is about to burn the world.

Every time Qin Xuan took a step closer to it, the surrounding air would rise by more than ten degrees.

When it was still a hundred meters away, Qin Xuan's lips were chapped.

At a distance of 70 meters, the water is lost and the skin cracks.

At a distance of 40 meters, the hair burned to ashes.

When the distance was ten meters, the skin all over his body was red, like a burning man.

Qin Xuan stretched out his hand firmly, gripping the sword tightly.

There was an incomparably severe pain in the palm of his hand.

But Qin Xuan did not relax for a moment, as if this hand was not his own.

Time passed bit by bit.

Qin Xuan's skin was on fire.

The internal organs also seemed to be burned to ashes.

In the end, only the skeleton remains of the whole body.

But he still gripped the hilt tightly.

Not at all relaxed.

Finally, at some point.

There was no longer a hot feeling from the hilt of the sword.

The scorching heat in the surrounding air also disappeared without a trace.

The scene before Qin Xuan's eyes quickly reversed.

The broken blood-red world reappears.

The blood that was running in the eyes began to flow backwards.

The world is spinning and the world is spinning and whirling.

Suddenly, a cold touch came.

Qin Xuan took a closer look, and his fingers happened to touch the smooth section of the remnant stele.

There is no blood-red world or snow-white world in front of my eyes.

No horrible heat, scorching hilts.

I am still on the fifth floor of the prison.

It has not changed from beginning to end.

"It's done?"

Qin Xuan frowned, and looked at the stele again.

Suddenly, he found that the remnant stele no longer had that mysterious and powerful sword intent.

"Old Qin, you have a certain smell."

"A smell that makes me feel obsessed..."

At this moment, Lord Devourer flew out, circled around Qin Xuan a few times, and said doubtfully.