Chapter 312: One Sword Shatters the Demon Sword, Thousands of Souls DispersedJiang Mo ignored his flattery and just said calmly: "Bring the things here." "Yes." "Please take a look. The demon sword is inside." Lu Ci liked this refreshing energy. The wrinkles on his face relaxed slightly. He quickly took off the sword case on his back, held it up with both hands, took a few steps forward cautiously, and presented it to Jiang Mo. "I beg Master Jiang, if you can help my brother get rid of this, I will be very grateful. I am willing to repay you with my family's unique skills." Lu Ci was afraid that his sincerity would not seem enough, so he made a promise immediately. "Why do I need your unique skills?" Jiang Mo didn't care. His eyes dropped and penetrated the sword case. A twisted, turbid resentful aura was attached to the blade. After a long period of baptism, the two had undergone a qualitative change. From the perspective of a magical weapon, the grade was not low. "Last year I heard that Brother Zhuge Dao traveled around the world and collected ancient boxing manuals for you. I thought you at least needed it." "My brother is the person I respect the most. If you can help him get rid of his guilt, I will be grateful to you no matter how much I thank you."
"Let's put things in perspective. Maybe you are willing to help exorcise the knife because it belongs to the devils, and you don't necessarily need my thanks, but I, Lu Ci, cannot remain indifferent and say nothing. Besides, Ruyi Jin is much more powerful than some martial arts in the martial arts world, and it should be helpful to you." "I would not hand it over even if someone else kills me, but if it falls into your hands, it will be an honor for our Lu family. I hope to see it in your hands one day and see what a shocking scene it will be." After saying that, the old fox didn't give Jiang Mo any chance to refuse. He quickly took out an old boxing manual from his arms and placed it neatly on the table next to Jiang Mo. "." "You are a master of flattery." "No, these are all from the bottom of my heart. Please forgive me." Lu Ci smiled happily. Judging from Jiang Mo's statement, this matter was most likely a success. A mere Japanese magic sword was not a big deal. The old man would definitely find a way to solve it. "This thing is dirty and not suitable for purification inside the gate. Jin'er, take him with us." Jiang Mo grasped the sword case and slowly stood up. The moment the five fingers of his right hand fell, the demon sword in the case trembled like a living thing, especially the vengeful spirit in the sword, which felt that its entire spiritual world was about to collapse and was extremely panicked. The mysterious things outside the box made it obey its nature like never before and feel fear. "Is it overseas, uncle?" Lu Jin asked uncertainly. "Correct." As he spoke, Jiang Mo formed a seal with one hand and cast the spell "The World Is Within Reach". His figure instantly disappeared, crossing more than 10,000 kilometers and appearing on the other side of the world. "This is so mysterious!!" Lu Ci's eyes widened with envy. From the brief conversation between the two, he guessed that it was a technique similar to the Fire Escape Technique of the Huode Sect. At the same time, Lu Jin activated the white pendant tied to his chest and shook it gently. A silver-white square structure suddenly fell, covering Lu Ci. This was a higher-level storage device forged by the sect's guardian Yousha, which could temporarily accommodate living beings. "Go in." "Okay, Lao Lu, please give me a ride."
Lu Ci was full of curiosity and stepped in. The space suddenly shrank countless times, the light disappeared, and the pendant returned to calm. Lu Jin emptied his mind, formed seals with his hands, and his body surface emitted flashes of bright silver light. Unlike his uncle who could easily cross 14,000 kilometers, the distance he could cross at the first level of Xuanming was limited. He needed to cast spells many times and pass through certain specific marked points overseas before he could move there. "call out!" "call out!" "call out!" In an instant, Lu Jin's figure shattered into countless light particles, and a vortex collapsed in the void where he was, engulfing the light particles in the sky. Afterwards, from the Sutra Library of the Trinity Gate to the many rocky islands overseas, white figures continued to gather and disappear, repeating this process over and over again. After several breaths, Lu Jin arrived at North Kole Island and released Lu Ci. "Where is this?!" To Lu Ci, who was trapped in the storage space, it felt like less than ten seconds had passed. He looked at the island in front of him, which was in pieces, as if it had been trampled by a giant beast. He was immediately horrified and thought of a possibility: Could this be the battlefield where Jiang Menzhang fought with the aliens from all over the world? ! Each crack was several hundred meters long and some were more than a thousand meters long, which was horrifying to him. If those unknown means hit a person, he would be instantly reduced to ashes. Who could withstand it? “North Kolai Island.” The next moment, Lu Jin gave the answer, confirming Lu Ci's guess. Hearing it made him feel uneasy. It was indeed that battlefield. After the two arrived, Jiang Mo slightly retracted his five fingers, and with a loud "bang", the sword case shattered into countless powders and fell to the ground. An evil demon sword floated in the air, and red evil spirit lingered around the blade, as if it was desperately resisting. This sign is rare throughout history. "Master Jiang, be careful. Do not touch the demon sword directly." Somehow, Lu Ci gave a reminder for no reason, and even stuttered while speaking. After he finished speaking, he realized the absurdity of his behavior. How could an existence that could not be shaken by the power of the world's top supernatural beings be injured by a Japanese demon sword? He was obviously worrying for no reason. However, Jiang Mo ignored him, raised his right hand, grasped it, and instantly entered the spiritual world inside the sword. "what!!!" A shrill wailing sounded, and with the appearance of Jiang Mo, a flawless white light lingered around him, and the yang energy of his soul was boiling and hot. Wherever he passed, countless ghosts retreated, and the vengeful spirits even felt that their bodies were about to split apart. "You are not a swordsman! Who are you?" The two were more than ten meters apart, and the vengeful spirit was in a panic. A simple human swordsman would focus most of his energy on honing his sword skills. Even if he had secret methods for mental training, it would only grow to a certain strength, and the rest of his life would be in a full and stagnant state. But the sword wielder who appeared this time didn't look like a human at all. It was thousands or even tens of thousands of times more terrifying than the strongest soul ever seen. Just based on the current distance, it was already suffering from excruciating pain and didn't dare to move forward even a little bit. Jiang Mo's soul, with frosty hair and a silver body, his true appearance cannot be seen. His entire body is obscured by the boundless fairy light, and his soul power is so powerful that it seems to have no end. Over the past seventy years, he has practiced without a single slack moment. The three levels of eternal rebirth and the nine levels of soul-breaking spells have together enhanced his sexual cultivation, creating this monster-level soul. The first encounter made the evil spirit tremble like a sieve. It couldn't even imagine how powerful this human body was. "Please, don't kill me!!! I haven't reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, I haven't faced the most amazing swordsman, I don't want to die, please!!" The evil spirit was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly and just fell to his knees.
Jiang Mo noticed the ghosts floating in the air nearby. Their pale and haggard faces were looking at him in fear, so he asked: "Are those ghosts imprisoned by you?" "I don't know. I was tortured by ninjas, sorcerers, and swordsmen from many schools during my lifetime. My obsession persisted and merged with my sword and the essence of the mysteries of kendo. This transformed the sword and gave me the ability to plunder the mysteries of others." The vengeful spirit was in a state of panic and told the truth about everything it had experienced. After death, it was in a state of being possessed by a demon, and had no rival to fulfill its long-cherished wish, so it lived on in the world like a ghost. "." "Then I'll give you a ride." Jiang Mo's soul light separated and fell, turning into a transparent lightsaber. The golden ancient fire was leaping on it. It was a magical power born from the Five Qi Dharmakaya, which could burn all visible and invisible things. "Do not!!" “You can’t do this!!!” The vengeful spirit screamed loudly, and it retreated repeatedly, its whole body feeling as if it was falling into an icy cave, without even the slightest thought of resisting. "call!!" Jiang Mo didn't bother to pay attention to its pleas for mercy. He waved his hand and a strong wind swept in. The densely packed ghosts around him were captured and dragged behind him. Among them were many of his compatriots and aliens who died during the Republic of China period. There were too many of them for him to distinguish them, so he had to protect them as much as possible. "Can't you kill me? What a joke!" "Boom!" At the same time, Jiang Mo swung out a sword, which was like a rising blue dragon, roaring and shaking. The sword light condensed by the true fire of the ancient path destroyed the vengeful spirit and the spiritual world behind it. It couldn't even utter a last wailing cry, and its soul completely shattered between heaven and earth. After one strike, the spiritual world inside the entire sword was cracked beyond repair and quickly collapsed. Nearly a thousand ghosts underwent strange changes. They screamed in pain, and the black evil spirit that bound their bodies began to dissolve. Many souls were torn into pieces, resembling those of a tortured death, but they were gradually recovering their original appearance. Jiang Mo left, and when he opened his eyes again, the magic sword in his hand had broken into several pieces and was covered in rust. One after another, thin souls flew out of the magic sword and floated into the void. The souls of the strange people who had been killed by the magic sword in the past, including Gao Yingcai, Tang Houren, Du Fochong, Tang Tongbi from the Tang Clan, Lu Ren from the Lu family, as well as some disciples from the three Putuo temples and Longhu Mountain, and the former guards of the four families, were all freed. Lu Jin looked up at the void above and recognized several familiar figures. They were the guards of his family when he was young. He felt mixed emotions. When a person dies, his soul dissipates, his Qi turns into wind and his flesh turns into mud. These souls that should have dissipated many years ago were forcibly imprisoned in the demon sword and enslaved, their abilities drained away, and they became confused and unconscious, without even their own consciousness, and were no different from wild beasts. Until the moment of liberation, they seemed to have regained a bit of clarity. Their memories were severely damaged. They looked at the people below blankly, wanting to express their gratitude but not knowing where to start. "elder brother!!" Among the dense group of souls, Lu Ci was the first to find his brother and called out loudly. His eyes were already sore and his numb heart was touched. "it's me!!"
The gentle young man heard the familiar voice, looked down, and saw the old man who was in his twilight years and out of control. He looked into his eyes, a hint of tenderness appeared, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. At this moment, tears flowed down his old cheeks. Lu Ci's heart was filled with bitterness. He wanted to pour out his experiences over the years, but he no longer had the chance. The young man vaguely remembered who he was and wanted to say something, but it was too late. In just a few breaths, his soul dissipated into the vast sky and earth. The demon sword breaks and the ghosts disperse. (End of this chapter)