Chapter 647 A Hundred Thousand Golden Lights Cast My Body

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As soon as these words were spoken, without waiting for Xu Han and Meng Liang to have any chance to react, the sword intent enveloping the battlefield was intentionally drawn into Xu Han and Meng Liang's bodies.

Under the violent sword intent, the two of them couldn't help but tremble and fell into silence.

They didn't dare to resist this sword intent, because resisting this sword intent meant killing the will wrapped in this sword intent. They couldn't remain indifferent, because if the sword intent that poured into their bodies wasn't refined by them, this sword intent would eventually explode their bodies.

Therefore, the only choice for them at this moment was to condense this sword intent and cultivate their own sword spirit.

Just as Wang Yangming had said, this was the greatest respect for these sword spirits.

"Thanks to his strength, protect him."

...

"So that's the idea." The handsome black-clothed monk landed in front of Wang Yangming at that time. He looked at Meng Liang and the others who were wrapped in a sword formation and immediately understood Wang Yangming's plan. He smiled and said, "Lord Sword Immortal's method of breaking through and then standing was truly unexpected to this poor monk."

Then, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He asked, "Do you think this poor monk will watch them ascend to the Immortal Realm?"

Hearing this, Wang Yangming finally withdrew his gaze from Xu Han and the others. Then, he looked at the black-clothed monk and calmly said, "Isn't there still me?"

"You?" The black-clothed monk laughed. "Although Wang Jianxian is capable, as a sword spirit, he can drive thirty thousand divine swords in the mausoleum. However, the sword spirit is still a sword spirit, let alone a sword spirit without a sword body."

"A spirit without a sword, like a duckweed without roots, how can it be enemies with a poor monk?"

After the black-clothed monk finished speaking, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if he was laughing at Wang Yangming's nonsense, or at the people of the world who were blind.

At this moment, the last Sword Spirit that was bathed in blood had finally fallen under the claws of the army. At this moment, the 36,000 divine swords of the Sword Spirit had all perished, and the broken swords had landed on the hills like corpses everywhere.

At this moment, more than half of the 80,000 troops brought by the Ksitigarbha King had died, but such a loss was nothing to him. After all, the 80,000 so-called Holy Son Holy Weapons had already been destined from the moment they were sanctified.

The black-clothed monk raised an even denser smile when he thought of this. It was a smile that he had been longing for for for many years before he was about to fulfill it.

His hand slowly stretched out and black gas gushed out from his palm, heading towards the place where Xu Han and Meng Liang were.

At that moment, a hand suddenly stretched out, stopping King Ksitigarbha's hand. At the same time, a stream of sword qi gushed out, wiping away all the black qi that the King had activated.

"Huh?" King Ksitigarbha frowned and turned to look at the owner of the old hand.

There was a rare look of shock on his face at that time.

A sword spirit without a sword was like water that had turned into mist, a soul that had lost its life. He could see, but could not touch it. He might exist, but he could not interfere with external objects. This was a very simple principle, so simple that no one would have the slightest doubt about it.

Then how did Wang Yangming stop him? How did he activate the sword qi to cut off the power he had summoned?

At that moment, all these questions surged into King Ksitigarbha's mind, causing him to be seldom stunned.

"I told you, there's still me." Wang Yangming said with a smile. The hand that was blocking the Ksitigarbha King shook slightly, like a swordsman shook a sword.

At that time, the Ksitigarbha King's body seemed to have been heavily injured and flew backwards. Seeing this, the sturdy man who was nine feet away hurriedly flew up and caught the Ksitigarbha King's body that flew backwards.

King Ksitigarbha descended from the burly man with some difficulty and stood on the ground. However, he seemed to be somewhat weak. He needed the burly man to support him before he could stand upright.

"It's good that you're worried about yourself. I can see that your vitality is weak and you're on the verge of death. Whether this King of Hell sees you or me is unknown, right?" Wang Yangming stood with his hands behind his back and smiled.

King Ksitigarbha had no intention of paying attention to his injuries. He looked at Wang Yangming with a calm brow, his eyes as bright as torches, as if he wanted to see through the old man in front of him. However, the result disappointed him. He could not see through him, so he could only ask, "How can a spirit without a sword display its strength?"

Wang Yangming, dressed in white, was hunting in the night breeze. He suddenly stretched out his hand and asked with a smile, "Lord Palace Master, can you see clearly that my sword has never left before?"

When King Ksitigarbha heard this, his expression changed. He stared fixedly at Wang Yangming's stretched out hand, and the horror between his eyebrows became serious again.

...

Chen Changwu pass, sixty miles away.

Fang Ziyu and the others who had left the Sword Dragon Pass had finally had time to catch their breath. They had been traveling day and night for the past few days. At this moment, they had finally arrived outside the territory of the Chen Kingdom. According to their speed, they would arrive in the Chen Kingdom before dark tomorrow.

Of course, this was something to be happy about, whether it was for the civilians who had escaped from Great Zhou or for the few troops that Mu Liang had left. Even Li Dingxian and the others were filled with hope that since Great Zhou had fallen, Chen Country would become the only ally Great Xia could rely on.

However, Fang Ziyu's heart was not gloomy. She sat by the campfire and looked at the smiling people around her. In the end, she was unable to put a smile on her face.

Chen Xuanji was in the country of Chen...

After seeing his affection for that woman, Fang Ziyu did not know how to face the eldest senior apprentice-brother who she had never married before.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziyu let out a long sigh. Seeing this, Ning Zhumang knew his daughter's thoughts and was about to step forward to comfort her.

However, at this moment, a cry of alarm suddenly sounded out from the crowd.

Fang Ziyu and Ning Zhumang, who had thought that something had happened, subconsciously stood up and looked in the direction where the sound came from, only to see that the campsite, where most of the campfires had been extinguished, suddenly lit up with golden rays of light.

They flashed in the night like stars.

The cries of alarm from the crowd grew louder and louder. Only then did Fang Ziyu see that most of the golden light came from the clothes of those people. Among them, there were Jiang Lai and the others who were rescued from Jingzhou by Xu Han. There were also people from Jizhou, and there were also some old troops of the Mu Clan Army.

The golden light that flickered in their clothes grew brighter and brighter, making it almost impossible for people to look directly at it.

Afterwards, their clothes bulged up at that time, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon. Probably because they had never seen such a strange phenomenon before, the cries of alarm in the crowd grew louder and louder, and some people were even ready to flee for their lives.

Pu!

Suddenly, a soft sound rang out in the crowd. A small hole was suddenly opened in the armor of a soldier. At that time, the golden light suddenly leapt out like a torrent that had found an exit. Following that, the clothes of the people shining with golden light were knocked open one after another. The golden light quickly transformed into a stream of light and surged towards the south.

When Fang Ziyu saw this, the golden light was shockingly the copper coins that Xu Han had rescued earlier!

It wasn't just here, the same thing was happening in all parts of this world.

There were hunters who hid in the dense forest and waited for their prey to arrive. One day, after the day of farming, they sat in front of the courtyard gate and looked at the farmer in the sky with their children.

Some of them were looking at the night in the distance, hoping that they would be able to safely pass through today's garrison, and some of them were parents who were taking their children on the escape route.

They were all of different ages and identities, but without exception, they or their ancestors passed by somewhere one day in a year and saw an old man carrying a large wooden box and singing softly for them.

They either understood the tactfulness and repetition, or felt that it was not easy for the old man to do so, so they generously handed a coin to the bowl in which the old man was missing a mouthful when he asked for the reward.

As a result, a period of karma was formed. Many years later, the old man stood alone on the summit of Dragon Hidden Mountain. The ten lightning tribulations combined, and the watchman personally brought him to the Myriad Domains of the Universe.

Even though the old man had survived, he was still able to prove the Grand Dao with his own strength. In the end, the ideal of changing this world was in vain.

He was ashamed of his old friends who had sacrificed their lives to help him a thousand years ago, and of all the living beings who had kindly traveled with him over the past thousand years. Therefore, the moment he left this world, he flicked his finger. A hundred thousand copper coins fell to the ground like stars, like a bird returning to its nest. They returned to their former masters. This was the last thing the old man had done for this world.

At this moment, all of the copper plates flashed with dazzling golden light as they flew into the horizon. The night of the entire world was dissipated in that instant. The golden light that filled the sky gathered together. They responded to the call from a thousand years ago, revealing their true appearances to the eyes of the world once again.

...

A shadow of a sword appeared in Wang Yangming's hand. Under King Ksitigarbha's surprised gaze, streaks of golden light surged from the distant horizon and surged into the shadow of a sword.

Thus, a long sword that was no more than three feet long and flowed with golden light slowly solidified in Wang Yangming's hand.

The sword intent surged out like a tide, enveloping the sky above the Sword Mausoleum. The boundless sword intent seemed to have substance, and it had the momentum of black clouds pressing down on the city.

At this moment, Wang Yangming reached out and stroked the golden sword. The sword trembled slightly as his fingers moved, as if he was talking and cheering.

"Long time no see."

Wang Yangming said softly.

"He's gone. Only you and I are left this time."

"But we also have to fight on so that we won't lose his prestige, nor your prestige."

At this point, Wang Yangming paused slightly. His hand that was stroking the sword also stopped. Then, he asked again.

"Are you ready?"

Clang!

A dragon-like roar rose from the sword.

Wang Yangming flew towards the Kuroshio-like purple monster.

At that time, the Heavenly Sword Intent surged like a river and sea, and the golden light on the sword body in his hand resplendent like a river of stars.

The old man's white hair fluttered, as if a thousand years ago, that person had returned...