There's something wrong with my master.

The heavy sword intent entangled with the power of the four seasons in his body, trying to chop his body into pieces.

He tried to suppress it, and after a while, he glanced at the sword that smelled of blood and said lightly.

"If you want to take anything, take it. My body, my soul, or my feelings, or everything I have."

"As long as you can help me break the blockade, I am willing to be your puppet."

His tone was neither sad nor happy, and his expression would only fluctuate slightly when the seven-colored light flashed on his heart.

The ancient sword with blood-red rust on its body flew down and circled around Yun Changsheng as if it was inspecting some cargo.

The blood-red fog became thicker and thicker.

The sword spirit of the ancient sword seemed to be smiling, but also seemed to be mocking.

"Give everything you have, everything that the burning embers can burn, and melt it into that sword. It will indeed be able to break the blockade."

"But such a soul without fighting spirit makes me feel disgusted."

"I kind of regret coming out with you."

His voice was hoarse, like a lot of glass shards mixed together and colliding with each other, extremely harsh.

"A person who has cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness of Love has no fighting spirit." Yun Changsheng did not refute Gu Jian's words.

He really has never had the fighting spirit.

I have persisted until now just to protect Lin Xi.

“A person can accomplish as much as he or she is capable of.”

"I know my abilities very well and this is the best outcome I could have hoped for."

The ancient sword stained with bright red rust remained silent.

He circled in the cave and finally hovered in the air, as if looking outside the cave.

"My previous master encountered many more dangerous things than this."

"Like now, he is only a Mahayana cultivator, but is blocked by several tribulation-crossing cultivators. He has encountered this many times."

"But later he was still alive, while all the monks who blocked his way died."

“It’s really sad that we feel we can’t do something without even trying it.”

The ancient sword floated down and whispered in Yun Changsheng's ear.

"Why don't you think about it? You have worked hard, so all the people and things on this mountain are saved by you."

"And in the end you are still here, not dead."

"You need determination and fighting spirit, instead of planning your funeral affairs one by one like you are doing now, thinking that you are going to die for sure."

"Just like my previous master, every time he encountered a strong enemy, he always felt that he would not be the one to die."

"Later, he did not die. It was always someone else who died."

"It's useless." Yun Changsheng shook his head.

Tai Shang Wang Qing's absolute rationality told him that what the sword said was a fantasy.

Some things are useless no matter how hard you try.

The result was already determined.

Just like a person without qualifications, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot practice. This is the rule of the world.

And now he has tried his best.

"I really regret coming out with you." Gu Jian repeated his previous words.

"Then you should know that, except for your previous master, all others who had such thoughts are dead."

Yun Changsheng threw a jade slip towards the ancient sword, on which was recorded the names of the great demonic masters who had been killed.

After that murderous incident, there was a wave of demonic influence in this world.

Those who think they are great think that they can kill their way through this world like that killer.

They fear neither heaven nor earth.

In the end, some fell from fantasy to reality and became monks honestly.

Others all died in that wave.

When Gu Jian saw this, he didn't even look at the jade slip, but said something.

"How do you know you won't be the next one alive?"

Yun Changsheng fell silent.

He didn't expect that this sword that could kill people would be like this.

However, it seems reasonable that the sword has developed such a character when it encounters a master who kills gods and Buddhas.

However, the Snow Cloud Sword, which is the sword that kills immortals, does not seem to have this problem.

Well... after being tormented by the forgetful Tianyun and the possessed Tianxue, it seems reasonable that the Xueyun Sword does not have this problem.

If you have to compare the two swords.

A beast that follows its master and kills indiscriminately, and has never been educated by society.

The other one has already been taught a lesson and now just wants to survive, otherwise Qiankun Realm will be a lesson for him...

After all, both the immortals and their magical weapons have failed, and he only has a top-notch magical flying sword, so it is natural that he may also fail.

This is called seeing through the world.

"What do you want me to do?"

Since it’s death anyway, Yun Changsheng doesn’t mind listening to what the sword says.

"You need to inspire your fighting spirit, determination, and belief in survival."

"I told you, I don't have anything like that."

Yun Changsheng shook his head again.

Maybe it was there when I first came here, but it is really gone now.

Even if he hadn't cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness, he probably wouldn't have had this kind of thing after going through so many things.

This is the world of cultivating immortals, it is very realistic.

It wasn’t the hot-blooded anime he watched on Blue Star.

Moreover, he felt that if this sword took a few beatings with him outside, it would probably no longer have the fighting spirit, determination, and faith.

"Do you really think your last master had the determination, fighting spirit, and faith?"

Yun Changsheng remembered that when he first entered the dream of killing wood, he kept killing, killing and killing.

He only felt cold-bloodedness and cruelty, but not fighting spirit, determination and faith.

I always feel that this sword had some misunderstanding with its previous owner...

"Were you the one who inherited the skills for me last time?" Yun Changsheng thought for a moment and then asked.

"That was the residual soul that my master left behind on purpose. The residual soul attached itself to me. When the inheritance ended, the residual soul disappeared."

Gu Jian's voice was still hoarse.

But in Yun Changsheng's eyes, the sword suddenly became a little bit childish.

"I see." Yun Changsheng nodded.

That makes sense.

"Have you ever thought about why your master didn't take you to the fairyland later?"

"My master no longer used a sword to kill people, but to tear them apart with his bare hands instead."

"..."

As far as Yun Changsheng knew, the killer ascended with a sword.

He had experienced the dream of that killer and the life of that killer.

He clearly remembered that the killer ascended into the sky holding a sword.

"Have you ever thought that your master has forged a new sword and no longer wants you?"

Yun Changsheng thought that the killer might have thought that the broken sword was too naive and unreliable, so he threw it away.

It is called leaving a legacy.

"impossible!"

"..."

The cave fell into silence.

Only the faint smell of blood was still lingering.

After a long time, Yun Changsheng broke the slightly weird atmosphere.

He was in a hurry and had no time to struggle with the broken sword.

Feeling that Lin Xi's breath was still at the foot of Four Seasons Mountain, he calmed himself down and said in a light tone.

"Do whatever you want, as long as you can break that blockade."

Chapter 304: Early Morning

"Many things have two sides, just like the heavy sword spirit in your body."

"Have you ever thought about using your body as a sword to cut back this heavy sword intent?"

"Of course it's useless to cut Wu Ji, but what if it's to cut someone else?"

"By doing this, at least one of the monks who is undergoing the tribulation will be delayed for a while."

"And during this time, you will have one less enemy in the Tribulation Crossing Stage."

Ever since Yun Changsheng said that you can do whatever you want with this sword.

The ancient sword stained with bright red rust began to carve on Yun Changsheng's body with the tip of the sword.

"This sword intent is controlled by Wu Ji, so it's useless even if it's slashed out."

"Are you stupid? If you can't refine this sword intent, can't you refine the mark left by Wu Ji on this sword intent?"

Yun Changsheng, who was being tormented by the ancient sword, thought for a while and then began to try.

After Wu Ji swung out his sword, he never thought of retracting the sword intent, so the mark left on it was very faint.

It seems that it is indeed possible to try to refine the brand.

But if I use my body as a sword and the enemy's sword intent as a weapon and swing it out of my body, I will die, right?

No, he will definitely die.

"I won't die. My master does this kind of thing all the time and even created a spell specifically for this purpose."

"..."

With enemies everywhere in the world, it would be embarrassing to go out if you don't have eight or ten sword or knife wounds or other wounds on your body.

It seems reasonable to create a special technique like this?

"After you practice this technique, you can use your body as a sword and swing the sword intent in your body out."

"Then use my sword to swing again, and maybe there will be a remnant soul or bone residue left."

"This seems to be no different from being dead." Yun Changsheng said in a light tone.

No one knew what this broken sword was doing, and it made his soul twitch in pain.

But there was still no expression on his face.

In the end, if this method of breaking the sword doesn't work, then just pick up the sword and chop it directly.

Instead of believing in this immature sword, it is better to believe in the inheritance left by the remaining soul of the killer.