Martial Boss Chapter 912

The fiery fire energy steamed the watery mist, and the demonic wind and sword energy impacted with a whimpering sound. There were half a dozen cracks in the air that ran across the entire mysterious realm, swallowing up everything around them.

This mysterious realm was on the verge of destruction.

Shen Yunji’s face was complicated as he looked at this former division, the homeland where he had once stayed for over two hundred years. The Sword God Lake, after all, was going to be destroyed.

“It’s all in the past —–”

Shen Yunji calmed down his emotions and looked towards the sword qi that was calmly hovering in the air.

The Heaven Dividing Sword Qi was sharp and unmatched, even in such a chaotic environment, those sword qi that remained in the air could not be dispersed for a long time.

The sword qi was crisscrossed and combined into nine large characters that glittered with cold light.

“Good disciple, I will come to you.”

The Sword God wrote a message before he left, he went back to find Shen Yunji, his good disciple, only after he had regained his full strength.

“Sure enough, Master has already left this place.” Shen Yunji sighed.

This former master had devoted his life to the sword, but it did not mean that he was an imbecile who did not care about other things. Perhaps other sword fools would be like this, but the Sword God would never be like this.

The Sword God once said that the greatest sorrow of a swordsman is not to die under a strong enemy, but to die in the calculations of a weak one.

So in order to prevent himself from falling into this sad situation one day, Sword God is extremely knowledgeable about all kinds of schemes and calculations and sinister methods, and if he really uses schemes, he is no weaker than those old coins who have accumulated years of experience.

But ironically, the Sword God eventually fell to the schemes of others, and was sealed for over 900 years, nearly locked up to death.

The only way to repay such a great shame was with blood. Whether it was Shen Yunji or the people remaining in the Sword God Lake, they all had to bear the Sword God’s wrath.

Shen Yunji was also aware of this, and although he asked himself if he had done nothing wrong in the first place, betrayal was betrayal, and no one would allow a betrayer to still be at large.

“Master, let me be your disciple and fight with you to see if my disciple’s sword can enter your eyes today.”

Shen Yunji turned back and walked out of the secret realm, probing his palm, and the mist rose again, covering the Sword God Lake once more.

“This… old ancestor, are you going to seal the Sword God Lake again?”

Seeing this, Bai Xingkong and the others could not help but ask.

“It’s not really a seal, it’s just to avoid others from entering the dangerous place. The Sword God Lake – it’s going to be destroyed.”

Shen Yunji raised his eyes to the sky, confirming that Yin Tiandi and the other supreme being shrouded within the blood-coloured light had left, before he said to Bai Xingkong and the others.

“The Sword God, that is, the old master, has gotten out of his trap, and after he recovers, he will definitely liquidate you and the others. In the future, you and the others will follow the old man.”

“Yes, thank you, old ancestor.” Bai Xingkong and the others said in unison.

Although they had failed to obtain the Ten Thousand Destructive Qi this time, it was still old to have an additional Supreme Ancestor.

It was just that I didn’t know how long this supreme old ancestor would be able to last.

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In the Northern Zhou Imperial Palace, in the Hall of Nurtured Hearts.

Feng Jiuyu closed the memo he had just graded, blinked somewhat wearily, and lightly stroked his forehead with one hand, seemingly with a slight headache.

“Your situation, it’s getting worse.”

A figure transformed from emptiness to reality, the white-haired Daoist appeared in the hall, looking at Feng Jiuyu’s painful expression, and said softly.

“It is getting worse and worse, it really was still too tricky in the first place.”

Feng Jiuyu rubbed his brow and said, “The Black Heavenly Book has made the connection between your mind and mine close, allowing me to be under your influence at all times. Originally, this influence was only slight, but by the time you bore the weight of the Heavenly Son Martial Arts’ mind for me, the influence gradually increased.

By the time you became supreme now, the gap between me and you widened further, and the mind influence became even stronger.”

Feng Jiuyu was clearly talking about something very distressing, but his tone was extremely bland, as if he didn’t care at all. He had already been affected by Qing Yu’s state of mind to a certain extent, yet he was as willful as Qing Yu, and now his emotions were becoming more and more thin, so that even this great crisis could not cause his state of mind to fluctuate too much.

“Those who are near the sun are eventually a*similated by it. If I want to preserve my will, I still have to make a dangerous move.”

“So, you want to resort to that so-called humane will?” Qing Yu frowned slightly and said.

The humane will, the strange will hidden in the dragon veins, according to Qing Yu’s speculation, the humane will should have been purposely nurtured by the ancient human emperor.

It was because of the presence of the human dao will that the earth veins had metamorphosed into dragon veins, and only then would they be used by practitioners of the Heavenly Son Martial Arts to exert their supreme power.

The more rivers and mountains a practitioner of the Heavenly Son Martial Arts rules, the more dragon veins he can mobilise, and accordingly, the more he is subject to the encroachment of the will of the human dao.

This is the secret about the Heavenly Son Martial Art that Mak Cang Sheng told Qing Yu at the beginning.

Even Mu Cang Sheng, who was his son, did not know whether Ji Mu Qing was more human or more part of the human will.

Perhaps it was because he would be eroded by the will of humanity that Ji Muqing handed over the martial arts of the Son of Heaven to Meng Shanhe for storage, rather than pa*sing them on to his descendants.

Nowadays, Feng Jiuyu has two states under his rule, far less than the territory of the Great Qian, so he can still retain his own will. But what is dismaying is that Feng Jiuwu’s main crisis now comes not from the humane will, but from his robber lord, Qing Yu.

“Borrowing from the humane will and my influence to overcome each other, this method is theoretically feasible, but in practice ——”

Qing Yu gazed into Feng Jiuyu’s eyes, “You should know how dangerous it is. Perhaps the best outcome would be your spirit splitting into two parts, one leaning towards me and one being eroded by the humane will.”

“In that case, you would a*similate me completely,” Feng Jiuyu said, “and that would be the only way. If you want me to keep up with you in terms of the speed of my realm’s refinement, that’s simply impossible. I am, after all, an ordinary person.”

Feng Jiuyu knew very well that his achievements today all came from Qing Yu, if he were to cultivate on his own, he might not even reach the divine origin.

“If there was someone else who was incompetent, such as your tenth brother, he would never have reached the throne even with my help.” Qing Yu shook his head and said.

Feng Jiuyu was not a mediocre person, or else Qing Yu would not have chosen him in the first place. It was a pity that he had fallen foul of such a pervert as Qing Yu, so that now he had to resort to this dangerous method to preserve himself.

“It’s just that you chose the path. The gra*sland is a place we must obtain, and it is up to you to decide whether you want to control the dragon veins of the gra*sland together when the time comes.” Qing Yu shook his head and said.

“If you ultimately fail, I will be the one to clean up the mess.”