Chapter 1639 Inheritance (Third Shift)

Chu Li smiled, this is nothing unexpected.

Most of the people from Heaven Beyond Heaven are ascended from this world, and their nature is naturally the same. Even if the environment is different, they cannot conceal their nature.

"Master, when heaven and man came to this world, their strength has been weakened?" Chu Li said.

Zhou Dunli nodded: "It's natural. Think about it. Originally, the aura around you is handy, like your arms and fingers, and the internal energy is endless. But when you leave the original world, the aura is lost, and the source of internal energy naturally has no source. How can it not be affected?" .”

Chu Li said thoughtfully: "So, before the internal strength is exhausted, it will not be affected?"

Zhou Dunli shook his head: "Tianwaitian Wushu is different from the human world. It can directly use the aura outside the body, just like the Tianshen field. The aura has changed from the aura of the sky to this place, just like the aura in the 100,000 mountains has changed to the outside. A big loss will naturally affect its strength."

Chu Li said: "Can heaven and man be killed?"

Zhou Dunli frowned and said: "Heaven and man are like fugitives. Logically speaking, it's okay to kill, but things are not so simple. Fugitives are also fugitives of Tianwaitian. How can Tianwaitian be willing?"

Chu Li slowly nodded and said: "What is the weakness of that day, how can we kill him?"

"You want to kill Song Wuji?" Zhou Dunli said.

Chu Li said: "You can't always be oppressed by heaven and man, like a boulder pressing on your heart."

He was oppressed by the gods before, and he has never been free. Now his strength is comparable to the gods, but he can beat the gods without becoming a god, but he is suppressed by the gods. He really has no time to relax, and he can always feel the oppression above his head. Shu, murderous heart blazing.

Zhou Dunli pondered and said: "The body of heavenly beings is different from that of ordinary people, and ordinary iron is hard to kill."

Chu Li smiled and said, "Can the Heaven Killing Sword kill?"

"...It should be possible." Zhou Dunli nodded slowly.

Chu Li breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "That's good."

"Chu Li, if you want to kill Song Wuji, it's out of reach." Zhou Dunli sighed and said, "More than a thousand years ago, Song Wuji killed the gods like dogs, and the gods at that time were stronger than the gods today."

Chu Li nodded slowly and said, "I will work hard."

"...Okay." Zhou Dunli said, "If you're not sure, don't mess around."

"Yes." Chu Li understood what he meant.

Don't provoke Song Wuji casually, only provoke him when you are sure, and then kill Song Zhifan.

"Go ahead and see if you can practice the sword technique of killing gods." Zhou Dunli said with a smile.

Chu Li cupped his fists, got up and went to the sword tower.

Entered the sword tower to the fifth floor.

As soon as he stepped into the fifth floor, an ancient sword suddenly appeared in the void of his mind. It was so gorgeous that it came to him in an instant.

"Moo..." Da Ri Tathagata Fudofu opened his eyes, and suddenly he let out a long shout, which oscillated endlessly in the void of his mind, forming a lotus flower that filled the sky.

Lotus flowers bloomed in front of him, blocking the gorgeous long sword.

The long sword passed through the blossoming lotus without hindrance, and shot at Chu Li in an instant.

Chu Li's eyes darkened and he almost fell into a coma.

He forced himself to calm down, knowing that if he really passed out, he might never wake up again.

His spirit was defeated, and he could no longer use the Kurong Sutra without his spirit. He didn't dare to judge whether the Kurong Sutra could save himself.

"Moo..." Da Ri Tathagata did not move the Sutra and then formed a long seal and drank. All the lotus flowers spit out by the Buddhas in the sky were concentrated in his mind and his body was empty, and the body that was scattered by the long sword slowly recovered.

This God-killing sword technique is very strange.

When he entered the void of mind in the past, he seldom showed his figure, as if the void in his mind was him, and he was the void, but under the sword technique of killing gods, he actually appeared in the void of mind, easily attacked by it .

When the figure gradually condensed, the gorgeous ancient sword reappeared, passed through the protection of many lotus flowers, and defeated him again.

The lotus condensed his figure endlessly, and as soon as it condensed into shape, he was assassinated by the ancient sword again.

Once killed and gathered together, Chu Li did not know how many times he had experienced life and death, immersed in the void of his mind, not knowing the passage of time, only knowing that life and death were struggling and struggling to survive.

He was afraid that if his figure could not be condensed, he would really die.

The ancient sword was cold and ruthless, it would appear as soon as Chu Li condensed into a figure, and it would defeat him before he condensed.

Chu Li's mind gradually became dull. If this continues, he will be defeated soon, lose all memory and wisdom, become an idiot, or even become a walking dead.

When he condensed his figure again, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Supreme Vajra suddenly slapped lightly.

Immediately, lotus flowers all over the sky flocked to this palm, forming a golden palm, and struck towards the ancient sword.

"Ding..." Gu Jian's clear sound resounded through the void in his mind.

Chu Li's spirit suddenly lifted, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Immediately, the gigantic Heavenly Demon suddenly jumped up and punched the sword.

At the same time, Da Guangming Buddha punched out of the void, like a round of scorching sun shooting at the ancient sword.

The Ksitigarbha Buddha patted his palm lightly, and a round wheel appeared, half white and half black, like a yin and yang fish, the round wheel swiped towards the ancient sword.

"Ding..." Gu Jian was blocked before he could reach Chu Li surrounded by lotus flowers, and the sound of clear chirping was endless.

A King Kong, a Demon, and the Three Buddhas attacked the ancient sword in turn, continuously.

Chu Li's figure gradually solidified, as clear as a real body, and suddenly felt a closer connection with the void in his mind, as if he was completely unified, and all Buddhas, demons and King Kong were integrated with him.

"Ding..." Amidst the clear sound, the ancient sword suddenly fell.

Chu Li suddenly appeared under it, reaching out to grab the ancient sword.

As soon as the ancient sword was in his hand, a strange breath suddenly drilled into his mind, and then a heart formula flowed in his heart. After flowing, he felt familiar, as if he had practiced for a long time, and it was originally pressed deep in his memory, but now he suddenly remembered it. Looks average.

Chu Li nodded in satisfaction, and the ancient sword suddenly turned into a ray of brilliance and penetrated into his forehead.

Immediately, his figure gradually dissipated, and at the same time, a looming sword shape flickered, only a silhouette, which could not be condensed.

It has remained in this shape and has not changed.

Chu Li opened his eyes, and his eyes burst out with divine light, illuminating the fifth floor suddenly as if it were daytime.

"Woo..." He let out a turbid breath, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart, as if every joint was broken, and the pain was unbearable when he moved even a little.

"Junior brother?" Dong Jianxin's voice came from below.

"Brother, come up." Chu Li said.

Only now can he see clearly what the fifth floor looks like.

There is only one painting in the empty surroundings, and the word "kill" is written on it.

When he stared at the word "kill", the shape of the sword in his mind flickered slightly, as if in response to the word "kill".

The word "kill" condenses the inheritance of the sword technique of Zhushen, and it is really amazing. When he entered the fifth floor, he didn't even see the painting at all.

Looking at this painting again at this time, I have a little understanding in my heart, and I have a deeper understanding of the sword technique of Zhushen.

"Junior Brother?" Dong Jianxin went upstairs in surprise, and found that the previous force of exclusion had disappeared. When he came to the fifth floor, he only saw Chu Li and the painting. He called Chu Li and looked at the painting curiously.

Immediately, tears flowed from both eyes, and the pupils of the eyes seemed to be pierced, and the pain was unbearable.