Fantasy: Simulate Everything, Emperor Heavy Pupil at the Start

Chapter 184 The Success Of The Grass-Shaped Sword Technique Shocked The World, And The Queen Of Dark

He realized that Jiang Chen was just one step away from reaching the top.

His expression was calm, neither happy nor sad.

"Jiang Chen, you are much stronger than I thought."

Xiao Yanqiu wiped the blood on his cheek with his fingers and tasted it in his mouth.

"This is the grass-character sword meaning."

He sighed.

Being obsessed with swords, he now knew that he would never be able to surpass him in this life.

Jiang Chen finally took the last step.

When the grass-character sword intention was running, Taihuang was calling him, and now he responded.

The sword intent of the entire Taihuang Sword Mountain merged into his body.

Like hundreds of rivers, they flow eastward and return to Wang Yang.

Jiang Chen's cursive sword intention entered Dacheng.

The last clump of green grass grew under his feet, green and lush.

Just like Jiang Chen's shadow under the scorching sun.

The blades of grass are like one sword after another. When the wind blows, the sword intent bursts out and can cut the sky.

A great sword intention flowed in Jiang Chen's heart, and Jiang Chen's hands were burning. He pulled out the Tenglong King Sword and slashed the mountain at his feet with one sword!

A sword energy that covered the sky and the sun surged instantly.

The entire Taihuang Sword Mountain was trembling.

Countless green grass grows on the barren ridge, one after another, one after another, like a flood that bursts and floods all directions.

In the blink of an eye, this thousand-foot-tall mountain was filled with green shade.

Every blade of grass on the mountain was filled with sword intent, and seemed to be able to chop down a star high above.

These sword intentions surged up like mist, intertwined together, and looked particularly empty.

A rune was born in this foggy sword energy.

Unparalleled sharpness.

A rune that belongs exclusively to the grass-shaped sword meaning.

As soon as this rune appeared, the foundation of the entire Holy Land seemed to be touched.

Strong fluctuations swept through the entire secret realm, seeming to tear apart the void, once again making this world independent of the vastness.

The grass-shaped sword intent spread again, and seemed to be pushed to every part of the Holy Land by the endless wind.

The geniuses and academy disciples on and off the mountain looked shocked, as if they couldn't believe it.

"Jiang Chen actually reached the top, and even executed such a sword! How terrifying is his swordsmanship at this time!"

"Is this the grass-character sword intention? Is this the most terrifying sword technique in the Taihuang Holy Land?!"

"Can anyone really resist such a sword? This Jiang Chen is really a damn monster among monsters!"

Compared to the shock of others, Black Dog was already numb at this time.

"Jiang Chen, can you keep a low profile for a while and stop challenging my mental endurance..."

Black Dog smiled helplessly.

Fang Qingtong was in the palace, searching frantically.

In the past few days, she had been trying to contact the man in black robe who had been sealed by the divine source.

Ever since she asked the other party to get rid of Jiang Chen.

It's been a while.

During this period, she tried to use secret techniques to communicate, but there was no news from the other side, as if she disappeared out of thin air in this secret realm.

Fang Qingtong had many speculations.

Maybe the other party encountered other opportunities and didn't have time.

It is also possible that the other party has encountered other strong opponents and has no effort.

She had also thought about whether the man in black robe might have encountered Jiang Chen, fought fiercely with him, and was killed by the opponent instead?

But this idea is too ridiculous.

She was quickly denied.

An ancient genius who is halfway to the immortal realm is far more powerful than the true god realm can contend with.

Just when Fang Qingtong was in a panic.

The entire secret realm suddenly shook violently.

It was so powerful that she was shocked.

It almost made her think that some wild beast or the ancient Holy Lord had awakened!

It didn't take long for the secret realm to shake.

Suddenly, there was a misty sword intent, like a breeze blowing on the face.

But between touches.

But he felt that the meaning of the sword was as deep as the abyss, making people dare not speculate.

"This is... the sword meaning with cursive characters..."

Fang Qingtong's beautiful eyes flashed, and her voice became cold.

A dilapidated palace with crumbling pillars.

There is debris everywhere and desolation everywhere.

The emperor, wearing a black robe with gold patterns, walked alone among this desolate scene.

This place was the place where he lived before, and it was the cave home of many talented people in Taihuang Holy Land.

At first it was full of vitality, elegant and quiet.

Now it is in ruins.

"It's like a dream..."

The emperor's tone was low.

It's like tracing back a past and stroking a period of history.

In the past, he and many fellow disciples practiced together here, competed together, and talked about the great path and expectations for the future.

We brag together, drink together, and discuss which junior sister is pretty.

Now that I think about it, all these scenes seem like yesterday.

However, thousands of years have passed...

The original Taihuang Holy Land was so prosperous and glorious.

...Please give me flowers...

Now I feel so broken and lonely.

The current Taihuang Holy Land is like a cemetery.

The geniuses pouring in from outside are all tomb robbers, and he is the undead person crawling out of the coffin.

The emperor clenched his fists.

That’s right!

The emperor is also a genius sealed by the divine source, and he only slowly wakes up in this world.

Suddenly, he felt that the entire secret realm began to shake violently, as if the earth was turned upside down.

"This...such strange movement can only be triggered by a huge inheritance in Taihuang Holy Land..."

His eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

At this moment, a wisp of sword intent floated slowly from a very far distance.

It passed over his arm, leaving a slight chill on it.

This ray of sword intent seems to have been diluted many times, and there is no trace of the power of heaven.

.........0

But the emperor trembled all over.

"The Sword Intent with the Grass Character......... The Sword Intent with the Grass Character of Dacheng..."

The emperor murmured.

He really couldn't believe it, but combined with the shock just now, he had to believe it now.

There are only a few holy masters in the history of Taihuang Holy Land who can cultivate the grass-shaped sword to great perfection.

"Who can trigger the inheritance and cultivate the grass-character sword spirit to great perfection?"

Suddenly a name flashed in the emperor's mind.

"Jiang Chen...he can write sword meaning in cursive. Yes, he is the only one...but what level he is and how long he has been practicing, how can he reach great success!"

The emperor pressed his palm on his arm and felt it carefully.

Just now, his arm was brushed by the sword, and he only felt a little cold.

But it is particularly meaningful and has not receded yet.

"Can cultivate the grass-character sword intention so pure... As far as I know, even the sages of Taihuang Holy Land, no one can do it...

The emperor sighed.

A broken sword was stuck on the high platform.

Everywhere around it was covered with sword marks, desolate and broken, like a spider web.

A graceful, extremely beautiful, and extremely cold woman stood a hundred feet away, looking at the sword quietly.

She was not impatient and seemed to be waiting for something.

At this moment, there was a slight vibration in the distance, which was not very loud.

But the gray mist under the high platform surged high like boiling water.

A faint sigh came from the mist.

The Queen of Darkness frowned and made some calculations. .