Wow~

The scene in front of him was as broken as a mirror, but Jiang Ming could not see anything. He only felt like a broken sack, being thrown around in the turbulent flow of the void...

…

Plop~

I don’t know how long it took before Jiang Mingcai fell into a forest and threw up a cloud of snowflakes.

"Hiss~"

He stood up with a grin on his face and looked around.

Outside the mountain forest, a dark river flows endlessly, as if it has existed forever.

"Soul Soul River? Returned to the Blackstone Ruins?"

Jiang Ming's eyes flashed slightly, a little surprised.

When he left the burial place at the last moment, the space passage was almost broken and extremely unstable. He didn't expect to be able to throw him back.

….

"Is there any connection between the burial place and the black stone ruins? Could it be that this holy land of immortality was transformed by a saint?"

Jiang Ming guessed, and then suddenly looked at the dark Zhenhun River: "Maybe it is closely connected with the Zhenhun River... I just fell near the Zhenhun River, not because of the black stone ruins."

"This soul-suppressing river really hides a lot of secrets..." Jiang Ming was about to stretch his body, identify the direction, and continue to rush into the depths of the snow valley.

But as soon as he stretched out his arm, his face suddenly became distorted, and he rolled his eyes in pain.

"Fuck...what's going on?"

Jiang Ming was shocked and quickly looked inside, but he was shocked to find that in the burial ground, the injuries he suffered from being pierced by the sudden appearance of the hundreds of thousands of swords had only recovered from the external injuries on the skin, while the wounds inside his body had recovered.

The hidden damage still exists without any trace of repair.

The remaining traces of sword intent, like fierce flames, like shadows... are still entrenched in his body, destroying his body and meridians all the time...

But the Indestructible Source Light was silent, and did not continue to release its power, allowing these remaining sword intentions to wreak havoc.

"Huh?" Jiang Ming was in the midst of surprise when he suddenly noticed something strange.

Those sword intentions with different rhymes circulated in the meridians, blood and bones in his body. These sword intentions were all the shadows of the terrifying hundred and eight thousand swords in the burial ground. Even though the power was extremely weak, if only with the power of

Jiang Ming himself would never be able to expel him.

He even doubted that even if the most powerful person in the Holy Land of Immortal Cultivation was here, he might not be able to do anything with these sword intentions...

However, at this time, Jiang Ming discovered that the power of the sword intent in his body seemed to be gradually losing...as if it was being eaten away by something.

And soon, he found the source.

"Is this the seed?"

Jiang Ming looked inside his dantian, staring at the cyan seed surrounded by chaotic mist on the spiritual base.

After the chaotic mist merged into the seeds, it lost its previous sharpness and was replaced by a simple and calm feeling of returning to nature, which seemed to be more detached.

Not vulgar.

At this moment, Jiang Ming suddenly discovered that the seed was shimmering with light, and wisps of dark sword shadows were flowing along the limbs and bones into the spirit base, and were eventually swallowed up by the roots of the seed...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The vitality in the seed seems to be getting stronger and stronger. It seems that these sword intentions can become its nutrients and provide it with the power to grow and germinate.

Jiang Ming was shocked in his heart, and then asked Xiang Heijian: "Brother Jian, can you sense... what level of power is that eye and those terrifying sword lights from before?"

"There is no doubt that there is a holy-level confrontation..." Heijian said without thinking, and there seemed to be some fear in his tone: "The eyes and sword light you see are just projections separated by endless time and space, otherwise we would have been doomed...

...The real confrontation will probably take place in the deepest space and time of the burial ground, rather than the surface scene you see..."

"That burial ground contains extremely terrifying things... If it breaks out one day, the entire world of immortality may suffer..." Black Sword said quietly.

Jiang Ming's heart froze. Even the most superficial projection had such a terrifying sight. How terrifying would that real place of confrontation be...

"Those red eyes, are they the corpse of a saint? Or are they the saint who transformed into a burial place to suppress some great evil..."

Jiang Ming sighed lightly, the saint is too mysterious, and it is definitely not something he can explore now when it comes to such places of existence. He should be more cautious in the future.

"In addition, it seems that these sword wounds in the body can only be fully recovered after the seed swallows up the sword intent..."

Jiang Ming shook his head helplessly. It was a bit domineering to be able to swallow the projection of saint-level power.

He identified the direction and continued to go deeper into the ruins. He had nothing to fear. Although he was slightly injured, if he really took action, he would still be invincible in this foundation building area...
Chapter completed!