Sword Saving the World

Morgoth's body trembled a few times, and his face was full of fear. He was a Grandmaster, and in the Soul Slayer Tribe, he was a Grandmaster. One must know that there were less than ten Grandmasters within a radius of ten thousand kilometers, both in public and in secret.     

    

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?    

    

"How can I be forced to deal with it with violence?" Fan Wuji coldly said. He raised his huge fist and punched towards one of the acupuncture points. This acupoint was not fatal, but after hitting it, one would feel an excruciating pain several times stronger than death itself.    

    

Some deaths were not that scary. What was scary was that the pain was so excruciating that it made one wish they were dead.    

    

After tormenting for a long time, Mo Sang could not take it anymore and sighed, "I am willing to give you all the treasures. Please show mercy."    

    

"It should have been like this a long time ago." Fan Wuji whispered. After finishing his words, Manson led Fan Wuji to an inconspicuous room in the mansion. The two of them walked in, one after the other, and found that there were some ancient items inside.    

    

These items did not have the slightest bit of spiritual and precious light. They should be ordinary items. Fan Wuji's cold eyes stared at Mora Song, causing him to shudder. "These are all mortal antiques. I collect them here." The others only thought I had a taste for antiques. "Actually."    

    

He took a few steps forward, found a mechanism, fumbled with it, and activated it in a special way. After the activation of the mechanism, a long and narrow corridor appeared, within which was lit by a lamp. The so-called bright lamp was actually made from an extremely precious material. A single oil lamp could let the bright lamp burn for over ten years.    

    

"You first." Fan Wuji coldly said. Morgoth nodded, knowing his caution. He led the way in, and Fan Wuji followed closely behind. There were countless traps in the corridor, all of which could be a threat to cultivators. However, all of them were removed by Mo Sang. After walking for fifteen minutes, the two of them finally arrived at the deepest part of the secret chamber.    

    

Upon entering, Fan Wuji discovered that his treasured energy was astonishing, and that there were many treasures that possessed an extraordinary amount of spirituality. Maura looked at these treasures with a complicated expression and sighed, "These are the treasures that I, Maura, have collected for over a thousand years. If you need them, just take them."    

    

Fan Wuji turned a deaf ear and ignored him. One treasure after another was selected and observed. He said softly, "Give me a ownerless spatial ring. Don't worry. I am not a greedy person. As long as it is a treasure that is useful to me, I will leave the other treasures for you. "    

    

Soon, Mourning took out a space ring and handed it to him. The wasteland of the Desolate Ruins was desolate and lacking in resources. A single spatial ring was enough to make this Spirit Sea Grandmaster Mora's heart ache.    

    

Fan Wuji was an expert in the identification of treasures. He had photographic memory, and his perception was extraordinary. He had read the treasure scrolls before and had a deep impressions of their shapes and uses.    

    

He kept throwing the treasures that were useful to him into that interspatial ring. Mo Sang, who was standing at the side, had a pained look on his face, but he could only sigh helplessly. Then, Fan Wuji took out an ancient black jade bottle and placed it on his palm.    

    

At this moment, a strange look flashed across Mos' eyes. He quickly covered it up perfectly, and his heart started to beat faster. Fan Wuji sized up the jade bottle for a moment, then opened the stopper. Suddenly, a cloud of grey gas floated out and flowed into his body.    

    

Seeing this, Mo Sang's face revealed great joy. He snickered as though he had succeeded in his plot, looking at Fan Wuji with a pleased look.    

    

The grey gas rushed into Fan Wuji's soul sea. At this moment, an ancient soul had appeared in his soul sea. This soul was the grey aura that had emerged from the jade bottle.    

    

On the other hand, Fan Wuji was terrifyingly calm. He said lightly, "So it's a soul-sending bottle, there's probably a small piece of Soul Nurturing Wood inside, containing an ancient soul. This soul wants to possess me now. What a pity. You met me. "    

    

His brain worked extremely quickly. In just a few short breaths of time, his thoughts went through hundreds of times, and he finally understood the whole situation.    

    

"Junior, my name is Morlap. I'm a Grandmaster of the Soul Dao. Five hundred years. After waiting for five hundred years, I finally found a suitable body to possess. "Haha." Inside his Soul Sea, the gray, gaseous soul howled crazily.    

    

"Grandmaster of the Soul Dao? When he was alive, he was only a Great Perfection Spirit Sea Soul Refiner. I can kill someone like you with a wave of my hand. The Origin Sword Intent was impervious to all evils. My heart is like a sword, my will is sharp, and I cut through all falsehood. Destroy! Destroy! Destroy! " Fan Wuji shouted.    

    

Suddenly, the origin sword intent turned into a small sharp sword that appeared in his soul sea. When the three words "destroyed" came out of his mouth, the small sword in his hand suddenly slashed at the soul ball of grey gas. At that moment, the soul howled miserably while trying to escape to the other side of the sea of souls. But at this moment, Fan Wuji's soul sea had already been sealed by him.    

    

The soul consciousness of the gray gas was running all over his soul sea, doing everything it could to not be able to leave it. As for the small sword formed from sword intent, it cut through the soul of the grey gas three times and dispersed it. Only then did Fan Wuji open the seal on his soul sea, dispersing the dispersed soul qi.    

    

Maura Song was still secretly delighted as he said proudly, "Congratulations on your revival, ancestor. Congratulations, Patriarch Xi. "    

    

"Patriarch?" Are you talking about the guy who called himself Morapp? I'm sorry. His soul has already been destroyed by me. " Fan Wuji mocked with a faint smile.    

    

"What?" The Patriarch is dead? How is this possible? He is a great grandmaster, and specializes in the soul. His soul force is very strong, so how could he not possess your body, a mere little Xiantian? " Morgoth asked, his tone incredulous.    

    

"Being is reasonable and nothing is impossible. "I didn't want to kill them all. You asked for it." Fan Wuji whispered.    

    

As he spoke, he flicked his finger and released a sharp sword Qi. This sword qi contained the essence of the sword qi and pierced towards Mora Song's chest. Mo Sang was caught off guard and subconsciously dodged, but he was still stabbed by the sword qi.    

    

The sword qi was extremely fast, and its angle was very tricky. It was so accurate that it stabbed right into the center of Mos' chest. At the same time as the sword qi pierced his chest, it also pierced through his heart. With his heart shattered and his life drained away, Maura Song murmured, "So you specialize in swordsmanship?"    

    

At the end of his words, Mori-san's body collapsed. A large amount of blood flowed out of the wound on his chest, and soon turned into a pool of blood. Fan Wuji had a face of indifference as he kept flipping through them, collecting all of the treasures that were useful to him in his spatial ring.    

    

After a while, Fan Wuji activated his Butterfly Steps and walked out at high speed along the secret passage.