Chapter 943 (1/2)
Wanjian mountain, wanjian Pavilion.
With the establishment of thirty-six prefectures by Chu Xingyun and the vigorous implementation of reform measures, the status of wanjian Pavilion in the hearts of the people's people has become increasingly high. There is no hatred, no complaint, and they are all sincerely willing to submit.
In this trend, the wanjian Pavilion is no longer in decline. Now, on the towering wanjian mountain range, there are many palaces, lofts and pavilions. The dignity of temperament is enough to make people feel small.
In the wanjian Pavilion, countless figures are running.
These figures are all new disciples from all over the thirty-six states.
Thirty six prefectures, originally the eighteen emperors and eighteen ancient cities, have vast territory and ten billion people. If wanjian Pavilion wants to be prosperous forever, it must constantly absorb fresh blood and rejuvenate itself.
All matters concerning the recruitment of students are under the control of the transmission of meritorious service, the supervision of law enforcement, and the internal affairs, which provide various needs. The three main channels help each other and complement each other, and jointly maintain the good operation of wanjian Pavilion.
In the depth of wanjian Pavilion, under a hidden cliff, where is the sword tomb.
After Chu Xingyun became the leader of wanjian Pavilion, the existence of Jianzhong was gradually known to all. However, Jianzhong was still the forbidden area of wanjian Pavilion. No one was allowed to enter except Chu Xingyun.
At the moment, in the vast sword tomb, there was no sound even coming out.
In the field of vision, there are wisps of mist over the wasteland, which are milky white, like swords, and emit a sharp breath. These fog condense with each other, and finally become a vague and huge virtual image, suspended in the void, like a human, not a human, like some mysterious creature.
This shadow is the spirit of the sword formed by thousands of swords.
Although this sword spirit is still in its embryonic form, the breath of the sword it sends out is extremely pure. If you look at the past deeply, its existence is like a sword, which can directly point to the peak of kendo.
Under the sword spirit, there stands a stone platform. On the stone platform, Chu Xingyun, dressed in black, sits there. His eyes are closed, his breath is fine and even, and his breath is like a sword. It seems that he is integrated with the sword spirit, making people feel his existence.
In the void not far from Chu Xingyun, the black hole Epee is still suspended. On the heavy and dark sword body, there is a touch of black sword light. The sword light condenses and turns into a dark halo. It is deep and mysterious. Even if you look at it, it will be absorbed.
Buzz!
At this time, the dark halo suddenly trembled, breaking the silence of the space.
Only heard the buzzing peristalsis sound, a touch of mysterious black light blooming from the halo, straight to the void, the momentum is more and more amazing, causing the whole void is shaking.
What's more strange is that at this moment, the black sword pattern at the center of Chu Xingyun's eyebrows began to wriggle. His eyes opened slowly, and a ray of magic light was fleeting in his pupils. The momentum of the whole person suddenly rose. The sound of sword singing moved, and the swords on the wasteland were shaking, as if to welcome the arrival of the Lord of swords.
”Coagulate!”
A murmur came from Chu Xingyun's mouth.
However, seeing his hands pinching out complicated fingerprints, the marks fell into the dark halo, and all the black light suddenly disappeared. In a moment, a dark figure came out of the halo with high posture and light steps. When he came to Chu Xingyun, he knelt down respectfully on his left knee.
”See the master!” The dark figure respectfully said that he slowly raised his head, his face and facial features are no different from those of the ancient stars, but his eyes are slightly empty and have no look.
This figure, of course, is not the ancient stars, but the slave of black holes refined by Chu Xingyun using black hole epee and the corpses of ancient stars. His accomplishments reached nirvana.
”Get out of here for a while.” Chu Xingyun nodded and waved his hand. The slave of the black hole immediately bowed down to accept his orders and moved his feet. He ran straight to the periphery of the sword tomb and did not dare to slack off.