Just in his thoughts

Author: Ming Weiwei

The ferocious spiritual power pounced on Yan Changan.

Birds and beasts fled, fallen leaves flew, Yan Changan turned around and drew his sword, the green light collided with the sword piercing his heart, creating dazzling sparks.

Yan Changan's expression remained unchanged, and with a twist of his wrist, the opponent's sword instantly turned into pieces of scrap metal in front of the two of them.

It was a fine spiritual sword that had been forged countless times by its owner. It was extremely sharp and could not be destroyed by anyone. However, under the power of the blue light, it could not withstand even one move and turned into a pile of broken iron.

Such terrifying power not only did not arouse fear in the other party, but instead made the excitement and potential in his eyes even greater.

His face was covered with a black scarf, so that no one could see his face clearly. It could only be judged from his cultivation and voice that he should be a monk of considerable age.

The spiritual sword that had been forged countless times turned into scrap metal, and the blue light in Yan Changan's hand was pointed directly at his throat.

Yan Changan, who had never killed a disciple of the Immortal Sect, frowned due to the sudden violence in his heart, pursed his lips slightly, and still hesitated.

It wasn't until a figure suddenly appeared next to the green light sword, and a cold hand held his wrist. The green light moved slightly and cut the other person's throat, the excitement in the man's eyes gradually faded and turned into late fear and apprehension.

Shu Nong let go in time, and warm blood splashed on the back of Yan Changan's hand with bulging veins. Qingguang trembled slightly with excitement, sending a force to Yan Changan in a flattering manner.

Yan Changan has been tortured by Qingguang's ferocious aura for a long time, but this power from Qingguang has timely alleviated all kinds of absurd and dark thoughts that have arisen in his mind.

On the one hand, he was affected by the green light and desperately wanted to vent, but on the other hand, he was unwilling to give in. Tortured by both sides, he was unable to be cruel and resentful.

Before he left Cangzhou, waves of people were already coming to kill him.

No matter what era it is, there will always be some scum among the Immortal Sect.

For example, the monk at his feet was struggling and losing his breath.

In an attempt to kill people and seize the sword, Qingguang changes hands.

Shu Nong stood next to Yan Changan, kicked the lifeless body on the ground, bent down and pulled off the black scarf covering his face, looked at it for a moment, and then said to Yan Changan: "Being soft-hearted is not something you should have.

"

Shu Nong also didn't think that Yan Changan, who was selected by Qingguang, would be a soft-hearted person.

But there is always a first time for everything, and his stubbornness was misplaced.

"This is the first time. If someone comes later, you won't let anyone go back again, right?" She seemed to know what Yan Changan was thinking, "Qingguang will not control you to create any murders out of thin air.

You have to have it yourself before it can take the opportunity to amplify."

She clapped her hands gently and wiped the fingers that had accidentally been splashed with a drop or two of blood on Yan Changan's sleeves: "How is it? Did you suddenly realize that there is no harm in giving in to it once or twice? With the third

Once, the next time will be much easier?"

Yan Changan pursed his lips, glanced at Song Lin and Shu Yue who were not coming over in the distance, and whispered: "It's trying to control me."

Qingguang was constantly amplifying the thoughts in his heart, trying to make him lose himself and in turn serve its sword.

"So it is a vicious sword." Shu Nong said with a smile, "The only thing it can gain by controlling you is the blood on the sword today. It drank countless blood six hundred years ago, and now you want to suppress it

Naturally, the fierceness can only be a little more fierce than that."

"To suppress its fierceness, you have to see blood. After seeing blood, it will be satisfied. Didn't it thank you just now?" Shu Nong smiled teasingly, "You have to suppress it along with it.

If you don't follow it and ignore its ferocity, will it let you go?"

Shu Nong pointed at Yan Changan's head: "There is no blood in the blue light. It just keeps trying to interfere with you and control you. In the end, you will still be tortured by it to kill people and drink blood."

"Should we kill those damned people for mutual benefit and win-win, or should we stick to the rules of your Immortal Sect disciple and compete with Qingguang and be tortured by it?" She raised her eyes and looked into his eyes, with an inexplicable hint of confusion in her voice, "

Or even more, draw the sword and become a demon, slaughter the world and feed the blue light... How to use this sword is up to you."

Yan Changan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a bit.

The blood belonging to the enemy dripped from the tip of the sword, and for the first time he realized so clearly that the best sword in the world was in his hand, and the most powerful power in the world was in him.

Whether he is good or evil, immortal or devil, is just a matter of his thoughts.

His breathing quickened a bit, his eyes wandered over Shu Nong's slightly pale face, and he asked word by word: "With this sword, can the world be in my hands?"

Shu Nong nodded with a wanton smile: "Of course, with this sword -" she blinked, "it's not a problem to reestablish the imperial court, or..."

"Integrate the three realms and make you the master." She chuckled, "It's not impossible."

Yan Changan's hand holding the sword tightened slightly.

"...You're drawing a pie in the air."

He said quietly.

Shu Nong shrugged indifferently.

"It's up to you." She didn't care, "It's your own choice anyway."

She kicked the corpse at her feet again: "This is the third time this person has come. It is precisely because you did not kill them that they came unscrupulously and fearlessly to kill people and seize swords again and again."

"I can't stand it anymore." Shu Nong frowned, "Next time you let him go, I will let Song Lin and Shu Yue take action."

Anyway, the two of them don't need to compete with Qing Guang. I'm afraid they have long been dissatisfied with this group of people who pounce on them time and time again.

Shu Nong turned around, and the moonlight skirt danced in Yan Changan's eyes like a butterfly. In the blink of an eye, she left him lightly and ran towards Song Lin and Shu Yue under the tree in the distance.

Yan Changan lowered his eyes and wiped the sword, put the green light into the temporarily forged scabbard, remained silent for a moment, and then raised his eyes, his eyes were dark, and there was a faint deep-seated emotion emerging from the ground.

The butterfly that flew away was caught up by him.

Yan Changan took out the map of Jiuzhou from his storage bag and stretched it out: "Where are we going?"

Song Lin and Shu Yue also looked at Shu Nong.

She spent most of her time in the Qingguang Sword these days and didn't often communicate with them. She only said something at the beginning of her descent from Cangzhou, but she didn't have any direction instructions after leaving Cangzhou.

Until now, she took the map in Yan Changan's hand, spread it on the ground, and gently tapped the sword on Yan Changan's waist.

"The savior of the world goes to the turbulent land to bring justice, and the destroyer of the world goes to the peaceful land to create injustice." She joked casually, "No matter which one you are, the blue light will guide you."

Shu Nong was working as a sword spirit for the first time, so he didn't know what the guidance would be.

She chose a more crude and simple method.

She gently pulled out the green light, stared at the doubtful eyes of several people, held the long sword horizontally, and suddenly let go, where the tip of the sword pointed -

Shu Nong's eyebrows curved as he bent down to pick up Qingguang, inserted it into the scabbard on Yan Changan's waist, and pointed at the map excitedly.
Chapter completed!