Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 64: The Snake Swallows the Elephant
On the mountain road, dozens of figures were moving quickly, stirring up dust and smoke.
"Hurry up, speed up, or you will miss it!" The voice of the old man surnamed Gu rang out among the mountains and forests.
These dozens of figures are exactly the Gu family convoy.
Knowing that Lu Qingshan was going to go to Heifeng alone, the people in the Gu family convoy reached a consensus immediately after a brief discussion.
Rush to help Lu Qingshan!
"Since he saved our lives, we have to prove to him that our lives are worth saving!"
Just when the old man surnamed Gu was still worrying that he was too late and could not catch up, he suddenly smelled a very strong smell of blood.
The old man, who was experienced in traveling, was shocked.
Really?
After crossing a small hill, the old man was stunned, Gu Ya was also stunned, and even all the members of the Gu family who had abandoned their goods and came together were also stunned, with their mouths wide open.
Not far ahead, the gate of the Black Wind Village, which had a terrible reputation and had dominated the Jueling Realm for a hundred years, had been broken.
What a huge head was nailed to the top of the village gate.
It was a big bald head, like a big ball, reflecting the light, with an aquiline nose, the tip of which almost touched the upper lip.
"This is the head of the chief of Black Wind Village!" the old man exclaimed, recognizing the identity of the owner of the head at a glance.
Because the facial features of the Black Wind Village chief were too obvious.
After being stunned, the old man immediately led the team to rush into the Black Wind Village as quickly as possible.
Then he saw hundreds of corpses lying in a mess in the huge Black Wind Village, some human and some ferocious beasts.
Various weapons were broken, some were stuck on the ground, and some were stuck on the eaves of the houses.
The weapons inserted into the eaves of the door were deeply embedded in the wood.
The blood splattered everywhere, turning the Black Wind Village into the Red Wind Village.
They were unable to witness the destruction of the Black Wind Village with their own eyes, but just by looking at the aftermath, the scene of Lu Qingshan defeating the Black Wind seemed to be vivid before their eyes.
After a long time, the old man surnamed Gu muttered absentmindedly:
"What a swordsman!"
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Twenty days later.
At dusk, Lu Qingshan finally reached the border of Jueling Territory.
The strange force field that made him feel depressed and uncomfortable and that stagnate the flow of his spiritual energy completely disappeared.
"It's just one street, I can do whatever I want." The King of Western Rat, who had been depressed for a long time, couldn't help but stick his head out of the spirit beast bag to get some fresh air and feel the free air.
"Young Master, are you intentionally indulging yourself in killing?" A slender figure in red appeared beside Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan turned his head, and a faint red light flashed in his dark eyes.
Qin Yitian was looking at him with sparkling eyes.
"I didn't mean to do that," Lu Qingshan said calmly, "I just acted recklessly."
"Is it to destroy the true meaning?" Qin Yitian
"I have always been a greedy person," Lu Qingshan nodded and shook his head, "I do want to do something as simple as a snake swallowing an elephant, but the people of Black Wind Village deserve to die."
He now possesses four artistic conceptions, three of which are the original true meaning.
Only the sword intent of killing that suits his heart the most and that he comprehended first is the higher artistic conception.
He has a big heart.
Since the sword intent of annihilation penetration has been promoted to the true meaning of annihilation, why not give it a try and let the sword intent of killing complete the promotion as well?
Tracing back to the source of the killing sword intent, it is the true meaning of destruction.
There is no clear method on how to achieve promotion. After all, artistic conception has always been so mysterious.
But Lu Qingshan knew that just as the sword intent of killing was based on killing, if one wanted to elevate it from killing to destruction, it would definitely not deviate from the scope of killing.
Qin Yitian nodded lightly and smiled: "I understand."
She would not interfere with Lu Qingshan's choice. Qin Yitian just wanted to confirm Lu Qingshan's condition.
The incident in the demon tomb where Lu Qingshan accidentally became possessed by a demon still scares her to this day.
So, after discovering that Lu Qingshan seemed to have entered that state , Qin Yitian hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but show up and show his concern.
After making sure that Lu Qingshan's condition was very stable, she returned to the sword with peace of mind.
Apart from Lu Qingshan , Qin Yitian has always been extremely lazy and unwilling to think too much about other things.
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It can't be said that Lu Qingshan came here with a happy heart, but he returned with joy. He jumped up, his body rose a thousand feet high, and rushed into the clouds on his sword.
His practice has now reached a bottleneck.
There were no major problems with his cultivation, and he made steady progress relying on experience points. He had now reached the perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.
The trouble is the artistic conception.
This is a mystery that can only be explored by the monk himself during the long process of practice.
The trouble with artistic conception is that it is so illusory.
For example, when a cultivator is in a fire environment, it is often easier for him to comprehend and improve the artistic conception of fire.
But if you think that if you find a place with blazing flames and sit in meditation, you will definitely be able to comprehend the artistic conception of fire, it is also taking it for granted. If it were really that simple, the artistic conception would have been everywhere long ago.
Some people would gain nothing even if they soaked in a pool of magma and turned themselves into ashes.
Therefore, his attempt to upgrade the sword intent of killing to the true intent of destruction through killing could only be regarded as an attempt.
As expected, nothing happened.
But Lu Qingshan firmly believed that if one day the sword intent of killing was really upgraded to the true intent of destruction, it would definitely be due to these attempts that seemed unmoved but were actually accumulating silently.
Improving artistic conception is never a matter of a day or two.
For example , this time, it took him a full year to comprehend the true meaning of nirvana in that sealed space.
For example, when he was in the Sheep Tribe, he single-handedly stopped the Sand Wolf Demon and raised his killing sword intent to perfection. It seemed to have been accomplished in an instant, but in fact it was the result of the accumulation of several years before.
He joined the barbarian tribe at the end of the fourth year of Tianyuan, and came out at the end of the fifth year of Tianyuan.
In the past year, Lu Qingshan has gained a lot, but he is also worried:
After breaking the seal, the "Lord Holy Beast" of the demon clan not only did not kill him, but he inexplicably sent him from the sealed space that was about to collapse directly to the Jueling Realm in the western border of the Zhongtian Realm.
This was equivalent to saving his life.
The whole thing seems weird and irrational.
Thinking of the pair of eyes revealed by "Lord Holy Beast" that looked very familiar to him, Lu Qingshan believed that this matter must be related to the tireless green snake in his sea of consciousness that kept swimming back and forth on his soul.
But the exact relationship is unknown.
This feeling is not very good.
This is the feeling of being in debt.
There is no free lunch in the world.
A mysterious feeling told him that the "Lord Holy Beast" had saved his life today, and one day he would come to ask for repayment for the favor.
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