Chapter 3201: Chapter 1628: Wretched World Pain Pierces Deep, Fortune and Disaster Correspond Please Co with a Sword
Cursed Yin’s nightmare flashed by.
The lingering traces, however, were very clear:
Not only were there images of the battle at the Thirty Three Heavens, but also the first sightings of the Dragon Spear Giant, the Eye of Heavenly Ancestor, and the Three Venerable Qiongcang…
After the gateway to emptiness opened wide, all terror, whether minuscule or severe, was magnified.
In this fabricated world, the last thing Xu Xiaoshou saw was Kong Yuhen in the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.
Intense fear!
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Under Cursed Yin’s perspective, Kong Yuhen was not the usual gentle, boneless “handso scholar” he saw.
On the contrary, he stood above the river of ti, his Great Path accompanying him without alternatives, profoundly knowledgeable about the past and future, his face obscured and his temperant able to contend with “Cursed Yin on the Divine Throne.”
“Is this Kong Yuhen?”
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked, he’d believe it if you said this was the Ti Ancestor.
In the Second World, upon seeing such imagery, he almost couldn’t hold back.
Not only was Cursed Yin’s fear slashed out.
All the bits and pieces from before, including using Kong Yuhen as a crutch and deceiving himself with jesting remarks, were also slashed out.
Fortunately, separated by space and ti, although the “re-translated” images still had impact, the effects were controllable.
Even Cursed Yin, I’m slashing.
Why worry about the fictional Kong Yuhen created by Cursed Yin’s own fantasy?
…
“I define the universe, I change spaceti.”
“Dreams fall like blossoms, a grand world approaches.”
As Sword Observation Manual rustled open, when the book stopped at the first page of Fantasy Sword Technique, a realization filled his mind.
Xu Xiaoshou liked this kind of ready-made “gain.”
He only needed to play the role of a practical sword, making no mistakes.
The rest, whether it’s the process of drawing the sword, the Path of maneuvering the sword, or even the “sword phrase,” Bazhun’an had provided an additional piece.
I love you.
Eight, I am just that straightforward.
Your “Sword Observation Manual,” so useful!
When loudly reciting the na of the “World of Horror” from the Fantasy Sword Technique sword phrase, Xu Xiaoshou felt more than just a wind of sauciness always at his side.
He realized that good phrases and good swords inherently complent each other, assisting the swordsman to better enter the Unity of Man and the Heavens state.
It’s ti!
With the universe decisively set, all quarters of heaven and earth stirred.
The order of spaceti was altered, and the Second World was ford.
When the elegant Red Plum veiled the Eighteenth Heavens like gossar with an aura of illusion destruction, the spiritual world built upon Cursed Yin’s “Horror” blood beautifully like carven petals.
“Boom!”
The real world was deaf to the roar.
In the Second World, it was a thunderclap on a clear day.
Still structured in the environnt of Divine Relics, from Cursed Yin’s view, The Divine, Eye of Heavenly Ancestor, Dragon Spear Giant, Three Venerable Qiongcang… even Kong Yuhen standing above the river of ti!
All the elents he had ever feared, even in the slightest, appeared simultaneously in the Second World.
“How can this be?!”
Cursed Yin looked around frantically, shocked.
Amidst the fluctuating thoughts, the spirit imrsed in the Second World couldn’t control the spiritual techniques it was maintaining in the real world.
“Boom, boom, boom…”
One by one, protective Divine Instrunts fell out of control.
One after another, spiritual techniques disappeared.
The losses in the real world fed back a strange chill to the Cursed Yin in the Second World, with his devilish energy growing more intense and his expression full of anxiety.
“Sothing’s not right?”
But Cursed Yin’s anxiety, in Xu Xiaoshou’s view, wasn’t the kind of “unrest” that should arise from facing the person he feared the most as described in the functionality introduction of the Second World on the book of answers.
He should be uneasy about the unknown, lost in confusion, helpless without recourse, anxious from the inability to solve.
“Now, why does it seem like he has seen through my Fantasy Sword Technique, uneasy that he might still be hit… That kind of unease?”
…
“Xu Xiaoshou!”
“Why pretend, acting as God and playing the devil? This sword can’t harm , ancestor, co out!”
When Cursed Yin in the Second World cald himself amidst various nightmarish imagery and shouted his own na, Xu Xiaoshou’s heart skipped a beat.
This is bad.
Those in the Second World shouldn’t be able to rember their own grand nas.
“Cursed Yin, you’re still calm?”
Why?
This isn’t scientific!
Oh no, this is too fantastical!
The sword of Bazhun’an, how could it be wrong?
Isn’t he claid to be the Eighth Sword Immortal, hailed as a rare-genius comparable to God of Sword, Gu Louying?
Isn’t he the best at Fantasy Sword Technique? How could it fail in front of the spiritually weak Cursed Yin?
This could’ve been listed as the “standard answer” for the first technique of Fantasy Sword Technique in the second stage of the Sword Observation Manual. Cursed Yin, did you find a flaw?
“Don’t panic.”
“Xu Xiaoshou, don’t panic.”
“You may not believe in yourself, but you must believe in Eight…no, Little Brat.”
Xu Xiaoshou forced himself to calm down.
His… Oh, Bazhun’an’s sword, might indeed have been spotted for flaws, but he was safe in the real world.
There’s still the bondage of the second stage of the Fantasy Sword Technique between the real world and the Second World!
Relying on Cursed Yin’s current intent, breaking through forcibly would take ti.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the frail Cursed Yin in the illusion world, trying various thods to break the sword technique, and snorted coldly to himself, casually flipping to the next page of the “Sword Observation Manual.”
“For generations none have been like this hero, for thousands of årds no higher person has erged, Eighth Sword Immortal naturally gifted; even the flaws could only be intentional to show you, Cursed Yin.”
“This next page, isn’t filled with Fantasy Sword Technique, but will only be your ten ways to die, Cursed Yin.”
“Just you wait!”
…
Rustle.
The ancient book turned to the next page.
Bazhun’an’s brush moved energetically, powerfully imprinting the paper, revealing sharp characters along with various deep anings of the Fantasy Sword Technique:
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