Infinite World Projection

"However, it may be something else."

In my mind, the voice of the spirit in the knife continued to sound, speaking to Chen Changming like this.

"something else?"

Chen Changming frowned secretly, at this moment he couldn't help but wonder: "What is that?"

"Some wandering spirits."

In my mind, the voice belonging to the spirit of the knife slowly sounded, and it sounded a little strange.

"Didn't I tell you before?"

"After the cultivation base is returned to the source, even if you die, you will still leave your own source. If it is sealed by a special method, it can be retained in the world for a long time."

"and so"

Chen Changming felt a kind of comprehension in his heart, and he couldn't help but suddenly.

"This place is the ancestral hall of the masters of the golden knives in the past, and all the elders of the masters of the golden knives are displayed here."

"There are so many elders in the past, and some of them have reached that level, and it is not surprising that they were able to keep their source in the end."

In my mind, the voice of the spirit of the knife kept ringing. I don't know if it was an illusion. At this time, it always sounded a little sigh.

"That's it"

Chen Changming nodded, then his heart slowly calmed down.

"Is it the source left by the elders of the past generations?"

This thought flashed in his mind, standing there silently, while writing the oath, while quietly reading the history of the golden knife.

After all this was done, he thought for a while, walked to the empty space in the middle of the ancestral hall, and became independent in it.

He held the golden knife in his hand, with an inexplicable aura all over his body. At this moment, he showed a slight bow to the many spirit cards in front of him, then got up and slowly pulled out the heavenly king's golden knife.

The Heavenly King's Golden Sword was unsheathed, and a faint golden light flashed.

A kind of awe-inspiring sword light enveloped the surroundings, flashing in the four fields.

Afterwards, on Chen Changming's body, a unique sword intent appeared, slowly emerging from him.

"Connectivity plus one"

The faint handwriting appeared before his eyes, but at this moment, Chen Changming did not care anymore.

Standing in the center of the ancestral hall, his face was calm, his long knife in his hand was independent, and he slowly swung it, making a knife.

An inexplicable display of swordsmanship, although it looks very crude and simple, it is so refined in Chen Changming's hands, full of a strange beauty.

This is the Golden Sword of the Heavenly King, reappearing in Chen Changming's hands at this moment, slowly revealing it.

Of course, the simple golden sword of the king is nothing, no matter how subtle it is, it is just an ordinary skill after all.

What makes the Heavenly King's Golden Sword truly powerful is the meaning of the sword contained in it.

Only by truly comprehending one's own unique sword intent, can the power of the Heavenly King's Golden Sword be truly revealed.

Otherwise, it will only have its shape without its god, and it will be different in power.

At this moment, accompanied by the light dance of the long sword, the golden sword light appeared around the ancestral hall.

"Connectivity plus one"

A faint handwriting resurfaced before his eyes.

In front of him, accompanied by a light dance of the long sword, faintly, through the resonance with the golden sword of the heavenly king, Chen Changming seemed to see something unusual.

In the ancestral hall in front of me, a piece of spiritual plaques were placed there, standing in it.

Among them, on top of the spiritual cards, several golden human-shaped phantoms slowly appeared, emerging at this moment.

A pair of eyes were fixed on Chen Changming's body, some indifferent, some majestic, and some admiration, all different.

Regardless of it, Chen Changming lightly danced with the long sword in his hand, the sword's momentum gradually expanded and gradually reached a peak.

A burst of inexplicable sword intent began to show, vaguely, with a kind of supreme majesty domineering, and a kind of courage to dominate the world.

"Could it"

Feeling this burst of sword intent, among the golden knives, the spirit of the sword moved in his heart. At this time, he couldn't help but move, and his heart raised some expectations.

Sure enough, the next moment, the familiar sword intent appeared in front of you, peerless, unparalleled in the sword intent here, as if the king of the sword, king over the world.

King's Golden Knife, King's Landing!

The invisible sword intent is fully displayed, and the light of the sword flashes, blooming in the ancestral hall, and then spread.

Chen Changming walked with the sword light, and his body was extremely brilliant. The sword intent of the heavenly king's golden sword was fully displayed on his body, as if the heavenly king was reborn.

"Connectivity plus one"

A faint handwriting reappeared, and it came to life.

Looking at the handwriting in front of him, Chen Changming took a deep breath, not surprised.

Heavenly King's Golden Sword, this is really the supreme sword technique to win the favor of Golden Sword.

As far as he has seen, whether it is the spirit of the sword, the elder of the golden sword, or the former Wu Sheng, after seeing the golden sword of the heavenly king, Chen Changming looked at Chen Changming with admiration, and his eyes were blushing.

In front of them, the same is true for these dead golden sword vein masters.

Perhaps this is why the world attaches great importance to inheritance, right?

This thought flashed through Chen Changming's heart, then put away his mind, put away the long sword, and bowed to the many spiritual tablets in front of him, and then slowly left.

After he left, in the center of the ancestral hall, a series of pale golden figures showed up on the spiritual cards.

They stood there, looking at Chen Changming's back, nodded in unison, their eyes filled with appreciation.

"finish watching?"

Walking outside the ancestral hall, a voice rang from the side.

Xia Qi looked at Chen Changming walking out of the ancestral hall, and couldn't help but speak at this moment.

"almost."