On the flying boat.

Zhao Kuan was completely restrained and leaned obliquely against the side of the ship.

"Aren't you going to talk about your thoughts?" Gu Qingshan asked.

Zhao Kuan simply shut up.

"Then I'm sorry," Gu Qingshan said regretfully, "I have to do it myself."

Gu Qingshan stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on Zhao Kuan's forehead.

Soul Search Technique, activate!

A ray of light flashed on Zhao Kuan's forehead, directly knocking Gu Qingshan's hand away.

A golden mysterious pattern appeared on Zhao Kuan's forehead, and a faint majestic aura emanated from the golden light.

This is a divine text!

Zhao Kuan spit out a mouthful of blood and laughed loudly, "Chen Yang, do you want to search my soul? Go dreaming."

Gu Qingshan's face changed and he shouted in a low voice: "So you have defected to the gods! You are already the first person in the sect and the next head of the sect. Why do you do this!"

Zhao Kuan said in a hatred: "Bad Master! Master just wants me to spread the torch for the sect, he wants me to manage it day and night for the sect."

He suddenly roared: "He actually didn't even pass on the Sword Immortal's method, and he didn't even pass on the Sword Immortal's method!"

"Chen Yang, can you understand my mood? Whenever I see other sword immortals controlling the flying sword, and I can only fight with the long sword in my hand, but I am still the master of the sect leader, and everyone is looking at me. I still have to keep a kind face. You can't understand this mood!"

Gu Qingshan paused and explained slowly: "To become a sword immortal, you must find your own path. No one can teach anyone else, because that is someone else's path. Do you don't understand this?"

Zhao Kuan said: "I understand, of course I understand, but it's been thirty years. Chen Yang, it's been thirty years. My cultivation has been rising, surpassing all my disciples of the same generation, but I have never been able to become a sword immortal. Do you understand this feeling?"

"I understand." Gu Qingshan said.

Zhao Kuan hissed: "You don't understand!"

"Others say that I, Zhao Kuan, are busy with sect affairs every day, so I delay my practice, but they don't know how hard I practice."

"But no! It really doesn't work! I've tried it countless times, and I can't control the sword with my heart no matter what. I even ruined the original sword and replaced it with a new sword, but it still doesn't work!"

"Destroy the Sword..."

When Gu Qingshan heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

Zhao Kuan said: "Chen Yang, I am a sword cultivator. The path of sword cultivator is extremely repulsive to other paths, so I can't practice other methods anymore. Do you know how many times I want to die?"

He suddenly laughed, and several traces of blood flowed on his face, looking hideous and crazy.

"Later, I really couldn't stand such days. I ran to pray to the gods in private. Guess what happened?"

"The whole process is so simple, beyond my imagination, I directly learned sword control!"

Gu Qingshan answered, "So you defected to the gods."

"Yes, I don't care at all about the sect or something. I am now ordered by God and will destroy everything in the Huangyuntian Palace today. The previous disciples, Huang Zhan, you and the daughter of the sect leader, can't escape either!"

Gu Qingshan's heart tightened and asked hurriedly: "Those disciples? What did you do before?"

Zhao Kuan showed a proud look on his face: "I am the senior brother of the sect, and I have to pass many things from me. Can you guess how I arranged this?"

Gu Qingshan stared at him, feeling a little sad.

The strength of the world of cultivation in later generations was really low, and I didn’t even know how to open up the world, so I fought with demons and was always crushed.

If some of these disciples in the heavenly realm could escape this disaster, the future world of practice would never have been like that.

It seems that even if the real Chen Yang escaped from his life, he probably wouldn't have survived for long.

Otherwise, his martial arts will definitely be passed down.

Zhao Kuan deliberately sighed: "Wait, the gods sent many subordinates to chase and kill those disciples, and none of them could escape."

"Chen Yang, I have handed over the earth sword. The gods were overjoyed and gave me the power of life protection. Even if I die here, my soul will return to the gods' place. I have to say that everything you do is in vain."

Gu Qingshan looked at him and suddenly felt a feeling in his heart.

"No."

Gu Qingshan’s peaceful way.

He took out a staff from the void.

Prison-Suppressing Ghost King Staff.

He held up his staff.

down.

prick.

Zhao Kuan was penetrated by a staff, and his whole body twitched wildly on the ground.

Gu Qingshan held the staff tightly.

Blood.

It kept spreading around.

Gu Qingshan's voice turned cold and said softly: "Do you feel it? The pain of betraying everyone."

"Stop this," Zhao Kuan gasped, "When I am resurrected, I will ask the gods to collect your soul and torture you forever!"

Gu Qingshan was silent.

He sighed and said, "Zhao Kuan, for the sake of your death, I will say a few more words to you."

"In fact, what you are pursuing is not swordsmanship, but the power and reputation that the power of the sword can bring to you after becoming a sword immortal."

"If you really pursue sword skills, you will not break your sword at all, and you will not beg for strength from the gods."

"The sword cultivator won't chase outward power like that."

"The power of the sword must come from your heart, it can only be ignited by your own will."

After hearing this, Zhao Kuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, gasped and said reluctantly: "You... are worthy of... teaching me?"

He shook his head disdainfully.

Gu Qingshan looked at him and remained motionless.

But two flying swords quietly emerged from the void behind him.

Flying sword!

Zhao Kuan stared at her eyes, stunned for a moment, unable to accept the scene in front of her.

"Zhao Kuan, I will learn swordsmanship in the next life." Gu Qingshan said.

He held the prison-suppressing ghost king's staff and stabbed it hard.

Zhao Kuan spit out his last mouthful of blood and lost his restlessness.

Suddenly, the golden light on his body was made of great success.

Countless golden divine texts surrounded his corpse and formed a mysterious pattern.

The golden light surged and lifted the body.

Zhao Kuan's body was about to disappear from the flying boat

Gu Qingshan reached out and pressed the Ghost King's Staff, and suddenly activated his soul to dissipate.

"Staff Secret Technique: Soul Dissipation."

"Secret Method: The Ghost King can use the power of the scepter to permanently kill any dead who disobeys you. The killed dead will dissipate the soul and turn it into the power of the scepter to replenish the power."

boom!

A black light pierced Zhao Kuan's body from the scepter.

At the same time, Golden Eyebrow is a masterpiece.

The two forces began to compete.

Obviously, the golden light was no match for the Black Light at all, and was soon swallowed up by the Black Light.

Gu Qingshan browed.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation are indeed the highest achievement of the ancient gods. The Ghost Staff of the Prison-Suppressing Ghost King can actually overwhelm the power of the divine text.

Instantly.

The wind blows the afterimage, and the golden light disappears.

The Scepter obtained the right to dispose of the corpse!

An illusory figure appeared in front of Gu Qingshan.

Zhao Kuan.

He showed a horrified expression and stared at the scepter in Gu Qingshan's hand, unable to speak at all.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. You don't have to think about what to practice in your next life."
To be continued...