Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1069 Darkness

Chapter 1069 Darkness

Old Man Tian Ji helped the unconscious Su Ran up and said to Xiang Nan seriously, "Xiang Bei, how confident are you in telling the truth?"

Xiang Nan took out the Dead Sword and said, "I don't know much about the inheritance of that technique, so I can't say it myself. I can only leave it to fate."

Tian Ji looked at the Sword of the Dead and said, "This sword is very powerful. I wonder how many masters it has devoured. If you can't control it properly, you will most likely be harmed by this sword."

"My suggestion is that you accept the inheritance directly. Don't use this sword anymore. This way, it will be safer."

Xiang Nan muttered, "Since Feng Xuan mentioned the Dead Sword, I think there should be a reason for him. I choose to believe him."

Old Man Tian Ji said, "Alright, we can't find a better way anyway. Let's give it a try. If you feel that something is wrong halfway through the inheritance, you should immediately stop. Let's think of another way. Don't be impulsive."

"Understood." Xiang Nan sat on the ground and placed the sword of the dead on his legs.

To be honest, Xiang Nan was also very fearful of the Dead Sword. This thing was really strange, it was not for fun.

It was so strange that even though it was so powerful, Xiang Nan did not dare to casually use it.

Every time he used it, Xiang Nan felt that it was more closely related to him. Sooner or later, he would become his sword slave.

"Hiss … Hu …" Xiang Nan took three deep breaths in a row. He had already made up his mind, and he also butted his hands together with Su Ran's.

Su Ran was a puppet, so she could not inherit her cultivation technique, so she could only preserve it in her body.

Once Su Ran entered the entire body and communicated with Xiang Nan's meridians, the cultivation technique inheritance naturally "flowed" into Xiang Nan's body.

The moment the so-called cultivation technique inheritance entered his body, Xiang Nan suddenly felt a strange illusion.

The whole world had disappeared! It suddenly turned into endless darkness.

A circular hole suddenly opened in the similarly dark sky, and a beam of light shot down.

As for Xiang Nan, he inexplicably fell to the ground from the round hole.

"This is … a dream?" Xiang Nan looked around in surprise, only to discover that this place was not a dream world.

Because this place was completely black, apart from the ten-meter radius enveloped by that ray of light, nothing else could be seen clearly.

But what surprised Xiang Nan even more was that he was holding the Dead Sword in his hand.

"What's going on?" Xiang Nanqi said, "Could it be that I was teleported to another unknown world?"

"Or is this an illusion from the inheritance of a cultivation technique?"

As he muttered to himself, Xiang Nan walked forward with the Dead Sword in his hand. That beam of light also followed him, striking him from the sky, keeping him at the core of the pillar of light.

"How did this light come about? What does it represent?" Xiang Nan thought for a moment and subconsciously waved his Death Sword.

In the end, he discovered that the beam of light had also moved.

"That's why!" Xiang Nan suddenly realized that the beam of light wasn't following him, but this sword! It's the core of the beam.

After taking a few more steps, he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears.

Xiang Nan immediately became vigilant. He held his sword in both hands and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Suddenly, a fog-like thing appeared on the ground right in front of him. It looked a little like a human, but it was lying on the ground.

"What?" Xiang Nan was stunned.

The thing suddenly raised its head. Its face was like black gas, and it had a pair of green eyes. In the boundless darkness, it emitted a faint green light.

But gradually, that thing's face changed. Although it still looked hazy, it did look exactly like Xiang Nan's.

"This" Xiang Nan was completely dumbfounded. He didn't understand what was happening to him at all.

The strangest thing was that a black sword that looked exactly like the Death Sword appeared in his hand.

Before Xiang Nan could react, the gas Xiang Nan suddenly rushed towards him.

Xiang Nan subconsciously raised his sword lattice to block.

Boom!

The two swords collided and sent Xiang Nan flying.

Its power was so great that Xiang Nan simply couldn't imagine it. Even the Death Sword was shaken out of his hand and flew away.

Xiang Nan flew backwards for dozens of meters. His entire body was in absolute darkness, and he couldn't see where the gas Xiang Nan was.

Xiang Nan hurriedly turned his head to search. Fifty to sixty meters away, the Sword of the Dead was lying on the ground, still illuminated by the beam of light.

"No, I have to get that sword quickly!" Xiang Nan bowed and sprinted towards the Sword of the Dead.

However, he discovered that his strength seemed to have completely disappeared. This sprint was no different from the speed of a mortal.

Rustle rustle rustle rustle rustle

In the surroundings, the movement of the gas Xiang Nan appeared again.

Xiang Nan felt his hair stand on end, and a creepy feeling wrapped around his entire body. The gas Xiang Nan was nearby!

Then, a crisis enveloped Xiang Nan's entire body, making him feel that he would most likely die in the next instant.

With his strong sense of danger, Xiang Nan rolled on the spot as he ran.

At the same time, a black shadow swept past Xiang Nan. With a chi sound, the black sword cut open a deep wound on Xiang Nan's arm.

It hurts!

Heartbreaking pain! The pain made Xiang Nan almost go into shock.

He had never felt such intense pain before. If it was an ordinary person, he would have fainted long ago.

However, Xiang Nan relied on his firm willpower to force himself to wake up. He couldn't see where the gas Xiang Nan was, so he clenched his teeth and rushed towards the Sword of the Dead.

"Damn it! No wonder this technique is so difficult to inherit!"

"Without the Death's Sword, if an ordinary person forcefully inherited a cultivation technique, they would probably directly arrive in this dark region. If not, they would have been forcefully killed like headless flies."

There were still thirty meters left! Thirty meters away from the Dead Sword.

Xiang Nan sprinted wildly.

There were still twenty meters left!

There were still fifteen meters left!

Rustle, rustle.

The voice appeared again.

Xiang Nan suddenly accelerated and used all of his strength to rush towards the light where the Sword of the Dead was.

A feeling of death enveloped him again.

There were still eight meters left!

"It's coming!"

Xiang Nan roared and jumped in a wild rush. He threw himself forward and immediately rolled on the ground the moment he landed on the ground.

Chi!

The black sword sliced into Xiang Nan's calf and stomach. The pain caused Xiang Nan to die, as if he had been thrown into a pot of oil and tortured.

There was still half a meter left!

Xiang Nan broke out in cold sweat as he clenched his teeth and was about to step into the light zone.

Suddenly, a black claw grabbed onto Xiang Nan's ankle, pulling him flat on the ground.

Xiang Nan's upper body was already in the light, while his lower body was being dragged back by something.

Xiang Nan turned around and gave a fierce kick backwards, as if he had kicked a half-gas and half-solid matter.

After letting go of his claws for a moment, Xiang Nan jumped up and ran violently. He had already entered the light zone, and when he was still five meters away from the King's Sword, he once again flew out.

At the same time, the black gaseous Xiang Nan also rushed in. He held the black sword in his hand and stabbed fiercely towards Xiang Nan's back.