【Ding! The random prize drawing of this system has been completed! 】
【The back carapace of a ten-year-old pangolin. Description: It's really hard, and might make a good shield, or... a pot lid. 】
【Soothing incense. Description: Made from a mixture of various mortal plants and trees, it has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind after being lit. It has a significant effect on ordinary people, and on soul masters... it is better than nothing. 】
【An ordinary iron sword. Explanation: It once followed a soul master and killed soul beasts for ten years. Later, the soul master changed it to a better weapon and sold it. 】
Ning Liu's mouth twitched.
With these three things, the system is really becoming less and less boring.
【Compulsory auction items are being drawn...】
[Name of the auction item: True Explanation of Swordsmanship·Chen Xin Gu Achievements]
h [Item description: This is a handwritten copy of Sword Douluo Chenxin’s life-long insights into swordsmanship. It contains all his mental journey and the essence of swordsmanship from the beginning of swordsmanship to the integration of human and sword. 】
【Mandatory auction requirement: It must be auctioned as the tenth item in this auction, that is, the final lot. ]
【Starting price: 10,000 gold soul coins. 】
Seeing this, Ning Liu's eyes lit up instantly.
The only copy of Grandpa Jian’s handwriting?
With a thought, an ancient secret book appeared in his hand. There was no name on the cover, only a fierce sword intent coming toward his face.
Ning Liu turned to the first page.
There is no gorgeous rhetoric, no profound theory, just a line of simple but sharp handwriting.
"I learned to sword at the age of six, and for ninety years now, I have only one thought, this one sword."
Boom!
For a moment, Ning Liu seemed to see a figure.
From an ignorant child, toddling around in the courtyard with a wooden sword in hand, to a high-spirited young man, wielding a sword all over the world, to a titled Douluo who stands tall and indomitable.
That is not just words, but also a microcosm of Sword Douluo Chenxin’s life.
Each word in it is like a small sword, containing Chen Xin’s different understanding of the way of the sword.
There is his joy when he first glimpses the door, his confusion when he encounters a bottleneck, his madness when he breaks through and then immediately, and his regret and unwillingness when he finally touches the threshold.
Ning Liu's breathing gradually became longer, and the sword intention of Kongmeng Sword quietly circulated in his body, echoing and resonating with the sword intention in the scroll.
He seemed to see a sword path.
His own Sky Dream Sword is based on space, ethereal and agile, and traceless. Sword Douluo's Seven Killing Sword takes the word "attack" to its extreme sharpness and dominance.
The Tao of the two is different, but their dedication to the sword and their pursuit of perfection are the same.
"Good stuff..."
Ning Liu closed the secret book and let out a long breath.
Just a cursory glance at it deepened his understanding of the way of the sword.
He even had some expectations, what kind of shocking treasure would such a holy book of swordsmanship turn into after it was returned by the system?
"However, if Sword Douluo knew that I took out the treasure he kept at the bottom of the box and sold it, I wonder if he would chase me eight streets with the Seven Kills Sword?"
Ning Chuqiu shook his head with a smile and was in a good mood.
Afterwards, he collected these things and thought about it.
An altar appeared in front of him.
Altar of faith.
Gods...
Ning Liu's eyes became hot.
"I don't know if any god would like me like this?"
Thinking of this, he stood up directly, his mind was calm, and his soul power slowly circulated.
First of all, it is the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit.
The brilliant nine-color treasure light rose from his body, covering his entire body. The eight circles of soul rings moved up and down, emitting powerful soul power fluctuations.
However, the altar of faith beneath his feet did not move at all.
There is no light, no sound, not even the slightest energy fluctuation.
Ning Liu's eyebrows raised, not surprised.
The most suitable deity for the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda is undoubtedly the Nine Colored Goddess. But that god had already chosen Ning Rongrong.
So...
With a change of thought, the light of the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda shrank away, and instead, an ethereal and sharp sword intent rose into the sky.
Hum——!
Hong Kong Meng Sword appeared in his hand.
Ning Liu pushed the sword intention of Kongmeng Sword to the extreme, and even activated the power of dragon wings, spiritual eyes and Huanxin Sky Fox skull, trying to establish contact with the existence in the dark.
One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds passed.
The altar of faith still showed no response.
Ning Liu put away the Kongmeng Sword and stood on the stone platform helplessly.
It would be a lie to say that I am not disappointed.
According to the explanation of the Altar of Faith, this means that there is no suitable god position for you!
However, this loss only lasted for a moment.
"That's right, Kongmengjian hasn't even collected the soul rings, and its foundation is not stable."
It seems that becoming a god cannot be rushed after all.
He was about to put away the altar when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Ningliu said.
Subsequently, Ning Fengzhi, Tang Xiao, and Bibi Dong entered together.
Bibi Dong's eyes were drawn to the ancient stone platform that had not been folded up the moment he entered the door.
Her steps paused slightly, and a look of surprise and uncertainty flashed on her face.
As the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, she is far more sensitive to the aura related to the God than ordinary people.
She could clearly feel that there was an aura that she could not understand on that stone platform.
"Sect Leader Ning, what is that?"
Bibi Dong asked.
After hearing this, Ning Fengzhi and Tang Xiao noticed the strange stone platform, and both of them had curiosity in their eyes.
"A good thing."
Ning Liu looked at the three of them and felt that there was nothing to hide from them, so he pointed and explained.
"It's called the Altar of Faith. The function is very simple. It can test the fate of the person who stands on the altar and the gods in the divine world to see if... there is a possibility of inheriting the throne of God."
"What?!"
Rao Shi Ning Fengzhi has been calm all his life. When he heard the four words "inherit the divine throne", his face could not help but change, and his breathing became quickened.
Yesterday, he thought about what happened to Ning Rongrong all night.
It is impossible to understand, it is just dawn.
Tang Xiao's pupils shrank suddenly.
God's throne!
For these titled Douluo who stand at the top of the continent, what a tempting word this is!
Bibi Dong’s reaction was the most violent.
Her delicate body trembled and she stared at the altar of faith.
For this goal, she paid a price unimaginable by ordinary people to gain divine destiny.
But now, Ning Liu actually casually came up with something that can directly test the "fate" of the gods?
This is simply...
Looking at the shocked expressions of the three of them, Ning Liu became the most relaxed one.
He spread his hands, shrugged and said:
"Don't look at me like that, I just tried it, and there was no reaction at all."
A joke lightened the atmosphere a little.
Then, Ning Liu turned his eyes to Tang Xiao and asked with interest.
"Tang Zongzhu."
"Go up and try?"
Ning Liu raised his chin towards the altar of faith.
“The Haotian Sect has been passed down for many years, and your ancestor is a peerless talent. Now that your soul power is level 98, maybe one of the fighting gods will see you right?”