Chen Xin's excited emotions slowly subsided, and those eyes finally fell on Ning Liu.
This time, there was no trace of the scrutiny in his eyes from an elder to a younger generation.
"I..."
Chen Xin's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something to express his gratitude, but he felt that any words seemed feeble at this moment.
In the end, he just looked at Ning Liu deeply and uttered a few words solemnly.
“I never expected that your knowledge of the art of swordsmanship would reach this level. Now, I count you as half a disciple!”
This sentence is worth a thousand words.
He did not ask Ning Liu why an auxiliary soul master had such an opinion.
It’s just that today’s grace and kindness are more important than words.
"Old swordsman, come on, come on, don't be sore here."
Gu Rong rubbed his hands and came closer, his eyes sneaking between Ning Liu and Chen Xin.
"I said, boy, what kind of monster are you?"
Ning Liu just smiled when he heard this and did not answer this nonsensical question.
He looked at Chen Xin, and the bold idea in his heart became clearer and clearer.
The timing is right.
The heart of dust has just broken through, the heart of the sword is clear, and the will, spirit, and soul power are at an unprecedented peak and pure state. The resonance with the gods at this moment must be the strongest.
「Grandpa Jian,」
「今日您破而后立，可喜可贺。我这里还有一桩机缘，或许能让您的剑道，再上一层楼。」
「哦？」
尘心眉毛一扬，兴趣盎然。
He had just broken through to level ninety-eight, and his self-confidence was at its peak, but unexpectedly Ning Liu actually said that he could go one step further?
If anyone else had said this, he would have scoffed at it, but since it was Ning Liu who said this, he had to believe it.
Gu Rong even screamed: "What more? How many good things are hidden in your belly, kid? Take it out quickly and open my eyes!"
Emperor Xueye and Prince Xuexing also held their breaths. They felt that their hearts had endured more tests today than in the past decades combined.
Ning Liu said no more, he just calmly raised his right hand and waved lightly towards the open space in the center of the room.
Hum——
There is no fluctuation in soul power, nor is there any flicker of light.
But right where he waved his hand, a simple stone altar appeared out of thin air.
The altar is not big, about three meters in diameter. The whole body presents a gray and chaotic color, with countless mysterious and ancient patterns carved on it.
"This... what is this?"
Gui Duluo and others were surprised.
"Altar of Faith!"
Ning Fengzhi's voice sounded.
He had seen it once, but when he saw it again, he was still shocked.
He explained: "This is Ningliu's opportunity, an altar that can communicate with the gods and gain the opportunity to become a god!" , pointed at Ning Liu again, his tongue was wide open:
"Communication with...gods? The road to becoming a god? Fengzhi, you, are you kidding me?"
There was a bang in the minds of Emperor Xue Ye and Prince Xue Xing, and everything went blank for an instant.
Become a god!
They suddenly remembered Ning Liu's previous heroic words, "Within five years, we will add five more titled Douluo to the sect."
It turns out...that's not arrogance!
With such a heaven-defying thing, as long as the talent is enough, it is not a fantasy to cultivate a true god, let alone five titled Douluo? !
At this moment, the way they looked at Ning Liu had completely changed.
Chen Xin was also greatly shaken, staring at the altar of faith!
"Grandpa Jian,"
Ning Liu's voice brought everyone's attention back.
"Please go up to the altar, concentrate and release your sword intent."
Chen Xin heard the words, and without any hesitation, nodded solemnly to Ning Liu and Ning Fengzhi, and then stepped forward, like a sharp sword, and landed steadily in the center of the altar of faith.
The moment his feet touched the altar, the ancient patterns on the entire altar suddenly lit up, and streaks of gray light rose into the sky, covering him.
Chen Xin closed his eyes tightly and acted as he was told.
His just-melted sword heart was released without reservation, and the ninety-eight-level sword intention that was so pure that it tore apart space soared into the sky!
Hum buzz!
Seven Killing Sword Martial Spirit emerged from his body and hung behind him.
On the sword body, nine soul rings shine brightly.
The space above the altar began to distort, and the light and shadow changed, as if a pair of invisible eyes lowered their gaze from a distant dimension and examined the seeker on the altar.
Suddenly, the temperature of the entire room dropped suddenly, and a cold, murderous aura descended out of thin air!
I saw a vague and tall bloody shadow slowly condensing in the distorted light and shadow above the altar.
The face of the phantom could not be seen clearly, but just standing there seemed to be a collection of all the concepts of "murderous aura" in the world.
The murderous aura emanating from his body even made the Seven Kills Sword behind Chen Xin scream in mourning!
Under the pressure of this aura, Gu Rong's expression changed, and he released the Bone Dragon Spirit again, firmly protecting Ning Fengcun, Emperor Xueye and others behind him.
Even so, everyone still felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar, and their souls were trembling.
"What kind of god is this?"
Ning Fengzhi said in shock.
"What a terrible murderous aura..."
Gurong gritted his teeth, and a layer of frost appeared on his bone armor.
At this moment, the blood-colored shadow of the god slowly raised a finger and pointed lightly at Chen Xin below.
A condensed blood light, like a bloody lightning, shot out instantly and submerged into Chen Xin's eyebrows!
“Uh——!”
Chen Xin suddenly raised his head and let out a painful groan.
his whole body trembled violently, and there seemed to be countless bloody runes swimming under his skin.
The Seven Killing Sword Martial Spirit behind him was completely wrapped in a rich blood light!
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In the horrified eyes of everyone, the blood light dissipated, and a brand new long sword reappeared behind Chen Xin.
The shape of the sword is still that of the Seven Kills Sword. But the entire sword body has been rendered with a layer of strange dark red. On the blade, mysterious blood-colored divine patterns swirl and spread, flowing slowly like a living thing.
The sword pointed at, the indomitable killing sword energy, has now been perfectly integrated with the overwhelming murderous intention!
its quality, its level, has reached...a semi-god-level martial spirit?
Demigod weapon!
When Chen Xin slowly opened his eyes, his soul power level had not increased again, but his aura was several times stronger than the level 98 just now!
The light of the altar slowly faded away, Chen Xin stepped down from it in one step, feeling the brand new power in his body, his eyes were extremely complicated.
He just received the power of faith from a god and the accompanying inheritance information.
Kill God!
At this moment, feedback from the altar of faith also sounded in Ning Liu's mind.
【It has been detected that the trialist "Chen Xin" is highly compatible with the Douluo Continent's second-level god "Killing God". The power of the killing god's faith has been channeled and the inheritance of the god's throne has been started. 】
【The trialer's martial spirit "Seven Kills Sword" was baptized by divine power and evolved into a semi-sacred weapon "Seven Kills Sword". 】
Ning Liu frowned imperceptibly.
It’s done.
But...it seemed to be different from what he expected.
killing God?
Why is he the God of Death?
Sword Douluo has been looking for swords all his life, and his way is pure and strong. Logically speaking, shouldn't the one who is most suitable for him be a "Sword God"?
Is there no god who wields a "sword" in the Douluo God Realm?
Or... the essence of the Seven Killing Sword is not a "sword" from the beginning, but "killing"?