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"what!?"

"Give me the 'Death Sickle'?"

Gao Yue was slightly taken aback, and looked at Patriarch Jian Er in surprise, with a strange expression on his face.Obviously, he didn't expect the ancestor Jian Er to be so generous.

You must know that the death sickle is a half-step forbidden weapon, which is very precious. Many masters in the broken realm dream of owning a death sickle.

Unfortunately, it has not been able to get his wish.

Today, Patriarch Jian Er beheaded Patriarch Youxie, and successfully got a half-step forbidden weapon-level death scythe as a trophy.It should be taken as his own to improve his combat effectiveness, but who would have thought that the ancestor Jian Er didn't hesitate too much, and donated the death scythe to Gao Yue!

"Old man, I can't ask for this death scythe. As the saying goes, you don't get rewarded for nothing. If you didn't come back in time today, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to protect the golden sword cave. Accept this generous gift with peace of mind?"

After pondering for a while, Gao Yue resolutely rejected Patriarch Jian'er's kindness.

"Gao Yue, you just accept it. I have already condensed the sword soul. From now on, the sword and the human will become one, and no other magic weapon will be needed." The ancestor of Jian Er smiled lightly, and directly stuffed the death scythe into Gao Yue's hand.

Gao Yue held the death scythe, felt the cold touch from the death scythe, and felt a little helpless for a while.

All the monks, elders, and masters of the Golden Sword Cave Heaven all looked at Gao Yue with envy and hatred, dreaming that they could also be appreciated by the Second Patriarch Jian.

"This death sickle has been refined by the ancestor Youxie for thousands of years. It has a deep demonic nature. After you recognize the master with a drop of blood, you must sacrifice it from time to time to suppress the internal demonic nature and use it for yourself. Otherwise, after a long time, you Not only can't you control the death sickle, but you may be controlled by the death sickle, gradually lose your humanity, and become a heinous devil!"

The ancestor Jian Er gave a serious order.

Gao Yue was startled.

"Junior Brother Zhao, why don't you use this death scythe for you. You are now the leader of the Golden Sword Cave Heaven sect. If your strength improves, stepping out will also represent the face of our Golden Sword Cave Heaven."

Gao Yue hesitated for a moment, and took the initiative to transfer the death scythe in her hand to Zhao Xuanhuang.

"Senior brother, don't be too polite. Since the ancestor rewarded you, you can accept it with peace of mind." Zhao Xuanhuang couldn't laugh or cry, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Zhao Xuanhuang has not been a holy king for a long time, and his foundation is still shallow. It is difficult to subdue the devil in the death sickle. If I give this death sickle to Zhao Xuanhuang, I will really harm him."

Before Gao Yue could speak again, Patriarch Jian Er spoke first.

Hearing this, Gao Yuemao suddenly realized, sighed slightly, and finally respectfully obeyed, and put the death scythe into her pocket.

"Old Ancestor, I have a question in my mind, I don't know if I should talk about it or not?"

Suddenly, Lin Yi looked at Patriarch Jian Er with a smile.

"Jie Ti, we are all one family, feel free to ask any questions you have, as long as I know, I will answer everything."

The ancestor Jian Er put his hands behind his back and smiled warmly.

"I want to know the quality of the ancestor's natal sword." Lin Yidao.

As soon as the words fell, all the monks present pricked up their ears and looked at Patriarch Jian Er curiously.

Feeling the scorching gazes of everyone, the Second Ancestor Jian smiled faintly, and said without any concealment, "My natal sword is just an ordinary iron, not a high-quality magic weapon."

"What!? The ancestor's natal sword is just a piece of ordinary iron?"

"Impossible, how come it's just a piece of ordinary iron? If it's really just a piece of ordinary iron, how can you kill the Youxie Patriarch in Broken Realm with one sword?"

"The ancestor has now stepped into the broken state, how could he integrate his soul into a piece of ordinary iron, if one day, the ordinary iron is unfortunately broken, wouldn't the ancestor have to take his life?"

All the monks present were talking like crazy, and they couldn't believe their ears.

"Hehe, my situation is quite special."

The ancestor of Jian Er smiled slightly and continued to explain, "Although my natal sword is just a piece of ordinary iron, I am sure that this magic sword used to be a sharp weapon of magic weapon, but after a long time Gradually degenerated in the long river of time, reduced to a handle of ordinary iron."

"Huh? It used to be a magic weapon?"

"This epee seems to have a lot of history."

Gao Yue and Zhao Xuanhuang looked at each other for a while.

"To tell you the truth, I strayed into a mysterious illusion more than ten years ago. Inside the illusion, I found an ancient sword mound. Inside the sword mound, there were tens of thousands of ancient swords inserted upside down. These ancient Most of the swords have decayed, and the ones that survive occasionally are all dilapidated."

"Only this ancient sword is well preserved, so I tried to pull out this ancient sword and take it as my own. However, I have been working hard for six years, but I failed."

The Second Patriarch Jian said in a deep voice.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that this magical sword was obtained inside a mysterious sword mound. According to legend, the sword mound is a grave for the sword in the hands of the swordsman after he retired or died unfortunately. Because in the eyes of the swordsman, the sword is also living."

"My God, when will I be able to enter such a sword mound and get a magical weapon. I will definitely be able to make a fortune. Unfortunately, my chances are shallow and I don't have such luck."

"The ancestor spent six years in order to draw the sword? This is too strange, why should he be so steadfast and persevering? After all, this ancient sword looks like nothing more than ordinary iron."

Everyone gasped in admiration, and at the same time, they were puzzled by the behavior of Jian Er Patriarch.

The ancestor of Jian Er smiled bitterly, and said quietly, "At that time, I already felt that my lifespan was about to come to an end, even if I went out from the inside of the sword mound, I am afraid it would be difficult to get any adventures to break through the bottleneck and advance to the Broken Realm So, instead of wandering aimlessly outside, it is better to practice sword hard in the sword mound!"

After a pause, feeling the doubts in everyone's eyes, Jian Er smiled lightly and said: "Actually, after I tried to draw the sword and failed, I didn't plan to draw the sword anymore. I just practiced with all my strength in the sword mound. On the fifteenth day of the month, this ancient sword would vibrate by itself, making a whimpering sound, which caught my attention."

"I can feel this ancient sword crying, and there is a mysterious sword intent hidden in the sound of the sword's chant."

The ancestor of Jian Er said with a serious face: "So, I began to calm down and try to figure out the sword intent contained in the sound of the sword chant wholeheartedly. Six years passed before I knew it. On that day, when I finally chanted the sword After I figured out the sword intent contained in the sound, I successfully broke through the bottleneck of the Saint King Realm and stepped into the Shattered Realm!"

"And, I pulled out this ancient sword effortlessly."

The ancestor of the second sword held his head high, with a look of pride on his face, "Although this ancient sword has been reduced to a piece of ordinary iron in a long time, but because of it, I was able to gain a new life and understand the profound meaning of the sword. So, the day after I pulled out the ancient sword, I decided to condense the sword soul and combine it with the ancient sword in my hand!"