Celestial

"Oh, a lonely ghost like an old man, how do you remember what year?"

"..."

"It should have been thousands of years ago..." The old man recalled for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "Because the old man remembers, the thousand-year-old flower in the tomb opened three times and thanked three times..."

"That should be 7,200 years ago." Lin Fei knew that the Chitose flower bloomed for 1,200 years, and then withered for another 1,200 years. Between the first and the first, it was 2,400 years.

and many more……

Thinking of this, Lin Fei suddenly moved.

7,200 years ago.

Wouldn't it be the time when the three major schools entered the Wuhai?

The young monk the old man said...

Could it be a patriarch of the three major schools?

When Lin Fei was thinking about this, the old man said slowly: "At that time, the young monk walked into the mausoleum. When the old man saw that he was talented, he moved his thoughts of love and talked for a long time. The feeling of meeting and hating the night, when the young monk was leaving, the old man gave him a cold sword, but he did not expect that after the young monk got the cold sword, he cut the green lantern and the sarcophagus with one sword..."

"Wait..." Lin Fei suddenly felt shocked when he heard this: "You said, Han Xiaojian?"

"Yes, before the enlightenment in the past years, the old man once crossed the sea of ​​ice floes and got a nine-yin cold iron deep in the ocean, looking for a world-famous master and casting it into a cold sword..."

"No..." Lin Fei frowned, "This cold sword is not a treasure of the town school that can only be used by the palm masters...

"Lishan Jianpai, Lishan Jianpai..." The old man suddenly heard a bitter smile when he heard this: "It turns out that this young monk came from Lishan Jianpai..."

"By the way, did the young monk you said have any characteristics?"

"Yes!" The old man thought without hesitation: "Youth white hair!"

"..." Lin Fei stayed for a while, and I leaned back, live in the air?

It is said that among the ancestors of the Lishanjian School, Yinfeng Fengren is the most wonderful and gorgeous. It is the real reincarnation of the sword immortal. The boy has white hair and talent. He became a man in his twenties and became a mountain when he was thirty-five. The Sword School took charge of the teachings, and afterwards, it even stood out from the public. It led the Lishan Sword School into the Wuhai, chopped through thorns, and forged ahead. This was the glory of the Shanjian School for nearly ten thousand years...

That's right...

It was this young boy with white hair and a real voice that led the Lishanjian faction into the Wuhai...

Moreover, the entire northern border knows that when Yinfeng lived in Wuhai, he got a cold sword...

Is it...

This cold sword is really a gift from the old man who gave the Yinfeng real person?

Really, Yinfeng got the Hanzha sword, and what did the sword cut the sarcophagus from the green lamp?

"Hehe..." The old man glanced at Lin Fei, who was horrified, instead of entangled in the sword, but continued to say: "That sword cut the sarcophagus and the green light, it is equal to yes After hurting the true spirits of the three real dragons, from then on, the evil creature could no longer be suppressed. Overnight, Wu Hai's spirits were covered with charcoal, and monsters and ghosts were all in madness..."

"Then..."

"Later, the old man couldn't bear to see the spirits coated with charcoal, so he used a ray of remnant soul to seduce the true spirits of the three real dragons, urged the green lantern, and suppressed the evil thing back into the sarcophagus, and was afraid that such a young monk would not know the depth. After releasing the evil thing, the sarcophagus was sunk into the depths of the Wuhai Sea with the last force, but I did not expect that everything would be repeated again in the past ten thousand years..."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly sighed: "Only this time, the old man is no longer able to suppress the evil thing. I'm afraid that it won't take long before he will let it rush out of the sarcophagus and let the sea of ​​witchcraft become charred again..."

"Really..." Lin Fei nodded when he heard this. The true dragon and the real spirit are like Taiyi Jingjin. They are the most holy things in this world, and they are dedicated to breaking all demons. The old man is only a ray of remnant soul. However, it is a fluke to forcefully sway the true dragons and spirits, and not to be soulless, how can there be strength to come again?

While Lin Fei was disappointed, the old man suddenly said, "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless, there is a top sword-making master who has forged a sword for me to break the bond between me and the evil thing. From then on, evil thoughts return to evil thoughts, and remnant souls return to remnant souls. Oblivion, the evil will naturally become a passive water and a rootless tree, and there is no such tyrannical force now..."

"Oh?"

When Lin Fei heard this, there was no reason why he didn’t understand it. No wonder the old man opened his mouth and said that it was useful for himself. It turned out that he was fancy with his sword-making skills...

As for why the old man knows that he is proficient in sword casting...

It's not hard to guess...

After all, the old man was transformed by a remnant of the soul of the leader of the Eastern Pagan Church. Although he was trapped in this mausoleum for thousands of years, he really wants to talk about the supernatural powers, I am afraid that it is not inferior to the evil things outside, or even Not necessarily after...

In this world, this old world was transformed into the bone-burdening place of the **** leader of the Eastern Pole. The old man is in this world, and anything that happens outside, I’m afraid I can’t hide the eyes and ears of the old man...

It's just that this sword of the most yin is cast by itself or not?

Lin Fei sat there for a long time without saying a word, saying yes or saying no, but staring at the old man with a pair of eyes, as if judging whether the old man said is true or false...

The old man didn't urge him, he just smiled and looked at Lin Fei...

In this way, Lin Fei sighed softly after almost a joss stick: "Because it is a sword, let's get the material..."

"Hehe..." It seems to have long been known that Lin Fei would agree. After hearing this sentence, the old man's expression time did not fluctuate at all, and he only pointed to the distant lake water: "The vast lake water is all sullen, After thousands of years of precipitation, it has already approached the congenital, and there are hundreds of spirits in the tomb. Which one do you want to use?"

After talking, the old man sipped lightly.

Suddenly, the lake was suddenly rough and rough, like a storm rolling up, and turned into a soaring tornado. At first, it was only a few feet thick, but as the old man reached out his finger, the tornado grew bigger and bigger, and finally the lake was a sink. , Turned into a black dragon...

"Come here!" The old man waved, and the black dragon immediately flew over and landed on the old man's hand, turning into a black gas three feet long, like a poisonous snake, twisting gently in the old man's hand: "Millions here The yin qi precipitated in years is enough to cast a sword of yin..."