Ye Ziheng takes Zihan rain to wanjianbi, where it has become a Flaming Mountain. Ye Ziheng glances at the sky and sees Laobai's position.

He flew to Laobai's side. When he flew his sword, he saw Lao Bai sitting there quietly, without any action for his arrival.

Ye Ziheng slowly walked in the past, and when he came to his back, Lao Bai slowly opened his mouth.

"Here you are."

Ye Ziheng nodded. He wanted to say something, but as soon as his mouth opened, he couldn't help closing it. Finally, after thinking for a long time, he decided to open his mouth.

"Seven Star swordsman he..."

"Cast your sword with your body."

Ye Ziheng's words have not finished asking, the old white then opened his mouth and said, with a trace of desolation and helplessness in his tone.

After hearing the answer, ye Ziheng's face did not show a surprised expression, very calm, as if he had known for a long time that all this would happen.

At this time, Lao Bai spoke again.

"He said that his greatest wish in his life was to defeat the devil, but he told me that with his strength and talent, even if he had been working hard for 10000 years, he could not defeat him. But he believes that someone can help. He said it was you

Said this, the old white turned to look at ye Ziheng, his eyes have been red, tears in the orbit of the non-stop rotation. But he wiped his tears and then said.

"He said he couldn't kill the Lord himself, but he could be involved. Shenjian congeals, needs to have the formidable strength to carry on the suppression, unifies their strength, and obviously, he is the perfect candidate

Old white sighed, did not speak, silent for a long time, finally slowly turned to look at ye Ziheng.

"You can't let him down."

Old white said, eyes tightly staring at ye Ziheng, ye Ziheng showed a smile, nodded.

"I won't let him down."

Say, move forward.

In front of Ye Ziheng, there is a bulge, which is full of hot magma, just like an active volcano.

"Let the blood drop in, and the blood will recognize the Lord."

Ye Ziheng nodded and gently scratched his index finger with the fingernail of his thumb. Then there was a crack in his finger, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out of his hand.

The drop of blood slowly fell, ye Ziheng's eyes tightly staring at the drop of blood. He seemed to see on the surface of the drop of blood what had happened here.

After defending the sword for two years, I used a thought chop for five years, and broke three thousand swords together with him. Finally, it took a year to realize Taoism

"Pooh ~"

a drop of Ye Ziheng's blood fell into the magma and made a very subtle sound. Then, the whole earth began to shake, and the magma began to rise, but ye Ziheng stood there without any intention of dodging.

After a while, when the magma was about to gush out, it stopped, and he stopped a few centimeters away from the cave entrance. Then, a small protruding point appeared, and then the handle of a long sword slowly appeared. In a short time, the whole sword was sent up by magma.

Ye Ziheng looked at the sword in front of him and thought for a long time, but at last he held out his hand to hold the handle of the sword and drew it out.

He looked at the sword in his hand, every detail, every pattern. He didn't know how to describe the sword in his hand, and there were no words to describe it.

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