Uh-huh!
In the backyard of the ancient temple, a white light broke through the sky.
When it descends in the courtyard, it is like the full moon in the sky, bright and flawless.
Moon cover bow!
Su Zimo reached out to take it and stroked it gently.
On the bow body, the sixth innate spiritual pattern that was not fully formed is already extremely clear!
Innate spiritual weapon!
At the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley, the Moon-covering Bow finally became an innate spiritual weapon after fifteen years of absorbing the essence of the sun and moon!
Su Zimo looked calm and put the Moon Covering Bow into the storage bag.
"Take the knife!"
A voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.
Before he finished speaking, there were bursts of fighting sounds from the backyard, trembling and contending, resounding throughout the world, filled with a chilling air, and the temperature of the entire ancient temple dropped sharply!
The blood-tempered sword is born!
A ray of blood rose into the sky, suspended in mid-air, and six spiritual patterns flashed with dazzling brilliance.
The weirdest thing is that the sixth spiritual pattern is actually blood red!
This innate spiritual pattern dyed the light around the blood-tempered sword red.
The blade exudes a strong smell of blood, which makes people tremble!
As expected by the red-haired ghost, the blood-tempered knife was buried in the cemetery behind it, soaked in the blood of many peerless experts from thousands of years ago, and indeed underwent an astonishing transformation!
Apart from the edge of the innate spiritual weapon itself, the blood-tempered sword is extremely ferocious!
The bloody light and bloody smell emanating from the blade can even affect the monk's mind!
The little fox didn't have enough cultivation. He just glanced at it and felt a chill to his bones. It seemed like a dark hell appeared in front of him, with bones everywhere and blood flowing everywhere!
The little fox shuddered and quickly closed his eyes.
Mingzhen also changed his color slightly, chanting the Buddha's name softly to calm his mind.
Woohoo!
The blood-tempered sword suddenly galloped towards Su Zimo, full of murderous intent, extremely fast, and made a heart-stopping sound in mid-air!
The red-haired ghost said this more than ten years ago.
Once the blood-tempered sword is promoted to an innate spiritual weapon, it will definitely be a very dangerous thing!
The murder weapon is usually the murder of the owner.
The greater the power, the harder it is to surrender!
However, Su Zimo remained motionless, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep, and he just looked at the blood-tempered knife that came through the air quietly, his eyes calm.
He seemed to have no intention of taking action.
But for some reason, the closer the Blood Tempered Sword was to Su Zimo, the slower it became, as if it was stuck in a quagmire!
Mingzhen and Little Fox both widened their eyes.
Seeing that the blade of the sword was less than an inch away from Su Zimo's eyebrows!
Its sharp edge almost touched Su Zimo's skin.
But Su Zimo didn't move at all!
There was not even a trace of ripples in his eyes!
Looking at these eyes that were as calm as ancient wells, Mingzhen suddenly felt a hint of chill and fear!
At the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley, Su Zimo, who had been dormant for twenty years, was like a sleeping volcano.
With the news that a loved one is critically ill, the volcano has woken up.
Although it is calm now, if anyone touches him, this volcano will burst out with magma that will destroy the world, annihilate all living things, and burn everything!
"Um?"
Mingzhen let out a light sigh.
The blood-tempered knife was actually trembling.
This fierce thing seemed to feel something.
It's afraid!
Its nature is bloodthirsty and killing.
If it can kill its master and drink its blood, it will become stronger!
But now, it faintly felt that if it were stabbed this time, the seemingly handsome man in front of it would definitely destroy it with its own hands!
It didn't dare to move.
There was a brief silence.
The tip of the blood-tempered knife slowly dropped, and the entire blade hung in front of Su Zimo's eyes, the edge exposed, and the handle of the knife was facing Su Zimo, within reach.
Gave in!
This ferocious creature has just been born and has already been conquered!
From beginning to end, Su Zimo didn't move or blink an eyelid!
Su Zimo took the blood-tempered knife and put it in his storage bag.
Counting the Coiling Dragon Seal, the Black Gold Arrow, the Moon-covering Bow, and the Blood-Tempered Sword, he already has four innate spiritual weapons!
Seeing Su Zimo's intention to leave, the little fox moved and wanted to follow him.
"Wait for me here."
Su Zimo glanced at the little fox, said lightly, and before his voice fell, he had already opened the door and left.
The little fox's eyes dimmed and he looked lost.
Mingzhen said softly: "Little fox, don't worry, since my junior brother said so, he will definitely come back!"
The little fox nodded, but there was still deep worry in his eyes.
…
In the main hall.
The old monk looked at the four lines of writing on the wall and remained silent for a long time.
"It's rare, it's really rare."
After a long time, the old monk let out a long breath and said with emotion: "The woman in red robe was originally a being who looked down on the world. It is common sense that she could leave such majestic and arrogant two lines."
"What's rare is that this boy, who is cultivated in the Golden Core realm, is not weak at all in his two lines of words!"
The red-haired ghost also praised: "Once the dust is gone, the light shines through thousands of flowers in the mountains and rivers. It really swallows up the mountains and rivers and looks down on the world! Many years later, if your ruined temple is still there, these four lines will definitely become a good story. A legend.”
The old monk nodded and sighed: "You and I are fortunate to be witnesses."
The red-haired ghost suddenly laughed strangely and said: "Now that's good, the ancient battlefield will soon begin. More than ten years ago, the descendant of the Hunyuan Sect, the boy who is known as the invincible Golden Core Realm has an opponent!"
"Hard to say."
The old monk shook his head and said: "Do you think that Emperor Yin came here and left without gaining anything?"
"In addition, a hundred years ago, Emperor Yin was number one on the list of visions. No one knows how far he has grown now. The Human Emperor's sea of chaos cannot be underestimated. This person is very scary!"
The old monk spoke highly of Emperor Yin!
The red-haired ghost said: "No matter what, if two people are born in the same era, they will be lifelong enemies! Unless one of them falls or is willing to bow his head first."
"Those are all things for later, we have to wait until the ancient battlefield opens." The old monk said.
After a while, the red-haired ghost suddenly laughed with gloating and said: "This child has been dormant at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for twenty years. Now that he has heard the news that his relatives are critically ill and has been reborn, he must be holding back a fire in his heart!"
"Who doesn't open his eyes? He really offended him... Hehe!"
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and said softly: "I still hope everything goes well. After he cuts off his worldly ties, he will come back and do less killing."
"Hmph, the trees want to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop!"
The red-haired ghost stood up with a roar, and the chains on his body shook and made a clanking sound.
"He will not take the initiative to provoke others, but twenty years are enough to dilute many things. I think many monks in the Northern Territory have forgotten him!"
The red-haired ghost looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, saying loudly: "This is the best. Cultivators in the Northern Territory, tremble! The eternal evildoer who was besieged by you, bullied by you, and beaten into the Dragon Burial Valley by you back then is back! Hahahahaha !”