Xu Liguo was blank, his eyes rolled. Cautiously said: "That... Senior, ancient sword intent, what is it?"
Zhou Yi smiled slightly, and said, "You know it when you feel it!"
With that, he grabbed with his right hand, and Xu Liguo was immediately caught by him in the void, and a sharp light shot out of his lost eyes this week, instantly falling into Xu Liguo's eyes.
Xu Liguo's body trembled, with confusion in his eyes. He clearly felt that at this moment, there were countless miscellaneous information directly poured into his body from nothingness. He even had a kind of when he had not become a demon in the past, but was a monk in the Yuan Ying period. , The feeling of Yuanying leaving the body.
He gradually got lost in it.
Zhou Yi let go, the light in his eyes dissipated, and his expression was a little tired. To him, passing his own inheritance to others so directly was a kind of spiritual harm to him, but he didn't care about it, Wang Lin could do it without fear. If you come to rescue yourself from danger, then you can do it without caring about the difficulty of inheritance, and become the sword spirit of Wang Lin.
"Wang Lin, your sword spirit is born with bones. You have to be careful in the future, but you don't have to take it too seriously. When I passed on to him, I already left a hint of imprint. If he betrays you in the future, the inheritance will Will go back!"
Wang Lin looked at Zhou Yi. The exhaustion on the opponent's face made Wang Lin sigh deeply. He clasped his fists and said softly, "Senior, thank you!"
Zhou Yi's way of acting was decisive with firmness, and he insisted on sending that Sun Tai to Wang Lin as his servant, which is evident from this.
Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "As long as Ting'er can wake up, this inheritance is useless... Wang Lin, I only ask you one thing, help me find Ting'er's father!"
Wang Lin was silent for a long time, then nodded.
A smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face. With a grab with his right hand, the fairy sword that Xu Liguo had placed before flew into Zhou Yi's hands. He took the sword, took a deep breath, and slapped it suddenly!
Under this shot, the fairy sword immediately hummed violently, and a strange aura emitted from the sword, dissipating in the surroundings... Zhou Yi's face was extremely pale, and his body gradually became illusory. After a while, he recovered.
"Senior Zhou Yi, you..."
Wang Lin lost his voice, he didn't expect that this week, it would be so!
"From then on, there will be only three rain fairy swords! As for this sword, it belongs to you, neither the sword spirit before nor the rain sword spirit after me have the right to control this sword!"
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he threw the fairy sword at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin caught it with gratitude in his eyes. Zhou Yi's behavior can be said to be a great gift! There are four rain fairy swords. Even if they are snatched by someone, as long as Zhou Yi is there, then this sword will only be temporarily controlled by anyone who snatches it. Once it encounters Zhou Yi, he will immediately turn his back!
Even if Zhou Yi is gone, if one day, the female corpse in white awakens, she can also create the sword spirit of the rain fairy sword again, continue to accept the inheritance of the so-called ancient sword intent, and still be able to control the four rain fairy swords!
It can be said that these four rain fairy swords, for generations to come, under countless reincarnations, all belong to sword spirits, and belong to the white-clothed female corpse!
But at this moment, everything has changed. In that shot, Zhou Yi, as the sword spirit, as the inheritor of the ancient sword intent, took away the imprint of countless reincarnations on the fairy sword.
As a sword spirit of this generation, he is like an emperor among mortals, taking over his own territory. A copy was directly divided and given to Wang Lin permanently.
From then on, even if the female corpse in white awakened, even if a new rain sword spirit appeared, he couldn't control this fairy sword, because this generation of sword spirit Zhou lost, comparable to the imperial edict of a mortal emperor!
In addition, Zhou Yi brought Xu Liguo to realize the inheritance of ancient sword intent, which is tantamount to opening a door for Xu Liguo, a door to the supreme sword spirit!
With the cooperation of the two great gifts, it is equivalent to giving Wang Lin a chance!
A chance to have a fairy sword that can't be wiped out even with countless reincarnations like a corpse of a woman in white clothes!
From then on, this fairy sword belonged to Wang Lin alone, even Xu Liguo was only this fairy sword, the first generation of sword spirit!
This opportunity, in the fairy world, can only be possessed if it reaches the level of the fairy king!
Zhou Yi sighed lightly, his body turned into nothingness and merged into the fairy sword.
"The bottom of the abyss. I can feel the breath of the rain sword spirit of the previous generation. This is the third gift I give you. Let's go!"
The Immortal Sword that Zhou Yi merged into, went straight to the abyss in a flash.
Wang Lin took Xu Liguo, who was in the confusion of inheritance, into the fairy sword, followed Zhou Yi, and flew straight to the bottom of the abyss.
"The breath of the rain sword spirit of the previous generation? Could it be... Could it be that the huge wealth failed!"
Wang Lin's heart moved.
Zhou Yi was in front of him, all the way with sword energy, all obstacles in the way he evaded, and he came directly to the bottom of the tide abyss. Here, is a huge corridor, and in the middle is a dark pit. It is deep and secluded, even if it is divine consciousness, it is impossible to see the bottom.
A faint suction force came from the huge deep pit. Although it was very light, it existed all the time.
Both feet stepped on the path that bordered the rock wall on the edge of the pit, and small grains of soil were sucked by the suction of the pit on the edge and fell into the pit.
Wang Lin took a deep breath. He looked at the pit, and with his mind, he almost immediately guessed that the tide in the East China Sea was caused by the eruption of this seemingly boundless and huge pit.
In Wang Lin’s mind, he seemed to have seen the picture of this deep pit erupting every 5000 years. Every eruption would have unimaginable suction power. Following a strange passage, this suction power was displayed in the outer starry sky, thus showing countless The thing, sucked from life.
The singularity of creation made Wang Lin feel his own insignificance at this moment, what kind of magical powers, can resist the suction power once in 5000 years... What kind of magical powers can achieve such magnificence.
"Even if it is Tian Yunzi, he can't do it... I don't know if Tian Yunzi who stepped into the third step of the cultivation way can..."
Wang Lin exhaled deeply, looked at the pit, and was silent.
Wang Lin didn't know or guess where this pit led to. He only knew that if he fell in, he wanted to come out. It's simply impossible!
"This deep pit is weird, don't check it for a long time!"
Zhou Yi's voice came from the fairy sword in front.
Wang Lin retracted his gaze, but at the moment his gaze retracted, he suddenly heard a faint voice in his ear.
"Go down..."
This voice didn't come from the deep pit, but... from Wang Lin's storage bag!
Not Yao Xixue!