Putting aside all distracting thoughts, Luo Xingchen resolutely decided that within three years, he would make a good breakthrough in this Blade Continent. Instead of relying on the great annihilation technique, he had to rely on his own strength to make a name.
On the first day, Luo Xingchen entered the sword hall and began to read the dazzling array of sword books.
The knife spectrum of the sword palace is also divided into many levels.
There are entry-level, spirit-level, earth-level, and incomplete heaven-level magic decisions.
Luo Xingchen's gaze swept away one by one, and the spirit level Fa Jue couldn't attract him.
There are dozens of prefecture-level knife books.
The mad dragon knife spectrum, the sword slashes the mad dragon, and all the seas and wastes, all come to worship.
Star breaking knife spectrum, breaking meteorites, all souls are destroyed with a single knife!
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There is also a handle that is regarded as a taboo, and no one can pull out the sword. The lowest is the level of the true spirit treasure, the higher one has the king weapon, and even the half-step sacred weapon!
The ghost cuts the knife, the body is like a phantom, the knife is like a ghost.
Bloodthirsty knife, neither killing nor madness, nor blood and joy.
Looking at the black and red, two sharp knives, Luo Xingchen couldn't help but shudder, a little horrified, shuddering.
The ink wheel knife, the black line is like ink, cut off the red gold, kill without leaving a mark, nine or nine return to one, the inscription is sublimated, and the knife can be promoted!
Luo Xingchen's gaze was fixed on this ink wheel knife.
This is a dark knife covered in dust, all covered with spider webs.
It seems to have been attached with a seal, which reads: Cut Nether, Crack Yellow Spring, Punish Six Ways, But God Punishes It.
"Hi... What an amazing origin!"
With just this sentence, Luo Xingchen could feel that this knife had an extraordinary origin.
However, he carefully inspected the luster and agility of the knife and found that it was only the level of a psychic treasure.
why is that
Is it just a cover because it has such a big history
Luo Xingchen was still very curious. After gritting his teeth, he decided that in the next three years, in addition to cultivating sword intent, he would use this sword as a weapon in the sword path.
Luo Xingchen's hand stretched toward the embroidered knife with the seal—
"Sand, sand..."
A cold wind blew on this dusty weapon rack.
A shuddering voice, just behind Luo Xingchen, suddenly sounded like a ghost.
"Child, do you want to stay away? Don't regret it!"
"hiss!"
Luo Xingchen was horrified, and suddenly turned his head, only to see a ghost floating in front of him!
The appearance of nothingness, the transparent body, is very similar to the one he had seen Jian Cangfeng back then!
Luo Xingchen's body was stiff, and from this remnant soul, he felt a trace of coolness.
This is an old woman who is squatting, with gray hair, hollow eyes, and her eye sockets are deeply sunken in.
Luo Xingchen could perceive the aura of this old woman, she must have been an extraordinary powerhouse before she was alive!
"Senior..."
Luo Xingchen calmed down and stared at the old woman with a trace of reverence.
"Who are you?"
Luo Xingchen had the courage to ask questions.
He feels very strange, because this is the Palace of Swords, and the Palace of Swords is an important place for the Palace of Infinite Swords. There is even the soul of the strong, which can retain the soul in the world, not to mention the Lingyuan realm. To.
"Haha..." I saw the old woman, smiled indifferently, lowered her head, and stared at something.
"My name is... Bai... Wugua? No, that's my husband, I should be called Wanhuaying."
"Bai Wuque?" Luo Xingchen sullen his face, concentrating on how this name is exactly the same as the name of Wuque Dao Temple.
He dared to conclude that this must have something to do with the origin of Wuque Dao Temple.
Luo Xingchen smiled and bowed very reverently: "Senior, you have nothing to do with Wuque Sword Hall?"
After listening, the old woman became a little melancholy, closed her eyes and trembling, as if she was thinking of the sad past.
"Hey... It's been a long time, I almost forgot, it turns out that the forces created by the husband are still there!"
A word came out of the old woman's mouth, and Luo Xingchen suddenly realized.
It turned out that this was the wife of the founder of Wuque Daodian.
Luo Xingchen stood upright with a respectful attitude, his expression calm.
"Senior, don't you remember the past? What's the matter with those ink wheel knives? Why do you say, I chose it, I will regret it?"
The old woman raised her head, her gloomy eyes looked up and down Luo Xingchen, and nodded in exclamation: "Well, young man, you seem to have cultivated the acquired god body, and your bones have become different from ordinary people. Your physique is strong enough."
Luo Xingchen's heart was shocked. This old lady, with good eyesight, could see his innermost being at a glance before he had activated the Great Zhou Tian Divine Body.
Luo Xingchen exclaimed: "Senior, you and Senior Bai Wuque, presumably both are superpowers! The junior thank you for guarding the Palace of Wuque Swords. If it weren't for your husband and wife, it wouldn't be so prosperous."
Hearing this, the old woman shook her head as if she laughed at herself: "Oh, what the strongest, I have a ten-kilosis realm, and there are a lot of them in the super plane, and I am not too powerful."
Luo Xingchen was even more amazed, and bowed again: "The Ten Tribulations Realm is already enough to make people look up!"
The old woman looked at him, her face finally no longer cold, replaced by a kind smile: "You young man, you can talk."
Luo Xingchen wanted to get to the bottom and find out.
"Senior, can you give some pointers to the past? It will also let the younger generation know about the glory of the Palace of Incomplete Blades."
The old woman smiled and said, "Okay, then I will grind my lips, just a few words."
She raised her head, and for an instant, a radiance was released from the hollow eyes.
She began, whispering: "Ten thousand years ago, my husband just founded Wuque Daodian, named after him. He loves knives, and he hopes that his knife way will be perfect.
However, at that time, it hadn't been stable for hundreds of years, a group of minions of the Nether Clan stretched out their big dark hands to Blade Continent.
At that time, when Blade Continent was brilliant, there were dozens of Heaven and Human Realms, and my husband and I were two of them.
The territory here is vast and can be regarded as a pseudo-high-level plane.
The Nether tribe is eager to expand their territory, they enter the Daofeng Continent, and they begin to rampage and slaughter the human tribe.
My husband and I played together. We fought for hundreds of days, together with other heaven and human realms, and finally tried our best to repel the Nether Race!
Originally, I thought that everything could be calm.
It's a pity that God deliberately tricked him. After the war ended, my husband was avenged by the eighth-level elders of the Nether Clan. He was attacked by a dozen eighth-level Nether Clan. He killed all the invaders and was seriously injured and dying before his death. , I asked me to protect Blade Continent, and to carry forward the Palace of Infinite Blades.
However, my resentment was too deep. I hated those Nether tribes. I violated his wishes and did not stay in Blade's Edge. Instead, I went to various planes occupied by the Nether tribe and started a tug-of-war with them.
The ink wheel knife in my hand was given to me by my husband.
At the peak, I took it to kill countless tenth-level ghost races.
I have confronted the Nether Clan for thousands of years, and I have advanced from the Heaven and Human Realm to the Ten Tribulations Realm!
Finally, in the strongest tenth calamity, my love was unbreakable, and I was hit hard by the thunder robbery, and all the credits were ruined in one go.
I have never set foot in the domain of the master.
My knife is connected to my life, and when I die, it also loses its brilliance.
I resented deeply, leaving behind a ghost forever, guarding it, taking it, returning to Blade's Edge Continent with consciousness, and placing it in this dark corner.
What I hate most in my life is the Nether Clan. The resentment is too deep, even I can't control it.
Since then, some disciples will often try to use the ink wheel knife. They are quickly eroded by my grievances, just thinking about fighting the Nether race, and then one by one, they become crazy and die!
Every time I die, my ghost is fluttering, always bringing it back, and still putting it here.
In fact, I have a selfish mind. I hope that one day, I can see the younger generations of the Immaculate Sword Palace, who can truly inflict heavy damage on the Nether Race and make them regret it.
In this way, my husband has nothing to lose, and it is time to stare in the sky.
And the ink wheel knife is my eye, it can take my soul and witness everything. "
The old woman, Wanhuaying, just like this, narrated the past completely.
A layer of blood and anger surged in Luo Xingchen's heart.
It's an alien again!
The evil race, just destroyed the Blue Wind Continent!
The Nether Race has invaded the Central Abyss Continent!
Although the human race is strong in the spirit world where the weak and the predators are strong, they have ghosts, are not united, and are torn apart!
Just like Zhongyuan Continent, as a big super plane, asking for help from all directions, no one was willing to help them!
This is fate!
People's hearts are unpredictable.
Luo Xingchen was thinking, if one day, the human race can be completely united, then like the evil race, the nether race, these young people, will there still be a chance to come out presumptuous
Wanhuaying's soul stared at Luo Xingchen like this, wanting to see how he would react when he knew the answer.
But no matter how strong Wanhuaying was, she could never imagine that Luo Xingchen's vision would not stop causing heavy damage to the Nether Race.
He couldn't wait to unify the spirit world so that there would be no evil spirits in the world.
The evil race, the nether race, and the ghost race are all dark races. A group of insidious, cunning, unscrupulous, like to make all the planes smoky, a dark guy!
These races are the sand in Luo Xingchen's eyes, and they can't tolerate it.
"Young man, in front of you, there are already dozens of ignorant and fearless young people who want to hold my ink wheel. Their fate is very miserable. Do you want to be the next? I advise you to let it go!"
Luo Xingchen shook his head firmly, and said solemnly: "Senior, don't say much, I don't need the ink wheel knife, but you can't think of my ambition.
I want to uphold your will, but what I want to do is not only to severely damage the Nether Race, I want to destroy it, let the evil race destroy, let the Yingui family destroy, and let the dark races of the Roe-head Rats be destroyed!
Therefore, the ink wheel knife is of great significance to me, and I am now determined to take it. "
The old woman Wanhuaying trembled all over, and was stunned by Luo Xingchen's gaze.
She could see that Luo Xingchen didn't just start to have this idea today, and that this idea is not a day or two.
Back then, she had killed the domain master in the Ten Tribulations Realm, and didn't dare to say anything, and was able to destroy the Nether Clan.
Ke Luo Xingchen, at a young age, has this kind of revenge, this heart is really terrifying!
Wan Huaying sighed leisurely: "Oh... Good boy, although your ambition is good, it may not be realized! You have this kind of ambition, it is worthy of praise, you still don't choose the ink wheel, I am afraid you will control it. Can't live."
Luo Xingchen grinned and smiled lightly.
He no longer listened to Wanhuaying's words at all, and his hand moved towards the ink wheel knife again, touching...