"The sword of death?"
Xiao Zi listened calmly, but the corner of her mouth was curved:
"You might as well speak carefully and listen."
Jun Buran was not surprised by his answer, but gave him a deep look.
Immediately, the tone was light:
"The root cause of your injury lies in the flaws in the fate of life caused by the frozen soul technique. Although the fate of others was safe and sound in the first twenty years, the day when the emperor Qianxie's fate returns is the time when your life is exhausted. The ascendant formations have given you some lifespan for others, and you have only survived to this day."
Xiao Zi looked down, he knew all these things: "Why don't you just say the main point."
Jun Buran said lazily: "What's the hurry? You write an IOU first."
Xiao Zi: "???"
Halfway through, what IOU is written
If you don't touch your fingertips, a piece of ink will appear in the space.
He threw the calligraphy to Xiao Zi: "Here, drop a drop of blood from your fingertips under here, press a stamp, and you won't be allowed to go wrong in the future."
Xiao Zi stared at him, feeling that this piece of paper is not extraordinary paper, and the ink is not ordinary ink. The spirit power flows between the lines, and there is a kind of contractual power faintly.
"Is this paper... a Horcrux?"
Jun Buran waved his hand: "In your world, it's called a Horcrux."
Obviously, what he meant was that this thing had other names in the world where he was originally.
Xiao Zi looked at the calligraphy paper again, and saw that the content written on it was as follows:
-Xiao Zi owes the grace of not having a life, and is willing to refine the holy medicine to repay him. The number is not counted, and he will not take a penny throughout his life.
"..."
Xiao Zi was speechless again.
"Fingertip blood." Jun Buran urged.
Xiao Zitan asked: "What I promised will definitely be done. Is it necessary?"
"necessary."
"… Ok."
Reluctantly, Xiao Zi was concerned about the war from the outside world, so he didn't ask more, cut his fingertips directly, and dripped blood on the paper.
In a short time, I only felt that there was a divine sense that was integrated into his mind!
At the same time, the piece of paper disappeared.
"Well, now I can rest assured."
Jun Buran hooked his lips and smiled:
"The sword of death is the sword of time. It is different from ordinary swords. It has a mysterious and erratic track. The world is vast. Although there is the existence of time and soul power, no one can truly control time. On the contrary-time, But it can control the world."
"So..." The expression on Xiao Zi's face did not change much: "Will I be controlled by this sword?"
"Almost." Jun Buran explained: "Let's talk about the benefits first-the sword of death cannot be contracted, so it will not recognize anyone as the master. But it will make deals with the world."
Xiao Zi nodded slightly: "Continue."
Jun Buran said again:
"The sword of death can give you longer life, which is the so-called longevity. Even, it will keep your state at the peak time. In this way, your injuries will disappear, even in You will not grow old in the next few decades."
"So, what's the price," he asked calmly.
Jun Buran held his cheeks, his eyes seemed to be guessing:
"Time is precious to the world
, Not to be extravagant. The sword of death can go against the time. It's a pity that there are laws in heaven, and exchanges need to be equal-time gives you extra gifts, and it will take away things in your life that are close to its value. And human beings, the most precious thing in life, there is only one thing, therefore, the sword of death can only be used once per person. "
"It can only be used... once," Xiao Zi murmured.
Jun Buran nodded, the speculation in his eyes increased:
"What do you think is your most precious thing that will be taken away by the power of time?"
Xiao Zi didn't flinch in his eyes, revealing a touch of deep thought.
"I don't know." Xiao Zi replied.
Do you trade with time
The most precious thing that came to him in his mind was naturally... innocence.
It's just that Wu Xie has never belonged to him, how can it be taken away
Jun Buran smiled lightly and said meaningfully:
"Well, when you swing your sword, you'll know."
As he said, he paused slightly and tapped his fingertips on the stone case:
"Although I don't know what the power of time will take away from you, but just in case, he used the deed paper to condense a divine sense with your blood mark on it. You will not be able to rely on it in the future."
"I still have a question." Xiao Zi frowned: "The sword of death can only be used once, then, how to break the Immortal Formation? There is also the Wuxie side. I heard that it takes nine swords to fight and capture the soul. The sword is the best choice to kill the soul. Now, if the power of time is used on me, wouldn’t it be harmful to innocence?"
Jun Buran asked with interest:
"You are dead, so you only think about whether it is beneficial to Feng Wuxie?"
Xiao Zi: "... Otherwise?"
Jun Buran smiled:
"Don't worry-when you hold the sword, the Sword of Death will give you time, and when you swing the sword, it will ask for the price of exchange. So, you hold the sword, go to her, and then do it for her. Swing a sword, you can kill two birds with one stone. As for ascending the immortal formation... I will figure out a solution."
Xiao Zi nodded slightly, that's fine.
"Where is the sword of death?"
Jun Buran folded his hands together, the Taoyuan realm slowly disappeared, and Jun Buran's figure gradually blurred, just as mysterious as he was when he came.
Only the remaining sound resounded in Xiao Zi's ears:
"The Sword of Death is waiting for you outside. This monarch has opened a door to the spatial mirror domain for you. Cross this door, and you can be directly teleported to her—hold the sword and protect you. The person."
…
…
The words are divided into two ends.
Emperor Spirit Continent, in the battlefield of the End of the World.
Na Hun had already locked his gaze on Feng Wuxie's body.
There was no sign of his shot, but it didn't hide it in the slightest.
The torrent of dark evil forces was so fast that it reached Feng Wuxie's position in an instant!
The crisis was approaching, but Feng Wuxie's face was calm.
She pointed her hands together, and drew two semicircles on her side, and the four-handed sword moved along with it.
The two elders of the Sacred Gate felt that their true god had already taken action, and they were about to quickly step aside.
Unexpectedly, following Feng Wuxie’s movements, a powerful force of adsorption would be transmitted from the vortex formed by the four swords, abruptly turning their movements.
Slow down for a while!
Feng Wuxie... Want to use them as a shield
The two holy gate elders watched with horror at the torrent of evil forces that had already forced them into front of them.
"No! God is forgiven!" the two of them exclaimed.
Obviously, the soul has no intention of empathizing with his believers, and he has not stopped.
The evil force torrent engulfed the figures of the two holy gate elders, and then cast their momentum to the ground below!
Feng Wuxie smashed two enemies casually, already letting this attack pass.
She stabilized her figure in the air.
"Why, don't you plan to continue to be a spectator?" Feng Wuxie looked at Na Hun coldly, with a mocking tone.
"The god just doesn't want to waste time anymore." Na Hun briefly stated a fact.
Feng Wuxie stretched out his hand and held the Jianyu sword: "If that's the case, then what are you waiting for?"
As she talked, the killing intent on her body became more fierce!
At this time, the torrent of evil power just now has gradually dissipated, revealing two embarrassed and severely wounded figures.
It is the two elders of the Holy Gate!
After all, they were the strong men of Huang Shen Jing, so they didn't die under the attack of Nahun.
The elder spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Nahun with horror in his eyes.
The true god I believe in suddenly makes a move. Is it dissatisfaction with me
"Ahem... true... true god, please give me some more time, and I will definitely kill Feng Wuxie!" The elder hurriedly lowered his head and begged.
Na Hun looked at him, and said without emotion: "Trash."
The two holy door elders lowered their heads and dared not reply.
"Little girl, your folly will only make these mortals die more painful." Na Hun looked at Feng Wuxie coldly.
In the next moment, the black flames of evil power rose up from him!
Dark red lines appeared on the ground of the Heaven's End Mountain Range!
Feng Wuxie was shocked, his figure flickered, and the four swords merged towards the soul!
No matter what this ancient evil god wants to do, it is definitely not a good thing, just stop it!
However, as soon as she moved, an evil light flashed in Nahun's eyes!
"what!"
"what!"
Just listen to two roars that don't look like humans suddenly sounded!
The eyes of the sacred elder and the second elder were suddenly red!
The blood vessels on their faces burst, their beards and hair were stretched, blue-black scales appeared on their skin, and their fingers stretched out extremely sharp, monster-like nails!
It's just a blink of an eye, it's already inhuman form!
The next moment, accompanied by two air bursts, the two men who turned into monsters rushed towards Feng Wuxie!
The ancient swords fought fiercely with their nails, making a sound like a stone!
Feng Wuxie was surprised to find that it was very laborious to cut off the nails of those two people with the sharpness of the feather swords!
"While you improved their strength, you also planted sorcery!" She understood for a moment.
Na Hun indifferently and naturally gave her an answer: "Just use everything."
Without waiting for Feng Wuxie to say anything, roars rang out one after another!
Whether it is a wild god powerhouse who is fighting against Crow Killer or Nie Cangyu.
Those holy gate spirit masters were all changed at the same time!
(End of this chapter)