Both of them felt a sense of eagerness from the sword just now, that is the passing away of their lover, and the one left behind has a deep helplessness, an urgent way to find love!
"Then the Eternal Excalibur has anything to do with what you are talking about?" Someone asked with questions. .
"Also! Is the previous sword really the eternal divine sword? If it is, the divine power of the divine sword is too restrained, and it can even be said to be too small." Someone asked eloquently. It can be seen here that everyone's emotions have been agitated.
"I have read some ancient books, let's tell everyone about it!" Zhang Xiaotian said lightly, without answering directly.
With regard to cultivation, he did not really waste more than two years of wasteful time, but studied hard, such as knowledge about cultivation, and even humanities and geography.
"It is introduced in the book that there was a couple of men and women, men who loved swords, were crazy about swords, became demons for swords, became saints for swords, and could kill the world for swords... His green plums and horses also died because of his swords." Zhang Xiaotian said lightly.
"This is also called a story?" Qing He groaned, she seemed to fall in love with Zhang Xiaotian's mouth. Others are also slightly puzzled.
"Listen to me slowly!" Zhang Xiaotian said unhurriedly.
"I'm not!" The girl turned her head over.
Zhang Xiaotian smiled and continued, "When that swordsman was about to become a world-renowned sword god, he couldn't become a god because of the shackles of the sword that accompanied him all his life."
Having said this, Zhang Xiaotian sighed and sighed.
"Quickly, why is this?" Someone shook Zhang Xiaotian's arm.
At first glance, besides Qinghe, who else could it be
"No matter what the sword is against the sky, it is still a dead thing, no activity, no ability to think, and dead words mean the end and represent limited development. There is definitely no living thing with great potential."
Watching her have another attack.
Zhang Xiaotian hurriedly said, "Therefore, after the swordsman understood, he tried his best to make the final life and the sword closely connected. Over time, the water and milk blend and the breath is connected, and the life and death of the two are also connected as one."
Most people are thoughtful.
"But at the time of the breakthrough, the sword cannot withstand the thunder. After all, it is a dead thing. The end of destruction is creation. The sword is not a real creature. The imposed activity is the worst strategy!" Zhang Xiaotian sneered.
"He couldn't help it, he was searching all over the world, and finally someone told him that the power of love has the most potential." Zhang Xiaotian said nothing.
Soon, it was connected in series, and everyone knew it.
"Why didn't you stop talking!" The two women stepped forward together and scolded Zhang Xiaotian.
"What can I do!" Zhang Xiaotian sighed suddenly.
Suddenly groaned calmly.
Peaceful and happy, but with shocking aspirations in his chest.
One person, one sword to break into the world, eternal true love stays in the world.
The flower-like years have passed, and the two loves are dead.
One love to the end, the world will fall, but my love will never last.
Jiuxiao shocked the vicissitudes of the cloud, separating the world from the world.
Zhang Xiaotian's expression is extremely complicated, and the way he recites poems is even more serious.
Qinghe's beautiful eyes glowed with a little bit of brilliance, staring at Zhang Xiaotian forever.
For a moment, everyone was a little silent, and their hearts were quite shocked. They were speechless. The sentiment in this verse is absolutely earth-shaking, dry and unswerving until death.
"Then what is the result?" The fat man was puzzled, shaking his chubby cheeks, came to Zhang Xiaotian and said.
"In the end, the woman felt too painful to see the man, and she couldn't bear it, so she sacrificed herself to the sword. The sword was contaminated with some of the characteristics of the owner. With the love of the beloved woman, the sword began to have human feelings, and even made the sword have With love, transformed into a human form, with unparalleled potential, and finally with the master to survive the thunder and become a god!" Zhang Xiaotian said in a low voice.
Most people are still silent, even if they have guessed the result, they still can't help but feel a little sad.
Even Qinghe and Zhuge Hongyun didn't make any more troubles, they walked quietly across the ocean along the way.
In front of the mist, the spiritual energy is steaming, a magnificent, majestic island stands faintly in front.
The closer the Haohaizong disciples got to this place, they actually felt a rush of hot air rushing toward their faces. The most unbelievable thing was that with their cultivation level, they actually felt hot and unbearable.
Within less than one hundred feet of this place, they discovered that the seawater here has become hot fresh water, even the body of the fire thorn fish, it is hot and soft, red, and even has a fragrant fragrance, floating out.
In the end, there were dozens of feet left, and they held hands together to exert force, slammed on the fire thorn fish, and a huge force responded, and under this, they leapt away in the air.
Because they felt that the closer they were to the island, the more terrifying the temperature, if the fire sting fish were buried in the sea of fire, wouldn't the pond fish be harmed.
Fortunately, they were on their way, and when they got here, they felt even more that this island was like a big fire stove, under which there was absolutely volcanic magma scorching.
This place is their destination, Zhenghailing.
When they got here, they didn't know why, they just felt a wave of heat rushing in, and the air was filled with scents, which shocked people's minds.
"There must be spirit fruits and treasures ahead!" Hao Haizong said with excitement.
Others performed similarly. Everyone walked slowly forward. Although there may be treasures in front of them, they have experienced a lot of things, and opportunities are often accompanied by dangers.
Soon, there were rows of dense forests in front of them, standing on them very regularly, and extending to the end of the line of sight.
The more you look up, the bigger the tree trunk becomes, as if it is about to break through the sky. Each pearl tree body is a flaming red fruit with the big fist hanging on it, swaying, dividing and reuniting, crystal clear.
"That's Yan Lingguo!" Someone surprised.
"What's this, there are spirit fruit on it!" someone shouted again, some of them hard to digest these shocking surprises, a few people involuntarily speeded up their pace, wanting to get the spirit fruit.
"Don't worry, maybe there are surprises?" one person said calmly.
Finally, they approached this piece of fruit grove, and when they reached out to pick it, a shining aura blocked them.
Seeing this, everyone's hearts were stunned. It was obvious that it was not easy here. Some people had already activated their spiritual power in secret, and some had bombarded them. Who ever wanted to affect the entire spiritual formation.
This island is a continuous stretch of high mountains standing on the surface of the sea. In an instant, the mountains on this side are bright and flourishing.
That kind of fluctuation is unparalleled, as if it can shake the entire sea.
"What kind of meatballs! I dare to harass this seat." The sound was like thunder, shaking the world.
The implication of the words is that Zhang Xiaotian and others are compared to meatballs. This refers to Chinese food on a plate. It is a kind of contempt and despise, as a metaphor that they are only worthy of being reduced to food.