After the Ice Spirit transformed into a master and the Fire Spirit swallowed the inner elixir of the Hell Fire Dragon, the Evil Sword Spirit also broke through again by swallowing the sword soul of the Junzi Sword.
After a large number of sword souls were taken away, the body of the Junzi Sword quickly became smaller and its light became much dimmer, turning it into an ordinary sword.
Ye Xiong originally didn't want to kill them all, but when he thought that it was the sword that Duan Chengan had used, he felt unhappy and said, "Jian'er, swallow all the remaining sword souls, what are you keeping for them?"
"Master, I thought you wanted to spare its life. If that's the case, then you won't be so polite."
The Evil Sword Spirit was about to pounce again, when suddenly a stream of light appeared on the horizon. One second it was still several kilometers away, and the next second it was already above the restricted area.
"Amitabha, donor, God has the virtue of good life, and everything in the world has feelings. Please be merciful."
An old monk with a white beard and hair appeared in mid-air. He struck out lightly and broke Gu Yue's restraint. Then he fell in front of Ye Xiong. He looked at the gentleman's sword and sighed.
Ye Xiong was secretly shocked. The strength of this old monk was unfathomable. Even the restriction placed by Gu Yue with all his strength was easily broken without any waste of energy. This strength was definitely above the peak of the Golden Core, and had even reached the half-step Nascent Soul.
With such strength, there is only one person in the entire world of cultivation, and that is Jinshanren from Jinshan Temple.
This is the realm of the Kingdom of Jin, not far from Jinshan Temple. Ye Xiong was even more sure of his identity.
"It turns out you are from Jinshan. I was about to go see you, but I didn't expect you to come here on your own." Ye Xiong said with a smile.
The man from Jinshan glanced at Ye Xiong and said, "It turns out to be Donor Ye. No wonder he has such magical powers. Donor Ye, this sword has some connection with me. Most of its current sword soul has been devoured and it has become an ordinary sword."
The sword, please be noble and let it go."
"How dare I disobey the master when he speaks out? It's just that I'm a little strange. The master said that this sword has something to do with you. Don't you know the owner of this sword?" Ye Xiong asked.
Before the Jinshan man could answer, the Junzi Sword on the ground suddenly rose into the sky and came to the Jinshan man. It screamed in front of him, seemingly expressing some emotion.
Ye Xiong frowned, his eyes fell on the face of the Jinshan man, and he suddenly realized.
Although hundreds of years have passed, although Jinshan Man's face is full of wrinkles and his former handsome appearance is no longer there, it can still be seen that the outline of his face is similar to that of Duan Cheng'an.
It turns out that the person from Jinshan is Duan Chengan.
Seeing his appearance, Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief, and the worries in his heart immediately disappeared.
After hundreds of thousands of years of changes, Duan Chengan has grown into this appearance, how can he still compete with himself in the Netherworld?
Damn it if Netherworld likes this shabby old man.
Looking at his once beloved sword, the Jinshan man sighed and murmured: "Back then, I buried you here because I felt that I was no longer worthy of being called a gentleman and was not qualified to use you anymore, so why bother you?"
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Back then, the peerless genius Duan Chengan was famous all over the world. He was one of the best in terms of character and strength. His sword was also called the Gentleman's Sword. Who knew that later, he was deceived by his brother and poisoned Netherworld?
The pain of his life.
He survived the catastrophe. After he recovered, he found that Netherworld was dead and Duan Tianshan had defeated the demon world. With all his thoughts and fears, he left the world of cultivation and came to the world of Shura, hiding his name. He felt that he was no longer worthy of the word gentleman.
, so he buried the gentleman's sword in the ground, then went to Jinshan Temple and became a monk.
After hearing his words, Jun Zijian screamed in sorrow, suddenly rushed up, and exploded in mid-air, killing Zheng Dao.
"Amitabha!" The man from Jinshan sighed.
Ye Xiong watched from the side and was shocked by the integrity of Junzijian. Even if it could not be reactivated by the Jinshan people, it chose to disintegrate. Such sentiment is really admirable.
"Donor Ye, we still want to go to Jinshan Temple to get together!" asked someone from Jinshan Temple.
"Master, please."
The three people turned into three streams of light and headed towards Jinshan Temple.
Half an hour later, a huge temple appeared in front of Xiong.
This temple is not very big, but it is very majestic. From a distance, it is covered by a huge golden light and stands on the top of the mountain. It is very pious and majestic. Before I get close to it, a solemn Buddhist atmosphere comes.
It hits one's face and makes one unable to feel any evil in his heart.
When they came to the ban, the people from Jinshan waved their hands lightly, and the ban opened. The three of them fell from the sky and landed in the gate of Jinshan Temple. There was a strange tunnel there, with strange lights and strange colors, like an underground tunnel.
The same way.
"Two benefactors, Jinshan Temple has an unwritten rule. To enter the temple, you must walk through the moral road. How about I invite you two to walk on the moral road?" asked the Jinshan people.
Moral path, what the hell?
Ye Xiong looked at Lone Moon.
"Daodelu is an illusion created by Jinshan Temple, which is composed of Buddhist teachings. It is said that people who cross Daodelu are treacherous, evil, or have ulterior motives. They cannot cross and are not qualified to enter Jinshan Temple." Gu Yue explained.
"I see, it doesn't matter, let's go for a walk!"
Ye Xiong dare not say that he is a good person, but he is definitely not a bad person. He still dares to walk on the moral road.
"I'll go first!"
Gu Yue walked up directly, walking step by step on the moral road.
The Moral Road was only about twenty meters long. Gu Yue passed by it quickly. As she walked, her eyes were closed, except for a pause in the middle, a moment of pain appeared on her face, and then
It's over.
"The monks of the Ice and Snow Clan are indeed pure and pure. If the female benefactor hadn't felt guilty towards the sect for various reasons, I'm afraid this moral path would not have hindered the female benefactor at all." The man from Jinshan stroked his beard and said with satisfaction.
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Next, it was Ye Xiong's turn.
Ye Xiong strode over, and just as he entered, his brain suddenly exploded. Countless scenes flooded into his mind like a tide. All the shameful things he had done in his life suddenly came to his mind.
His heart was filled with palpitations.
Guilt towards my wife, guilt towards my family.
The death of a woman who had crossed paths with him, Wen Qingqing, Alyssa.
Especially for the death of Duanmu Linglong, he felt so guilty that he almost couldn't breathe.
He also had fantasies about Tangning, which made him feel ashamed.
On this moral road, he found that he couldn't use any of his magical powers and was immersed in memories, unable to extricate himself.
It took Gu Yue almost five minutes to walk out of the path of morality that he walked in half a minute. When he came out, he was sweating profusely and felt as if he was in denial from another life. If he hadn't walked the path of morality, he really wouldn't know what he was doing.
I have done so many things in my life that I feel guilty about.
"It seems that Donor Ye has experienced a lot in his life. Fortunately, Donor Ye can stick to his bottom line no matter how many things he encounters. This makes the old monk admire him," said the Jinshan native.
"Master, are you belittling me or praising me?" Ye Xiong rolled his eyes.
The Jinshan man laughed and said: "In recent years, less than 10% of the people who have successfully passed through such moral passersby have successfully passed through. Donor Ye, do you think my words are derogatory or praising?"
"Master, since we have all taken a trip, can you please ask the Master to take a trip too, so that we can see how noble his sentiments are?" Ye Xiong said coldly.