For a moment, the surroundings suddenly fell into dead silence.
The possessed old man passed out directly under the flames of the demon soul. All the anger on his body faded away, and both his pupils and the golden fairy pattern between his eyebrows returned to their original appearance.
This is also the full power of Dongfang Zimo to activate the Demonic Soul Flame, otherwise this person would not simply faint and die.
Dongfang Zimo flew up to the old man in white robes. After just glancing at the unconscious old man, his eyes were attracted by a long sword as black as ink.
"What on earth is this sword that can actually control a golden elixir monk?" Dongfang Zimo felt a little scared when he remembered that he had been carrying this sword a hundred years ago.
Dongfang Zimo had a thoughtful expression on his face, sighed, and flicked a green pill into the mouth of the old man in white robe.
The elixir melted instantly in the mouth, and the burned skin and sword marks on the white-robed old man's body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A quarter of an hour later, the old man in white robe gradually came to his senses.
"Huh? Who is this fellow Taoist?" When the old man in white robe woke up, he felt a stinging pain all over his body, but before he could pay attention to it, he found a golden elixir monk appearing in front of him, and he couldn't help but asked in surprise.
"What? You don't know me, fellow Taoist?" Dongfang Zimo asked in surprise.
"My Taoist friend said something like this, it sounds familiar, no! Where did that violent sword go?" The old man in white robe stood up and straightened out his torn Taoist robe. Suddenly he remembered something and started shouting.
"Fellow Taoist, are you talking about my sword?" Dongfang Zimo placed the long sword as black as ink in front of the old man and said slightly dissatisfied.
Hearing this, the old man in white robe felt a stabbing pain in his head. He vaguely remembered something, and his face turned as pale as paper.
"I hope fellow Taoist will forgive me for what happened before. I don't dare to keep the sword of fellow daoist anymore. Now that fellow daoist has really found it, the sword will be returned to its original owner." The old man in white robe saw the dark as ink.
Chang Jian was frightened and quickly looked away from the sword.
"I would like to know that fellow Taoist Taoist Jin Dan with a middle-level cultivation level can actually be controlled by this sword, and use the flesh and blood of a monk to refine a magic weapon." Dongfang Zimo said with a suspicious look on his face.
When the old man in white robe heard this, he felt ashamed.
"To be honest, since I found out that this sword by my fellow Taoist is extraordinary, I took Qi to the practice room to observe it. When I was refining the magic weapon, because too much spiritual energy was lost, the sword suddenly came to life and directly invaded.
He has captured my mind and manipulated me to kill monks and use flesh and blood to forge magic weapons." The old man in white robe said with a pale face and lingering fear.
Just as Dongfang Zimo was looking at the violent sword in his hand solemnly, he suddenly noticed that the old man in white robe was hesitant.
"Do you have anything else to say, fellow Taoist?" Dongfang Zimo asked in astonishment.
"Do you know the origin of this sword?" The old man in white robe said after taking a deep breath.
"I don't know?" Dongfang Zimo shook his head.
"If I guess correctly, this sword is related to the rumored Thousand Souls Blade."
"Blade of Thousand Souls?" Dongfang Zimo murmured with a confused look on his face.
"It seems that fellow Taoist really don't know the origin of this sword. Yes, this magical weapon looks like a sword but not a sword, and looks like a blade but not a blade. In addition, this sword is full of viciousness, just like the rumored Thousand Souls Blade. But this
The Blade of Thousand Souls has always been in the hands of a strong man in the late Nascent Soul stage, which means that even if your sword is not real, it is still an imitation." The old man in white robe couldn't help but glance at Dongfang Zimo.
He held the violent sword in his hand, but his body trembled in the next second and he avoided sight.
"In the hands of a late Yuanying monk, fellow Taoist, do you know who that Yuanying monk is?" Dongfang Zimo's heart moved and he asked hurriedly.
"Well... I am disappointed, fellow Taoist, that Nascent Soul monk I don't know. Even the specific origin of this sword is something I heard from hearsay, and I have never really seen this sword." The old man in white robe smiled awkwardly.
Hearing this, Dongfang Zimo could only look helpless.
"Forget it, I won't pursue what happened before. I originally wanted to ask my Taoist friend how to practice weapon training when I came here next time. However, judging from the condition of my Taoist friend, it may be difficult to recover within ten and a half months." Dongfang Zimo.
He sighed and glanced meaningfully at the old man in white robe.
"Ahem! This injury of mine is nothing. You only need to meditate for two or three days. Why don't you, fellow Taoist, stay at my fellow Taoist Jianfeng first? Then I can repay your kindness to fellow Taoist together." The old man in white robe noticed that Dongfang
Zimo was slightly worried about his thoughts and could only smile with a smile on his face.
"Since fellow Taoists have said this, I won't bother you much." Dongfang Zimo cupped his hands and said with a smile.
Not long after, two rays of light flew out of the hill and headed towards Jianfeng.
Half a month later, in Dongfang Zimo's training room, a purple cauldron floated in the sky.
Dongfang Zimo, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, pointed his finger, and several strange things flew into the cauldron one by one.
A stream of elixir fire flew out, and the purple cauldron continued to heat up under the refining of the elixir fire.
Half an hour later, Dongfang Zimo swallowed a golden bead into his belly, and the pill fire also disappeared.
The lid of the cauldron was opened under a puff of smoke, and a blue long sword appeared in the air gleamingly.
Dongfang Zimo swept his consciousness towards Qingyun Sword, and a long-lost smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Finally, this sword has been repaired again." Dongfang Zimo reached out and grabbed the Qingyun Sword.
After exchanging weapons training methods with the old man in white robes on the Sword Peak, Dongfang Zimo repaired the somewhat incomplete Qingyun Sword to a brand new one as soon as he returned to the training room.
In addition to giving some advice to Dongfang Zimo, Baipao Lai also gave him a book of his own experience in weapon training to atone for his previous sins.
With this weapon refining experience, Dongfang Zimo's weapon refining skills naturally improved by leaps and bounds.
On this day, Dongfang Zimo went out to the real estate market to purchase some fairy grass, and combined with all the materials and secret recipes he had, he refined several pills to increase the chance of breakthrough.
After adjusting himself to the peak state, Dongfang Zimo began to retreat to attack the middle stage of Jindan.
As the cultivation level increases, the breakthrough time is also much longer than before.
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Three years later, a ray of light flew through the air at an inhuman speed. A few breaths later, several more rays of light flew through the air with great momentum.
In a deserted place in Baixi City, a ray of light flew to the ground, and a young man in red robe appeared. The man looked around and disappeared in a flash.
After a while, several monks with strong auras also fell here. Among them, three Jindan monks had the highest cultivation level, and the remaining two were only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
"The breath disappears here. The person should be nearby here. Now that this person has just broken through and his cultivation is unstable, it is a good time to surround him. Don't let him escape!" A man in a brocade robe said sharply.
He glanced around and said with a serious expression.