Gazing at the boundless desert, Xu Changge walked side by side with the old monk.
Chen Zifeng and others stayed in the ancient temple and did not follow.
"Old monk, tell me your plan."
Xu Changge was wearing a snow-white robe, with jade trees facing the wind.
The old monk wore a simple cassock with several patches on it. His complexion was slightly yellow, and the exposed skin looked extremely weathered.
"Destroy the things underground, once and for all."
The old monk was ruthless and didn't talk much.
"The idea is indeed very good. The things below have existed for hundreds of thousands of years and cannot be destroyed so easily. If you have such a plan, you are clearly prepared to die together."
Xu Changge pondered for a long time and saw the old monk's intention to die.
The old monk said nothing, seeming to acquiesce.
"Maybe I can completely suppress the Demon Well." There is a blood coffin in Xu Changge's Linglong Tower. As long as the blood coffin is born, the things in the Demon Well will never dare to cause trouble.
The blood coffin is contaminated with supreme cause and effect. Its owner once cut off an ancient era and pushed across an ancient forbidden area. Even a trace of cause and effect cannot be resisted by the magic well.
"What can I do?" The old monk's eyes flashed, and he wanted to hear Xu Changge's thoughts.
"You'll know then."
Xu Changge did not dare to take out the blood coffin for the time being, and would wait until the time was right.
"Mysterious." The old monk's interest suddenly disappeared and he mocked.
"You old monk, don't speak harshly."
The sky is full of yellow sand, which looks peaceful but contains murderous intent.
The old monk led the way and took Xu Changge deep into the endless desert.
It was so dark here that you couldn't see your fingers. As he went deeper into the ground, Xu Changge clearly felt a demonic power that could not be ignored.
The old monk pointed towards Xu Changge's body, causing a pale golden Buddha light to form around Xu Changge, resisting the Taoist laws here.
Then, the old monk waved his sleeves and dispersed the darkness around him.
An ancient well caught Xu Changge's eyes, and Xu Changge had to pay attention to it.
The diameter of the wellhead of this black ancient well is about twenty meters. Moreover, a manhole cover engraved with Buddhist teachings seals the wellhead. There are eight chains on the manhole cover, and each chain spreads in eight directions, which is enough
It's a thousand meters long.
At a glance, at the end of the eight black chains, there are eight swords that have gone through the years, some of which have become rotten and have lost their spirituality.
"Three hundred thousand years ago, the demons brought trouble to the world. The sages of the Ancient Sword Sect, together with their masters, suppressed many demons. Some demons were difficult to kill with conventional means, so they could only be suppressed in the demon well.
The Venerable sat down eight disciples, holding swords to guard the Devil's Well until he passed away. These eight swords belong to the eight sword masters of the Ancient Sword Sect."
"Later, a Buddhist ascetic passed by this place and noticed the existence of the magic well, so he built an ancient temple in the endless desert to bless the supreme Buddha Dharma. Today, the magic well has existed for 300,000 years, and the seal inside
The world can no longer bear it.”
"If we don't solve the magic well in this life, it will definitely cause chaos in the world in the future."
The old monk sighed softly as he told the ancient secrets.
In order to suppress the demons, all the masters of the Ancient Sword Sect were killed and injured, and the inheritance was finally cut off. At first, all the races in the world would remember the kindness of the Ancient Sword Sect, but as time went by, various races began to occupy the resources and resources of the Ancient Sword Sect.
territory, forcing the remaining bloodline of the Ancient Sword Sect to perish.
The old monk once searched for the traces left by the Ancient Sword Sect, but found nothing. The old monk wanted to apologize to the people of the Ancient Sword Sect and try his best to make up for the mistakes made by the world.
The masters of the Ancient Sword Sect were all dead, and the last trace of blood left behind was exterminated by all the forces protected by the Ancient Sword Sect. Speaking of this, it is really ridiculous!
"If the ancestors and heroes of the Ancient Sword Sect knew that such a result would happen, how heartbroken they would be!"
Xu Changge felt disgusted when he thought about it, which was why he hated the so-called prestigious sects in the world. At that time, nearly half of the ancient forces had been protected by the Ancient Sword Sect, but afterwards they divided the resources of the Ancient Sword Sect.
As long as one force takes action, the ambitions of the other forces will be infinitely magnified, and the results can be imagined.
"The world is guilty, but after all there are still a group of kind and innocent people in the world who must be protected. In my opinion, the ancestors of the Ancient Sword Sect must have anticipated this outcome, and still acted without hesitation to protect the world."
The old monk looked at this black magic well. On the manhole cover was not only the blood of countless demons, but also the blood of countless heroes of the Ancient Sword Sect.
"Three hundred thousand years have passed, and this line of inheritance of the Ancient Sword Sect has probably been cut off."
The old monk sighed.
"That's not necessarily the case."
Xu Changge said meaningfully.
"Huh?" The old monk suddenly looked at Xu Changge and heard the hidden meaning in Xu Changge's words: "Do you know something?"
"You want to know?"
Xu Changge put on an expression that only he knew clearly.
"Speak quickly if you have something to say, and fart if you have anything to say."
The old monk lost his former stability and let himself go in front of Xu Changge.
"As far as I know, the Ancient Sword Sect does still have a line of inheritance."
Xu Changge's expression became particularly serious and respectful.
"Are you serious?" The old monk's eyes sparkled.
"Yeah." If Xu Changge wasn't sure, he wouldn't dare to say it.
"Who is he?" The old monk wanted to visit the ancient sword sect that had been passed down.
The old monk has been practicing with the eminent Buddhist monks since he was a child. He has been taught the heroic deeds of the Ancient Sword Sect and is full of respect for the ancestors of the Ancient Sword Sect.
If one day I can see the inheritor of the Ancient Sword Sect, the old monk will have no regrets in this life.
"It's better not to say anything. If we really have a fate, maybe we will meet soon."
Xu Changge does not want to reveal the affairs of the Ancient Sword Sect for the time being, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. Although the old monk is not an outsider and will not reveal it, Xu Changge must respect the Ancient Sword Sect.
"It makes sense." The old monk understood Xu Changge and nodded slowly.
The old monk believed every word Xu Changge said. This was a kind of trust that did not require any reason. The old monk felt very good when he learned that there were still descendants of the Ancient Sword Sect alive.
"Is there any wine?"
The old monk sat on the ground and asked Xu Changge.
Xu Changge quickly sat next to the old monk and took out the fine wine.
The two of them looked at the black magic well not far away and raised their glasses to drink.
Who is the successor of the Ancient Sword Sect? Why does Xu Changge know this history? And why is his eyes filled with deep respect and special feelings when he mentions the successors of the Ancient Sword Sect?
Xu Changge drank the wine in his glass and thought to himself: "Xiao Hengkong, we will meet soon."