Here Wu Bo obtained such amazing news through the Cancer Sword Spirit, and over there, Chu Yuan walked slowly in front of Li Qiuyu with his hands behind his back.
His intention is no longer about the sword, but between the mountains and rivers.
Although there are mountains here, there is no water. Apart from the rugged mountains and rocks, and the desolate desert, there is nothing worth enjoying.
However, he was in a good mood. Seeing those people at the bottom of the mountain climbing up desperately, while he was just strolling around like this, a sense of superiority arose in vain.
Li Qiuyu also confirmed his previous guess, thinking: "How many secrets does this guy have?!"
Even with her Demon Lord realm cultivation, she couldn't see through the Chu Yuan in front of her at all.
In her opinion, Chu Yuan was a monk at the third level of Qi training. He was an ordinary person, but he was immortal.
If he wasn't protected by a treasure, then he was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
Compared with the former, the latter is much better.
Li Qiuyu hopes he is the former.
"Come on, come on!"
Suddenly a voice came to Chu Yuan's ears. Chu Yuan wondered if this voice was not the voice of the system, "Who is it?!"
Chu Yuan suddenly said loudly, which startled Li Qiuyu who was behind Chu Yuan, and said quickly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Yuan raised his hand to signal Li Qiuyu not to speak, while he put a hand behind his ear and listened carefully.
"Come on, come on, come on."
Chu Yuan heard the sound and left, and gradually walked to a sword. This sword was very tall and very big. It was obviously not designed for normal people.
The sword body was estimated to be more than four meters high, and the width of the sword was more than half a meter. Chu Yuan dragged his chin and said: "The original owner of this sword must be from the giant clan."
Li Qiuyu was not surprised at the back. Many people in the cultivation world like to use big swords.
The hilt of the sword was inlaid with blue gems and looked very noble. Chu Yuan held his chin and said, "Are you calling me?!"
He had heard the story of choosing the master of a spiritual sword in many novels, and he thought that the sound coming from his ears could come from this sword?
Well, it's good-looking, big, and fits my temperament.
Chu Yuan thought in his heart.
However, he did not expect that a sword intent suddenly shot out from this giant sword. Chu Yuan felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, and his whole body suddenly became covered with cold hair.
Li Qiuyu was also ordinary and said: "This is the sword intention!"
Chu Yuan was stunned at this moment, but he heard the voice again, saying: "I'm here, I'm here!"
"Where are you?" Chu Yuan wondered.
There was only one sword in front of him, and it was this awesome-looking big sword.
"I was stepped on by you."
Upon hearing this, Chu Yuan quickly moved his feet away, and then saw a sword hilt barely exposed in the mud, and the entire sword body was buried in the mud.
Chu Yuan was curious: "Is it you I saw?"
"It's me! It's me."
Chu Yuan was surprised and quickly dug out the sword at his feet from the soil to take a look.
"Um, this..."
Chu Yuan wondered: "This is not a sword, this is a knife! A scimitar!"
This scimitar was completely rotten and looked like it was about to fall apart. It was just garbage.
Chu Yuan raised his hand and wanted to throw it away, for fear of getting his hands dirty, but he heard: "Don't throw it away from me, I'm a good thing."
"What a good thing, what has it become? It's just a piece of scrap metal, but it's still a good thing." Chu Yuan said.
"Don't you know that mythical things hide themselves? I am such a magical thing."
Chu Yuan looked at the broken piece of iron in his hand, his mouth twitching: "A divine object? I bent it. Believe it or not, I can turn you into a divine stick!?"
"Please, don't abandon me... I'm just a soy sauce guy. It's none of my business here. Brother Dajian, please help me to intercede." Dao Ling suddenly begged.
At this time, the scimitar jumped out of Chu Yuan's hand, fell on the big sword, rubbed against it, and then returned to Chu Yuan's hand.
Seeing this scene, Chu Yuan was a little surprised and said to himself: "Let me go, can this broken iron move? Move it by yourself?"
At this moment, the big sword made a "buzzing" sound, as if it was responding to the scimitar.
"Brother Da Jian, I, Fen Tian, have been here with you for countless years, and I have nothing to do here. I am not responsible for suppressing the evil gods like your sword sons and sword grandsons. Just say a good word to me.
." Scimitar Blade Spirit said.
Chu Yuan saw the scimitar and the big sword interacting, and they were talking about something, such as suppressing the evil god, what the hell was that?
At this time, the big sword still made a "buzz" sound, and then the scimitar sword spirit sighed, and after a moment said angrily: "Broken friendship, I fucking want to break off the friendship with you."
It seems that Da Jian rejected his request for help, which made him extremely angry.
After a while, the Scimitar Sword Spirit's voice turned resentful: "I miss Fentian, who has been famous all my life, but why am I so miserable? I've been here for countless years, my God!"
Hearing this, Chu Yuan suddenly felt pity for the broken sword and said, "What's your name?"
Hearing Chu Yuan's question, Scimitar Blade Spirit was a little surprised, and said happily: "My name is Fentian Lieyan Dao, you can just call me Fentian."
"You just said that you are a soy sauce maker. What do you mean?" Chu Yuan asked.
"Oh, this is a long story. If I have to tell it, I have to start from ancient times." Burning Sky Sword Spirit said.
"It's been so long, can you pick up the key points?" Chu Yuan said.
Burning Sky Sword Spirit thought for a moment and said, "It's actually not complicated. Just listen to me."
So the Burning Sky Sword Spirit told the story of the Fire Spirit Mountain and the Ten Thousand Swords that suppressed the evil god, and then told how he was able to make soy sauce here.
After listening, Chu Yuan felt that the amount of information was too great to digest.
Also, Fen Tian’s story is too bloody.
It was originally a sword, but it was used as a sword by its original owner. Over time, it became stained with a trace of sword intent.
Who would have thought that the great sword monk could use his great power to summon a spiritual sword from the three thousand worlds? Just because of that trace of sword intent, he was summoned to the ancient battlefield.
The Great Sword Cultivator wants to annihilate the Ten Thousand Sword Sword Spirits to seal the evil god, which means that the Sword Spirits need to sacrifice their lives to cooperate.
Of course, this does not mean that all sword spirits will perish as a result.
Some powerful sword spirits are still alive, but their cultivation has dropped and they must start over.
The original owner of the Burning Sky Flame Knife was originally a powerful person. Under the cultivation of this powerful person, the Burning Sky Flame Knife has the power to burn the sky. The strength of the sword spirit cannot be underestimated.
At that time, Fen Tian was thinking, why am I the overlord of this area, so how can I listen to you, a sword cultivator? So he slashed at the sword cultivator, and the sword was full of flames with the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.
But Fentian didn't know that this great sword cultivator was extraordinary. With just a finger pointing at him, Fentian felt that he had fallen into an incomparable abyss and was unable to extricate himself.
The Great Sword cultivator found Fen Tian interesting, and then inserted it next to the Great Sword, saying that when the time comes, he will return him to the original owner.
But after waiting for countless years, his stupid master has not come yet, and the great swordsman monk has gone to no one knows where.