Zhuo Ren seemed to have a dream, a night without the moon and the dark wind was high, and a huge mountain towering into the clouds stood a figure like a killing god, holding a dark red long sword, with an indifferent expression, and his sharp eyes stared straight at a place in the void, exuding a monstrous aura that the heavens and the earth changed color. Behind the sword-wielding man, there was a man in black who looked four points similar, looking at the man in front of him, his expression full of awe...

Two figures stood wordlessly in the wind, and in a moment, a void suddenly shattered, and a white figure crept in. Without the slightest communication, a powerful killing move slammed into the sword-wielding man in a flash. Seeing the situation, the man in black retreated in a panic to dodge, and the man with the sword indifferently greeted him.

An earth-shattering battle broke out suddenly, both of them were peerless powerhouses, and the terrifying coercion they exuded made the heavens and the earth change color. The white figure was bare-handed, swallowing mountains and rivers, and his gestures were full of overwhelming momentum.

The sword-wielding man held a dark red long sword for a thousand miles, wielding each sword with the power of destroying the world, and the white figure did not dare to face its edge, calmly dodging and waiting for the opportunity to strike a terrifying energy.

The battle lasted for a day and a night, and no one could help anyone, and the next night, the two tacitly stopped and were silent for a long time. It seems that they don't want to delay, ready to make a move to decide life and death.

The sword-wielding man gathered momentum and swung out his sword, and the dark red sword qi turned into countless sword shadows and shrouded away. The white figure snorted heavily, and his hands changed for a while, forming a huge palm shadow to meet him.

"Boom"

The air waves soared into the sky, the heavens and the earth trembled, the ground collapsed and sank for several miles, shaking into a canyon, and the entire mountain top was split into countless irregular and steep mountain walls...

The sky was filled with a terrible aura, and the two figures bore the brunt of it, vomiting blood and flying away, dying, dead or alive.

A sound of breaking the air came quickly, and a black figure appeared strangely...

The picture froze in an instant, and Zhuo Ren woke up with a big mouthful.

The consciousness gradually returned to his control, until the moment of complete domination, an unbearable stinging pain suddenly exploded in Zhuo Ren's mind, the whole mind was extremely stinging, and the soul seemed to be pulled out and stabbed with a needle, scraped with a knife...

Just when Zhuo Ren was shocked in his heart and thought that he had been wiped out of his soul and looked desperate, the terrifying and monstrous soul power gradually receded like a tide, and the stinging sensation no longer existed...

"Now, how do you feel it?" a faint voice only entered the soul.

Zhuo Ren opened his eyes, and the illusory old man returned to the sky above the skeleton at some point, looking at him directly.

Zhuo Ren didn't respond, he checked himself intently, and then, his body shook heavily, and there was a strange light in his dim eyes...

I can actually feel my meridians beating slightly, flesh and blood squirming, pores shrinking, and white bones clinging to flesh and blood... Zhuo Ren was startled, and looked at the illusory old man with a blank face...

"That is divine sense, the magic is endless, and it can only be condensed when it reaches the Huang Xuan Realm" The illusory old man seemed to know what Zhuo Ren was thinking in his heart, the faint way.

"Divine soul refinement, divine sword quenching, the old man has given you this unique creation, as for how far you can go, it's up to you..."

"That's right, the old man is in the Phantom Sun Sword, you go and get the sword, three inches below the hilt of the sword drip three drops of blood, remember not more, not less, in this way, you are the new owner of the Phantom Sun Sword, everything you want to know, the old man can pass on to you through the Phantom Sun Sword" A faint voice came from the dark red long sword not far in front of him...

Zhuo Ren came back to his senses, slowly took a few steps forward, lowered his head to look at the long sword, and hesitated.

"Here, my life hangs by a thread, and I can't help myself, it's just..." just hesitated for a moment, then bit his finger, a small stream of blood came out, and he bent down and carefully dripped three inches below the hilt of the sword...

"Tick"

"Tick"

"Tick"

Three drops of blood dripped down with a slight sound, and the blood sank into the hilt of the sword, disappearing in an instant...

Zhuo Ren didn't know that at the moment when the three drops of blood light dropped, in the depths of the sword body of the Phantom Sun Divine Sword, there was a wisp of dark red soul, greedily absorbing it.

Zhuo Ren carefully observed for a while, but the long sword did not change at all, and it was still quietly lying on the ground...

"Huh"

Zhuo Ren's face suddenly changed color, and his consciousness suddenly had an inexplicable connection with the long sword, and his mind moved,

"Up"

The long sword slowly stood up, Zhuo Ren happily stretched out his hand to hold it, and a wave of fluctuations that went straight to his heart swept in, only to feel that a huge amount of information was infiltrated in his mind, or a fragment of memory that he felt empathy... Immediately afterward, my mind felt weak. "Bang" the long sword slammed into the ground, the dark red light disappeared, and it turned into a bright white long sword, which continued to suck for a few hours and then turned into the rusty broken sword before...

Zhuo Ren was shocked and said, "It's just a short distance to summon the long sword, and before I have time to take a closer look, I am weak, not to mention wielding the sword, sweating, my own strength can't do what I want, and it seems to be a problem to take it away..."

Phantom Sun Divine Sword, one of the nine great swords of the Heavenly Sword Continent, is said to be forged by ancient Hou Yi when he shot the sun and fused the fragments of the falling sun into the Phantom Divine Stone, which is powerful and endlessly changing...

Reading this information, Zhuo Ren's heart was overjoyed, and his gaze at the broken sword became hot, and his rusty appearance seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye.

The divine consciousness swept by, a haze, covered by a layer of fog, and could not penetrate...

Zhuo Ren was dumbfounded, staring at the broken sword under his feet, and it became complicated for a while.

"Whew"

A gust of yin wind flew out from the broken sword and hung in front of Zhuo Ren's eyes. It's like a tangible fog, and like a faint cloud of smoke, real and existing...

Zhuo Ren was shocked, and turned around to dodge.

"Strange, it's not that after three drops of blood, you will recognize me as the master," Zhuo Ren muttered secretly.

"Whew"

The breeze was blowing, and Zhuo Ren felt a burst of coolness, and disappeared in a moment...

Zhuo Ren didn't notice that a dark red sword mark loomed on his forehead.

"What, I've been trapped here for a thousand years, it's fake."

"What the hell, digging down the mine will destroy the prohibition of underground magma, and the magma will break through the restraints, so I pretended to be a ghost to scare those villagers away from here. The Illusory Sun Excalibur needs the scorching breath generated by the flame magma to heal the wounds caused by the Cold Sky Stone, and what is the Cold Sky Stone?"

Zhuo Ren condensed and quickly digested the large amount of information that had been transmitted at the moment when he summoned the Phantom Yang Sword.

There are no sun, moon and stars in this space, and some are always endless flaming magma...

It took Zhuo Ren half a day to finally grasp the huge amount of information.

"Could it be that this illusory old man is one of the three people in the dream, this sword, this old man... Zhuo Ren carefully recalled that strange dream, as if something was faintly wrong.

Dreams are stopped by life...

The illusory old man was unable to maintain his illusory form because he used his remnants of his divine soul to open his divine consciousness to Zhuo Ren. The Illusory Sun Divine Sword used the Illusory Sun Divine Light to refine its own flesh, and now it has changed back to its rusty appearance!

Zhuo Ren reasoned his thoughts, and sighed that he was really a blessing and a curse on this day, and the world was really impermanent... The whole body is full of strength, and when his mind moves, he can detect any wind and grass around him without opening his eyes and looking closely, "It turns out that this is divine consciousness" Zhuo Ren sighed again...

"Oh no, how should I get out of here" seemed to think of something, and the look of joy and sigh on Zhuo Ren's face quietly froze.

"Well, I don't know how long it has been, but my father and the madman have gone back to the village," Zhuo Ren sighed as he sat cross-legged on the stone platform with an exhausted look. Only a few feet away from the skeleton. I don't know why, Zhuo Ren looked at the skeleton, not fearful, but with an inexplicable sense of intimacy...

Zhuo Ren swept the space with his divine sense, and even spared no effort to inspect every speck of dust. There was not the slightest clue to leave.

I got up and checked it again, but I still didn't find anything. It was already the first few attempts, Zhuo Ren couldn't remember, Zhuo Ren with a decadent face sat on the stone platform with his bare butt and closed eyes, racking his brains to think about how to get out of here.

After a while, Zhuo Ren opened his eyes and regained some energy. His eyes glanced at the broken sword that was eclipsed on the side, and a flash of inspiration flashed. As soon as his mind moved, the broken sword quickly swept over, and Zhuo Ren reached out and grabbed it hard.

"Amount"

It's still very heavy, but it's barely able to hold it. Breaking the sword into his hand, a warm breath came from his hand, faintly mixed with a hint of chill. Zhuo Ren observed happily, stroked gently with his big hand, and carefully swept it with his divine sense again.

"Huh"

Passing the hilt down to the junction of the sword body, a raised gray misty crystal instantly attracted Zhuo Ren's attention, if you don't look carefully, I'm afraid it will also be regarded as gray-black rust. Zhuo Ren condensed his mind and learned through the bloodline of the Phantom Sun Divine Sword that this was a fragment of the Phantom Divine Stone, and Zhuo Ren reached out and touched it slightly

"Crunch"

When his fingers touched the crystal, there was a slight sound from the broken sword, and then, Zhuo Ren's figure appeared in an inexplicable space area...