Zhang Zhitian gently slapped the sword face and reprimanded him harshly: "I can't spare you if I pretend to be a ghost again." ”

Zhang Zhitian squinted his eyes and sat down to practice, only to feel that the golden light flashed in his mind, and one by one the regular script fonts with golden light appeared in his mind, carefully observed, vividly, "The way of heaven has a loss and lasts forever, and the beginning of the cycle gradually makes up for its shortcomings, and the turnover of each day is complete; Humanity is often lacking, people do not do their jobs, they are frivolous, and it is difficult to calm down and recover。。。。。。。。 Zhang Zhitian silently recited in his heart, his body sitting cross-legged outside emitted a soft golden glow, floating in the air without relying on it, and his robe was windless and automatic, making a loud noise.

Zhang Zhitian recited it many times, gradually got the essence, realized its general idea, and recited it. Zhang Zhitian unconsciously, his fingers continued to stamp, and the sound of birdsong, beast roar, wave slamming kept coming out, and the phantoms of strange birds and rare birds constantly appeared above the changing handprints, mostly struggling and painful.

A little red light appeared on Zhang Zhitian's forehead, constantly squirming regularly on his forehead, forming an imprint, a strange shape, sometimes turning into a spider web, sometimes turning into an unknown ancient text, simple and vicissitudes, with traces of time. The Qingyue Sword reflecting the dazzling white light beside Zhang Zhitian continued to stamp, slicing soft lines in the air, and one by one golden ancient characters appeared in the air, and the fonts appeared one by one and disappeared one by one.

A vague figure appeared in Zhang Zhitian's mind, and he said with a smile: "Hello, latecomer, I am the first owner of this sword, Ning Caichen, after tens of thousands of years, I finally waited for another destined person in loneliness, destined person, you have an ancient blood flowing in your body, it is powerful and ancient, and it can only be traced back to the years a long time ago, it will help you drive the mission of this sword ------ seal the demon." When I got this sword, I was still an embryo, and after being bombarded by the strongest Jiuyang Heavenly Thunder in the world for three days and three nights, I was given the power of the Supreme Yang to balance the demons, and this sword was destined to be extraordinary and will last for eternity. And you are fortunate to be the eleventh generation master of this sword, and you must also be given the responsibility to become a generation of exorcists, sweeping the world to harm the demons in the world, sealing the unkillable demons, and preventing them from harming the common people. There is a demon swordsmanship and a demon seal to help you walk the world and sweep away demons. A fierce sword light flickered, slashing his head and rushing into his head, a young man dressed in white kept waving the sword in his hand, constantly changing his moves, the moves did not carry a trace of fireworks, it seemed that what was in his hand was not a sword, but a vigorous tree, constantly spreading branches and leaves; It's not in the air, it's the air flowing slowly and freely. The man in white disappeared, and a man in black appeared, his face was blurred, and he was full of evil spirits, giving people a sense of depression and heaviness in his heart, as if all living beings in the world would be destroyed when he stretched out his hand, and it seemed that he was carrying a heavy burden. The man in black kept sealing, a trace of black aura surrounded the man in black, disappearing in the black breath, the black fog was thick, but Zhang Zhitian could clearly feel the slight changes in the palm fingers of the man in black, and the way of sealing, the black fog became more and more condensed, constantly exuding maddening, palpitating power. Zhang Zhitian felt more and more clearly the gestures and methods of the man in black.

Zhang Zhitian sat quietly and seriously felt the changes in the handprint, not only the palm of his hand continued to be sealed, but also a wisp of black gas overflowed from his body, the handprint became faster and faster, more and more blurred, and it was more and more unlike the law seal of the man in black, the black gas continued to pour out from the body, wrapping Zhang Zhitian, and slowly dyeing Zhang Zhitian's skin into light black, the black gas did not enter the long hair little by little, the original ink-colored long hair turned into silver-white little by little, and for a while, a gorgeous hair turned into silver-white hair. The black air flow enveloped Zhang Zhitian, constantly spinning, disappearing, and finally disappearing.

Zhang Zhitian opened his eyes.