Qin Xiaochuan sincerely handed out the broken sword and remnant iron for his friend Lao Liang. The big guy with the ability to see the hell was disdainful of the Heavenly Master, and he thought from the bottom of his heart that this was Jin Ziling deliberately causing people to come over and waste his time.

Xingtian Master said: "Flash, Mai is in the way, otherwise you will wait!"

The white-haired imp who had just escaped from the danger slipped up the shoulder of the Heavenly Punishment Master, and grimaced cooperatively: "Wow!"

Qin Xiaochuan took a deep breath.

He thought of a lot of things in this moment.

There are those who stupidly jumped up and down when he just came to the bitter realm, those who were taken by Lao Liang Swordsman when he didn't know martial arts, those who later decided to go north and strayed into Buddhism, those who fought with the Ouyang family after returning to the Central Plains, and then solved the scourge of the Demon Sword Dao and established a leather bag company to swallow the world.

Over the past hundreds of years, he has made wise decisions, but also has stupid kindness, made friends and provoked people, saved people, and made killings!

Qin Xiaochuan took a second to look back on his past, and then stepped forward with an arrow and picked up the sword with his hand.

The black sword roared with a humming sword, as if it was about to be bloodthirsty and killing.

Originally, he turned around and planned to leave, but the Heavenly Master sneered, took off the jack on his shoulder again, and with an umbrella in his hand, he swept up a whirlwind and pushed the attacking black sword aside.

The whirlwind rose, and before it arrived, the black sword swung, and instantly turned from a stab to a smash!

"Stay. ”

The fierce wind slammed into two by two, and was stirred by the sudden dexterous black sword, which violently stirred up the dust on the ground.

"Phew, bah, bah. The Heavenly Master was dusty all over his face, and the paper umbrella turned left and right. In the midst of the dust, the black sword slashed obliquely silently, and with a heavy essence of dexterous change, I heard a "wow" sound, and the white-haired little zombie lying on the back of the blackbeard Dao chief was once again lifted high into the sky!

"Stay too—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

He also fell on his stomach, and someone stepped on a foot on his back, and at the same time, a black sword with a black but flickering blade stabbed into the ground, and the blade just stuck on the neck of the spirit beast.

Also stunned: "Whew." ”

"Ahh

Not long ago, he had just singled out the cult leader Mu Ni Guru, Qin Xiaochuan's control over his own body had reached a higher level, and he had vaguely touched the realm of great ingenuity when he picked up his sword, and the person who followed the sword just now was well versed in the essence of the swordsmanship of the autumn year, and his speed was almost close to the trace of the wind.

I don't want to abuse spirit beasts.

Qin Xiaochuan proved with practical actions that he was definitely not a joke sent by Jin Ziling to delay time, but a big trouble that was thrown over with the ability to threaten the safety of his life. "Help, talk. His face was cold and solemn, and he admitted that his tone was very sincere, "I have a reward." ”

The sons are all in the hands of others, and the Heavenly Master admits it.

At midnight that day, sub-hour.

With the iron piece as the center, in the place where the demon sword is broken, the square cloth copper mirror reflects the infinite heaven and earth. The Heavenly Master stepped into the direction of the Ghost Gate, the spirit sword was in his hands, and a spell erupted from a mouthful of fire: "Heaven and Earth Wuji, Qiankun borrows the law...... Wow, gather your soul and bring it out to this Heavenly Master!" "If you weren't convinced that this person was really a master, this would really look like a juggling scene.

A faint glow of fire slowly stopped above the broken piece of iron. Then there were glowing dots of light emerging from the darkness, gathering around the fire to form a human form.

Qin Xiaochuan threw what he was carrying on the ground in his hand, stepped on it with his feet, pressed the sword into the soil with both hands, and held his breath to look at this scene that violated the scientific outlook of his previous life.

This is the life and death of the Bitter Realm, this is a world with nine heavens and an underworld! But those countless points of light seem to be stuck in a shell, and they can't go any further after converging into a human form.

"I want to rob people with this Heavenly Master, huh. Xingtianshi's eyebrows are raised, he is not angry and arrogant, and once he gets serious, he is also a very attractive person, "Stay too!"

As soon as he was habitually summoned, he heard the whining and whining of the white-haired little zombie lying in the distance, and the Heavenly Master froze, hating that iron could not become steel, turned around and slapped away the jack of treasure by himself, and took out the ghost manifestation stone from a large pile of treasures: "Go!" The dark and heavy stone block was suddenly connected by the moonlight, and suddenly greeted the fluorescent human form in it, and saw that the light gathered and spread again, and the suspended on the broken iron piece was already the phantom of the headless old Liang of the golden knife back then.

"It turned out to be a headless ghost. ”

Xingtian Master snorted, "Stinky boy, don't you know how to overkill people!"

I'm not a professional monk.

Qin Xiaochuan couldn't argue, so he could only look up at the ghost in it. However, the golden knife Lao Liang leaned down familiarly, groped on the ground for a while, and the broken iron piece was suspended in the air, with the last faint trace of demon sword spirituality, and automatically and spontaneously turned into a head and placed it on his neck:

"I don't know where the good head has gone with the weather, and now it's barely enough. Good brother, I'm sleepy, what are you calling me out so late!" Lao Liang's tone was familiar, as if ...... It's not the first time you've been shouted out of the ground.

Qin Xiaochuan's brain couldn't react.

The line between the dead and the living seems to have been blurred at this point. Is there really an immortal mountain in the world, and in the land of immortal mountains, there are countless heroic spirits lurking in peace.

"If you have something to say, ask quickly, if you have a fart, let it go!" The Heavenly Master looked left and right, very impatient, "There is not much time, don't you need to consume the spirit of this Heavenly Master when you call ghosts?"

But Qin Xiaochuan didn't know what to say for a while. Forgiving him was also the first time to see a ghost, and suddenly all the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit out a word.

"You also asked before that the murderer of mine was the woman with the red umbrella, and I couldn't see the specific face. Golden Dao Lao Liang put his hands around his chest and had a calm attitude.

"Before?" Qin Xiaochuan asked.

"I circled around that woman after I died, and then you ran with a sword to get me back. That is to say, the golden knife is a dignified swordsman, but it has to be contained in the sword, too narrow and too narrow. Lao Liang was unceremoniously: "That woman later had an internal conflict with her accomplices, killing people and throwing her body into the river, it is really cruel, you must not pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." ”

Red umbrella, woman, murderer.

These three adjectives should point to one of the culprits of the March catastrophe that year, the Zigong Tonglin, codenamed "Immortal". After so much time, the old woman has already become an old woman, and Qin Xiaochuan thinks that he is not interested in the old woman.

Who is the one who killed people and threw their corpses? Was it the "book" of the Bijiang Drifting Boat that had already shown remorse, or the "flying" of the swordsman without a trace? No wonder there was no movement in the March Catastrophe later, and it turned out that the internal strife that would have occurred in the meeting was still happening.

Although it is said that the appearance of the Heavenly Desolate Immortal City has proved that the Six Calamities Canglong is still suffering from the catastrophe destined by the Mandate of Heaven, Qin Xiaochuan, who has been paying attention to Nan Wulin in terms of details, does not know too clearly.

"Me?"

Qin Xiaochuan pointed to his nose very strangely. When did he run to pick up someone? He didn't even know when the demon sword had an extra soul.

"Anyway, it's you!"

The golden knife Lao Liang waved his hand, as if he couldn't tell what was going on, "You still want me to remind you from time to time, but I couldn't speak before." You said that your father is trustworthy and can be used with confidence, Buddhism is dangerous, and you owe less favors. Ah, I've slept in the sword for too long, when did you shave your hair and become a monk with white hair?"

"Of course, the monks who can recite the Sutra of Transcendence. The Heavenly Master interjected, "Have you finished speaking, once your soul is gone, it is useless to recite the Sutra of Transcendence hundreds of times!

"Oh, it sounds like I'm dangerous. The golden knife Lao Liang turned his head to look at the Heavenly Master, "The Taoist priest who catches ghosts......"

"Your soul is stained by demonic power, your sword is shattered, and you can't even enter the Yellow Spring, and now you are lucky to be barely glued!" said the Heavenly Master.

"But if there was no demon sword to accommodate me, I'm afraid I would have been attacked by resentment and turned into a nameless old ghost who was delirious! Okay, since chanting is useful, then chant it, just take the opportunity to catch up on sleep. Lao Liang is very open-minded, "It's not good to cultivate immortals every day, and it's also very tiring." ”

Of course, Qin Xiaochuan would not say no.

He was also trying to save him, but he didn't expect to see Lao Liang, an old ghost, which added a lot of doubts to himself.

"There is only one person in this world who can be my father. "That's the Faun.

"Also, I've been vulgar for a long time!" "How can you flirt with your sister when you are a monk, can you find someone to talk to in a minute?

But the scriptures still have to be recited.

The more time passes, the points of light that originally formed the phantom of the golden knife Lao Liang have a tendency to disperse. Qin Xiaochuan took off the wrist rosary and began to recite the scriptures.

A wisp of gentle wind blew, and the face of the golden knife Lao Liang finally showed a relaxed expression.

"The knife splits the sea, the people are outstanding, and there are no regrets in the life of excellence! The white jade pillar of the sky, the purple and golden beam of the sea!" A long roar is inexhaustible, and the ambition is no longer obsessed.

The phantom of the broken sword dispersed with the wind, and the fluorescent dots entered the earth, accompanied by the guidance of the Buddha's light, blooming a brilliant flower on the other side.