When Lantian woke up, the setting sun was smiling at her on the top of the mountain in the west.

Caixia spreads out in the sky, much like a woman's skirt.

She had always fantasized that she could have a dress that beautiful, like the one worn by the rich kids in town.

The afterglow of the setting sun pushed the huge mountain shadow over and pressed it down on her.

She looked back and saw a shocking crack in the earth, starting at her feet and stretching far to the east, with no end in sight.

The crack was wide and deep, and it was dark inside, with the smell of fresh earth, as if the old cow had been newly cultivated.

Li Muchen was lying on the edge of the crack not far away, half of his body hanging there, almost about to fall.

Beside him, there was a swarthy piece of iron.

Lantian didn't think it was a sword, because it was too dark, and although it had a handle, it was even more rudimentary than her family's firewood knife, and there was no decoration at all.

Li Muchen was motionless, looking unconscious.

"Uncle!

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Lantian screamed a few times, but when he didn't get a response, he crawled over, pounced on Li Muchen, and shook it vigorously.

"Uncle!

After a long time, Li Muchen finally opened his eyes.

Lan Tian smiled: "Uncle, you're awake!"

Li Muchu glanced at Lantian's apple-red face and misty teary eyes, stretched out his hand, and stroked her hair.

He felt a tearing pain all over his body.

It had been a long time since he had been reborn, and even the last time he experienced a thunderstorm on the Great Wall, he didn't have this kind of physical pain.

In the first few years of going to Tiandu Peak, I soaked in the medicine jar every day, and was teased by my brothers and sisters, and every time I came out of the medicine jar, I looked uncomfortable, just like today.

He sat up with difficulty, and then he saw the big crack.

The crack is about two meters wide, from shallow to deep, and the cliffs on both sides are straight and straight into the distance, with no end in sight. A hill in the middle was also split in half by it.

From the shape of the crack, Li Muchen could see at a glance that this was by no means a natural formation. And judging from the earthy smell in the cracks, it has just formed.

It's a crack in the sword!

Li Muchen looked at the blackened sword beside him.

If it's not flat, there's also a hilt, and maybe it's more appropriate to call it a burning stick.

But it is indeed a sword.

Of course, Li Muchen didn't have the ability to cut out such a sword crack on the earth, even if he borrowed an immortal sword from the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, he couldn't exert such a powerful force.

Then there is only one possibility.

This is not split by Li Muchen, but the power of this sword.

When the master said about the sword, he once said that the famous sword has a spirit and its own divine power, if it is buried in the box, this power will be accumulated, and the longer it is buried, the greater the accumulated power, and one day, it will break out of the box.

This kind of sword, once born, is earth-shattering, and the sword qi breaks through three thousand miles.

Therefore, there is often a saying that a famous sword is born in the world, and the purple light soars into the sky, shooting directly at the bullfight.

This sword should be such a famous sword.

It was sealed in this secret realm, fighting against a true dragon, whether the dragon suppressed the sword qi, or the sword qi locked the dragon body, the sword body must have accumulated a huge amount of energy.

Even if Li Muchen doesn't pull it out, one day, it will break through this shackle and suppression, and pierce the blockade of this space.

And Li Muchen just happened to be at the right time, and it happened at such a time that what was bound to happen happened in advance.

Thinking of this, Li Muchen's heart suddenly moved, and he remembered the dragon.

Looking back now, it seems that the dragon had no intention of killing him, at least not with all his might. Otherwise, he and Lantian might not survive this time.

And at the last moment, Long Ming had already gotten out of trouble, and at that time Li Muchen had already lost his strength, and it was easy for Long to kill him.

As a result, not only did he not die, but before the spatial crack closed, he was thrown out of the secret realm by the power of the dragon.

Li Muchen couldn't help but wonder if this dragon wanted to borrow his hand and pull out this sword from the beginning?

When he used the Thunder Gong Axe to cause the Wasteland Thunder and kill the Yinshan Ancestor, he opened the spatial crack, and the dragon found an opportunity, so the dragon soul appeared and swept them into the secret realm.

When they entered the secret realm, the dragon did not rush to attack immediately. It wasn't until Li Muchen was ready that he forced Li Muchen to get close to its body and saw this sword entangled in black gas

What a scheming dragon!

Li Muchen sighed.

Of course, he won't fight with a dragon, and he can't beat it anyway. You can't beat it with a sword stuck in your back, and now that you're free, it's impossible to fight.

Li Muchen gently held the hilt of the sword, picked up the black sword and looked at it carefully.

There was nothing special about it except for the coldness, and the divine sense could not sense its spirituality, and it did not have the feeling when it was pulled out of the dragon's body just now.

Looking at the material of the sword body, it looks like dark iron.

Xuantie is the best material for forging magic weapons, and as a disciple of Kunlun Tiandu, he has certainly seen it.

However, the material of this sword is still different from that of Xuantie, and it seems to be even more advanced than Xuantie.

The sword body is unpretentious, with no superfluous ornaments.

At the junction of the hilt and the blade of the sword, there are two tadpole inscriptions.

Li Muchen specialized in tadpole writing and bird and insect writing in Tiandu, because ancient talismans often used this kind of script, not the seal used in later generations.

Xuanming

This should be the name of this sword.

But Li Muchen had never heard of this sword, and it was not recorded in Tiandu's "Immortal Weapon Spectrum" and "Famous Sword Record".

Judging by the power of the sword just now, it didn't seem to be.

Li Muchen tried many times, but he still couldn't complete the induction between the divine sense and the sword, so as to activate the sword spirit.

Perhaps the sword is dead.

The real magic weapons all have their own lives, and their lives will be exhausted.

It is said that at the end of the life of the artifact, the power it bursts out will be even stronger than usual.

Like a burning star, before dying, it emits a huge amount of energy.

Therefore, when a practitioner is at a critical moment of life and death, he will also self-detonate the magic weapon, thus causing more damage. It's just that in that case, not only will he lose a magic weapon, but he will also damage his cultivation. Because the magic weapon is psychic, there is an induction between it and the soul of the cultivator, and after a long time, it can even be cultivated and integrated.

Li Muchen looked at the "dead" black sword, shook his head and sighed slightly.

But at this moment, Lantian's words startled him.

"Uncle, you have a ghost on you!"