The white-haired man whispered, "Don't be afraid, child. ”

"Hell, don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" the sword screamed loudly, repeating the phrase repeatedly.

"Stop, stop shouting!"

A soft force enveloped him, and the panic disappeared suddenly, and the small scratches on his body caused by climbing Zhenlong Mountain slowly healed.

"Who are you?" asked Jian Afterlife, standing up timidly.

"Spiritual void. The white-haired man said with a smile.

"You're not breathing, like a ghost. "The sword died in horror.

The white-haired man explained: "I'm cultivating, and sometimes my breath affects everything, just like when people are focused, they can't help but hold their breath. ”

Jian Afterlife looked at the white-haired man warily, thinking about whether to run away immediately. "Why are you here? There's nothing."

"Immortals wander around, there's nothing missing here. The white-haired man replied.

The sword is dead, the mouth is not very convincing.

He suddenly saw the wrist of the white-haired man's cuffs exposed, which was the black hand tattoo of the Sword Clan.

"You're a Sword Clan?"

The white-haired man nodded with a smile. "Yes, can you trust me? ”

The sword died silently.

"You are very brave to climb this mountain, what is your name?" the white-haired man said softly.

"The sword dies. He replied.

"Very good, the sword is dead, if you worship me as a teacher, I will teach you the method of casting immortal weapons and the way of cultivating immortals. ”

"What's the use of learning those, can I fulfill my wish?" Jian Jisheng thought about the girl waiting for him at the bottom of the mountain, and his heart was a little anxious.

"What is your wish?" asked the white-haired man.

Jian Xiangsheng twisted up, and said with a slightly red face: "I want to see Jian Xiaoyuan every day, play with her, and don't make her sad." ”

The white-haired immortal laughed, his eyes looked through the heart of the sword, "Love is a wonderful and sweet thing, what you hope to get is nothing more than delusion, you will really understand if you have it, and at that time, how to protect what you have is a problem." ”

"I don't understand, just tell me, how to solve the problem?"

"I pass on your cultivation method and become strong enough, and you will be able to control your own destiny and control her destiny. ”

The white-haired man held the sparrow's corpse on his shoulder in his palm, and when he opened his palm, the sparrow flapped its frozen wings and came back to life.

"I'll worship!" Jian Xiangsheng knelt down and kowtowed three times in a row, and came back to life, this is a real immortal.

"Don't worry, you have to make an oath not to mention me to others, everything I teach you is only known by God, you know me. ”

"I understand!"

"Very good, no one from the Sword Clan has gone out for two thousand years, you and I, master and apprentice, will play a dangerous chess game. ”

The white-haired man waved his hand, and a huge amount of information flowed into the mind of the sword dead, and the pain of the tearing made his brain numb, and he felt like he was about to faint.

It felt like a century had passed, and the sword was panting, and the information in his mind was slowly precipitating.

On that day, he learned the Void Condensing Sword Technique and the Six Words Sword Formation Technique, and also knew the existence of the Secret Path.

"Master, what should I do for you?" said Jian Deceased respectfully.

He knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch, and the extra things in his mind made it difficult for him not to respect the white-haired man.

The Spirit Void Immortal stood up, his white hair fluttering, and took out a sword from behind him, almost transparent black, but the surface was pitted and dilapidated.

Jian Jisheng took the sword, "What a light sword." ”

"It's light now, but it's going to get heavier and heavier, what I want you to do is reshape it!" the words of the Spirit Void Immortal were like a spell that struck the heart of the sword and made his heart flutter.

The sword stroked the uneven blade of the sword, "What is it called?"

"The name of the sword, the soul of the soul, is the sword of devouring, because it was born with the fairy sword, light and darkness cannot coexist, so it has become an abandoned sword. ”

"Soul ————— soul ——————"

The magic voice whispered in the mind of the little sword death.

He looked at the black sword in his hand, the blade of which was transparent, but dull, like a layer of dust that could not be erased.

The blade has seven irregular holes, exuding a touching allure that makes people's eyes involuntarily sink into it.

The sword began to die, and I looked forward to the moment when it regained its edge.

At that moment, the ordinary sword ceased to exist, and he would only have one sword in his life, living to protect the one in his heart.

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As we approached the volcano, the sea breeze began to mix with toxic gases.

The smell is somewhat different from the sword forging room, but it is formed by the high temperature of the flames.

The sword came back to his senses from his memories and covered his mouth and nose with a scarf.

The perennial iron forged sword was exchanged for a pair of blood-red eyes, staring at the huge volcano that was getting closer and closer.

The hot air often contains deadly substances, like chronic toxins, so most blacksmiths spend the rest of their lives miserable.

The sword died in his father's legs, his mother's patience was shattered, and the family was full of quarrels.

This condition continued until the death of the old man.

It was a sudden outbreak of a plague that claimed the lives of many Sword Clansmen, including his parents.

Captain Hook shouted, "Hey, stay away from there, you can see it, we're going to get around that burning mountain, there's something bad in the air, and every once in a while that damn volcano will spew a shower of fire, and a lot of good ships will fold here, and the people at sea call it 'Penglai', which means the illusory mountain of death." ”

Standing on the deck of the Weasel, the Black Storm had taken shape, as if to welcome them.

"A little further along. "The sword is reeling and estimating the distance.

He had planned to ride the flying sword to the top of the mountain.

But the aura of heaven and earth seems to be uncontrolled here, and the spiritual power in the body is like a pool of stagnant water, without waves.

Volcanoes occupy the entire sea level, and the closer you go, the hotter it gets, and even the surface of the sea bubbles.

"I'm going there. The sword pointed to a reef jutting out of the sea near the volcano.

"Damn, you didn't pay me enough to get that close to there. Seeing the sword's dead expression, Hook hesitated. "I mean, although there is a lot of money, I want to spend it alive, not to die and be buried. ”

"Just get closer, otherwise you won't get the rest of the money. The sword said that he had paid the captain enough money to buy the Weasel with his men.

"I should have thrown you into the sea to feed the sharks. Hook assessed the pros and cons, and the fearless temperament of the iron-cast man in front of him also moved him, and he wanted to see what the man was going to do, "Okay, a little bit within the risk range that the Weasel can bear." ”

Hook was reluctant, but it was a lot of money, a lot of money that hadn't been received yet, and it wasn't as simple as gold.

It was a bag of lower-grade spirit stones, and its value was immeasurable.

In addition to being useful to immortal cultivators, the spirit stone is more valuable among the kings and nobles in the mortal world, and mortals use a special method to absorb the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, and the feeling produced cannot be forgotten or quit.

Jian Deceased said, "Remember our agreement and wait for me for three days." ”

"One day at most!" Captain Hook cursed and left, deploying.

The Weasel's course began to shift towards the volcano.

Jian took off his shirt when he died, and his perfect body was covered with scars, and the two crossed scars on his upper body were particularly eye-catching.

He tied his blue scarf around his waist and tied it in a dead knot, waiting for the boat to get close enough to the reef.

Holding his breath, he plunged headlong into the sea.

"Hey, captain, that guy jumped overboard. ”

Captain Hook was at the helm and cursed, "Leave him alone, the boiling water will turn him into a dead frog, damn hillbilly, don't let him get on board, bad luck, see what he's left behind? ”

The crew ignored the death of the sword as it swam farther and farther away, and began to rummage through the clothes left on the deck.

"Captain, nothing!" shouted the crew.

Captain Hook roared back. "Damn landers!! mud pigs!! cunning immortal cultivators!! anchor me!! he owes me a lot of money!!"

The sword swims to the nearest reef and rests to look up at the black volcano that rises into the sky.

The surface of the volcano is full of holes, thick black smoke is emitting, and the ravines are staggered with bright red lava, like a giant's back is bleeding, indescribably weird.

The sword afterlife began to assess the height and angle of the volcano, as well as the best route to climb.

He chose a suitable position to go up the mountain and jumped into the sea again.

After swimming for some distance in the boiling water, I finally reached the boundary of Penglai Volcano.

Not counting the nautical part, Penglai Volcano is only about half the height of Zhenlong Mountain.

The sword died like climbing Zhenlong Mountain, climbing the volcanic wall with temperature.

Go find the hidden cave she'd only heard about it once.

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