After thinking about the words of the real person of Yushan - it has been the number one weapon in Shengzhou for tens of thousands of years - it means that this name has been spent by other families later?

But that's irrelevant, and it's not the focus of attention right now.

Yang Jun pushed the real person of Yushan, who was already confused: "Ancestor, what do you mean by doing hands and feet?" ”

I don't know what is wrong with my mood today, I am already drowsy when I drink, but I can understand better when I speak than when I am awake: "Dementor Soul Seal, don't be scared by the name, its intention is just to weaken the power of the soul, the three souls and seven spirits are unstable, and the combat power will be greatly reduced." Originally, in the hands of the high priest, it only reduced the resistance ability of the giant beast, in order to hunt a complete sacrifice. ”

Yang Jun never expected that the 10,000 butcher knife, which had such a good origin and function, was originally only used for sacrifice, and listening to the meaning of the words of the real person of Yushan, the slaughter of beasts still did not see blood.

"So," he asked thoughtfully, "Actually, when the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was a magic weapon, it wasn't stained with much blood, right?" ”

"Nonsense!" Even when he was drowsy, he didn't forget to give Yang Jun a roll of his eyes.

Yang Jun thought that the matter of ten thousand butcher knives seemed to be taken very seriously by the real people of Gangshan. Why is that?

He was puzzled by the ancients in his heart, but he also pressed the question for the time being.

I listened to the real person of Yushan continue: "The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is both a magic weapon and a holy weapon. will gather the remnants of the beasts and not disperse, and even condense the fog hidden realm gathered by the strength, it must have been damaged by someone's spirituality! ”

All things have spirits, even the magic weapons.

Yang Jun remembered that the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife had a big temper, but except for the first time when he got it, he had never seen the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife tremble, and even when it was used to capture the soul seal, the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife maintained absolute calm.

At this time, listening to what the real person of Yushan said, Yang Jun felt a little weird.

"Ancestor, when did the Remnant Soul Rebellion happen? What's going on? ”

Since in the era of the High Priest, the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was still a sacred weapon for the sacrifice of the Divine Dragon, that is, someone used the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife in the exorcism war. However, with the energy of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, it is not impossible to drink the blood of ten thousand beasts when this kind of human race and beast race are in a confrontation. But the one who can make the slaughter knife move ten thousand must not be unknown.

Yang Jun's eyes were fixed on the real person in Yushan.

This old ancestor felt uncomfortable lying on the stone platform, holding the wine jug tightly in his hand, kicked his feet, moved to the edge of the stone platform, slipped off the ground, and sat directly on the ground.

Yang Jun stretched out his hand to pull him up, but his hand was as if he was carrying a mountain, and his arm couldn't move for half a minute, so he had to give up.

It seems that the real person of Yushan is not drunk enough, and he tilts his neck and pours wine again.

Yang Jun saw that he slipped off the stone platform just to drink, and he didn't sit on the stone pier himself, but sat on the cold stone ground, rubbing the ten thousand butcher knife in his hand.

Fortunately, the real person of Gangshan was drunk, and his memory was not very bad, so he stumbled and said: "Someone once proposed to return the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife to the furnace and rebuild it, but ...... How can a holy weapon that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years...... How can it be easily destroyed? Besides, after the High Priest, no one else can completely control the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife. The existence of the hidden realm is impossible to be easily dissolved. ”

"If you don't cultivate to the realm of an emperor or a martial artist, how can you talk about destroying a hidden realm? Not to mention that the Misty Hidden Realm was born from the resentment of the remnants of ten thousand beasts, which could not be resolved by human beings. The real person of Gangshan laughed: "The person who made this suggestion is really stupid!" ”

Yang Jun held the handle of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife in his right hand, put his left hand on the back of the knife, and stroked the edge of the cool with his fingers. With such a knife, it can pull out the development history of the entire Shengzhou human race.

"Ridiculous!" The real person of Yushan took the wine jug in his hand and stomped fiercely on the ground of the whole stone, "No matter how fierce the beast is, it will not be cleaned up!" ”

Yang Junzheng was wondering why he suddenly said such a sentence, when he saw the old ancestor turn his head and stare at him and said, "The old man does have some skills, and during his tenure, the fierce beasts have been almost cleaned up. Generations, generations......"

Speaking of which, the tongue of the real person of Gangshan is already a little knotted, and he has been "in the past generations" several times, but he has not seen anyone who is ugly.

Yang Jun was anxious, this just said that it was a critical place, how could it be stuck?

He asked in a loud voice, "Ancestor, how is it?" ”

The real person of Gangshan let out a long yawn, and there were tears in his misty eyes.

There was even a moment when Yang Jun felt that this old ancestor was true and cried.

However, the task of pondering the idea of the real person of the mountain was too difficult, Yang Jun decisively abandoned this immature idea, closed his mouth and stared, and waited for the real person of the mountain to speak by himself.

Wine can be bad, but it can also be good. Nothing has just one side. But for the real people of Gangshan, or the real people of Gangshan tonight, wine is a good thing.

In a haze, he recalled many things that he usually didn't want to think about. How many years, how many generations of accumulated expectations, sometimes, he feels that the burden on his shoulders is too heavy to lift.

By getting drunk, he was finally able to go unchecked. It's a centuries-old monster, and it's not easy to indulge like this. In the past, when I lived alone, there was no one to talk to, and I felt pitifully lonely, but at this time I could babble again.

He patted his chest and muffled, "Why bother? ”

The emotions of the real people of Yushan also inevitably affected Yang Jun.

He frowned at the raunchy, disheveled, ragged old man, who did not speak, and could not interject.

He didn't know why the real person of Gangshan suddenly borrowed alcohol to kill his sorrows, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be difficult for him to associate the word "borrowing wine to eliminate his sorrows" with the real people of Gangshan.

"Master......" Yushan Zhenren muttered softly.

Yang Jun's ears pricked up, confirming that he was right, and leaned over curiously to the side of the real person of the mountain. This is the first time that the honorific title of Chengdao Zhenren has been spit out from the mouth of the real person of Lishan Mountain, and it has been called "old man, old man" before.

It seems that this old ancestor also has a deep affection for Chengdao Zhenren.

Yushan Zhenren threw away the wine jug in his hand, stretched out his hand and patted Yang Jun's shoulder: "Stinky boy, tell you, don't worry about going boldly." Your ancestor handed over the Misty Hidden Realm to you, and it is yours. Well done! ”

Yang Jun said in his heart, he was really drunk, and he made him recognize the real person of Chengdao as his ancestor.

"Through the hands of several generations of priests, most of the anger has been dissolved, and there is not much left of the remnants of the beasts, and the rest are all scared, so there is nothing to worry about. Don't fall for our prestige, you kid, or you'll look good! ”

The real person of Gangshan is half-asleep and half-awake, and his speech is much sharper. Yang Jun didn't dare to interrupt, so he listened to himself slowly.

"The remnant soul basically doesn't need you to worry about it now. Knife...... Ten Thousand Butcher Knife," the real person of Yushan said here, his words were a little intermittent, and after a long while, he seemed to suddenly remember, and continued: "The responsibility of Ten Thousand Butcher Knife will be handed over to you. ”

Yang Jun bent one leg, supported his forehead with his hand, couldn't help sighing, and suddenly felt that he was also like drinking a few catties of burning knives, and his head hurt.

He said a lot of real words, but basically he didn't have a beginning or an end, and he still didn't understand it. But the remnant soul is not worried, but remembers, as for the heavy responsibility of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife or something...... Whatever! Let's do the business at hand.

Since there were no major hidden dangers in the Misty Hidden Realm, Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

Stopping for an old tale could have been a very entertaining pastime. But listening to the narration of the real people in Gangshan with a very different style, it is an out-and-out torture for Yang Jun.

Dragging the ten thousand butcher knife and preparing to get up, the real person of Yushan said another sentence in a low voice, which made Yang Jun stunned.

He said: "Master, the disciple is not successful, and you will be disappointed......

The real people of Yushan have always been tough, laughing and scolding, and no one in Xuantianmen dares to plunder its edge. But the complicated emotions in his words made Yang Jun feel stunned when he heard it.

The voice of the real person in the mountain became lower and lower, Yang Jun turned his head to look, and saw that his head was gradually lowered, and his neck was almost folded to ninety degrees.

Yang Jun was still worried that his neck was broken and his breathing was not smooth, and he was about to lean over, but the shoulders of the real person of Gangshan had begun to shrug and snore.

Or do you have a big heart. Yang Jun gave a thumbs up to the real person of Yushan in his heart.

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In the darkness, he quietly clenched the mandarin duck in his hand, and a wisp of cold light emitted a hazy light through the fog in front of him.

The same fog, heavy shadows of the trees, in the eyes of Jing Qia, every section of the road walked is exactly the same.

At the beginning, she would call out "Chu Ke" and "Jiang Linxian" a few times, and sometimes call out a few times for the big bird, but she didn't get any response for so long, she had completely given up, and even the fear was no longer there.

Unlike Jiang Linxian, Jing quietly didn't know much about the Misty Hidden Realm. And because of this, there is no more fear in her heart. It can be regarded as fearless for the ignorant.

She wasn't afraid, but she was a little tired.

Quietly walking all the time, walking without stopping. Chu Ke once said that he walked along a river to the lake.

The entire hidden realm was shrouded in mist, and the silent without understanding could only rely on water to find the way.

Chu Ke was able to come in, and she might be able to go out along the water, or, at least, reach the lake, and be able to join the other two people.

In the dark shadows of the trees, there are two phantoms hidden in the canopy.

The voice was very low: "Isn't she tired of walking like this?" ”

"You've been staring at a little girl, aren't you annoyed?"

"What's annoying, it's hard to be able to see people. Rare! ”

"Rare what? Didn't the bird say that we already have a new owner? ”

"New master...... The master is the master, what does it matter to me to see the little girl? ”

The faint sound that Jing heard in his ears, like the chirping of a night bird, suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

It's strange that after being in the hidden world for so long, I haven't seen anything else except the big bird.

Quietly shouted to the shadow of the tree: "Come out!" (To be continued.) )