Feng Xiaohan stood in front of the altar, slightly startled.

The glow around the altar was brighter than anywhere else, so he could see the slender things that were chained.

"I thought it was a senior who I encountered here. ”

Feng Xiaohan was silent for a long time, and said, "I didn't expect it to be a scabbard." ”

A voice suddenly came from the scabbard on the stele: "You were disappointed?"

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and said, "It's just a little surprised." ”

He retracted his gaze at the chains that held the scabbard and the stone pillars engraved with the zodiac signs, and thought to himself that this was where it needed help.

Wan Yan's supernatural powers are running wildly in the sea of knowledge, but they can only understand one ten-thousandth of the twelve chains.

But even this one-ten-thousandth cost him most of his divine sense, and the conclusion he got was enough to shock him speechless.

Those chains are the true mysteries of heaven and earth, the existence closest to the Great Dao,

This is beyond the scope of the Dao.

Who would have the ability to do that?

He suddenly remembered the back of the black-clothed and white-haired man under the blood moon, so he blurted out: "Ten thousand nights!?"

Hearing the name, the empty voice carried a faint silence, and sighed, "Yes, he is indeed one of the people who sealed me here. ”

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Then you are also one of the gods and demons in the battle, why are you sealed here." ”

The other party thought for a while and said, "I did participate in that battle, and I also have a share of the credit for today's peace." ”

Intentionally or not, it doesn't come back to the question that follows.

The war between gods and demons affected the pattern of the continent for a thousand years, until Emperor Yuanzong swept through the countries, and then gradually restored the scene of the prosperous era thousands of years ago.

This scabbard has actually made a lot of effort, and it can spit out people's words, what kind of artifact is this?

The current so-called artifact is like broken copper and iron in front of this scabbard.

If the scabbard is still like this, how powerful is its blade?

Feng Xiaohan said: "What do you call your seniors?"

The scabbard said: "I was born with a spirit, and I have followed several great powerhouses, and I am the sword spirit of the Heavenly Sword, but the body is divided into three parts, and I am withdrawn from the sword body and locked in the sheath, you can call me the Lord of the Heavenly Sword Spirit." ”

Heavenly Sword?

What kind of sword is that,

How could there be no such a sword included in the world's famous sword directory?

Feng Xiaohan thought that the Heavenly Sword could give birth to a sword spirit, and he thought that the grade should still be above the Yue Nu Sword.

He looked at the barren sword that was used as a crutch, and thought to himself that it also had spirituality, and where should it be ranked in the sword spectrum?

The scabbard suddenly said, "There is another part of me on your body." ”

Feng Xiaohan was stunned and asked, "Do I have it?"

The scabbard said, "It's the hilt, I can feel it's in your arms." ”

Feng Xiaohan took out the invisible hilt of the sword and said in surprise: "This was picked up from the ruins of the Ten Thousand Nights, but I didn't expect it to have such a big origin." ”

The scabbard asked, "Have you ever seen a sword?"

Feng Xiaohan carefully recalled the experience of the Reverse Heaven Temple, and indeed he had never seen a single sword body, except that in addition, the entire saint ruins, it seemed that only the stone tablet that was used as the entrance was more like a sword without a handle.

But in Feng Xiaohan's opinion, this was obviously impossible, so he shook his head.

The scabbard was not disappointed, as it had no hope of getting a clue from the other party.

"How should I save you?"

Feng Xiaohan clenched his fists, looked at the stone pillar and said, "Do you want me to pull them out, or smash them?"

The scabbard said: "These pillars grow together with the earth, it is not simple, it is not said that they can be smashed by smashing. ”

Feng Xiaohan asked, "What should I do then?"

"It's easy to say, but it's hard to say. ”

The scabbard said, "The force you use to awaken the inkstone is very similar to that of this chain, and if you apply it to the blade, my connection to the hilt will be enough to cut them." ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at the chain again, shook his head after a moment and said, "I'm not sure. ”

The scabbard said, "Everything is certain, your arrival is my chance, and I believe you will be able to take me away." ”

The Heavenly Sword Spirit is a long-lived existence in the world, no one can match it, and getting its affirmation is enough capital for anyone to be proud of for a lifetime.

Feng Xiaohan said: "Your praise did not give me confidence, but made me feel pressure. ”

"It's good to be under pressure, it shows that you really want to save me," the scabbard said. ”

Feng Xiaohan smiled dumbly, it turned out that the other party had doubts about whether he would save it before, it was the only hope to leave the cliff of life and death, how could he not save it?

After the vicissitudes of life, the scabbard naturally guessed what he was thinking, and said: "I am the Heavenly Sword Sword Spirit and will never break my word, if you save me out, I will help you leave." ”

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself that you must help me leave, otherwise how can you get out.

For the next three days, Feng Xiaohan turned into a spirit in the altar, and the invisible sword was placed on his lap, not here

Corroded by the ghostly light, and with the chains of heaven and earth here, the aura around the altar is compelling, which is of great benefit to his cultivation and injuries.

Feng Xiaohan sat for three days, and Ji Xiaolan also waited in the clouds for three days.

In the past three days, she didn't go to look for the elixir, because there was no need anymore, and now Feng Xiaohan lacked time.

He needed time to prepare, to activate the golden light, and to think about which sword to use.

The process of transforming into a spirit is also the process of accumulating his sword intent.

Three days later he opened his eyes and looked at a chain attached to a pillar of stone engraved with rats.

Feng Xiaohan decided to try it with wind and rain,

The chain looked a little faint, it seemed to be just a phantom or hallucination, without any sense of existence, giving people the feeling that it could be broken up casually.

But he knew that there was an extremely complex nature beneath this simple appearance, a puzzle that all practitioners wanted to solve all their lives.

Feng Xiaohan squinted, and a sword light flashed in his eyes.

The scabbard asked, "Ready?"

Feng Xiaohan nodded slightly.

The scabbard said, "Then let's get started." ”

An ancient aura spread, with a will that seemed to come from antiquity, a strong desire for freedom, like a prisoner who had not seen the light of day in a dungeon for many years, and finally saw a beam of heavenly light.

Suddenly a wind blew from the bottom of the cliff of life and death, bringing a sound similar to a whimper, which made people feel a little hairy.

But Feng Xiaohan heard a whispering voice from the whimper, it was a call from a distant relative, and it was also the joy of being about to hug each other after a long absence.

Feng Xiaohan felt the ethereal and unpredictable but incomparably clear will, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he seemed to be moved.

The scabbard said, "Hold your mind." ”

Hearing this, he suddenly came to his senses, guarded his mind steadily, made his heart empty, and knew the sea quietly.

The wind is a vision here.

Summoning comes from the scabbard, and joy comes from the hilt.

The two parts of this peerless sword, which have been separated for thousands of years, meet today and establish a connection with each other, and the degree of activity is naturally strong.

Feng Xiaohan stared at the chain,

Suddenly the wind stopped,

For he lifted up his right hand, and held the hilt of the sword in his hand.

With the clatter of the scabbard,

The wind at the bottom of the cliff rose again, but the sword body condensed in the invisible sword turned into a thread, and fell on the chain with the golden light.

And then there was a soft snap,

The chains were severed......

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