The old dragon still smiled: "I can only think like this, and even if a wisp of remnant soul or mind stays in your body for a long time, there will be a trace of emotional support, or it is not emotional, but a sense of identity in some breath." ”

"Are we just waiting for it to be accepted? Why do I think there's something strange going on in this? ”

Li Zhi obviously still had palpitations in his heart, and because he was imprisoned and involved, he still felt frustrated like he had never felt before.

Unexpectedly, the old dragon actually recognized this principle: "Sir really needs to try his best to guard against something, I also feel that the undead will eventually appear!" ”

As soon as the transmission of its thoughts fell, Li Zhi's environment suddenly changed drastically.

Originally, it was slowly lingering, and the warmth of Miao Miao's parade surged violently like spring in an instant, like the wind and clouds, whirling and blowing all the wind and grass.

Suddenly the entire underground space has undergone drastic changes, and the land under the feet has a pale golden luster, and I don't know when it changes into a huge black stone paving, thick and simple, and there is a hidden ancient meaning.

The surroundings also became clear in the blink of an eye, and without him looking up, it was known that he was in a large hall.

Illuminated by the lit oil lamps on the walls, a black wall was smooth and smooth with the dark slate on the floor, apparently paved with some unknown ore in one piece.

Two rows of tall and stout black pillars stand in the middle of the hall, supporting the dome, and the wide walls around are oily and smooth, and carved with reliefs filled with strange patterns of mythical beasts and statues of ancient costumes.

At the end of the hall is a high platform, and along the steps to ascend the high platform, is a large stone seat carved with intricate patterns.

The stone seat is full of a zhang square, the whole body is carved with blood-red crystal ore, it actually exudes a dense light, the light and shadow of the oil lamp are reflected on it, it shows the dignity and luxury of the king, and it is full of outstanding charm.

The oil lamp on the wall swayed out a trance of shaking light, reflecting Li Zhi's shadow and the relief on the stone wall of the hall was also uncertain.

The dust on the ground, which is obviously at least a few hundred years old, is obviously incompatible with the cleanliness of the wall, and it is even more eerie.

It didn't take long for him to feel that in the stone seat carved by the blood red crystal mine, the king's breath gradually came alive, as if there was a trace of blood and red mist, as if the soul was haunted, and the unstoppable domineering power and vanity of light and shadow also tended to be clear in the red mist.

The phantom was slowly converging into a human form, and when its eyes suddenly appeared with a flash of light, there was a bang, and dozens of oil lamps suddenly shattered.

At the moment of the change of light and color, Li Zhi could feel the humanoid phantom eyelids flip, throwing a murderous aura at him, and a strong battle intent rose in his heart.

At this moment, as the battle intent broke through his body, the condensed air around him seemed to be stimulated by the killing intent that gradually emanated from his body, and there were waves that were stronger than a while.

The air wave hit the stone walls on both sides, making a low whistling sound, as if the lonely soul in hell was whimpering and crying, and in Li Zhi's perception at this time, the relief on the stone wall of the hall seemed to come alive in an instant.

On the relief, there is a bubbling and agile air rippling in the texture of the depiction, rippling in a silent rhythm, and wisps of tremor poured into his body.

The reliefs flickered more and more, as if resurrected, and changed into various fluctuating patterns of strange shapes, which actually fit together in fragments in the void, and were suddenly connected into all kinds of bloody war scenes in a seemingly slow but extremely short time.

The exquisite and poignant relief pattern seems to describe and record the rise and fall of an ancient beast race, but there is only the transformation of the picture, there is no wind and human voice, and the roar makes the surroundings seem extremely quiet, making almost everyone addicted.

But Li Zhi could feel the awe-inspiring killing intent in it, and suddenly felt a chill on his back, his hairs stood on end, and then he noticed that the air in the hall became solemn and tense.

Almost subconsciously, he pulled out the sword of benevolence with his backhand, and slashed it backwards, the sword slashing into the air with a crisp sound.

The sword of benevolence is different from the magic weapon blade, and does not have the connotation of mana and supernatural power, but it has the soul of the sword caster and the gold and iron of the sword, so it becomes the sword soul of benevolence.

This sword that carries sword intent with virtue and drives away all evil with justice is an instantaneous act of his brain.

This sword soul is like the sword intent condensed by the strong swordsman, deep and hidden, like the sword intent and thin hair, the sword soul and sword intent are integrated, and it will be the most extreme sharp sword qi outside the world.

When he knew that the illusory shadow that had been conjured up in this way only had killing intent and no evil thoughts, he faintly sensed something, and he would cast this sword at a critical moment.

In the silent picture transition, the sudden sword qi stabbed at him, seemingly simple and straightforward, but it contained an amazing sword momentum, a sword stabbed in the air, and the air was stimulated into tiny ripples.

"What a sharp sword aura."

A fine light burst out in Li Zhi's eyes, and then a sword stabbed out, like a muffled sound of a needle tip against Mai Mang, causing his body to suddenly shake, and he took a few steps back, and the hand holding the sword was slightly numb.

The vague facial features of the phantom appeared in the darkness in front of him, and he immediately realized that this phantom must be the thirteenth undead.

The undead also held a rusty stripping sword weapon in his hand, and the tangible sword body instantly swept up with an astonishing sword momentum in the next moment, flying in vain, stabbing straight into the body of Li Zhi who was retreating.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Zhi returned his sword and stabbed it on the flying iron sword.

A crisp sound of "ding" rang out, causing his arm to go numb again, and the iron sword, which seemed to be about to turn into powder at any moment, did not even shake off a piece of rust on its body.

But with Li Zhi's natural perception, in the instant interweaving of the edges between each other, what he felt was only the true killing intent of the Rusty Iron Sword, and there was really no malice generated by the twelve undead before.

And in the sinister sword qi of Limang, it seemed to be guiding him to comprehend the flow of the sword momentum.

With the following clanging sword qi duel, Li Zhi quickly discovered the crux of the problem, these sword movements were not controlled by the residual soul consciousness, but were controlled by the sword intent.

Every time you attack, the trajectory of the sword qi is driven by three abnormal spiritual lines, although it is extremely domineering, but when the sword is released, it is just peaceful and upright, and although the killing spirit is emotionless, there is no killing anger.

"Could it be that this seemingly chaotic sword qi is not to resist the invasion of foreign enemies, but to leave a legacy?"

He still kept swinging and slashing in his hand, shaking back the attacking iron sword, but he was secretly thinking about it in his heart.

This kind of thought was born, and it instantly made his mind clear, and a great surprise surge followed.

He had never seen such an exquisite actual combat sword technique, and the owner of this kind of sword intent had obviously passed away for at least thousands of years, and he still had the sword intent.

What kind of character is this, what kind of swordsmanship, for him, a deceased from the world of cultivation, he suddenly realized that there is such a subtle simple technique in addition to the cultivation of the truth.

Since he knew that there was no real killing intent in the sword qi coming, Li Zhi simply opened most of his defenses, and let his body leap into the silky sword qi, wrapping himself in it, and carefully capturing every trace of circulation that was becoming clearer and clearer in the iron sword that was constantly flying.

So a strange picture appeared in the dark palace, Li Zhi seemed to be crazy and danced his sword to the air, and the relief patterns in the sky were still changing by themselves, and there was no force to force him.

However, Li Zhi could perceive the rusty iron sword, and its bubbling sword qi was intertwined, and in the huge stone hall, there seemed to be endless sword qi permeating, accompanied by more and more scars.

As time passed quietly in the waving of his arms and the transfer of footsteps, Li Zhi gradually saw the trajectory of the Lingpan Sword Intent that appeared every three times.

Each of them can derive the sword rhyme of the thirty-three paths, which together is the metaphor of the sword meaning of the ninety-nine paths, the Tao is as deep as a Hong, or like a Lingyun pen, or like a mountain and a mountain, or like a slender needle.

Although the sword of benevolence does not have the effect of instilling mana and supernatural powers, it is also under the attachment of his true element, or it is in the form of sword qi, or it is as if it is void and disillusioned, but its poignancy is even more profound.

"It should be a inheritance, and it is the kind of ancient inheritance that spans an unknown number of years."

Li Zhizhi was secretly happy, and he became more and more immersed in it, carefully understanding the changes of that sword after sword.

At this time, although the sword intent flowing in the sky was extremely domineering, it came without the slightest arrogance and malice, even if the killing aura was still condensed as substance, and every style was full of danger, but in fact, it was like practicing sword moves with him, so as to facilitate his comprehension.

So he concentrated his mind and body on it, trying to engrave in his mind the changes between each sword.

The sword intent flying in the sky, and the rusty iron sword that triggered all this, were in the collision with the sword soul in the sword of benevolence again and again, and the slightest trace of rust fell from the shock, and there was actually a cold light gradually looming.

As the rust on the iron sword peeled off little by little, and as his understanding of the sword intent increased little by little, a little bit of killing intent was slowly rising on the rusty sword.

And every time the sword collides in the next step, the sword of benevolence in Li Zhi's hand is gradually immersed in the stars.

With the addition of a star, you can perceive that the sword of benevolence is integrated with a trace of vivid sword intent.

This kind of more unexpected gain, but Li Zhi couldn't care about the astonishment and ecstasy after this discovery, and only knew to hold his breath and immerse himself in it, carefully figuring out every trace of change.

As his in-depth comprehension deepened again and again, a trace of fierceness began to permeate his body, and a dark cyan as thin as a hair loomed around his body, as if to tear the air around him.