From top to bottom, follow the passage to the bottom of the mountain, and there is a strange force inside that envelops Rick, so that he does not accelerate his fall.

Soon, Lick felt his feet touch the ground.

Li Ke looked around, the surroundings were as bright as day, and in the middle of the bottom of the mountain, a dead man was sitting cross-legged, but unfortunately his face was erased by time, leaving only a crystal skeleton.

A sword flew in the air beside the old man, spinning around the old man. Occasionally, there will be a few sword sounds.

This time, Li Ke didn't dare to approach directly, this was the burial place of a powerful sword cultivator, and if he was accidentally cut by that sword, he would be unjustly killed.

Still holding the white triangular flower in his hand, Li Ke shook his hand and threw the white flower over.

The flower spun in the air and flew to the dead following.

The spinning sword did not hinder the white triangular flower, allowing it to fall smoothly into the hands of this sword cultivator.

The flower slowly fell and landed in Jian Xiu's hand, and then, the flower dissipated and turned into aura and merged into Jian Xiu's bones.

The original crystal clear skeleton has become whiter.

At this moment, the white lotus in Li Ke's mind took the initiative to exude divine consciousness and communicated with the flying sword.

Flying Sword is no stranger to this divine sense, and he has met on the top of the mountain.

I saw that the flying sword suddenly fell from the air to the ground, a three-foot green edge, and the tip of the sword was inserted into the ground.

At this time, Li Ke felt the prompt of the white lotus in his mind to hold the sword.

Walking over step by step, looking at the sword that was no longer flying at this time, Li Ke took a deep breath and held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

Li Ke held the sword in his left hand, but his eyes were a little blurry, as if he was recalling something.

In a remote place, a child is being bullied by other children, but he is powerless to resist. From this time the child craves strength and takes control of his own destiny.

Many years have passed, and the child has grown up, neither starting a family nor cultivating the immortal law.

As the days passed, the child, who still had a trace of persistence in his heart, collected a broken sword and decided that he would one day become a sword cultivator. Wipe the broken sword every day and chat with the broken sword. Another decade of this chat.

Just when he thought that his life was over like this, that sword dream told him that there was a place in the distance, and if he found that place, he could become a sword cultivator.

At first, he didn't believe it, but his dreams every night made him know that this sword was not ordinary, and he still had a chance to become a sword cultivator.

He, thirty-three years old, left the place where he had lived for thirty-three years, relying on the guidance of the sword to find his dream many years ago.

Another ten years have passed, and along the way, he doesn't know where he can go in this life.

I have been starved, beaten, and walked like a beggar from town to town, from county to county, from country to country.

But he knew that after so many years, the echo of the sword was getting stronger and stronger, and his persistence must see the harvest, and he must become a real sword cultivator.

On this day, it snowed here, and the cold wind howled in the winter.

He walked in the snow, the wind blowing on his face, but he didn't feel anything.

Suddenly, a white flower caught his eye.

The sword emitted a light that warmed the body and the flowers in the hands.

He felt that place was very close to him, very close.

When he finally arrived, he walked into the place, the broken sword in his hand was shattered, and the flower had withered.

The sword vibrated as he watched as the broken sword that had been worn for decades turned into the tip of the sword and fused with the other sword.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt very happy, not for himself, but for his friend, who found a home, what about me?

After decades of stumbling, he did not regret it, at least he made his own choice.

When he woke up, he felt warm all over his body, and the sword was by his side.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he flung it forward, and a sword aura slashed the boulder in front of him.

This year, he can cultivate, he is a sword cultivator.

His name is Wu Daozi.

With the inheritance, with a sword obtained from here, he began his cultivation journey.

Years of trekking have made his heart uneasy, and in his eyes, there is only this sword.

Cultivation has accumulated for many years, and once it explodes, the refining body realm and the Jindan realm have broken through one by one.

did not stop wandering, Wu Daozi still walked forward, and the Jindan Realm became the Sanhua Realm.

This year, he arrived in the east of this continent, and at this time, he was already a psychic realm sword cultivator.

He could already control the sword with his heart, and with one sword, he had the confidence to kill the cultivators of the third realm of the psychic realm.

On this day, he walked through a mountain range, and suddenly felt an evil aura.

He, with a sword, opened the mountain and woke up a demon, Wu Daozi saw that the demon flames were monstrous.

The demon was furious, and he slashed at him with a giant axe, and the momentum on his body far exceeded that of the psychic realm.

The two of them went one after the other, and the demon suddenly threw out the giant axe in his hand and attacked and killed.

Looking at the axe that locked him, Wu Daozi smiled, it seemed that he couldn't finish the road ahead and preach.

The cultivation of the psychic realm exploded with all his strength, and his cultivation was integrated into the sword.

A sword slashed the giant axe, but he blocked a blow for the sword. The sword is not broken, and the person is injured first.

Seeing the devil hit him, he didn't run.

Wu Daozi knew that the devil must not be allowed to run rampant.

ignited his divine sense, shattered his golden pill, and used his sword to seriously injure the demon with one blow.

The demon suddenly turned around and left, but Wu Daozi was powerless to pursue.

Green mountains and waters, it is very good to rest here.

Leaning on the side of the mountain, facing the sky, Wu Daozi suddenly smiled and said:

When he was young, he was ambitious, and finally looked for an opportunity to get a sword.

is a mortal, one person and one sword.

The sword in his hand, the sound of the sword is long.

Walking in the snow, swimming in the mountains.

Huanghuang people are like this,

How many heroes are buried with dry bones?

Although people are old, their hearts have not changed;

It's hard to see how to walk here.

The ambition of the young man is unsettled, and his enthusiasm has never stopped.

A year, a decade, a hundred years, in the blink of an eye.

The body is not oneself, the soul is not oneself, and this intention is lonely and difficult to die.

Establish a sword to open the peace, and have its own style and bones to urge people to walk.

I, Wu Daozi, have no regrets after dying.

It's a pity that no one remembers me, and Wu Daozi, a sword cultivator in the Psychic Realm, is even more of a pity for this opportunity.

..........

The sword in Li Ke's hand let out an endless mournful roar, as if it was a memory, but also a nostalgia.

The sword is light, and even sharper. It's just that Li Ke can't hold this sword.

After reading the life of this sword cultivator, Li Ke felt like he had gone through it, and with this memory, it was a great harvest.

The perception of a sword cultivator's life made Li Ke's state of mind a great success.

Li Ke bowed to the corpse.

At this moment, a voice came to Li Ke's mind: "Meeting is fate, although you are not my sword cultivator, but you can take the ring on my hand, don't go down the evil path in the future." ”

Li Ke could hear that this was Wu Daozi.

"Thanks to Wu Daozi's predecessors, Li Ke will definitely work hard. ”

Slowly walked over, took the ring down, and Li Ke bowed to the corpse again.

"As for this sword, leave it to the destined people, you can leave. ”

A hole on the top of the mountain led to the outside, and Li Ke left here with the ring, but Li Ke would not forget that there was a sword cultivator here, and his name was Wu Daozi.

When he came out, it was already the moon.

Li Ke summoned Xiao Ying, did not look back, and rushed in the direction of the Houtu Sect.

On the second day, Li Ke arrived at the foot of the Houtu Sect.

Walk up the hill to the meditation dwelling and start looking at the ring.

The ring was very simple, and there was no formation, and Li Ke looked inside the ring with his divine sense.

At a glance, Li Ke knew that it was made.

The entire ring was full of spirit stones, and the piles of spirit stones were extremely shiny.

The white spirit stones are the least, about 3,000. There are about 10,000 green spirit stones, 20,000 blue spirit stones, and 5,000 cyan spirit stones.

In addition to these, in the middle of the ring space, there is also a pile of spirit stones with attributes.

After a rough calculation, there are a thousand fire spirit stones, gold spirit stones, wood spirit stones, water spirit stones, and earth spirit stones.

In addition to this, there were three black spirit stones and five purple spirit stones, each of which was the size of a fist.

Li Ke smiled, thinking that he had lost a lot of money if he didn't take the sword.

Now it seems that these spirit stones are what they need. With these spirit stones, cultivation can be improved again.

After placing the ring in the door of Zhongmiao, Li Ke was relieved.

I went to eat some food first, I haven't eaten for a few days, and this time I'm full.