"What's wrong?" Mochen touched his face, "Why are you looking at me like that?" ”

"Nothing, just remembered a lot of things to explain to you. Jian Que closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about everything about the evil spirit, and he said: "Over the years, I have tried countless times to challenge the evil spirit, but in vain, but because of this, he gradually relaxed his vigilance against me, and after all these years of lying on the salary and trying his courage, I finally understood his destiny. ”

"What fate?" Mo Chen was interested, he didn't expect that Jian Que would know so much about the evil spirits, and even the fateful gate had already been explored.

"His order door should be the incense burner. ”

"Oh, how did you know?" Mochen became interested, the incense burner would be the evil spirit's life, which he didn't expect.

Jian Que stretched out his hand and patted the ground, an invisible sword momentum spread, and the sound of clanging suddenly sounded, Mo Chen looked around, and the hanging long sword fell to the ground at the same time, straight into the ground.

"These swords were forged by the owner of this house, an old man surnamed Ding, who helped me and took care of me when I was depressed, so he was the only one who knew my origins, and it was his earnest teachings that awakened my fighting spirit. ”

"He is a blacksmith, and in order to help me challenge the evil spirits, he has worked tirelessly to forge a sword for me, and every sword hanging here has been forged and given to me by his own hands. Jian Que got up and grabbed a sword beside him, and the blade groaned softly, as if in response to him.

"Every time I fought with the evil spirits, I would go with a new sword, and finally come back with the shards, and he would reforge the pieces for me and hang them in the courtyard every day to repair them, and then forge a new sword for me. ”

"Over time, he has forged hundreds of swords for me, and when he handed them to me on the hundredth day, the first broken sword was finally completely repaired by him. From then on, these hundred long swords would always accompany me, and every day I would go up the mountain with the repaired sword, and then return with the broken sword, and the next day he would hand me another broken sword ninety-nine days ago. ”

"He passed away a few years ago, but before he left, he taught me how to practice the sword, and he believed to die that I would succeed in killing the evil spirits. Speaking of this, Jian Que laughed to himself, "This is probably because people always grasp the last glimmer of hope in despair, I buried him at the foot of the mountain, hoping that one day he will see that I succeeded." ”

Mo Chen listened to Jian Que's words, but there was no wave in his heart, he just frowned and asked: "But you also said that the sword of iron is difficult to hurt evil spirits, even if you try thousands of times, it will not change this ending." ”

"You're right, but you're not entirely right, because the Sword of Iron is not always the Sword of Iron. Jian Que smiled, laughing very madly, very stupid.

"Huh?" Mo Chen frowned, and then accompanied by the laughter of the sword shortage, the hundred long swords inserted in the courtyard made a piercing sound of Jin Ge tearing, Mo Chen looked at all this in surprise, the originally intact long sword actually cracked at the same time, and the Dao cracks crawled all over the sword body, and each one was not spared.

"Have you ever heard of the method of inducing the gods to cast shapes?" Jian Que laughed, the sword momentum in his body was wildly stimulated, causing the crack to spread faster, and after three breaths, the hundred swords immediately collapsed, and for a while, the fragments of the sword blade in the courtyard flew out sideways, forming a long river of sword blades flying in the air.

Jian Que put away his smile at this time, his face became heavy, he shouted violently, and quickly pinched a magic decision with both hands, and then the sword blades were not flying around, but gathered in one place, forming an iron ball more than one person high. Jian Que became short of breath, and his hands began to tremble violently, but he still insisted on finishing the magic trick in his hand, and then pointed to the iron ball in front of him.

Hearing a bang, the iron ball burst open in an instant, bringing up a puff of smoke and dust, and a familiar figure of smoke and dust appeared.

"This is!" Mo Chen exclaimed, he couldn't help but be surprised, because at this time, the figure in front of him was the strange man in white that he saw late that night, that is, the evil spirit in Xi Niang's mouth.

Surprised to see this person, the Yuan Gong in the ink dust body was raised, the ink sword on the waist was suddenly unsheathed, and at the same time, the cold yuan in the body erupted violently, and the white frost reappeared where he was standing under his feet.

"Ahem, don't make a move. Jian Que's face was pale and colorless at this time, his legs fell to the ground, and then he began to cough violently, coughing while stopping Mo Chen.

Mo Chen really didn't use his sword, because he found that the white-clothed strange man in front of him had his eyes closed, his body stiff and standing motionless in the courtyard, and at the same time, although his body faintly exuded a demonic aura, it was not as powerful as he had seen that day, at most it was about the seventh layer of the building.

After a false alarm, Mo Chen put away his sword, calmed the cold yuan in his body, and reached out to help the sword from the ground.

"What's going on, what is the Divine Casting Form?" asked Mochen as he helped the sword back to his seat.

"Ahem. Jian Que still coughed constantly, it seemed that he had spent a lot of energy, and the whole person was a little sluggish.

"Over the years, I have used these hundred swords as a use, and often go to challenge the evil spirits, although every time it is in vain, but the evil spirits will never think that I have already engraved the secret art in these hundred long swords, every challenge, every break, will make the sword body infected with a trace of yin evil ghost power, once or twice is nothing, but in this writing year I have obtained a little from the evil spirit countless times, and over time, you can use the secret technique set in the sword with the magic to complete the role of attracting the gods. ”

Jian Que said, stretched out his hand and pointed to the figure condensed in the courtyard: "This is the result of the formation of the gods, this body is no different from the body of the evil spirit except that it has no mind, in other words, he also has the body of the evil spirit, and he does not have the body of the evil spirit, at this time, you look at it again." ”

Mo Chen's eyes froze, and he understood the words of the sword, only to see that the evil spirit body also had an incense burner in his hand.

"Is this, the Parasite?" said Ink Dust.

"That's right, this incense burner is the essence of the evil spirit, and it is also where his life is. Sword Defect nodded, his voice getting weaker.

"I've waited so many years just to wait for someone who will help me enough, and although I knew there was little hope back then, if I didn't do it, there would be no hope today. God willing, my luck has been very good, and finally I have been waiting for you. Jian Que stared at Mo Chen, his eyes flashed with Dao essence, and although his tone was weak, it carried a sense of expectation.

Mo Chen sighed, "Don't be so excited, you first drink this drop of heavenly marrow to restore your energy, and then tell me, what is the use of this divine casting, and how it will help me." ”