Chapter 42 A thousand years later, there are people who remember you

"My name is Broken Waves, and I am the new supreme of Shenzhou."

Faced with the inquiry of the First Evil Emperor, Wutian explained his identity.

"You are the new supreme of Shenzhou!"

A look of surprise appeared on the face of the First Evil Emperor.

Although he retreats to the mountains and wilderness and does not ask about the world, there is still such a female disciple as Dugu Meng, who is not completely out of contact with the outside world.

Therefore, the First Evil Emperor also has a certain understanding of what is happening on the rivers and lakes.

Such a major event as the Supreme Zen Throne, the First Evil Emperor naturally knew about it.

Moreover, for the legend of Wutian, the new supreme, the First Evil Emperor has not heard much from Dugu Meng.

After the First Evil Emperor was surprised, he took it for granted again, and said, "It turned out to be the Supreme in person, no wonder he suppressed my demonic nature with just one sentence." ”

His magic sword is extremely powerful, but if it is the supreme who has defeated the martial arts heroes, he may have the means to deal with his magic sword.

The First Evil Emperor had no doubts about Wutian's identity at all, and after he learned of Wutian's identity, he asked Wutian again: "The Supreme Lord, why did you come to see me, a mountain and grass people?" ”

Wutian said: "As the supreme of Shenzhou, I am thirsty for talent. ”

"According to legend, the first evil emperor came out of his mother's womb and was the first in everything. Your sword is stronger than the Sword Emperor, and your sword is better than the Sword Emperor. ”

"It's a pity that such a talent dies in the mountains and wilderness, so it's better to come out of the mountains to assist me and achieve a great cause."

Wutian sent an invitation to the First Evil Emperor.

After the invitation, Wutian also specifically stated his conditions.

"I have most of the martial arts that have appeared in the land of Shenzhou for thousands of years, if you are willing to go out of the mountain, these martial arts cheats can be studied by you."

The First Evil Emperor's eyes moved slightly.

For a martial artist, the temptation of this condition is a little too great.

Even if it is the first evil emperor, it is inevitable that he will be tempted at this time.

Therefore, the First Evil Emperor couldn't say anything to refuse, but couldn't help but ask: "What big cause?" ”

Martial arts or not, in fact, it is not that important, the first evil emperor just wants to see what kind of high opinion this legendary supreme has.

Wutian Dao: "A thousand years later, there will be people who remember your name." ”

The First Evil Emperor couldn't help but say: "How is this possible, the rivers and lakes will never remember a person who is no longer there." ”

The former top ten martial artists were invincible, and even Emperor Shakti could defeat them, but such a strong man was not remembered by the Jianghu people.

Nameless is known as a martial arts myth, but because Nameless has not walked around the rivers and lakes for many years, those young people on the rivers and lakes actually don't know much about his prestige.

Jianghu is the most realistic.

If you become famous in a war, you can become famous.

However, an existence that has left the rivers and lakes, no matter how famous it once was, will be slowly forgotten.

That's why the First Evil Emperor thought that it was impossible for people to remember his name a thousand years later.

Wutian smiled and said meaningfully: "However, if a thousand years later, there are people who are cultivating the martial arts you created, so what?" ”

The First Evil Emperor said without hesitation: "The Demon Sword is too lethal and hurts the heavens, I won't pass it on to others anymore." ”

He knows a lot of martial arts, but the martial arts he is most proud of is the magic sword.

Although the magic knife is the pain of his life, it must be said that the magic knife is the limit of the martial arts of the First Evil Emperor.

So Wutian now says that a thousand years later, there are also people who practice his martial arts, and the first thing that the First Evil Emperor thinks of is the magic sword.

Wutian saw that the First Evil Emperor had such an attitude, and he didn't care, and maintained a confident look of seeing through everything, Dao.

"I know you don't want to teach the magic knife to others anymore, but the magic knife is destined to have a successor, who can use the magic knife perfectly in the future, control the magic heart with the ice heart, and practice the magic heart crossing."

Wutian said this, and the conversation changed.

"What I value about you is not the magic knife you created, but the talent you created the magic knife."

The talent of the first evil emperor naturally has nothing to say.

From the fact that he has such an arrogant name, but he was not killed, it can be seen that he is a very talented person.

Wutian affirmed the talent of the First Evil Emperor, and the First Evil Emperor also had a full understanding of his own talent.

Therefore, the First Evil Emperor did not doubt the truth of Wutian's words at all.

Some thoughts flashed in the heart of the First Evil Emperor, and he asked Wutian again: "Who is the destined heir of the Demon Sword?" ”

After all, the magic knife is the life's work of the First Evil Emperor, although the First Evil Emperor has long made the decision to let the magic knife be lost, but if there is a chance to pass on the magic knife to the right person, the First Evil Emperor is also very happy.

"It's Nie Feng!"

Wutian responded to the question of the First Evil Emperor.

"Nie Feng, the god of the wind!"

Nie Feng, the god of the wind, naturally has a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, as long as you are a person who understands the rivers and lakes, you must have heard of Nie Feng, the god of the wind.

The First Evil Emperor had naturally heard of Nie Feng's name.

After recalling the legend of Nie Feng, the First Evil Emperor said with a deep meaning: "The old man will go to see Nie Feng in person." ”

He was very concerned about what Wutian said, but whether Nie Feng was qualified to inherit the magic sword or not, the First Evil Emperor would personally judge.

Wutian could see that the First Evil Emperor had already made up his mind in his heart, so he asked the First Evil Emperor: "First Evil Emperor, are you willing to go out of the mountain?" ”

The First Evil Emperor said without hesitation: "As long as the Supreme is not afraid that my demonic nature will get out of control and ruin the souls, I will be the First Evil Emperor." ”

He couldn't escape from the world, mainly because his magic knife was too dangerous.

The First Evil Emperor, who is armed with a magic knife and may go on a demonic rampage at any time, is an unstable bomb that will explode at any time.

The first evil emperor went into hiding, on the one hand, because he was disheartened, and on the other hand, because he wanted to minimize his harm.

If Wutian didn't worry about his demonic rampage, then, looking at most of the martial arts that had appeared in the land of Shenzhou for thousands of years, the First Evil Emperor would also be willing to go out of the mountain.

Moreover, the means that Wutian Fang showed also proved to the First Evil Emperor that he could indeed suppress his demonic nature.

"You don't have to worry about the magic knife, if you really help me, I can assure you that as long as you don't want to, from now on, you will never fall into the devil again."

A serious commitment to the sky.

With his ability, there is naturally no problem in making such a promise to the First Evil Emperor, so when Wutian said this, there was unparalleled confidence in his tone.

Dugu Meng originally had some problems with Wutian, but the second dream explained to Dugu Meng that the real Dugu Fang had died in the Sword Sect twenty years ago and proved it to her.

Dugu Meng let go of his hatred and went out of the mountain with his master, the First Evil Emperor.

(PS: I drove for more than two hours in the afternoon.) Those who came back after nine o'clock in the evening actually didn't want to write this chapter, but they still had some time, so let's write it. )