Lei Ya grabbed the old man beside him with a weathered face, and asked very eagerly, "It's awake, right?" Right! ”

The old man gently brushed away Lei Ya's hand, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes that were pulled up by Lei Ya, and replied unhurriedly: "Why be so surprised, since the female doll of the Jun family has awakened, of course it will see the light of day again." ”

How long has it been silent? I don't remember...... Is it a hundred years, or a thousand years?

Lei Ya still remembers that when he first heard his grandfather talk about it, he was still a babbling child, and now he has lived for more than two hundred years, with gray hair.

The old man sighed and said meaningfully: "I only hope that she can become a member of the Jun family who can take on heavy responsibilities, not the second, Jun Yao." ”

This name was suddenly mentioned by the old man, and everyone present seemed to be poked in the sore spot, and invariably chose to be silent.

"She won't." Lei Ya's voice was low, as if he was speaking to himself, "She is different from Jun Yao, I believe it." It's just that when Junbi knows all the truth, Lei Ya can't guarantee whether she will be like now.

Junbi came to the center of the shallow pit and slowly squatted down. The throbbing of her chest became clearer and clearer, almost freeing herself from the bondage of flesh and bone, screaming and manic, trying to find what attracted her as soon as possible.

Unfamiliar, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Jun Bi involuntarily opened his palm, slowly pressed it to the ground full of debris, and closed his eyes. Sharp shards cut through her palms, hot blood dripping from her fingers, slowly wetting the dirt on the ground and continuing to flow through the cracks of the debris.

But Junbi didn't feel the slightest pain. The wound, which could heal quickly on a normal day, is also unusual, oozing blood out without interruption. The blood is like a spider's web, weaving dense veins, gradually spreading and expanding in all directions.

Unconsciously, with Junbi as the center, all the fragments in the shallow pit were connected by a blood net. Then the shards began to rise eerily and float in midair. Time stood still for a moment, and then the pieces came back together at breakneck speed. But in an instant, the outline in front of her was beginning to take shape.

Jun Bi raised his hand in a daze, a little bit unsure why he was so skilled and smooth in doing this set of movements. The wound in her palm had healed completely, and the massive loss of blood had made her face look a little pale, but she was still able to hold on.

"You're better than her." Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in Junbi's ears, and it seemed to appear directly in her mind.

"Who is she?" Jun Bi asked subconsciously.

"You'll find out later." The voice was ethereal and ethereal, resounding around Junbi, making her thoughts chaotic.

"Who are you?" Jun Bi secretly stabilized his mind and asked again. The surrounding debris began to whirl, and tiny pieces of sand grazed her cheeks, leaving a shallow mark on her skin.

Jun Bi took a step back and looked up, and the huge shadow that was erected gradually revealed a bit of sharpness. Dust and debris were glued together by scarlet blood, and a web of intertwined blood flowed slowly through it as if it had life.

"This is ......" Junbi was speechless for a while. When the debris and dust in the pit disappeared, the ground revealed light gray rocks, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than an illusory dream.

Junbi stood in the middle of the rock, hovering in front of her a giant sword as long as her height, the blade of which was messily covered in dirt and mottled and old.

"That's who I am." A clear and familiar voice came from the giant sword, "My name, Hyun Woo. ”

The moment the words fell, the dirt covered by the sword cracked with a click, and floated to the ground one after another. When the dirt was gone, what Junbi saw was a giant sword with a crimson blade wrapped in dark ink. The body of the sword is intertwined with blood-colored lines, and the blade is pitch black, faintly revealing an awe-inspiring momentum.

Just standing in front of the giant sword like this, Jun Bi felt a rush of killing intent from the distant and vast years, and even heard the screams and roars of the undead.

"Are you...... Machine Spirit? Jun Bi hesitated for a moment and continued to ask.

The greatsword was silent for a long time before he slowly replied, "I don't remember much. ”

It has been sleeping for so long that it has forgotten the time and a lot of the past. The only thing that remains of its memory is its previous owner. As for whether it is a machine spirit or not, and why it became a machine spirit, it is a blank.

It was only awakened by Junbi's breath, and the power in Junbi's bloodline allowed it to recondense the broken sword body and restore it to its original state.

Jun Bi stepped forward step by step, and the closer he got to Xuanyu, the more he could feel the strong bloody aura emanating from it, this was a sword stained with too much blood, both good and evil.

"So, you chose me?" Jun Bi said with some mixed feelings. Although this sword looked really good, the shallow dead silence that lingered around it made her heart feel a little suffocated.

"It's not me, it's you." Xuan Yu calmly replied, "You chose me. ”

As she spoke, the giant sword floating in mid-air slowly approached Jun Bi's body, and the hilt carved with intricate patterns was close at hand, as long as she raised her hand slightly, she could easily hold the sword in her hand.

"You can choose to accept it or give it up." Xuan Yu's tone did not fluctuate significantly, but he could feel a slight hint of loss in it.

Jun Bi quietly looked at the giant sword within reach, and couldn't help but feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart. I don't know if it's her illusion, this sword always conveys a kind of sadness that she can't ignore.

Junbi's emotions are extremely complicated now, like a tangled mess, constantly cutting, sorting and messing. Distinct intuition is suggesting to yourself that you can't want it, it's a problem, give it up. But a hand stretched out uncontrollably. Making a decision so recklessly is not like her choice.

When the fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, Junbi suddenly woke up, but it was too late. The carving on the hilt of the sword seemed to have a soul of its own at the moment of acceptance, turning into a tangled vine, climbing up her palm until it wrapped most of her arms.

Junbi only felt a sharp pain in her palm, and an irresistible force invaded her mind, infusing her with a large number of images that did not belong to her memory.

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Millions of corpses were ambushed, and thousands of miles of blood were shed.

She staggered to the wet, sticky ground, her feet covered with bloody severed limbs, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a scarlet blood. Tripped over something, she threw herself and knelt on a still warm corpse.

In a trance, she propped up her arms and looked around, and everywhere there were traces of blood that was either flowing or had curdled and dried up.

"Jun Yao, do you admit guilt!" A hoarse male voice suddenly sounded from in front of her, with indignation and rage, as if it longed to eat its flesh raw.

Jun Bi raised his head a little confused, not knowing what was going on, and wanted to ask him who Jun Yao was. But when the words came to her lips, they turned into a burst of crazy laughter, and she heard an unfamiliar voice in her throat, which was not her own voice at all......