As a cultivator, Ling Yu naturally knew how serious it was for the blade that had accompanied him for many years to be destroyed. Because in the hearts of cultivators, the weapon that has fought with them for many years is not only a sharp blade, but also a partner in life and death, a close friend who is extremely loyal to him and will never leave him.

"No, boy, you are the one who made the shot, and you are the one who holds the sword. I haven't taken any precautions in this process, it can't withstand my Heavenly Rank Holy Power and shatters!" Seeing the murderous Ling Yu, Luo Yang shrank his neck in fright, he quickly retreated, and waved his hand at Ling Yu and said.

"That's your business, anyway, my friend's weapon is broken, you will be responsible!" Ling Yu stole a glance at Duanmu Yuhan, and when he saw the other party showing his fist, he had no choice but to sigh in his heart: "Luo Yang, no matter what, I wronged you first today, if you don't carry this pot, then I will be in danger." ”

"Wait, boy, don't be impulsive, old man, I have a way to restore that little girl's sword. Seeing that Ling Yu was unmoved, still rushing towards him, Luo Yang turned his heart sideways and shouted in a deep voice. Although he didn't want to restore the sword with divine power, he was forced by the situation.

Hearing Luo Yang's words, Ling Yu really stopped, he looked at Luo Yang with a playful expression, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and asked softly: "Do you really have a way to restore Yuhan's sword?" ”

"Joke, this instrument spirit is a chaotic spirit that transcends all things in the universe and lives with heaven and earth, how can it be possible to deceive you two little dolls. Seeing Ling Yu's distrustful look towards him, Luo Yang was furious. He turned over and jumped up, pointed at Ling Yu with his hand, and said with a proud expression.

Seeing Luo Yang boasting like this, Ling Yu nodded lightly, he and Duanmu Yuhan glanced at each other, and the two retreated to the side, quietly waiting for Luo Yang's move. In fact, Ling Yu and Duanmu Yuhan were not as angry as they appeared, they just didn't understand the seemingly young machine spirit in front of them, but they actually knew the heavens and the earth, and they just wanted to guess his depth through his behavior. Ling Yu could see that although the villain in front of him didn't look very old, through his words, Ling Yu basically believed that he was Jintian Luo Parasol. It's just that his character made Ling Yu a little stunned.

Seeing that Ling Yu and the others had withdrawn far enough, Luo Yang walked to the pile of broken blade fragments, only to see his palms interlocked, and his two thumbs tightly pressed together. With Luo Yang's roar, a dazzling golden light erupted from the junction of his two thumbs. Under the illumination of the golden light, the blade fragments on the ground seemed to be pulled and sucked into Luo Yang's palms. Then, Luo Yang had words in his mouth, but the words he said had never been heard by Ling Yu and the others. It was a kind of incantation-like chanting, like an ancient Chinese language, but it seemed to be older than the ancient Chinese language.

When the fragment of the weapon was sucked into Luo Yang's palm, he handed the blade in the shape of a ball to his left hand, and at the same time he bit the thumb of his right hand, forcing a drop of blood from his thumb to fall on the blade fragment. Although Luo Yang was in human form, his blood was not red, but an unusually dazzling dark gold. The liquid was very viscous, like an old wine that had been sinking for hundreds of years. The moment the golden blood collided with the blade, the blade fragment changed from the original light blue to bright gold. Finally, Luo Yang clasped the blade fragments with both palms and pulled them apart to the sides at the same time. As he moved, a brand-new short sword floated between his palms, and this sword was the one that Duanmu Yuhan had broken before. After restoring the Immortal Rank Blade, a pale appeared on Luo Yang's face, and it seemed that the action just now had consumed a lot of his spiritual power, but his appearance had become younger.

Luo Yang held the sword in his hand, and the sharp blade shook gently with Luo Yang's fingers. At the same time, a spiritual fluctuation was transmitted into the sea of consciousness of Ling Yu and the others, and that fluctuation was not issued to Ling Yu and the others, but to Luo Yang, but it was clearly captured by Ling Yu and the others.

"Thank you for the grace of your predecessors!" When that fluctuation came out, Ling Yu guessed that the source of this fluctuation was Duanmu Yuhan's broken sword. That blade was originally an immortal-level weapon, and there was a weapon spirit, and it was the weapon spirit that Luo Yang had just saved that weapon to revive.

The blades in the world are divided into four grades: heaven, immortal, earth, and mortal, and the blades of all ranks are like weapons in the hands of butchers. The Earthly Blade is a blade that a practitioner carries with him, and although he has spiritual sense, he is very vague. There is a machine spirit in the immortal blade, which can grow with the owner. As for the heaven-level blade, you can recognize the master by yourself. Yi Han's family is a well-known forging family in the Huaxia Continent, and they can repair broken blades, and even repair the spirit of ground-level weapons. But like Luo Yang, there are almost no people like Luo Yang who can restore the appearance of immortal-level blades and resurrect the machine spirit and reincarnate them. Among all the weapons in the world except for mortal ranks, the most important thing is the weapon's spirit, not its forging materials and form. If the spirit is dead, then the blade only has a form and no god, on the contrary, if the spirit is still there and the blade is broken, it still has super lethality.

Seeing Duanmu Yuhan's respectful attitude towards Luo Yang, Ling Yu and Duanmu Yuhan finally believed that Luo Yang was really the instrument spirit of Jintian Luoyang's umbrella, and his identity should be what he called the Chaos Yuan Spirit. Therefore, after determining Luo Yang's identity, Ling Yu stared at Luo Yang intently.

"Boy, I warn you, don't look at me with that kind of obscene look, old man, I have been upright all my life, and I will never give in to unhealthy tendencies. Even though...... Even if you have a sword forged from the Primordial Stone, you can't threaten me!" Luo Yang looked at Ling Yu's eyes, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and said in a strong and dry manner. In fact, when he restored Duanmu Yuhan's sword before, it was not that he didn't think about escaping, but he had a last resort and had no way to escape. Back then, during the Great War of Gods and Demons, he was injured in his vitality, otherwise he would not have become so young.

", there is such an amazing girl by my side, where is your turn to be a freak who is not much older!" Seeing Luo Yang's slightly evil look, Ling Yu felt a chill in his heart. He hurriedly retreated a few steps away from Luo Yang. While pointing at the other party, he said with a look of disgust on his face.

"Okay, now that this little girl's blade has also been repaired, you have also obtained the key to Tianque, old man, I am leaving. Seeing that the disgusting Ling Yu was unbearable, Luo Yang's heart was dark. He dusted off his body, stood up as if nothing had happened, and turned to walk into the distance.

"Wait, you can't go yet. Because you still have two things to solve! You can't go anywhere until those two things are done, or you're ...... Hey, hey, you know the power of this broken sword. Seeing that Luo Yang wanted to escape by fishing in troubled waters, Ling Yu blocked his way and threatened.

"Boy, I warn you, don't take an inch! I can repair that girl's sword because of the holy blood of my Chaos Primal Spirit, but the broken sword in your hand is originally a remnant of the Heavenly Dao. And the machine spirit in him is even stronger than me, and I can't do anything about it. Luo Yang looked at Ling Yu vigilantly and refused righteously. In fact, it's really not that Luo Yang shirks, but that he really doesn't have the ability to repair the broken sword. The broken sword in Ling Yu's hand was originally a divine artifact produced in Hongmeng when chaos first opened, strictly speaking, the age of the broken sword was much older than Luo Yang, so he really didn't have the strength to repair the broken sword.

"I know you don't have what it takes to repair a broken sword, and I don't count on you. The reason why I won't let you go is because of something else. First, when I entered the enchantment before, my mind was bewitched, and I am still gray-haired and with a withered face, this should be caused by the power of your Chaos Elemental Spirit, right? Second, you are the supreme holy relic of the Shenwu Academy, and you are the foundation of the Shenwu Academy. The successive deans of the academy have suffered a lot in order to find you, so you must return to the Shenwu Academy with me. If you really have any troubles, just say to the old man Nangong Yu, after you reach a consensus, whether you soar for nine days or dive deep into the netherworld has nothing to do with me. Ling Yu played with the broken sword in his hand and said coldly. The reason why Ling Yu became old was due to this enchantment, and as a machine spirit, Jintian Luo's parasol must have a way to restore himself.

"I can do the first one, it's easy. Actually, you really surprised me, normal people have already turned into Dao if they are bewitched by this level of bewitchment. Even if it is a powerhouse in the Immortal Realm, I am afraid that they will be lost in their greed. I didn't expect you to maintain a trace of clarity after being bewitched, I think, even if that girl didn't wake you up, you wouldn't really turn into a Tao. As for the second thing you said, well, in fact, I have my own troubles! Forget it, I'll help you get back to normal first. Luo Yang shook his head when he heard Ling Yu's conditions, and said with a lonely expression.

After Luo Yang finished speaking, a little golden blood was squeezed out from the wound that had been bitten by repairing Duanmu Yuhan's sword just now. With a flick of his fingers, he dotted the drop of blood on Ling Yu's eyebrows. When the golden blood touched Ling Yu's forehead, a cloud of golden mist enveloped Ling Yu, and then, thin threads like silk drilled out of Ling Yu's forehead, wrapping Ling Yu's body. Ling Yu, on the other hand, kept recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye under the reflection of the golden light. When the golden light dissipated, Ling Yu had already returned to his normal appearance. Blue as ink, skin tight, iron arms strong and powerful.

Seeing that Ling Yu had returned to normal, Luo Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He sat slowly on the ground with his back against the tree, sweat dripping from his forehead, making him look extremely weak. At the same time, Luo Yang looked at Ling Yu's sturdy figure and Duanmu Yuhan's broken sword, and staggered vigorously, with a look of pity.

"It's just to get me back to normal, how can you feel like you've experienced a life-and-death battle? Besides, what kind of expression do you have, don't you just ask you to help me get back to normal, as if you lost money. Seeing Luo Yang's languishing color, Ling Yu slapped him on the shoulder and said jokingly.

"That's it? Do you know what the golden droplet I just popped into the center of your eyebrows is? That's my chaotic spiritual blood! Since the war between gods and demons, I have been silent for hundreds of thousands of years, and I have accumulated so many drops, and today I lost two drops for the sake of you two little dolls, do you think I should be distressed! Chaotic spiritual blood is equivalent to the blood of your cultivators, and now that both drops have been forced out by me, do you say that I am not weak!" Hearing Ling Yu's words, Luo Yang jumped three feet high as if he had guessed his tail, glared at Ling Yu angrily, and shouted loudly.

Seeing Ling Yu's gloating look, Luo Yang sat down on the ground again with his head down, and after a long time, he sighed and said to the two: "Anyway, it's still early today, why don't you let me tell you my story." ”

"Boy, I know that you two are disciples of the Shenwu Academy, and you hope to find me and send me back to the Shenwu Academy, in fact, the Shenwu Academy is where I grew up, and I miss it very much. You've only spent two or three years there, while I've lived there for hundreds of thousands of years. To you, the Shenwu Academy is just an academy, but for me, it is my home! I don't want to go back there, but many things are not what I want, and the reason why I chose to live in seclusion in this Jedi is actually because I have to suffer!" Luo Yang said lonely.

Seeing that the machine spirit that was as shameless as Xiao Hei before suddenly became so sad, Ling Yu didn't know how to comfort the other party for a while. He could see that although Luo Yang was cunning and black-bellied, his heart was not bad, otherwise he would not have repaired Duanmu Yuhan's broken sword, nor would he have healed himself.

"Forget it, I know there are some things that can't be escaped. In fact, when I saw you coming with a broken sword in your hand, I knew I couldn't dodge. Moreover, you are still a person of the Heavenly Inheritance in this world, and it is enough that you can find two Heavenly Keys. Nine, you're finally here. Now that many things have reached the point of no return, some people have endured endless years, some people have conspired for eternity, and it is time to put an end to it. Boy, you are the chosen one, and in that case, I will tell you my story. Luo Yang put away his indifferent expression and spoke to Ling Yu.

It turned out that Luo Yang was indeed the instrument spirit of Jintian Luo Parasol, but as he said, he was not a divine weapon that had been cast or polished by manpower, he was a chaotic spirit that had existed since the Pangu Divine Venerable opened the world. After the Pangu Divine Venerable opened the sky, Luo Yang was inspired by the aura of the Pangu Divine Venerable, flew to Huaxia outside the sky, and finally fell to the land before the construction of the Shenwu Academy. Later, the Pangu Divine Venerable traveled outside the world, and the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor ruled China. He created Kyushu and built Shenwu, and Luoyang stood in the Shenwu Academy as the spire of a nine-story tower. The Xuanyuan Saint Emperor was originally a Chinese First Ancestor with great courage, so when he built the Shenwu Academy, it was also in line with the Heavenly Dao, and the spire of the nine-story tower was the very center of the Huaxia Continent, that is, the place where the spiritual energy of the entire Huaxia Ancestral Star was the most abundant. It's just that Luo Yang only had a wisp of divine consciousness at that time, so he was not discovered by the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor.

Later, the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor disappeared into the Huaxia Ancestral Star, and the Jintian Luo Parasol has been standing on the nine-story tower, he devours the essence of the sun and the moon, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth. After endless years of nourishment, finally at midnight with lightning and thunder, he broke through the shackles of heaven and earth and truly produced spiritual wisdom. After generating spiritual wisdom, Luo Yang's feelings for the traces of heaven and earth are better than before, and in a hundred years in the world, Luo Yang will grow an inch taller. Three thousand three hundred years later, the AllSky parasol has begun to take shape. After another 3,300 years, the stone blank of the Jintian Luo Parasol gradually peeled off, and in the last 3,300 years, Luo Yang officially grew into a machine spirit, which could be transformed into a human form. However, he had never manifested in front of the cultivators of the Divine Martial Academy. After many years, the war between gods and demons broke out, and it was precisely because of that war that Jintian Luo Parasol suffered unimaginable heavy losses, and he had to flee from Shenwu, go away, and survive his life.

At the time of the Great War of Gods and Demons, there were thirty-two Demon Venerables who wanted to level Shenwu, they knew that the Shenwu Academy was the place where Huaxia's ancestral qi was condensed, as long as the Shenwu Academy was destroyed, then Huaxia's aura would be self-discharged, and Huaxia would not be as brilliant as it used to be. Those thirty-two Demon Venerables are human races, there are outcasts in the Immortal Realm, there are creatures in the Demon Realm, and there are even evil ghosts who are sealed in the Netherworld. These people threw all their strength into a blow, wanting to blast the Divine Martial Academy to pieces. But Luo Yang knew the painstaking efforts of the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor, the Shenwu Academy was the foundation of Huaxia, and if the academy was destroyed, then Huaxia would inevitably be defeated.

Therefore, Luo Yang risked the danger of being wiped out and summoned the holy power of the Chaos Yuan Spirit to resist the anti-heaven attack of the thirty-two Demon Venerables. Seeing that their ultimate blow still did not destroy the Divine Martial Academy, the thirty-two Demon Venerables knew that Huaxia's qi was not exhausted, so they quickly retreated. And the Shura Hall even sniffed out the clues, so there was a move by the Shura Hall to turn against him. However, Luo Yang has always had doubts, he suspects that the Shura Palace's backlash back then was not only because he noticed that Huaxia Qi still existed, there should be other unknown reasons, but these were not things he could find.

After the war between gods and demons subsided, the Jintian Luo parasol was almost shattered. Although he used the holy power of the Chaos Yuan Spirit to protect the Shenwu Academy, an evil ghost who was sealed in the thirteenth layer of the Netherworld Hell poured a basin of blood on the Jintian Luo Parasol, causing Luo Yang to suffer an irreversible blow.

That demon was originally an extremely insidious hell demon, and during the war between gods and demons, he escaped the pursuit of Wataru and the other six monarchs and joined the demon race. And the blood he poured on Jintianluo's parasol was the killer weapon he refined with a secret method. The basin of blood was a mixture of the blood of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine young beings who had only been born for nine hours, and among those creatures were human babies, wolves, insects, tigers, leopards, and even young beings of other foreign races. It was once rumored in China that the beings within the nine hours of birth were the closest beings to the Heavenly Dao, because they had opened their minds but had pure minds, and they were the beings who could best accept the will of heaven and earth. And after the evil ghost slaughtered these creatures, the pure heart of the creatures turned into the most evil evil qi, and the evil qi of nearly 10,000 living beings covered the sky and the sun, and even made the heavens fearful. Therefore, although Luo Yang resisted the attack of the evil ghosts, he was invaded by those evil qi, although the evil qi did not kill Luo Yang, but it changed Luo Yang from an old man with fairy wind bones to a newborn baby. Moreover, Luo Yang's tens of millions of years of cultivation were destroyed and turned into ashes. Even the Holy Power of the Chaos Primal Spirit was tainted, and the Holy Power was almost dried up.

If Luo Yang is just a human cultivator who has been practicing for hundreds of years, then it is still a good thing to change from an old man to a baby, but as a machine spirit, what he has lost is nearly 10 million years of cultivation, in other words, if Luo Yang wants to return to the state he was in at his peak, it is simply a fool's dream. After the war, Luo Yang was disheartened. He didn't greet everyone in the Shenwu Academy, but directly escaped from the Shenwu Academy and went to the end of the world. Because his spiritual power was damaged and his cultivation was limited, he had no way to leave Huaxia, so he could only float aimlessly in the Huaxia Continent. Until one day, he sensed a different kind of spiritual power overflowing in the Southern Wasteland Realm, and that kind of spiritual power was not like the fluctuation of a cultivator's cultivation, but similar to the wonderful induction of spiritual sense. Jintian Luo Parasol found that he was inexplicably close to that induction. Therefore, he followed the vague sense to the Southern Wilderness.

After arriving in the Southern Wilderness, he followed the guidance of the induction in the underworld and came to the ghost land of the hidden pool, but he was never able to find the exact location of the source of the induction. Later, the ruins invaded Huaxia and were sealed in the ghost land of the hidden pond by the Huaxia cultivators, and when the ruins were impacting the seal, a crack was suddenly opened one day in the world at the bottom of the well, and Luo Yang entered here at that time. When he entered the bottom of the well, the crack was repaired in an instant, so that he could only be trapped at the bottom of the well, in a trance for a moment, and it was already ten thousand years.

After Luo Yang entered the world at the bottom of the well, he followed the induction to find the key of Tianque, perhaps his ability was very similar to the soldier key, so he was not hindered by that layer of enchantment, and went straight into the blue light curtain. When Luo Yang came into contact with the Soldier Spoon, he found that the Soldier Spoon could actually treat his injuries. So, Luo Yang stood next to the soldier spoon until Ling Yu and the others came to the bottom of the well.

After recalling, Luo Yang looked a little haggard, he looked at Ling Yu and Duanmu Yuhan, and said softly: "Actually, it's not that I don't want to return to the Shenwu Academy, it's just that with my current ability, I can't do anything for the Shenwu Academy at all." In the past hundreds of thousands of years, I have found that the situation in the Star Sea has become more and more intense, and many existences that have long disappeared have suddenly manifested in the Star Sea. Moreover, I found out that the era of martial arts has begun. The Martial Arts Era is different from other great worlds, and in the Martial Arts Era, all situations can happen. Even a saint who is proud of the eons may become someone else's whetstone in the Martial Arts Era. In addition, I sensed that there seemed to be an extremely evil desire at work in the sea of stars, and that power was so powerful that even when I spied on it, I was cut off of nearly a hundred years of cultivation. But correspondingly, I seem to see that there is also a strong righteousness fighting against it, and these two sides, and even many forces, are so powerful that they exceed my expectations. Therefore, the reason why I am reluctant to return to Shenwu is that in addition to being unable to shelter the Shenwu Academy, I also have a trace of timidity, because I am really afraid. "Chinese network first release Chinese network update fastest mobile terminal:://

Hearing Luo Yang's words, Ling Yu's heart moved, he stared at Luo Yang's eyes tightly, and asked softly, "Who is the evil force you are talking about, is it a cultivator who can control the power of time and space?"

"I don't know, because I've only spied on them, but haven't seen them at all. However, on the side of the righteous heart, I remember a woman. She was dressed in a wedding robe and wore a mask with green teeth and fangs, this person had a lot of connections with the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor. Luo Yang shook his head, he recalled for a long time, and said to Ling Yu.

"The woman in the wedding robe? Who is she? What does it have to do with Huaxia? Why did she help Huaxia Zuxing again and again?" Ling Yu frowned slightly, chewing Luo Yang's words carefully, and fell into deep thought.

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