Three thousand seven hundred and ninety-one years of the dragon calendar.

The ten major forces of Huangling Prefecture, led by the Dayan Dynasty, broke through the main mountain of Jiuhuamen, Shenling Mountain, and the millions of disciples under Jiuhuamen were hunted down and encircled by the ten major forces, and they were slaughtered in an instant.

Millions of people, corpses do not know how many mountains can be built, and blood does not know how many miles of sea can be soaked.

......

At the foot of the Falling Spirit Mountain, in a mountain stream.

The gurgling blood flowed through the stream, and a young man in a shabby green robe staggered to his feet on the flowing stream.

The young man's side was covered with blood, scorched earth, and in the midst of the flow was a black broken sword.

"How am I, not dead yet......"

The young man wiped the blood from his face, and his heart was full of surprise.

The gloomy sunlight swept through the dead wood and struck him in the face. The young man bowed his head slightly, and saw the face reflected in the stream of blood.

His pupils shrank, and he was so startled that he took two steps back, but he did not stand firm, tripped over a stone, and fell into the stream with a thud.

"My face, how did it become like this?"

In the reflection of the blood, there was a face that he was extremely unfamiliar with, but he was only a teenager, like a child.

But he is already twenty years old, how can he be a child?

This young man who got up from the blood and water, named Zhang Jingfan, is the chief disciple of Jiuhuamen, and once roamed the young generation of Huanglingzhou, and is known as invincible in the same realm.

A day ago, in the battle of Jiuhua Annihilation, Zhang Jingfan fought seventy-four martial arts powerhouses above him in a row.

Although he tried his best, he was still no match for the ten major forces, and he was seriously injured and retreated into the main hall on the top of the mountain.

In the end, the only seven remaining elders of the Jiuhua Sect, as well as sixty-seven disciples, activated the self-destruction mechanism of the mountain top hall, and everyone hanged themselves in the main hall.

Zhang Jingfan is also among them.

But now, why is he here?

And he has lost all his cultivation, and his appearance and body shape are completely different from before, as if he has changed his body.

Since you're still alive?

Master, are they still alive?

Countless doubts lingered in Zhang Jingfan's heart, but no one could solve his doubts.

In desperation, Zhang Jingfan got up, picked up the broken sword in the stream, and wanted to leave the Falling Spirit Mountain first, which was not safe.

"The people of the ten major forces may still be nearby, and they can't be taken lightly. ”

Since he is still alive, then he has to find a way to avenge this blood revenge for Jiuhua!

"Boy, you're finally awake. ”

Just as he was about to leave, a deep voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Jingfan's ears.

When Zhang Jingfan heard the voice, he was slightly stunned, and his eyes swept in all directions.

Around, there was not a single person in sight, only patches of scorched earth and corpses that had fallen from the top of the mountain.

"Who is it?"

Zhang Jingfan's whole person was on guard and spoke in a deep voice.

"You hold me in your hand and ask me who I am. ”

Zhang Jingfan's gaze quickly fell on the black broken sword in his hand.

How can a sword speak?

This sword is the sword used by Zhang Jingfan when he hanged himself in the main hall on the top of the mountain.

During the bloody battle in Falling Spirit Mountain, the spirit sword in Zhang Jingfan's hand was crushed by someone with great magical powers.

After retreating into the main hall on the top of the mountain, he took the black broken sword enshrined on the stone statue of the ancestor of Jiuhua, and finally, he also used this sword to hang himself.

Could it be that the remnant soul of the Jiuhua Ancestor is sleeping in the sword?

"Who are you?" Zhang Jingfan asked, looking at the black broken sword in his hand.

"You can call the deity the Venerable of the Dead. A voice came from the black broken sword.

"Venerable of the Dead?"

How could anyone have taken such a strange name?

"I don't care who you are, right now, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Zhang Jingfan said in a cold voice.

"The deity used supernatural powers to resurrect you and reshape your physical body meridians, and you have this attitude towards the deity?"

Zhang Jingfan's eyes shrank, and he said with some surprise: "You resurrected me? What about my master and brother?"

"The deity is sleeping in this sword, and you use this sword to kill yourself, the broken sword absorbs an ancient bloodline in your body, the deity wakes up, and in return, it resurrects you, as for the others, they are naturally dead. ”

Zhang Jingfan looked at the black broken sword in his hand, and was suspicious in his heart.

"I think, resurrect me, do you have another purpose?" Zhang Jingfan didn't believe that this person's purpose would be so simple.

A smile came from the black broken sword.

"Indeed, although the deity recovers, at most ten days, the deity will fall asleep again. ”

"Then you can sleep peacefully. ”

Zhang Jingfan replied, not wanting to waste more nonsense and time, so he took a step forward and prepared to leave.

Zhang Jingfan didn't believe in this inexplicable guy, the timing of his appearance was too weird, and he resurrected himself, I'm afraid there was some ulterior motive.

"The deity has consumed ninety percent of its power in order to resurrect you and reshape your physical body, and in a quarter of an hour at most, I will fall into a deep sleep again. If you leave the deity like this and leave, then you will not be able to avenge the revenge of Jiuhuamen. ”

Zhang Jingfan stopped, his face a little more solemn.

"You mean, you can help me get my revenge?"

"Maybe. ”

Zhang Jingfan smiled coldly and said: "The ten major forces are all over Huangling Prefecture, almost unmatched, you can't protect yourself, how can you help me take revenge?"

"The deity itself is difficult to protect, but the soul and memory of the deity are the most precious things in the world, but you, without cultivation, I am afraid that you will die if you can't go ten miles. If you want, we can make a deal. ”

"What deal?"

"The deity needs to be restored from slumber in your soul, and in return, the deity will integrate a part of the memory into your soul. ”

The sea of souls is where a person's soul is, and it is also one of the most important places for a person.

"If you enter my soul sea, am I not at your mercy?"

"If I want to be at your mercy, I will enter into the sea of your soul while you are asleep. Even now, you can forcibly open your soul sea, but all this is not what I want, what I need is the cooperation of you and me. ”

Zhang Jingfan was silent for a moment, a little hesitant in his heart, and he didn't know whether to believe what this person said.

Being able to resurrect oneself and even reshape one's own body shows that the existence within this sword does have extraordinary magical powers.

And what he said was not wrong, if he really wanted to forcibly rob his soul sea, the most important time to do it was when he was unconscious.

"What should I do?" Zhang Jingfan said after thinking for a moment.

For revenge, he was willing to take a risk.

"Don't resist, that's enough. ”

"Good. ”

Buzz –

In the middle of the broken sword, a dark light gushed out, and immediately, the broken sword came out of his hand and stood in front of Zhang Jingfan's eyebrows.

Zhang Jingfan's face was flat and did not make any resistance.

The broken sword pierced into Zhang Jingfan's eyebrows little by little, but Zhang Jingfan didn't even blink his eyes.

Eventually, a drop of crimson dripped from his forehead and slashed across Zhang Jingfan's blood-stained face, while the black broken sword disappeared completely.

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