Ice and snow, strong winds.

Du Ming followed the cold young man and stepped on a bridge made entirely of ice, looking at the end of the bridge, and at the end of the distance was a majestic and ethereal snow-white hall.

Du Ming didn't know what this long-standing real person was doing with him.

I didn't know him, and I didn't know what he was going to talk to me about.

He was also quite puzzled.

But doubts are doubts, he didn't ask what the reason was for this cold young man, this cold young man seemed to be silent, and the whole person looked like an ice cube at a glance, Du Ming really had no interest in sticking to other people's cold P shares.

He doesn't ask for anything.

After walking for about ten minutes, the two walked across the long bridge and entered the main hall.

When he was outside, Du Ming felt that the cold wind around him was like the condensation of thousands of sword qi, the wind was piercing and desperate, but the moment he stepped into the main hall, the coldness of Du Ming's whole body disappeared, and in front of the main hall was a long road, and the flames around both sides of the long road were burning, illuminating this otherwise dark world.

These flames are not ordinary light flames, but dark blue flames, which are bright and transparent.

He looked at the end of the hall ahead.

At the end there was a huge stone statue, the stone statue looked hideous, and there were three pairs of hands, a knife, a sword, a stick, a halberd, a spear, and a ring......

Each weapon is held in these hands, adding to the majesty and terrifying momentum, which makes people can't help but be in awe.

Below the stone statue, there is an old man in white kneeling.

Du Ming stood in the center of the hall and looked at the old man in white quietly.

"Uncle Shi, I've brought Tianjizi's seniors over. The cold young man bowed to the old man, and then said lightly.

"Well, you go down first. The old man's voice was a little dry, as if he lacked moisture.

"Yes, Uncle Shi. ”

The cold young man nodded, stood up, turned and left the main hall.

With the sound of a heavy door closing, the entire hall fell into an incomparably dead silence again.

The lights are still burning.

This dead silence lasted for a few minutes.

Du Ming was not in a hurry, just looked around, looking at every scenery in the hall, and his eyes were slightly curious.

The stone pillars around the main hall were carved with a lot of dense characters, Du Ming glanced at them a few times, but he found that he didn't know these words at all, and he didn't even know any of them.

"You're here. In the distance, the old man slowly stood up, and as he stood up, the lights around him suddenly flickered, and then returned to normal.

"Hmm. Du Ming nodded, in fact, standing in an unfamiliar place makes people feel very depressed, and it is easy to make people feel a sense of panic.

However, Du Ming has gone through so many ups and downs, and these ups and downs have made him accustomed to this kind of depression.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. The old man straightened his clothes, then turned his head.

"Wait for me for a long time......? You ......" When he turned his head, Du Ming, who was still calm, was suddenly startled.

This old man had no pupils, not only did he not have pupils, but his eyes were even white, and he looked extremely shocked.

"As you can see, I'm a blind man. The old man seemed to be accustomed to being surprised and shook his head, "A thousand years ago, despite the opposition of the predecessors of the Instrument Sect, I insisted on sacrificing and refining the divine soldiers, but in the end, I couldn't control the fire of the Yuan Infant, and the fire poison pierced my eyes and robbed my eyes. ”

"Sacrificial Divine Soldier, what kind of Divine Weapon are you refining?

"Feathered Immortal Sword. The old man smiled faintly.

"The Feather Immortal Sword is from your hand?"

The Feather Immortal Sword is a divine weapon held by the ancestor of the Feather Immortal Sect, and it is rumored that it can cut off all things in the world and kill all evil demons, and it also shines in the battle of the demons, but the only thing that makes people feel sorry is that the Feather Fairy Sword has been broken into two, and this peerless divine weapon has only become a legend since then.

"No, the Feathered Immortal Sword has existed five thousand years ago, and I am only responsible for repairing it, not forging it. ”

"Five thousand years ago...... When Du Ming heard this terrifying number, his heart was even more shocked.

The lifespan of a mortal is only a few hundred years, the lifespan of a cultivator in the Bigu realm can reach 800, and the lifespan of the Jindan realm above the Bigu is 2,000 years, and as for the Yuanying realm, it is just 5,000 years......

It is difficult to imagine what the concept of the number of 5,000 years is, in short, Du Ming, who has lived for more than 20 years, has no way to imagine such an astronomical number.

"Are you surprised?" the old man smiled faintly, although he saw anything, his perception was extremely sensitive, he felt Du Ming's breathing stagnate slightly, and caught the aura of surprise carried in this stagnation.

"Hmm. ”

"Long Aotian, three thousand years of the Demon War, with the power of one person to fight dozens of demons in the Demon Gate, and finally won the battle, but after that battle, Long Aotian is nowhere to be found, there are rumors, he stepped into the depths of the wilderness alone and is ready to break through the Yuanying Realm to the legendary Merge Realm, can you tell me, these three thousand years, where have you been?" The old man silently raised his head slightly, still looking towards Du Ming with a smile, and there seemed to be interest in his voice.

"......" faced the old man's question, Du Ming was silent.

He had nothing to answer.

"Is there a last resort?" the old man asked again after seeing that there was no sound in the void, and Du Ming's breathing was still calm, and he couldn't feel anything abnormal.

"I'm not Long Aotian, you recognized the wrong person. After a long silence, Du Ming shook his head.

"You're not?"

"Yes, I never said I was Long Aotian. ”

"Then who are you?" After the old man heard Du Ming's answer, his face froze slightly, as if he was in deep thought.

"My name is Du Ming, and my name is Tianjizi. Du Ming looked at the old man lightly and said his psychological words seriously.

Silent.

The old man continued to silently turn in the direction in which Du Ming spoke, and the whole person seemed to be sensing the flowing forces around him.

When he felt that there was a pure dragon qi in Du Ming's body, and this dragon qi carried an extremely majestic warning meaning, he suddenly shook his head.

"I see, yes, you're not Long Aotian. ”

"Well, what is the matter with you suddenly coming to me?" Du Ming nodded, and did not continue to dwell on this topic.

He always felt that there was no point in him posing as someone else.

He is him, he is Du Ming, he is Tianjizi, but he is definitely not the once brilliant and powerful Long Aotian.

If he pretended to be him, if this dragon arrogant naively came to him one day, wouldn't it be a lot of fun?

"I have a request, can you show me your sword?"

"Look, you ......" Du Ming was stunned for a moment, and looked at the old man's pupilless eyes again.

You are blind, what do you think?

Take a look?

"Oh, though I am blind in my eyes, I am not blind in my heart. The old man understood what Du Ming meant, and immediately shook his head with emotion.

"No...... Du Ming touched the sword, then shook his head.

There are too many secrets hidden in this sword, and it is full of evil spirits, what if this old man thinks that he is an evil demon after seeing it?

It's life-threatening!

So show him the sword?

This is naturally to be rejected.

"Isn't it okay?" the old man was a little disappointed, although disappointed, but he was a little unwilling, "Then, can you let me touch your sword? You hold the sword, I only touch it lightly......"

"Why do you want to touch my sword?" Du Ming narrowed his eyes, thinking that this old man was weird.

"The sword is a fierce and spiritual thing, the higher the grade of the sword, the greater the aura of the sword, the greater the aura, the greater the ferocious aura, and even can control people's hearts, devour their masters, and make their masters fall into the devil's path. ”

"Oh, does this have anything to do with me?" Du Ming didn't understand on the surface, but his heart was slightly condensed.

Falling into the devil's way?

"After all, you are a master of the supernatural power of the Merge Realm, and your consciousness can suppress the fierce qi in the sword, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"Then why are you touching my sword?"

"Smack!"

Just as Du Ming's words fell, the old man suddenly knelt in front of Du Ming.

This kneeling startled Du Ming, what does this mean?

"What are you doing, hurry up!"

"Please let me touch your fairy sword to see if there is a fierce aura on your sword! When I finish touching it, I will tell you why I want to touch it!"

"You ......" Du Ming looked at the strange old man and was speechless for a moment.

His sword is definitely extremely fierce, do you still need to ask?

"I only have two days left to live in life, and the catastrophe of life is approaching, I can't do anything bad to you, please rest assured. ”

"You ......"

"Forget it, just take it!" Seeing the old man's pitiful appearance, Du Ming narrowed his eyes and held the sword in his hand slightly.

After all, the sword is in your own hands, so even if you touch it, there will be no problem.

"Yes!" the old man reached out and lightly touched the tip of his sword.

Then, his face turned extremely pale......

The strength in his body was constantly trembling as if it had been completely evacuated......

"You may, you are mortal...... There is no spiritual product, impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible...... It turned out to be not an immortal product but an ordinary product, it is impossible to ......" The old man's expression was extremely unbelievable, as if he completely subverted his cognition.

"What mortal?" Du Ming withdrew his sword, quite strangely.

"Mortal is the best sword...... Any sword I take from my Instrument Sect is higher than the grade of your sword, impossible, how can your sword be mortal!"

"Why do you want to take a mortal sword from a legendary Merge Realm powerhouse like you? Tell me, why? Could it be, is it ......?"

"And there is no ferocity in the sword body, this is impossible!"

The old man lowered his head and suddenly muttered frantically.

"The inferior sword, mortal, ferocious, what does this mean?" Du Ming was even more confused by the old man's words.

How can this powerful sword of mine be inferior to the big road goods in this old man's mouth?

"Could it be that in order to be able to break through the Yuanying Fusion Realm, you also broke the Feather Immortal Sword like a Feather Daoist? Then, my conjecture is really right!"

"That'...... Feathered Immortal Sword, can't be reborn, can't!

"Please save me, my sect, please save us......"

"Please, please......"

At this time, the old man suddenly knelt in front of Du Ming as if he was crazy, and kept kowtowing.

Du Ming was stunned......

No matter how high his IQ is, he doesn't know what kind of battle this is......