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This is the spiritual peak where the disciples of the law enforcement elder Ximen Muye practice sword cultivation, and it was originally regarded as a sword path holy place, but since the Broken Heaven Sword Spirit left, there is not much difference between this and ordinary peaks.

Ximen Muye had already arranged his other disciples to practice in some spiritual power arrays in the family mansion, and only one figure was still waving the long sword in his hand again and again on the Wangjian Peak, which had been barren, at this moment, practicing the holy method of swordsmanship.

"Wind Thunder Kendo!!"

Feng Ning's face was covered with tired sweat, and his weakened body had just recovered and had been practicing on this Wangjian Peak for three whole days and nights, without stopping for a moment.

He is one of the lucky ones, and after recovering from the damage of his soul, he has no sequelae.

He is also the object of the deliberate tricks of tragic fate, this set of high-level holy laws [Wind and Thunder Sword Dao] has been practiced for three whole days, but he has not even touched the edge of the power of the law.

It's a desperate sadness.

Syllable!

Finally, Feng Ning, who had not closed his eyes for three days, suddenly fell to the ground with the long sword in his hand after another failed attempt, and the whole person stumbled, and then collapsed to the ground as soon as his legs became weak.

Tears.

Little by little, two unwilling tears spilled out of the corners of his eyes, slid down his cheeks, and rolled two muddy ravines on his dusty skin.

Unwilling!

Feng Ning is really unwilling!

Why!

Why can't he comprehend this set of high-level holy laws, such stupidity, such uselessness, and what to talk about carrying forward the afterglow of Murong Boss, I'm afraid that as soon as the newcomer is bigger, he will immediately become the lowest level of the Ximen family's personal guards!

"Whew!!"

The man didn't flick when he had tears, but Feng Ning's depression, grievance, unwillingness, and self-blame in his heart at the moment made him still can't help choking.

His whole person fell into a deep sleep in this sad and indignant mood.

......

"Poor boy. ”

Lin Yang slowly walked out from behind a big stone on the side, walked to Feng Ning's side, and waved his hand to lay down a spiritual power barrier to block the biting mountain wind on the top of the mountain.

"What's so pitiful? People with ordinary qualifications should not learn from other people's heroic dreams, and in the end they will only bring humiliation on themselves!"

Team Qin woke up after resting a few days ago.

He didn't have the slightest sympathy when he saw Feng Ning's appearance at this moment, and even directly summoned a sword spirit from Feng Ning's sword with a wave of his hand, which was the flying swordsman he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Hey, Uncle Fei, long time no see. Lin Yang greeted Murong Dabai.

"Humph!"

The flying swordsman also rolled his eyes directly as before, and turned directly to Team Qin: "This son has ordinary qualifications, unless he uses that method, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make a big difference." ”

That way?

Lin Yang's ears were sharp, and he directly grasped the key point and asked:

"Uncle Fei, is there any other way to change a person's innate qualifications?"

This is also a new thing for Lin Yang, after all, if the qualification can be changed, wouldn't it be too rebellious.

Team Qin coldly took over the words:

"There are ways, but they are also the same...... As far as I know, none of the people who became [Sword Slaves] were able to really succeed in doing that. ”

Sword slave?

Lin Yang felt a little bad when he heard it, and sure enough, in the explanation of the Qin team later, he heard a forbidden technique that had been lost for a long time.

[Sword Slave for Spirit Dafa].

This can be said to be a strange evil art that has reached the extreme, it is just the opposite of the idea of the warrior to accept the spirit pet or the spirit servant, but to sacrifice a person alive to the sword spirit, so that the warrior becomes the slave of the sword spirit, so that this body inherits all the abilities of the sword spirit.

This was different from Lin Yang borrowing the sword spirit spirit energy of the Qin team to fight.

If he became a sword slave, Lin Yang would be fully manipulated by Qin Zhaozhong, and in the end, he would completely lose his consciousness and disappear from this world forever. (This is somewhat similar to Lin Yang's relationship with the Fire Emperor...... ）

Therefore, the exchange of the sword slave for the spirit, called the exchange of the spirit, can make an ordinary warrior reborn, in fact, it is to contribute his body to the sword spirit, in exchange for a short period of talent and strength, but the ultimate price is his own life.

"Of course this can't work!" Lin Yang naturally wouldn't push Feng Ning into this fire pit, but he asked again: "Team Qin, according to what you just said, some people can finally get rid of the fate of being devoured by the sword spirit?"

"Yes, but almost no one has ever succeeded. Team Qin nodded: "Only that kind of warrior with an incomparably strong will can reach a state of [coexistence] with the sword spirit in the end, turning from a servant to a friend, but this is just a legend ......"

After the Qin team hesitated for a while, they looked at Lin Yang and said meaningfully: "The exchange of sword slaves for spirits is used to cultivate the dead soldiers who charge in the Zhurong Yan Army...... We want powerful warriors who are completely controlled, and we have never heard of anyone successfully escaping the devouring of the sword spirit, you know?"

Lin Yang was stunned suddenly, and immediately reacted:

"Team Qin, you've been eyeing Feng Ning for a long time, and you want to use him for experiments?"

No wonder, Qin Zhaozhong would promise Lin Yang to help an irrelevant outsider before the selection of spirit sword materials, this was not like his style in the first place, it turned out that he had already let the flying swordsman observe whether Feng Ning's physique was suitable for becoming a sword slave.

"Nonsense! Why would I have to put so much effort into it? Team Qin's coldness in the face of outsiders was chilling, he looked at Lin Yang coldly and said, "Lin Yang, don't forget the task on your body now...... Whether it is the Xia clan, or your parents, and the revival of the Great Zhenru Temple, these opponents do not have a strong team How to defeat them, the sword slave is the fastest and most effective way to cultivate masters!!"

"That's why you went to the Sword Shrine to bring out a million sword spirits......"

Lin Yang was so smart, he finally understood that Qin Zhaozhong's mind was so deep and far-reaching, and he had already begun to lay out everything as early as the Nine Heavens.

And the hole card power prepared by this mysterious strong man is outrageously strong, millions of sword spirits, that is millions of sword slaves!

Is such a huge power really just for the sake of a heavenly domain?

The answer, I'm afraid, is self-evident.

Lin Yang sighed lightly, and in a flash of his eyes, he had already regained his clarity.

This is the path to the pinnacle of martial arts that he has chosen, inheriting the grievances of the Emperor Lihuo, Qin Zhaozhong is helping him, or helping the Emperor Lihuo, these things have long been unclear.

But there is one thing that Lin Yang is clear, that is, everything Qin Zhao redid was to make himself stronger faster.

Sword Slave ...... It is indeed an extremely cruel method, but its efficiency and power really make Lin Yang tempted.

To put it mildly, if the person in front of him wasn't Feng Ning, he was afraid that he would have done it long ago with his original decisiveness, but in the face of the little brother who once admired him, Lin Yang sighed after all.

"Team Qin, do you need any methods for sword slave cultivation?"

"No, I just need this kid to sign the opposite soul contract with Ah Fei......"

"Then let Uncle Fei wait for him to wake up and show up, and make everything clear, I only have one request. Lin Yang has already made a decision.

"Don't worry...... No one can force him to agree as long as he doesn't want to. Next to him, the flying swordsman rarely added, and at the same time, a pair of sharp eyes had swept towards Feng Ning who was in a coma, and there was a faint appreciation in it.

Obviously, the perseverance of Feng Ning's character in the past few days has also deeply moved him, maybe this kid can really achieve the legendary realm and become a powerful martial artist who coexists with the sword spirit......

......

Lin Yang left Wangjian Peak.

He was almost certain that with Feng Ning's stupid boy character, he would definitely agree to become the sword slave of the flying swordsman without saying a word, in exchange for incomparably powerful power.

This...... It was Feng Ning's own choice of path.

He can only offer options, but he cannot interfere with the other party's choice.

People, whether they want to live painfully and ordinarily with grief and unwillingness, or burn the glory of life and achieve the supreme peak that they can't imagine.

It's a multiple-choice question that no one can tell right from wrong......

......

After reading Feng Ning, Lin Yang went straight back to his abandoned sword peak, and before he landed, he had already heard the lively and noisy shouts below.

Old man Ximenhao was talking and laughing loudly with the elders who came in the afternoon, enjoying the peak of his life.

Lin Yang was in a somewhat cold mood at the moment, so he quietly hid his breath, and directly came to his own hut in the back room, pushing the door in.

"Senior sister?"

Lin Yang's eyes widened, and inside the room, Wen Huizheng was shaking her legs impatiently, obviously waiting for Lin Yang for a long time.

"Stinky boy, where did you die?"

Although Lin Yang is no longer what it used to be, in Wen Hui's eyes, he doesn't want to admit that this thing is a super genius, after all, Lin Yang looks like a little scumbag of transformation now, and no matter how adventures there are, he has to have time to develop and grow, right?

At least you can step on him for a few more years!

"I went out to see a friend. Lin Yang saw Wen Hui, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he reached out to get the teapot on the table: "Senior sister drinking tea?"

"Drink!" Wen Hui was obviously dissatisfied with the humble environment here: "I've waited for you for so long, I'm bored to death." ”

"Oops...... Forgot to fetch water...... Lin Yang lifted the empty teapot, looked at Wen Hui and smiled embarrassedly: "Otherwise, let's not drink water, it's good to sit and chat!"

"Fetch water to !!"

Wen Hui just wanted to slap Lin Yang in the face.

......

After a while, the fragrant tea was finally brewed, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing, Wen Hui drank several sips in a row to calm down the small fire in her heart, and talked to Lin Yang about business:

"Lin Yi, Senior Sister has come this time to tell you an important matter on the orders of the Master Venerable [Elder Protector]. ”

"Senior sister, please speak. ”

Wen Hui obviously attached great importance to this matter, and her tone was a little dignified, and she said in a deep voice: "The newcomer Dabi in two months will be changed to the [Youth Martial Association] within the scope of all three generations of disciples!"

Here it comes!!

Lin Yang's hand holding the teacup shook imperceptibly, and he smiled calmly in his heart:

"This ...... Is that the method used by the Simons to evaluate me?"