Uncle Li took out a ring and said, "Young Master, this is what the old slave has prepared for you, the token to enter the Sword Sect, the secret ancient books of the Xianwu Continent, and the spirit stone used for cultivation." ”

Wind Weeping Soul looked at the ring, I don't know why, looked at Uncle Li, and seemed to say, 'It's just a ring, where is the thing'. Uncle Li immediately explained: "Young Master, this is the Qiankun Ring, which contains Qiankun, and everything is in it. ”

The Wind Weeping Soul Heart Tian moved slightly, could this be the mustard seed space rumored in the Immortal Cultivation Realm?

I took it casually, pondered for a while, and looked at Uncle Li again: How to use this.

Uncle Li smiled and said: "Look at the old slave who is confused, the young master needs to drop blood to recognize the master, and after recognizing the master, the young master can explore its space, and with a move of his mind, it will take a moment to take things." ”

Wind Weeping Soul did as he said, dripping a drop of blood on this Qiankun ring, the ring absorbed the blood, and Wind Weeping Soul realized that he had some kind of connection with the ring, and drove the mind, and a warehouse space appeared in the mind.

I don't know if it's the mind that enters it, or if the space reflects the thought.

This is indeed a lot of things, and there is actually a space of hundreds of square meters, which can accommodate a small mountain.

Looking at the four piles of shiny stones, stacked in turn according to the spiritual power contained in the spirit stones, Feng Weeping Soul said in his heart: "This should be the cultivation spirit stone that Uncle Li said." ”

In this regard, the wind weeping soul did not have much interest, and his eyes turned to other things, Uncle Li was very well prepared, with clothes, tents, wooden barrels, tables and chairs, dishes and chopsticks...... Everything you can use is ready.

On a black spirit wood table, there are two things, one of which is each sword-shaped jade pendant, which should be a token of the Rudao Sect; The second is a four-sided seal, which is carved on four sides with the green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, and the Xuanwu.

Yu Pei Wind Crying Soul passed by at a glance, but this Quartet Seal, Wind Cry Soul felt extraordinary, and there was a strange feeling, and I always felt that I should have a story with it in the future.

The rest except for a bookshelf in the corner, on which there are some ancient books, the wind weeping soul can recognize the words on it, and two of them are written with the words 'Secrets of the Xianwu Continent'. In the Xianwu Continent, the words used are also image words, so although the wind weeping soul has not been learned, it has been understood.

The Wind Weeping Soul Mind severed the connection with the Qiankun Ring, looked up at Uncle Li, and asked, "Does Uncle Li have any other orders?" ”

Uncle Li smiled and said, "Thank you, young master, the old slave is fine, I don't know what blade the young master likes?" There are a lot of blades in the underground secret room, so the old slave went to fetch them for the young master. ”

He was very happy in his heart, the Wind Weeping Soul cared about him just now, something that had never happened in eight years.

It is true that the Wind Weeping Soul was a cold-blooded killing god in his previous life, but he is also a person, he ignores his life and doesn't care about life, but his heart is not a cold cold stone, it is a heart that flows blood, and he has been with Uncle Li for eight years, how can he have no emotion.

"Weapons?"

Wind Weeping Soul frowned slightly, and then said, "I'll choose it myself." ”

Uncle Li bowed down and said, "Okay, young master, I'll open the secret room for you." ”

Uncle Li cleaned up the table, rolled up the carpet, and revealed a secret door, touching the mechanism, the secret door opened, and a stone staircase appeared in the eyes of the wind weeping soul.

The wind weeping soul went down the stone steps, and Uncle Li followed behind him.

There is no light in the underground chamber, and it appears somewhat dark.

The Wind Weeping Soul was dressed in red, and it didn't look weird in the dark, but it fit perfectly.

I don't know if the darkness chose him, or if he liked the dark.

With the faint light, the Wind Weeping Soul could see a lot of blades in the secret room, fifty or sixty handles, mostly swords, less guns and sticks, and fewer axes and hammers.

Although there is a mud and dust seal, it is sharp and scattered, and these blades are extraordinary.

The eyes of the Wind Weeping Soul crossed the blades one by one, there were righteous path divine soldiers with a mighty and long-lasting spirit, and there were cold demon dao sacrifice weapons, but none of them caused the Wind Weeping Soul to stop.

His eyes froze, and a blade came into the eyes of the Wind Weeping Soul.

A knife, standing in a corner, covered with dust.

The handle of the knife is a section and a half feet long of muddy iron, the blade is only an inch wide, three feet long, the whole is streamlined, it is too simple, like a piece of iron inlaid on the muddy iron, if there is not a blade oblique, it is not a knife.

Wind Weeping Soul's eyes fixed on the knife, and the knife seemed to feel it, emitting a faint silver light.

Click~!

The knife emitted a breath, shook away the mud and dust, and flew towards the Wind Cry Soul, which also opened its palm, and the handle of the knife naturally fell on his hand.

The wind weeping soul danced a few times, not light, not heavy, silent.

"Good knives!"

Wind Weeping Soul said, this is a murderous knife, just like him, the knife has no box and no sheath, he has no name and no surname.

"Uncle Li, does this knife have a name?"

Uncle Li bowed: "There is no name, the young master has a divine soldier, and the name can be determined by the young master." ”

Wind Weeping Soul looked at the knife in his hand: "Is that so?" It's good, it's terrifying. ”

The Soul Knife, a matchless killer, appeared.

The knife is out, frightened; The knife falls, and the soul is broken.

In the Xianwu Continent, the Wind Weeping Soul has zero cognition of this world, and after eight years of life, in addition to cultivation, it is cultivation, and the only thing that I know is that this world is also divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold in winter and hot in summer.

In his previous life, he was at the peak, unmatched, as soon as the killing god came out, the blood stained thousands of miles, his name was a taboo, and the mention of it changed color, and the cold entered the soul.

He was lonely, he didn't know what he was living for, and the Hell God seemed to be just a sign that he had been in this world.

Autumn is late, and the night is deep.

Wind Weeping Soul left Aoki Peak and walked for a day, I don't know how many distances he walked, I don't know where he went, he only had one goal, to go to the Sword Sect, as for whether he can become a disciple of the Sword Sect, everything depends on fate.

"What is the purpose of sending me here?"

At the top of the cliff, the wind weeping soul looked up at the starry sky and muttered.

In his previous life, he was invincible in the world, no one could be the sword of killing gods, and he felt that there was still a realm above the innate nature, but in the era of the end of the Blue Star, it was no longer possible.

In order to add a touch of color to his life, he explored the path of the sages and explored the ruins, never expecting that the ruins would be his end.

"No matter what the purpose of getting me here, but this world seems to be very exciting, let me go through it, and tell the world that I have been here."

The eyes of the wind weeping soul glowed with a faint light, which was a little more powerful than the cold moon in the sky.

Put the Horror Knife aside, take out the secrets of the Xianwu Continent and start reading, if you want to explore this world, of course, you must first understand some basics.

"Cultivating immortals, martial artists, it turns out to be like this, it's really interesting, the existence of immortal cultivation in the previous life is in the legend, I don't know if I have the qualifications to cultivate immortals."

Cultivating martial arts meridians, cultivating immortals has spiritual roots.

In the past eight years, Wind Weeping Soul has never stopped cultivating, and his strength has surpassed his previous life by a lot, and he has even realized something that has never appeared in his previous life: sword intent.

It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, to read countless people than to read countless people, to read countless people is not as good as a famous teacher to guide the way, and it is better for a famous teacher to guide the way.

These are the words left by the master Venerable Feng Yilei before his death in the previous life, and I still remember it in my heart.

There is also a foundation, the secrets of the Xianwu Continent, you don't need to look at it, you have experienced it, everything can be known, and if you suffer a lot, people will naturally grow.

Putting away the secrets of the Xianwu Continent, the Wind Weeping Soul waved on the top of the cliff, and the movement was very slow, it was Tai Chi, but it was not Tai Chi. It is the move of Tai Chi, but it is not the softness of Tai Chi, the wind and weeping soul are in harmony with heaven and earth, but they are confused by this gratuitous killing.

This is the way that the wind crying soul deviated from the Tai Chi in the previous life, Tai Chi Killing Boxing, one move and one style, the killing intent is fierce, the fist moves at will, killing from the heart, when the opportunity arises, spare no effort, and kill Fang Xiu.

In the heart of the Wind Weeping Soul, killing one person is killing, killing a hundred people is also killing, as long as someone comes to send him to death, his knife never spares any strength.

The east is white, and the dawn is approaching.

The wind weeping soul was collected, scattered, bloody and red, and the night released him again, and the cliff was even colder.

On the occasion of setting off for the morning light, Uncle Li told the Wind Weeping Soul that the Sword Sect was in the direction of the rising sun, and the foot distance was fast, arriving in two months, and the foot distance was slow in three months.

Uncle Li is a relative, and the wind weeping soul arrived in January.

Descending the mountain, walking quickly, one step is ten zhang, thousands of miles can not be under the feet.

……

Taixuanchen Palace, no vain end, celestial astrolabe.

An old man, with white hair and white beard and white clothes, holding a yin and yang plate, inlaid with a 10,000-year-old tortoise shell, with ten thousand stars in his eyes and a lock in his palm.

Poof~!

After about a cup of tea, the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"The heavenly machine has been chaotic, the heavenly machine has been chaotic, the blood demon world, the divine dragon is out of the wilderness......"

Before the old man finished speaking, the man fell, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

……