"Young master, we are waiting for you to reach the realm, waiting for you to take us to see the light of day again. Xue Hong looked at Ling Feng who was leaving, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

He has spent countless years in this void, and people from the outside world have long forgotten their existence, the five war god generals, the five are all the existence of the peak of the realm, and it is very likely that Xue Hong and Yu Ying have already broken through the realm.

"Xuehong, did you say that the young master would take us out?" Yaksha frowned slightly, and he looked at Xuehong with some concern.

"He will, his cultivation realm is the way of the sword, and he believes every word he says, unless he falls before he meets his master's requirements. Yuying was silent for a while and said slowly.

"I also believe in him, I think he's reliable. Qinghuo also replied.

"Our young master is not simple, I dare say that none of the five of us have seen him through. The snow devil also spoke up.

Everyone didn't speak, after all, they all knew that what the snow devil said was true, no one knew Ling Feng's origin, and no one saw Ling Feng through, whether it was Yuying or Xue Hong, they only saw a little bit of Ling Feng's fur.

"No matter what he does, we just need to remember that when we wait for the young master to reach the powerhouse of the earth realm, the names of our five war god generals will shine throughout the world. Xue Hong's eyes were full of expectation.

Hearing Xue Hong's words, the four of them all nodded, for Ling Feng, the four of them had completely accepted it, this month of getting along, they all found that Ling Feng was a particularly hard-working person, he continued to cultivate every day, for him, cultivation was something that was integrated into his bones, and it would not work if he didn't cultivate.

He has paid ten times more arduous cultivation than ordinary people, only in this way can he survive in this world, and only in this way can he succeed.

Ling Feng's success was no accident, the reason why he was able to succeed had a lot to do with his penance.

At this time, Ling Feng had already left the Beixiu Palace, he looked at the edge of the land in front of him, his eyes were a little bitter, only to see a towering palace, the palace was exuding a strange energy, that energy was constantly brushing in his ears.

"Is this the Starry Sky Temple?" Ling Feng looked at the towering palace suspiciously, with some curiosity in his eyes.

Starry Sky Holy Land, the inheritance of the Starry Sky Sword Saint, Ling Feng was very careful, after all, he didn't want to fall short at the last moment.

"Ink, is this the palace of the Starry Sky Sword Saint?" Ling Feng looked at the painting spirit ink suspiciously, and there was some bitterness in his eyes.

"This is the master's palace, I didn't expect that after so long, countless years have passed, and I can still return to the palace. Shui Mo's voice was obviously a little excited, and Ling Feng was also a little bitter when he looked at this scene, he didn't know why Shui Mo would say that.

Endless years have not found the Starry Sky Temple, not everyone can shuttle through the void, even the Starry Sky Sword Saint who is as strong as the Northern Xiu Demon God does not dare to wander around the void at will, after all, there are too many crises in the void.

"Why are you looking for the Starry Sky Temple?" Ling Feng looked at the ink with some confusion, a little curious.

He didn't understand the use of a painting spirit looking for the Starry Sky Temple, so he didn't dare to say anything, just quietly looked at the ink.

Shui Mo was silent for a while, looked at Ling Feng and said, "Because it's not complete, my strength has only reached one-tenth of the peak. After a pause, Ink seemed to be afraid that Ling Feng wouldn't understand, "Now I'm just a crippled instrument spirit." ”

"Broken machine spirits?" Ling Feng was a little curious, he had never heard that machine spirits were still mutilated.

"The Star Atlas was originally the master's sword, but the sword of the First World War was broken, the galaxy was broken, and finally the Star Atlas turned into painting ink, and only when I returned to the Star Sky Temple did I have the opportunity to restore the appearance of the sword and severely damage the prestige of the Star Atlas. Shui Mo sighed slightly and looked at Ling Fengdao.

The Star Atlas Killing, a powerful artifact in the primeval period, even the Natal Demon Sword in the hands of the arrogant Saint Venerable cannot be compared with the Star Atlas Killing, after all, the Star Atlas Killing is too rebellious.

Xingjian Diagram, composed of hundreds of landscape paintings, each swing of a sword, like a river undulating, giving people a strange and unpredictable feeling.

This is not the most terrifying part of the Star Atlas Killing, the Star Atlas Killing is a space of its own, and demons are rampant in the center of that space, unless you have no desires, no one can escape the breeding of demons.

"The sword is broken, the galaxy is broken, what kind of battle is this?" Ling Feng's heart was boiling, he had never experienced any major war, naturally he had never felt that kind of scene.

"Monk, go against the sky, fight with the sky, fight with demons. The ink seemed to see Ling Feng's yearning.

"Fight with the sky, fight with the demons!" Ling Feng muttered to himself, in this void, Ling Feng had learned a lot, and he naturally knew the meaning contained in these words.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, he looked at the ink, there was a hint of indifference in his eyes, he knew that the reason why the ink said this was that he was afraid that he would surrender to the feet of the heavenly dao and become a lackey of the sky.

"Ink and water, I didn't expect that after these endless years, you finally returned here, is it worth it for you to do this?" A voice of vicissitudes suddenly came from the air, and I saw a young man walking out of the palace.

The young man was dressed in shoulder-length black hair, his body was extremely weak, and the small man of 1.7 meters and sickly cheeks made Ling Feng a little stunned.

"Master, no matter how long it takes, it's worth it, it's worth it. Shui Mo burst into tears as he spoke, and the tears kept falling, making Ling Feng feel a little pity in his heart.

A little Lori who looks like six or seven years old is in tears and heartbroken at this time.

"You're the monk who passed the test of the Starry Sky Pool?" the young man looked at Ling Feng and said.

Ling Feng raised his head and confronted the young man's gaze at once, he felt that the whole person was very small, the young man's eyes were like billions of stars, and he seemed to be a grain of rice in his eyes.

The young man's gaze was blazing, deep as water, but then Ling Feng reacted, and the moment he confronted the young man just now, he fell into distraction.

"Starry Sky Sword Saint, it really lives up to its reputation!" Ling Feng smiled and looked at the young man.

This young man was none other than the Starry Sky Sword Saint, but when Ling Feng looked at the Starry Sky Sword Saint, there was some curiosity in his eyes, and from the eyes of the Starry Sky Sword Saint, he could feel the rotation of hundreds of millions of stars.

The Starry Sky Sword Saint only comprehends the stars in his life, and all his sword ways are related to the stars, and the stars are full of mysteries, and it is quite difficult to comprehend, much more difficult than ordinary swordsmanship.

"I didn't expect a Cave Void to cultivate the way of the sword to such a realm, and even realized the origin of the sword power, this kind of talent, even in the primeval period, is extremely rare. The Starry Sky Sword Saint boasted.

He had seen too many geniuses, but there were too few people who could comprehend the way of the sword in the void period.

Ling Feng smiled and said nothing, he was able to comprehend the way of the sword, and many of the reasons were because of the people he came into contact with, those who were extremely strong.

Heavenly Sword Emperor Shi Tian, Wine Sword Immortal Evil Song Style, Imperial Wind Sect Qing Mian Ling, nameless. Ouyang Long, Chu Shengjun

He learned a lot from these people, and he also felt a lot, and he was able to understand the way of the sword, which was completely inseparable from these people.

In the Starry Sky Pool, he has made greater progress, and in just half a year, he has reached the strength of the seventh layer of the Cave Void, and even made his swordsmanship reach the terrifying realm.

"Since you can get the inheritance of Beixiu's arrogant old guy, you can also accept my inheritance, I have fought with him all my life, fighting to the death, we are not only enemies, we are opponents, we are still friends, friends who know each other best. The Starry Sky Sword Saint was silent, and he looked at Ling Feng a little flatly.

The Northern Xiu Demon God and the Starry Sky Sword Saint are opponents, but they are also the only friends in their hearts and their only confidants.

Looking at the appearance of the Starry Sky Sword Saint, he couldn't help but sigh, "Master Beixiu asked me to tell you that he has no regrets, never regrets. ”

The Starry Sky Sword Saint was stunned, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his expression was extremely complicated, but he was only a remnant soul after all, and he couldn't hold on to him for long at all, he sighed and said slowly, "I don't regret it, and I don't regret it in these countless years." ”

In the void, my Starry Sky Temple is more spacious than his Beixiu Palace. In the sea of ink, his Tianwu Continent is next to me, although we are opponents, but we are still in the same boat at the last moment, even if I die, I will not be weaker than him.

Ling Feng looked at the Starry Sky Sanctuary that had been competing with the Northern Xiu Demon God for a lifetime, and he sighed, with some bitterness in his eyes.

No matter how overwhelming the country and the city were during his lifetime, or the power was monstrous, after death he was just a pink skeleton and a loess. No matter how glorious his life was, his death was just a dust, leaving behind a pile of loess and a hard and indifferent tombstone.

In a sense, everyone is equal.

The Starry Sky Sword Saint and the Beixiu Demon God are both powerful people, but after they died, they didn't even have a successor, and even the world forgot their existence, except that they remembered each other, who knew them?

Ling Feng sighed, he looked at the Starry Sky Sword Saint, and said in silence: "I said that I will also set foot on your path, since I am only one of the chess pieces in the chessboard now, then I will jump out of the chessboard and go against the sky." ”

"My life is up to me. Ling Feng smiled, his smile a little cold.

He was originally a cultivator of the Yama Sword Dao, and the Yama Sword Dao was already in charge of life and death, but now, if he couldn't even control his own life and death, how could he control the life and death of others? What qualifications did he have to go against the sky?

Looking at Ling Feng's appearance, the Starry Sky Sword Saint couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at Ling Feng a few points higher.

Originally, he thought that Ling Feng was only here for the inheritance, but now he knew that he was wrong.

Ling Feng had a strong heart in his arms, he was extremely yearning for the way of the sword, his heart was a sword, and his whole heart had been given to the sword in his hand.

A swordsman not only needs to take care of the sword in his hand, but he also needs to know how and how to go in the way of his sword.

Ling Feng's sword is the sword of life and death, one thought of life, one thought of death.

Life and death are all in the same thought.