Next to the ancient well, the two couldn't help but fall into silence, Jiuyan didn't speak again, he was waiting, waiting for the old man's answer, because there was a shock in his heart, maybe Xin Lao would know what he wanted, so he would uncover all this.

After a long time, Xin Lao walked out slowly, and his back seemed to be much older in a moment.

"Can you calm down a little now? This breath will make me very distressed," Xin Lao's voice returned

Jiuyan smiled knowingly, closed the stone mirror with both hands, and the power of the seal quietly blended in.

A soft light covered the stone mirror, and it could be seen in the blur that the stone mirror trembled for a while, whispered, and made a sizzling sound, and the void seeped in one by one, and the stone mirror continued to baptize and merge in the light.

bang

The stone mirror curtain fell from Jiuyan's hand, making a sonorous sound.

Such a powerful divine soldier, accidentally pulled up a corner, shaking my hands are numb, Jiuyan picked up the stone mirror, looked at it, and nodded secretly, two-star sealer, but can only barely 'stick' on, what kind of great power can cast such a divine soldier, Jiuyan couldn't help but slander for a while.

If the person who was cast knew that he would have to vomit blood in anger, the stone mirror was closed, but there was a huge crack, just like a child's toy was broken, and it was barely glued to the fake and shoddy product, which looked very unsightly and weird, and did not feel the power of fusion on the stone mirror.

"Old Xin, that's the only way, you see" Jiuyan walked out, his face was slightly embarrassed, and he handed over the stone mirror with both hands.

Xin Lao was slightly stunned, and hesitantly took it: "What is this? The stone mirror can also be made like this?" Xin Lao was really shocked, and was speechless for a while.

"It should last for a while, this is the best way I can think of it," Jiuyan said.

"What's the difference with a cracked one?" Xin Laohu asked.

"The realm inside has been shattered, and there is an inexplicable force obstructing it, there is no way to go deeper, it can only be slightly connected with a special method, but it is the best way at the moment" Jiuyan said seriously.

"Are you a foundry?" Xin Lao was slightly surprised.

Jiuyan shook his head: "I'm not a foundry, I'm just an ordinary cultivator."

Xin Lao nodded, holding the stone mirror and slowly putting it back, revealing surprise: "Sure enough, it won't last long, but it's enough for us to do a lot of things, it's already good that you can connect, but if you can revive it, then the stone mirror will be slowly repaired" He sighed, didn't say anything more, and then gently suspended a hand on the stone mirror.

"The palm of my hand represents the past, and the back of my hand represents the future" Xin Lao whispered, his right hand turned slightly, and with the flipping of his right hand, a dim light spread from his hand, which swung up in an instant, slowly seeping into the stone mirror.

burst

The corners of Xin Lao's mouth overflowed with blood, his face was ugly, and his thin body trembled, but he didn't stop.

"Xin Lao" Jiuyan was worried.

Xin Lao didn't pay attention to Jiuyan, his hand was still suspended, and gradually there was a change in his hand, and a black gas suddenly appeared on his hand, which looked weird.

"The future is fate" Xin Lao's eyes were cold, his right hand turned and pressed gently, a drop of blood appeared in his palm, and then fell on the stone mirror, and slowly his hand changed, from black mist to red mist, and a trace of it seeped into the stone mirror.

Zheng

The quaint stone mirror trembled, making a sonorous sound, and in an instant, a blurry picture appeared again.

Jiuyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gasped, it was a back, surrounded by black clouds, and he couldn't see the truth clearly, but he could vaguely feel that his hair was messy and shawl, and every strand of hair had a vast aura swept out, as if it could collapse the void, as if it were real.

bang

Xin Lao was ejected in an instant, his body took a few steps back, his hands trembled slightly, and through the palms of his hands, several cracked wounds could be seen, flowing with bright red blood, shocking and numb.

Jiuyan quickly helped him and said softly, "Old Xin, how is it?"

"I'm fine," he said, waving his hand, "The Divine Soldier is really in a dead silence, and I can't revive it."

"So the matter of the seal now, okay?" Jiuyan couldn't help but ask.

Xin Lao nodded and said seriously: "It's okay for the time being, but next time, the stone mirror will be more difficult to repair."

"Why?" Jiuyan asked in surprise.

"Do you know the inheritance?" said Xin Lao.

Jiuyan shook his head.

"Between heaven and earth, there are many powerful cultivation methods, but unfortunately there are very few of them that have flowed to this day, and even, there are many cultivation methods that have long disappeared, because they need to be inherited, they need guidance, and they also need sacrifices, just like a stone mirror, every time they are used, the damage to it will increase by one point, and then it will be completely reduced to a ruin in the future, which is like a reincarnation "Xin Lao Dao."

"Divine soldiers are immortal, this is the consciousness of ancient people, but you said that divine soldiers will also die, this" Jiuyan spoke, he felt ridiculous.

"In the world, how can there be immortality? In the past ten thousand years, everything has been empty" Xin Lao said seriously: "The so-called divine soldier is just an item that gives birth to spiritual wisdom."

In the past ten thousand years, everything has been empty, and Jiuyan suddenly remembered a lot.

"So in what realm can a divine weapon be cast?" Jiuyan was curious.

"I don't know, maybe at that point, everything will be understood"

Jiuyan nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Don't you want to know everything, but how do you know all this?" said Xin Lao suddenly.

Jiuyan smiled, stared up at him, stretched out his mouth and whispered in his ear.

Xin Lao was stunned, his body trembled, his hands were clenched tightly, he tilted his head slightly, and narrowed his eyes.

"You know what? this is not called Shangtu Village, and we didn't live here in the first place," Xin Dao said with a forced smile, his squinting eyes a little wet.

"Your name is the Haotian family, moved from Qinghai? I saw it in ancient books" Jiuyan said softly: "All this should be deliberately let me know about it, right?"

Xin Lao paused, he didn't answer Jiuyan's words, took a deep breath and said, "We are an abandoned race, they have abandoned Haotian, do you know?"

"For many years, the years have passed, we have been waiting, waiting for that ethereal and empty hope, but we have despaired again and again, so we are too tired" Xin Lao's eyes were filled with tears.

"Isn't it your duty to keep this seal, and how do you know that they have abandoned you?" Jiuyan said, he always felt very weird.

Jiuyan naturally expressed his doubts, maybe he didn't notice himself, why did he care so much about this.

Xin Lao was silent for a moment.

"A long time ago, our ancestors had a strong bloodline, it was because of the strength that they came here with a certain mission, but here everything has changed, the bloodline began to dry up slowly, our cultivation gradually declined, generation after generation, and finally one day, a man with a sword appeared in our village, he claimed to be a god, so the disaster began, all the powerful monks were ruthlessly tortured and killed by him, and the ancestors also tried to resist, but it was in vain" Xin Lao sneered, his voice was full of sadness.

"At that time, the sky was dark, the whole village was bleeding, and everyone was desperate" Xin Lao choked up: "Do you know?

"Do you know that kind of despair?" Xin Lao suddenly cried, and the tears in his eyes slipped silently, splashing on the ground, ticking and ticking.