Half an hour later, the remnant soul sat in the corner of the stone room with his back to the rest of the people, looking like no one wanted to deal with it.

And Xie Zhengliu didn't need him to deal with it, because she had already learned everything she wanted to know from the mouths of the light group and the young man.

The remnant soul is indeed a sword immortal, but it is a human immortal who entered the Tao with a sword and finally ascended.

The so-called "Ruthless Sword Immortal" is a title he came up with by himself, but in fact, the name about him that has been circulating in the cultivation world is "Blood Drinking Knife".

Blood-drinking Daoluo Destroying Shadow is a sword cultivator who became famous earlier than Shura Dao Su Mingxin and ascended earlier.

Although his reputation is not as great as Su Mingxin's, his achievements in sword cultivation are slightly inferior to Su Mingxin's.

But I have to say that this sword cultivation senior, who has been soaring for a long time, is indeed another dazzling star in sword cultivation.

If it weren't for the fact that he had ascended too early, and he was born in a casual cultivation, and he had never had an apprentice in his life, his Dao lineage would not have declined to this point, and he couldn't even find a suitable successor.

"Since the seniors have already ascended, how can they appear here?" Xie Zhengliu looked at the remnant soul, and the doubts in his heart did not dissipate in any way because he knew his identity.

She could see that Luo Zhenying was clearly in the world in a soul state at this moment, but didn't the other party have already soared, why did the soul break like this, and it appeared in the small secret realm of the middle three thousand?

Hearing Xie Zhengliu's question, Luo Yanying, who was huddled in the corner and sulking, took the initiative to stand up and explain: "Since you have passed my test, then I won't hide it from you." I forgot all the memories of my ascension, only the image of me when I came to the three thousand with the light. ”

At that time, Luo Yanying's body couldn't support it for long, and a large part of the memory in his brain was stripped away.

But even though Luo Zhenying couldn't remember anything about the ascension, there was still a voice in his head that kept urging him to leave Shang Sanqian, because Shang Sanqian was not safe enough for them.

With his last breath, Luo Zhenying tore open a spatial crack and rolled down with a ball of light.

He didn't expect that the two of them would roll directly into the Fengchun Secret Realm, and after coming to the Secret Realm, Luo Zhenying also swallowed his last breath on the spot.

His immortal body was integrated into the land of the Spring Secret Realm, adding more aura to this place, and also turned into a huge underground palace for Luo Destroying Shadow's remnant soul and light group to cultivate.

I don't know how many years have passed, Luo Zhenying's soul has finally regained consciousness under the nourishment of the secret realm, he still can't remember what happened after the ascension, but he still remembers that he flew too fast at the beginning, and he didn't have time to accept an apprentice.

"When I was dedicated to cultivation, I didn't remember that there was any such thing as accepting disciples. It wasn't until my cultivation couldn't be suppressed completely and ushered in the Tribulation Heavenly Thunder that I suddenly remembered that my sword technique and my sword hadn't found a suitable successor. Luo Zhenying's face was full of regret.

He had forgotten the identity of the light group, but in his heart he unconsciously trusted this strange existence.

In addition, the light group seemed to be proficient in formations, and after knowing that Luo Zhenying wanted to find a successor for himself, he took the initiative to help him arrange many teleportation arrays in the air in the secret territory of Fengchun, so as to find someone who was destined.

Luo Zhenying saw that the light group was so good to him, so he became a little closer to it.

After listening to Luo Zhenying's explanation, the embankment in Xie Zhengliu's heart was not reduced.

What is the reason why an immortal can escape from the fairy world and return to the world desperately? There is also this light group, Luo Zhenying said that it escaped from the fairy world with him, so the light group is also a thing of the fairy world?

Her inquiring gaze couldn't hide the perception of the others present, but Luo Zhenying didn't care about this. After all, he was the heir he identified, and the other party was so cautious and intelligent, he was even happier.

"We know you obviously have concerns, but now that you're in a secret realm and don't have a second companion around you to trust, it's better to try to cooperate with us for the time being, rather than continue to doubt us." The light group floated to Xie Zhengliu's side, "Besides, do you still have a knife to use?" ”

This is to the point, Xie Zhengliu really has no knife to use.

The new knife that had just been replaced had been lost, and the only spirit sword that could be used was already full of gaps. She couldn't use her spiritual power to turn knives all the time, that would be too extravagant, and she wouldn't last long.

Seeing Xie Zhengliu's vacillation, Luo Zhenying hurriedly pulled the young man in front of her: "Look at him, although this kid's mouth is damaged a little on weekdays, it is easy to use as a natal knife." And he is Zheng'er Ba who has entered the immortal world through the heavenly tribulation, and it can be said that he is a serious immortal weapon! ”

The young man's actions were a little awkward because of Luo Zhenying, but his gaze at Xie Zhengliu was still hopeful.

Their swords are not like swords, they have died for such a master all their lives. They only consider the strongest and most suitable person to be their master.

Besides, Luo Zhenying has been dead for hundreds of years, and he has served him for so long, he can definitely be called a knife with a conscience.

Now that Luo Zhenying took the initiative to find him a master, Xie Zhengliu also passed his own assessment perfectly, why can't he become this person's knife?

The young man thought about it, and his originally arrogant posture showed a little caution.

Xie Zhengliu could clearly perceive the emotions that the young man had transmitted to her at this moment, which was a kind of hidden expectation and longing.

He had been in the dungeon for too long, and he longed for the days of desperate fighting like before, and Xie Zhengliu was the only one who fit his cultivation philosophy.

"What's your name?" Xie Zhengliu looked at the young man.

The young man's red clothes were burning, his red pupils reflected Xie Zhengliu's face, and his slightly childish voice revealed his resoluteness: "My name is Wuji!" ”

There is no black and white, no boundaries, no ends...... He is the well-deserved king of the sword and the only king!

His name is Wuji, because since him, there will never be a more powerful sword than him!

"Good." Xie Zhengliu nodded, "From now on, you will be my Wuji." ”

……

Outside the secret realm, in a hidden village a little far away from Yujing City.

With a loud bang, the earth collapsed. The entire village was swallowed up by the falling pits, and not even a single mouth could escape.

The entire 300 people in the village did not even shout a single scream, and they were already victims of this disaster.

A moment later, at the edge of the crater, a figure slowly revealed. She wore a blue cloak and wrapped herself in a blue cape, and the only face she showed was a stunning beauty.

Zhao Qingwu raised her hand to look at her white jade-like skin, and touched her face that was more delicate than before, and her heart was extremely happy.

"Dead people can't regain luck, don't blame me. If you want to blame it, blame your own bad life, but you have become mortals who can't control power without spiritual roots! ”

She left the words, then turned and left the village that had taken her for so long.

It's just that what Zhao Qingwu didn't know was that after she left for a long time, a young man in a magic robe drove a flying magic weapon and staggered down in front of the pit and cried bitterly.