Disciples!

As soon as Lin Ke's identity was revealed, it naturally caused two exclamations.

Of course, Lin Ke did not deny the words of the so-called "senior".

Lin Xuanji?

I'm sorry, it's not his own disciple, but his own son.

Disciples...... The fire god mantis couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and then he was puzzled.

It's not that I wonder about Lin Ke's identity, after all, it's normal for a Tianjiao like Lin Ke to be a disciple of the Ministry of Rites.

He wondered......

What's wrong with this senior's voice, how has it changed?

When he first came here, he still remembered the sincere teachings of this senior.

And now, the senior's voice is as sharp as a child or a woman.

"I'm a disciple of the Ministry of Rites, do you have any advice?" Lin Ke smiled and asked, "Can this senior show up?" ”

He had just guessed in his heart through some information and observations.

Now, when this so-called "senior" heard that he was a personal disciple of the Ministry of Rites, he immediately became frightened, which made him have more speculations in his heart.

"Show up, cough cough, no, no, no, that, thank you, no, no, no."

There was a panic in the voice of the "senior": "This ruin is about to close, sorry, sorry!" ”

"I'm afraid that's not what your master left behind, is it?" Lin Ke smiled and looked around:

"As far as I know, the idea of a strong man needs to live in order to survive for a long time......"

"This is not a world created by home, and there is no Taoist formation prohibition, but you can exist for so many years......"

"You...... When was the Wisdom born? ”

As soon as these words came out, the wind and sand in the sky suddenly stopped, and there seemed to be waves in the depths of the desert, like a rolling lake.

Restless!

"It's just if you give birth to Lingzhi and leave on your own, but it's really rude to occupy the true inheritance of that predecessor and not let others get close, and to swagger and deceive here."

Lin Ke shook his head: "That predecessor left a relic in order to pass on what he had learned, are you worthy of your conscience?" ”

"I ...... I ......"

The voice in the depths of the sand and dust became more and more shrill, and finally became the voice of a child.

A little boy!

"Now that you've become a sword spirit, you must be able to remember what your master did to you, right?"

Lin Ke sighed.

Jian Xiu's attention and love for his sword is very deep.

How much does Jian Xiu love his sword?

A lot of extreme sword cultivation, for the sake of the sword, can even abandon everything!

In the eyes of some sword cultivators. Parents, children, lovers, mentors and apprentices, etc., are not as important as the sword!

Sleeping with a sword, eating with a sword, wiping the blade every day, and thinking about strengthening the sword when there are good things......

The sword is everything!

Therefore, some sword cultivators can stand out.

Of course, it's similar to what kind of hammer repair knife repair and the like, focusing on one is the way of the limit.

It's just that Sword Cultivation is more handsome, so it makes Sword Cultivation more famous.

And when the sword of sword cultivation gives birth to spiritual wisdom, it will inevitably sound bit by bit.

For example, how to love yourself in sword cultivation, how to trust yourself in sword cultivation, and all kinds of things.

Therefore, when the sword is born with spiritual wisdom, it will generally become the best partner with the sword cultivator.

However, the sword in this space where Lin Ke was now violated the wish of inheritance left by the sword cultivator.

However, as soon as Lin Ke's words fell, the voice of the sword spirit sounded again:

“…… He...... Abandoned me......"

"He died, he died alone, he abandoned me, he ......"

"Abandoned me!!"

The voice of the sword spirit gradually changed from a child's voice to a terrifying roar.

And when this sword spirit roared, the wind and sand in the sky suddenly began to become violent.

"Whew-"

Endless wind and sand rushed towards Lin Ke and the Vulcan Mantis.

This wind and sand looks ordinary, but the grains are as hard as gold and iron, and they are scraped on the body like a knife.

"Abandoned?"

Lin Ke didn't say much when he heard this.

It seems that there is still a fight before you can speak properly.

"Boom!"

Lin Ke slammed the Staff of Saint Quasi to the ground, and an invisible wave spread out in all directions.

The knife of public opinion!

This is when he condensed the staff of sainthood, condensed with Xun Ge'er's poems.

He had used this vision a few times, and there wasn't much left of it.

This time, if you want to suppress the wind and sand here, you can't do it without a vision.

And most crucially......

The sword of wisdom was born, and the lowest level is at the treasure level!

For the sake of a treasure, it is worth using up the last thunderous vision.

"Hum—"

Public opinion did not form a knife, but was dispersed by Lin Ke and turned into invisible fluctuations, filling this world in an instant.

At the same time, Lin Ke also recited Brother Xun'er's poem of thunder again.

"Wanjia Mo Mian has no Artemisia Lai, dare to sing and mourn. The heart is vast, and even Guangyu listens to the thunder in a silent place. ”

Lin Ke's will melted into it, and the verses became invisible, blending into the vision emanating from the staff of holy alification, and spreading.

Heaven and earth are quiet.

The wind and sand stopped.

At the same time, Lin Ke spat out the oil painting "Sunrise" from his mouth and crossed into it with the power of change.

Suddenly, "Sunrise" rose with a thousand rays of light, and from that red dot exploded an astonishing heat.

The sand is beginning to melt.

Among them, Lin Ke and Vulcan Mantis only felt a burst of warmth.

At the same time, Lin Ke also said lightly:

"Your master, I hope you find a new master."

"Your master didn't abandon you, you know."

"Your master, I hope you continue to gallop through the sky, and not rot in this swamp."

"Your master, besides you, there is still a lot of hope for other living beings."

"Your master ......"

Lin Ke was about to continue, but was interrupted by the roar of the sword spirit.

"Enough!"

"That's enough."

"Enough...... Enough is enough......"

Immediately, the sword spirit's voice became smaller and smaller, and bursts of sobbing came from the depths of the desert.

And as the sound came, the surrounding melting sand grains converged towards the sky, gradually forming an earthy yellow long sword.

More than a meter long, three fingers wide, the sword is not sharpened, there is a feeling of naturalness, and it is not skillful.

A long sword made from grains of sand!

And behind the sword, there were several other obscure things.

"You, come up, disciple of the Ministry of Rites......" A voice came from the long sword.

"This ......"

And beside him, the Vulcan Mantis looked at Lin Ke with some confusion, and then at the long sword, his eyes becoming more and more puzzled.

He had been here a few times before, and each time he was beaten out by the wind and sand.

Why did this person come and say a few words, and the sword on the other side collapsed?

The Vulcan Mantis suddenly reconsidered what Lin Ke had said before.

Or...... Follow him? (End of chapter)