Dodging the invasion of the two world-destroying shock waves, Ye Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and just when he thought that there would be no more trouble, he heard a sound of "sigh" breaking through the air, and a ruler-long black jade broken knife shot from the void in the distance, in the direction where he was.

The broken knife was wrapped in the coercion of mountains and seas, and it came to his eyes in an instant, Ye Luo only felt that his body was under that kind of coercion, and he had no power to resist, and it was about to burst open at any time, and under the horror, he couldn't help but blurt out "ah" and screamed......

At this moment, Ye Luo's divine thoughts broke away from the ancient battlefield within the Moyu Broken Sword and returned to reality.

"Hoo ......"

Ye Luo let out a sigh, and when he looked down, he found that his whole body was already sweating profusely, and the clothes on his body were also soaked with sweat.

"Isn't this broken knife in my hand the same knife used by the strong man in black? It's a pity that it was broken into two, and I don't know where the other one is...... And that ancient battlefield, what kind of place is it? This sword spirit of the broken knife should still be there, what does it mean to lead my divine mind into the world inside the sword? Is it explaining to me the origin of this broken knife?"

He tried to calm himself down, and then his divine thoughts began to try to infiltrate into the broken knife, and suddenly, a wisp of true yuan fluctuations came out of the broken knife, and Ye Luo's divine thoughts touched that wisp of true yuan, and a connection was immediately established between a knife and a person.

"Boy, your blood is so strange, a little blood, it actually suppressed me, and it made me feel a little frightened and trembling. Say, "Who are you?"

An extremely weak voice came into Ye Luo's mind from the broken knife, this voice revealed a bit of old aura from the ancient world, it seemed to be an old man.

"Who are you?"

Ye Luo thought about this sentence in his heart, and the other party had a heart-to-heart with him, and he immediately received it.

"I, I'm the sword spirit of this Moyu Divine Sword, and my master has always called me 'Xiaomo'!" The old voice said: "After the fall of the master, I also fell into a deep sleep, and when I woke up, I didn't know that thousands of years had passed. Boy, you're the first person besides my master to communicate with me......"

After Ye Luo came to this bizarre world, he was already surprised by the strange things of Yiqiē, knowing that when the spirit weapon reached a certain level, it could give birth to a weapon spirit, such as a knife with a sword spirit, a sword with a sword spirit, and a gun with a spear spirit, and the more powerful the spirit weapon was, the higher the spirituality of its weapon spirit.

When the spirit becomes strong enough, it can even replace the master and control the spirit to attack or defend against the enemy.

Although it was not strange, Ye Luo was still full of curiosity about the instrument spirit, and said: "Mo Yu Zhu Divine Knife, what an arrogant name! I said Xiao Mo, in what way do you save it? Have you always been in the inner world of this knife?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the broken knife in his hand trembled slightly, and then the slightly angry voice of the knife spirit "Xiaomo" came out: "I am thousands and thousands of times older than you, and you actually call me 'Xiaomo'?

"Okay, I'll call you Lao Mo!" Ye Luo said with a smile: "No matter how angry you are, I won't be afraid." Didn't you just say that my blood can crush you to death?"

When the sword spirit "Xiaomo" heard this, he suddenly stopped making a sound, and only after a while did he hear him sigh in frustration: "Okay, Lao Mo is Lao Mo, although it is a little ugly, but it is barely acceptable." Now, tell me your name. ”

"Yelo. ”

"Ye Luo, it's a very ordinary name, not domineering at all! How can it be as majestic as my master's name back then!"

Ye Luo's heart moved, and he said, "Your master, is it the middle-aged martial artist in black that I saw just now?"

Lao Mo said: "That's right, he is my master." ”

Ye Luo nodded, "Your master does look very imposing. By the way, what's his name?"

Lao Mo said: "His name is ...... Forget it, the master is gone, and I don't want to mention his name again...... It's sad to bring it up......"

Ye Luo didn't ask, and said, "Since your original master has passed away, and now you are in my hands, then from now on, I will be your new master." ”

Lao Mo snorted and said, "You, a little martial artist of the Seven Star Realm, are also worthy of being my master?" Although you can communicate with me and suppress me with blood, you want to dominate me and let this Moyu Divine Sword exert its true power, but you can't do it for the time being!"

Ye Luo was not angry, and said with a smile: "Then you say, how can I be worthy of being your master?"

Lao Mo thought for a while and said, "Wait until your strength reaches the master's step." ”

"Holy!"

Ye Luo couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, he had witnessed the strength of the original owner of this Moyu Divine Sword, the black-clothed martial artist, it was simply a punch that could destroy the heavens and the earth, and a kick could destroy the world, and he reached his kind of realm, I don't know if there is hope in the year of the donkey, maybe I won't think about it for the rest of my life.

Seeing that Ye Luo was deflated, Lao Mo let out a smug laugh and said, "Okay, after talking for so long, I'm a little sleepy, and I'm going to continue to sleep." It's nothing, don't wake me up, or I'll be very annoyed!

After he finished speaking, he was silent, no matter how much Ye Luo shouted, he just ignored it, and seemed to really fall asleep.

Ye Luo had no choice but to withdraw his divine thoughts and cut off the connection with the Moyu Divine Sword Spirit.

After playing with the broken knife in his hand, thinking that the original owner of this knife was in a battle with the enemy, he slashed out with one sword, and the heaven and earth cracked for it, Ye Luo couldn't help but be fascinated, thinking that if he had that kind of strength, this Xianyuan Continent could go anywhere.

After a conversation with the sword spirit, Ye Luo became more and more sure that the origin of this broken knife was extraordinary, and he wanted to know more about this broken knife and its owner, but the sword spirit was already asleep, and he could only wait for the next opportunity.

Although the sword spirit refused to recognize the master for the time being, and could not exert its true power, which made Ye Luo a little regretful, the broken knife itself was also sharp enough, and when it was in danger, it would definitely receive a surprising effect.

Put the broken knife into the Qiankun bag, waited left and right, and didn't see Gu Xueyao coming, so Ye Luo walked through the waterfall alone, entered the cave behind the water curtain, and went down to the blue water cold pool to soak it.

Running the Xuanfa in this clear water and cold pool, the speed of absorbing the true yuan is several times that of the outside world, for others, this cold pool is cold and biting, and it is difficult to bear, but for Ye Luo, it is a treasure land of cultivation.

Ye Luo's bubble is a whole day, during this period, he alternately runs the Taishi Sutra and the Taiji Sutra, and the cold qi absorbed from the pool water turns into wisps of true yuan, and enters his sea of qi to accumulate and accumulate, as long as the true yuan accumulates to a certain level, he can break through the level and step into the Eight Star Realm in one fell swoop.

As for the Shui Yuan Jue Xuan Method, since he had the Tai Chi Sutra, he felt that this kind of Xuan Method was a bit redundant, and it was useless to keep it, so it was a pity to abandon it, so he simply put it in the cabinet and put it in the corner of the Shui Yuan Jue, and no longer asked.

It wasn't until the sunset and the moon rose that Ye Luo came out of the waterhole, turned the power of True Yuan on the edge of the waterhole, dried his clothes, and then returned to Lotus Peak.

On the peak, I saw a slender figure standing under the ancient pine, with green silk flying with the night wind, and the style was peerless.

"Beauty...... Master, where have you been this day, let me find it easy!" Ye Luo walked to Gu Xueyao's side, admiring her proficient face, and said: "I came back from the Martial Arts Hall, but I couldn't find you, so I had to go to the valley of the back mountain alone, and soaked in the blue water and cold pool for a day, and after leaving the pool, I wanted to find someone to fight, but I couldn't find it, and I was bored, so I came back......"

"I went to the Pavilion Master and discussed matters with a few elders. Gu Xueyao turned her head sideways to look at Ye Luo, nodded slightly, and said in a cold tone: "You don't need my supervision, you can cultivate by yourself, it's very good." ”

Ye Luo sat down on the rock beside the ancient pine, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and saw that it was suddenly covered by a large cloud, so he pointed to the sky and said, "In our hometown, beautiful women are often mentioned on a par with the moon in the sky. But now, the moon saw Shizun, but hid in the clouds and did not dare to come out. This shows the beauty of the master, even when the moon is seen, you have to be ashamed of yourself......"

When he said this, he saw Gu Xueyao's eyebrows frowning, her face turned cold, and her heart "chuckled", knowing that the horse's fart had slapped the horse's leg again, so he laughed dryly twice and said, "Shizun seems to like to see the moon very much!"

Gu Xueyao said lightly: "When I look at the moon, I don't like the moon itself, but I yearn for the strong people in the moon realm." I'm wondering when I'll be able to step into the realm of the Martial Arts Moon......"

When she said this, she couldn't help but bow her head and sigh softly, as if she was full of worries.

Ye Luo said: "Master Venerable is peerless, unparalleled in the world, and now he is a martial artist of the Nine Star Realm, stepping into the Moon Realm, is it not a matter of being able to catch it?"

Gu Xue Yao said: "The Advancement Moon Realm is ten times more difficult than the Star Realm Martial Artist to advance to a small realm, how easy is it to say! A few months later, the Ten Thousand Sects Conference of my Golden Dragon Kingdom will be held, if I can't advance to the Moon Realm by then, I am afraid that the Golden Dragon Pavilion will rank at the bottom of the major sects again, which will make people laugh." ”

"What is that?" Ye Luo asked casually.

Gu Xueyao's eyes were cold, and she said, "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense! That Ten Thousand Sects Conference is a biennial event of the major sects of my Golden Dragon Kingdom. On top of the conference, the elite disciples of the younger generation of each sect will conduct a martial arts competition, and the final winner, the organizer of the conference, the royal family of the 'Golden Dragon Dynasty', will give a medium-grade spirit pill, a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and a middle-level occult secret technique as a reward...... Such a rich reward naturally makes the major sects rush to it......"

When she said this, she paused, her eyes were a little gloomy, and she said: "My Golden Dragon Pavilion participated in the Ten Thousand Sects Conference, and I didn't ask for much, I just wanted to get a middle-level mystical technique and take it back as the treasure of the Town Pavilion." It's a pity that this wish has not been fulfilled for thousands of years. It's not that our Golden Dragon Pavilion disciples can't do it, but there are too many geniuses from other sects, and many of them are young geniuses who have reached the Moon Realm at the age of less than twenty......"