For a moment, there was a sudden dead silence all around.

Under the incineration of the flame of the demon soul, the old man who entered the demon passed out directly, and all the anger on his body faded, whether it was the eyes or the golden fairy pattern between the eyebrows, they all returned to their original appearance.

This is also the full power of Dongfang Zimo and urging the flame of the demon soul, otherwise this person will naturally not pass out as simple as dying.

Dongfang Zimo flew in front of the white-robed old man, and after just glancing at the unconscious old man, his eyes were attracted by a long sword as black as ink.

"What is this sword, it can actually control a Jindan monk." Dongfang Zimo remembered that he had been carrying this sword a hundred years ago, and he not only felt a trace of fear.

Dongfang Zimo had a thoughtful expression on his face, sighed, and with a flick of his fingers, a cyan pill flicked into the mouth of the white-robed old man.

The elixir melted in his mouth, and the burned skin and sword marks on the white-robed old man's body healed quickly at a speed that was visible to the eye.

A quarter of an hour later, the white-robed old man gradually came to his senses.

"Huh? Who is this fellow Daoist? When the white-robed old man woke up, he only felt a tingling pain all over his body, but when he had time to pay attention to it, he found that a Jindan monk appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"How. Don't you know each other? Dongfang Zimo asked in surprise.

"It's a little familiar to hear Daoyou say this, it's not good! Where's that sword? The white-robed old man got up and sorted out the tattered robe, suddenly remembered something, and shouted.

"What did you say about the sword below?" Dongfang Zimo put the pitch-black long sword in front of the old man, and said with a little dissatisfaction.

When the white-robed old man heard this, there was a tingling pain in his brain, and he faintly remembered something, and his face was as pale as paper.

"I hope that Daoyou will forgive your sins before, but the old man doesn't dare to protect your sword anymore, but now that Daoyou has really found it, this sword will be returned to its original owner." The white-robed old man was horrified when he saw the long sword as black as ink, and quickly looked away from the sword.

"I want to know that the mid-stage cultivation of Daoyou Jindan will actually be controlled by this sword, and the flesh and blood of the monk will be used to refine magic weapons." Dongfang Zimo said suspiciously.

When the white-robed old man heard this, he suddenly felt ashamed.

"It's not a secret, since he found out that Daoyou's sword is extraordinary, the old man took it to the cultivation room to observe, and when refining a magic weapon, because it lost too much aura, this sword suddenly came to life and directly invaded the old man's mind, and manipulated the old man to slaughter the monk to forge a magic weapon with flesh and blood." The white-robed old man turned pale and said with palpitations.

Just as Dongfang Zimo looked at the sword in his hand with a solemn expression, he suddenly found that the white-robed old man looked a little hesitant.

"Daoist friend, don't you have anything else to say?" Dongfang Zimo asked in amazement.

"Do you know the origin of this sword?" The white-robed old man took a deep breath and said.

"I don't know?" Dongfang Zimo shook his head.

"If the old man is not mistaken, this sword is related to the rumored Thousand Souls Blade."

"The Blade of a Thousand Souls?" Dongfang Zimo muttered blankly.

"It seems that Daoyou really doesn't know the origin of this sword, that's right, this magic weapon is like a sword but not a sword, like a blade is not a blade, plus this sword is full of anger, just like the rumored Thousand Souls Blade. However, this Thousand Souls Blade has always fallen into the hands of a strong man in the late Yuan Infant period, which shows that your Excellency's sword is an imitation even if it is not real. The white-robed old man couldn't help but glance at the sword in Dongfang Zimo's hand, but the next second, his body trembled and avoided his sight.

"In the hands of a late Yuan Infant Monk, do Dao friends know who that Yuan Infant Monk is?" Dongfang Zimo's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked.

"Uh...... disappointed the Taoist friend, the old man of the Yuanying monk didn't know, and even the specific origin of this sword was still my hearsay, and I had really seen this sword. The white-robed old man smiled awkwardly.

When Dongfang Zimo heard this, he could only look helpless.

"Forget it, I won't pursue the previous matter, I originally came here this time to ask Daoyou for advice on the art of practicing weapons, but I am afraid it will be difficult to recover if the situation on Daoyou is not ten days and a half." Dongfang Zimo sighed and glanced at the white-robed old man meaningfully.

"Ahem! The old man's injury is nothing, he only needs to meditate for two or three days, and the Taoist friend might as well live in the old man's sword peak first, and then the old man will repay the kindness of the Taoist friend together. The white-robed old man noticed Dongfang Zimo's thoughts, and he had no choice but to smile with a smile on his face under a slight fear.

"Since Daoist friends have said so, there will be a lot of disturbance below." Dongfang Zimo arched his hand and smiled.

Soon after, two rays of light flew out of the hill towards Sword Peak.

Half a moon later, in Dongfang Zimo's cultivation room, a purple Ding furnace floated in the sky.

Dongfang Zimo, who was sitting on the futon, was a little bit on his fingers, and several strange things flew into the Ding furnace one by one.

A Dan Fire flew out, and the purple Ding Furnace continued to heat up under the refining of the Dan Fire.

Half an hour later, Dongfang Zimo swallowed a golden bead into his abdomen, and the Danhuo disappeared with it.

The lid was opened in a puff of smoke, and a cyan long sword appeared in the air with a glittering light.

Dongfang Zimo swept his divine sense towards the Qingyun Sword, and a long-lost smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"It's finally been a restoration of the sword." Dongfang Zimo stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and ingested the Qingyun Sword.

Since exchanging the way of training with the white-robed old man on the Sword Peak, Dongfang Zimo first repaired the somewhat mutilated Qingyun Sword as soon as he returned to the cultivation room.

In addition to giving Dongfang Zimo some advice, Bai Pao also gave him a copy of his experience in the training instrument to atone for his previous sins.

With this refining experience, Dongfang Zimo's way of refining weapons is naturally advancing by leaps and bounds.

On this day, Dongfang Zimo went out to the real estate market to purchase some fairy grass, and with all the materials and secret recipes on his body, he refined a few pills that increased the chance of breakthrough.

After adjusting himself to the peak state, Dongfang Zimo began a retreat to impact the middle stage of Jindan.

With the improvement of cultivation, the breakthrough time is much longer than before.

……

Three years later, a ray of light swept through the air at an inhuman speed, and after a few breaths, several more rays of light flew through the air with great momentum.

In a barren and wild place in Baixi City, a faint light flew to the ground, and a red-robed young man appeared, who looked around left and right, and his figure disappeared in place in a flash.

After a while, several monks with a strong aura also fell to this side, among them, three Jindan monks cultivated the highest, and the remaining two only cultivated in the late stage of foundation building.

"The breath is not seen here, the person should be around here, take advantage of the fact that this person has just broken through the cultivation to be unstable, but it is a good time to encircle and suppress him, don't let him escape!" A man in a brocade robe swept around sharply, and said with a sinking face.