When the heavens and the earth first opened, it was the time when humans and spirits coexisted.

In order to fight against spirits, humans are constantly seeking great power.

Until one day, an artifact fell from the sky and inserted it on the top of Xueji Mountain, shaking the entire mountain down two meters.

This news made all cultivators flock to it.

When everyone came to the top of the mountain in droves, they saw that it was a rusty long sword, and if it were not for the strange red light it emitted, people would have thought it was a scrap metal.

The immortal cultivator who took the lead in pulling out this long sword took it and tried the feel, don't look at the rust, in fact, it is like clay, no matter how powerful the spirit is, it only needs a sword, and it will definitely die.

"This sword has a sword soul."

So said the owner at the time.

All things have spirits, and a sword gives birth to a soul, which is enough to show its strength, and it has naturally become the object of human robbery.

However, the current owner is powerful, and he has obtained such a divine sword, and his strength has increased greatly, and no one dares to make an idea.

The good times didn't last long, and the people who owned this sword, within a month, were like crazy, seeing people cutting people, and killing ghosts.

All the immortal cultivators worked together to subdue him, and the man was already at the end of his crossbow, and he died after the sword was taken away.

At first, no one took it seriously, they just thought he was going crazy.

The long sword was brought back by the self-proclaimed decent man at the time.

It's a pity that within a month, the entire sect was wiped out except for the head.

The head of the sect took a long sword and hacked everyone in his sect to death like a madman.

Only then did everyone begin to realize that something was wrong, and that this sword was a bit of an evil one.

After dealing with the boss, someone proposed to insert the long sword back into the Snow Mountain.

There was a wealthy merchant who didn't believe in evil and spent a lot of money to buy the long sword back, wanting to be a treasure to offer, after all, it was an artifact from heaven.

That family was not an immortal cultivator, and they couldn't bear the power of the "artifact", and the whole family died violently that night, and there was no one left.

Everyone suddenly remembered what the immortal cultivator said at the beginning, it had a sword soul, that is, it knew what was going on outside, and even these things might have been caused by it.

Everyone called it crazy, after all, whoever takes it is crazy.

After this incident, the longsword returned to the Snow Pole Mountain.

Someone went up to another hill and found Master Huijing, who was proficient in Buddhism, hoping that Master Huijing could help him see the evil sect of this sword.

It would be nice if it could get rid of the evil qi on it, after all, it is an artifact, and everyone still has compassion.

Master Huijing took his little apprentice and followed everyone up to Xueji Mountain, and shook his head at the first sight of this long sword.

"Out of the pile of corpses, there's no way."

Master Huijing could see at a glance that this long sword came out of the corpse pile, and he didn't know how many people's blood and corpse qi it absorbed, and then produced a sword soul, which flew out of the corpse pile and fell on the Snow Pole Mountain.

It's not an artifact at all, it's an evil thing.

In these years, spirits are rampant, and it is not surprising that anything becomes a spirit.

The best outcome is destruction.

At the side of Master Huijing's leg, the seven or eight-year-old little monk hugged his thigh with some fear, and said softly: "Master, it seems to be looking at me." ”

He felt that the sword full of evil aura was staring at him, as if he were something delicious.

Master Huijing narrowed his eyes and sighed, "That's it, this sword elder has brought it back." ”

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The evil sword was suppressed in the ancestral hall of Daluo Temple.

There are only two people in the temple, Master Huijing and the little monk, and when the little monk is cleaning, he can always see the long sword that is rusty and covered with rune paper.

It wasn't a living thing, but he always felt like it was watching him.