"I don't even have a sword, and I'm talking about protecting her. Ximen Tian knelt in the sword array space, the purple intent and immortal qi in the starry eyes were entangled with each other, and the whole person was full of depressed breath.

Qingluan left the fire sword and was forcibly taken away when he was a judge of the war land, and the artifact that fell from the sky disappeared when he was in the presence of his own karmic fire.

"What's the use of you being decadent like this? When you become a Xuan Immortal one day, you can naturally reverse yin and yang, and even the Ten Hall Yamas will be respectful to you, and your loved ones will naturally come back. ”

The endless and pitch-black space of the sword array gradually faded, turning into a grassland with spring flowers blooming. A young voice came from the grassland to Ximentian's ears.

Ximen Tian raised his eyes and looked, and a young man with a sword looked at him, and his eyes full of a sense of age showed a rare look of incomprehension.

It is the sword spirit in this sword array space, and I don't know how many Sword Sect Sect Masters I have seen here for tens of thousands of years, but for the first time, I haven't seen through this young man in front of me.

"If you say, the Ten Palaces Yama...... I destroyed it, will you believe it?" Ximen Tian raised his head and looked directly at the sword spirit, revealing a self-deprecating look.

The sword spirit trembled suddenly, and the sword array space became a little unstable.

"If the bridge was shattered by me and the Lechuan River dried up, would you still believe it?" asked Ximen Tian further, a black and white shirt fluttering slightly on the grassland.

Although the young man holding the sword stood opposite him, as a secret weapon of the Sword Sect, it rarely had a trace of illusion. The Netherworld is in chaos, the Ten Halls are destroyed, but the bridge can't save the soul, how capable is this young man?

"Eighteen layers of hell, the evil ghosts are slaughtered, the judges are all dead, and the ten yin handsome souls are scattered. ”

What Simon Tian stated was the truth, a fact that was difficult for all living beings to accept. Even Qingyang, who was outside the sword array space, was already sweating profusely when he heard these words.

Rao is his dignified Sword Saint, the number one master of the Eight Desolations, and he was also frightened. This is not only a crime against the heavens, but a great crime to destroy the order of heaven and earth! Reincarnation does not turn, no baby is born in the mortal world, but the bridge is broken, and the dead are stranded in the netherworld and never have the day.

"But what's the use of that? Qin'er has already lost her soul, is there any way you can get her to come back to me?" Ximentian choked up as he spoke, and his eyes gradually turned red.

"Maybe you can ......" The sword spirit has lived in the Sword Sect for a long time, presumably knowing some secret recipes.

"Don't lie to me anymore, the true spirit has been extinguished, and it has long been outside the six realms of reincarnation, and it has already returned to the chaos of the universe. Ximen Tian laughed miserably and sat down on the grass.

Not only did the Fengtian Immortal King not know, but the Dragon Emperor had never appeared in his memory, and even the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm was definitely powerless.

"But I don't know. After a pause, the sword-wielding boy finally finished his sentence.

Next, in the sword array space, Ximen Tian and the sword spirit sat opposite each other, without saying a word, quietly waiting for the passage of time.

In the Netherworld, the Excalibur stood in the void, and a mysterious voice came from outside the void.

"Although you are broken, you can still be regarded as an artifact, if you want, I can help you repair it. ”

The sword flashed and turned into a vague human form.

The voice fell, and a large hand beyond the stars grabbed the Excalibur. Excalibur dodged slightly, exuding a sense of resistance.

"Since you're willing to follow that fairy king, then wait. The mysterious voice faded away.

Excalibur's light was slightly dim, fluctuating regularly with the sword body in the space around it. It seemed a little lost, but it seemed to be determined.

Ximen Tian, who was far away in the Sword Sect, also raised the corner of his eye, and seemed to sense a trace of fluctuation in the dark, but soon fell into endless sadness.

"Your beings are not like our machine spirits, and some things will soon be forgotten. The young man holding the sword looked at Ximentian and came up with some words to comfort him, but found that Ximentian still ignored it at all.

After all, it's so hard to forget your loved ones. What's more, since Xu Wentian met Qin Fairy, his clear and innocent heart of asking the sword was born to protect Qin'er for eternity.

"You say that if a swordsman loses his sword, he is no longer a swordsman...... Just like this, what was supposed to be their own was caught empty. Ximen Tian suddenly raised his empty hands, and his eyes were a little hollow.

"There is a sword in the heart, and the soul of all things can be a sword. The sword spirit blurted out without hesitation.

Not only that, but all the immortal cultivators of the Sword Sect, including Ximen Feixue, the ancestor of Ximen Tian, and all those who pursue the way of the sword, as long as they have a sword heart, they will always be a swordsman.

"You're a sword spirit, so what do you say...... If a person has no heart, is he still a person?"

"If you don't have a heart, you die. "Compared with the scheming human race, this kind of sword spirit produced over time naturally doesn't think about what Ximen Tian will say next, but just truthfully says what he knows.

"That sword immortal has no sword heart, is he also dead? Ximen Tian was disheartened, and covered the part of his heart with one hand.

"Qin'er is my heart. ”

"It's still hot, and you still have a lot of work to do. The sword spirit suddenly smiled, and seemed to have a certain success.

"But all this ......" Ximen Tiangang wanted to explain, but found that everything on the grassland was gradually disappearing, and he returned to that empty space.

"When you really want to understand all this, you can enter the Ten Thousand Swords Abyss of my Sword Sect and go to find a sword of your own. Until you find the sword that belongs to you, you will not be considered a disciple of my Sword Sect. The young man holding the sword left a sentence and walked towards the depths of the sword array space.

The Ten Thousand Sword Abyss is a strange place of the Sword Sect, and the entire abyss is densely packed with swords. Long or short, just or weird, strong or weak, some of the little immortal saint swords left over from ancient times can even destroy the mind of an immortal cultivator with a weak Dao heart.

All the disciples of the Sword Sect will have a desire for the way of the sword to a greater or lesser extent, so that they can enter the Ten Thousand Sword Abyss and find a sword that suits him.

"Hey, you say it again! I didn't hear clearly!" Ximen Tian shouted again, and he was the only one left in the sword array space.

"What does it take to figure it all out? ”

In the vast space, a young man sat cross-legged in the air, his long black hair faintly white, and his clothes were centered on the sea of knowledge in the center of his forehead, showing uniform black and white.

Immortal qi and demonic thoughts germinated from the dantian, and for the first time, the phenomenon of fusion appeared, and the golden dragon veins that penetrated deep into the meridians also followed the method of breathing with Zhou Tian.