This voice is not an auditory hallucination.

Not only the demonic clone, but even Aoki and Chu Yi heard this soft voice.

The turbulence of the sound of the sword suddenly stopped the sword machine spreading on the statue in front of him.

"Whose voice?"

For this sudden voice, Aoki's expression was instantly solemn when he heard it.

He didn't notice anyone approaching. The voice sounded out in silence.

This shows that the comer must be stronger than him, otherwise he would not have been unaware.

The soft sound of the sword touched the majestic sword machine on the statue, and made it still, which showed the strength of the person who came.

The sword machine that the statue originally spread was only within a few inches. There is no outreach. But you can still feel the horror of this sword machine.

At least Aoki didn't dare to touch it, for fear of inviting death.

Chu Yi still lowered her head and carefully gnawed on the jerky, for fear that she would bite too much, so that she would not be able to wait for her grandfather to wake up, and there would be nothing to fill her stomach before she woke up.

She didn't know that the demonic clone had awakened. The Sendai pierced through the temple and was high in the air, so I didn't see it.

I don't know what this crisp voice represents.

The demonic clone didn't stand up, or even look up. Just nodded and said, "I will." ”

Even if he didn't get the Demon Lord inheritance, he would do it.

In today's world, the only person who is most deeply involved with that one is Chu Cheng.

Because, that one is the predecessor of the snow ballad. It was the one who led him to the path of the extreme. He is also the one who guards him.

If I hadn't met her, I wouldn't have Chu Cheng now.

In this life, you can only be blinded by everyone. In the end, in the turbulent times of the ancient court, it was erased like an ant.

It's a gratitude.

Even if you don't have this kindness, when you take off the mask of the Mandate of Heaven in Donghua Remnant and that Immortal Court. He needs to carry the will of the Donghua Immortal King.

Qu Bugui eventually became Qu Rugui, although he eventually became strangers to the Donghua Immortal King, but their wishes were the same after all.

That is the one who guards it.

When this crisp voice is heard, the demonic clone knows who the source of this voice is. When the sound of the sword rang out, it was even more convinced.

Who created a big dream and refused to wake up?

It's a sword. A sword once held by the Demon Lord.

For a strong man, who knows the most about it?

Not friends, not relatives, not Taoist couples. Rather, it is a natal instrument that accompanies many years.

The demon lord is gone, but the sword he once held survives to this day.

It's just that the last obsession of the demon lord was survived by that sword. Leave a dream here, and those who come here will experience the past with the demon lord.

I know that the demon lord is ruthless, but he is affectionate. Let them remember this lover forever.

The demonic clone's gaze kept falling on the statue and didn't look back. The sound of the sword did not tremble again, nor did the crisp sound rise.

Until the wild goose startled, another black wild goose flew past the demonic clone.

This time, everyone saw the wild goose.

Since ancient times, carrier pigeons have carried messages. The wild goose flirts. This wild goose is the one who carries the love of the demon lord.

The wild goose stopped in front of the demonic clone.

When you stop, you can clearly see the face of this wild goose.

This is made up of demonic energy, which is slowly dissipating. Eventually, a blade is revealed.

To the end all revealed.

It all happens in a few breaths, a goose when the fog is thick, and a sword when it fades.

It was a large sword, seven feet long, made of ink and emitting cold light.

This sword does not have scattered wave sword intent, but the demonic clone knows that this sword contains a terrifying and powerful energy.

It is really like the king of swords that cultivates rhyme and hides, does not move, and shocks the world, and ten thousand swords respect it.

It's just that this sword is already in tatters. Only the middle part of the sword is dry, and the blade is not damaged.

"This sword ......." Aoki saw this black sword, and the pupils of his eyes also shrank sharply.

Just by looking at it, it was as if I saw that there was only this one sword left in the whole world.

Boundless, infinite power. It is as if a sword can break through the entire sky, and no one in the world can stop it.

I don't know if it's a hallucination or what, this feeling only appears for a moment, and quickly fades away.

The demonic clone looked at this sword, and the sword body was clearly reflected in the dark pupils.

He had a strange feeling as if he was looking at not a sword, but a face.

This one has a pair of talking eyes, which are as clear as a pool of autumn water. It seems to be able to penetrate the conjecture in the bottom of people's hearts.

"Sword Spirit?" the demonic clone looked at for a long time before asking.

"Yes. ”

The crisp voice sounded again, with some emotion, and said again: "I am the demon lord's natal weapon, and in the middle of the battle, my lord resisted the pursuit of the three taboos for that one, and finally fell." ”

"If my lord had insisted on not urging me to violence, he would have had a chance to rush back to see him. ”

It's just that in the end, he is still partial to that one, and wants to leave the Dao inheritance and look for someone who can replace him in the vast expanse, in the years to come. You can guard the One for him. ”

"I took my promise, came here with my broken body and re-encircled, and waited for countless years, until the wilderness rose again, and the prosperous era revived, and I found someone who could inherit the Taoist system for the demon lord. ”

"This promise is a long time for me. For him, it's not eternal. My lord was known as the most ruthless person in the world when he killed the four great realms. But who will know, his heart is like the peach blossom, full of thoughts. ”

"Peach blossoms every year, watching the wind and rain in the world, refusing to wither. ”

This flower is silent, even if the fragrance is only in the morning and night, it is still just hidden in the heart, and dare not show it. This is a non-return song, after all, it has become an amorous song. ”

The crisp voice sighed again, and the tone revealed reminiscence.

"He is the peach blossom, the one who is in this world for the demon lord. In his life, there was only that one in his eyes. It's just, in this world, will there be emotion and a ray of luster?"

The demonic clone shook his head, thinking that even if the demon lord expressed his intentions, he would eventually fall into the water.

When he knew that the predecessors of the snow rumor came from and the future, he would no longer be emotional.

Because she carries a world, a world that has no life when she stepped into that life.

It carries the aspirations of countless living beings after death. Come here to find a glimmer of hope to break the catastrophe.

Her heart died in the life that belonged to her. There will be no more tenderness that belongs to women.

Women are like candles, and when they are enthusiastic, agarwood permeates the room, making men eager to get close. But when the heavy rain died down and finally sank to the bottom of the river, it could no longer burn. There is no way to go back to the beginning of the year.

Under the never-ending infection of the river, it becomes cold and biting, and people dare not approach.

The destruction of the world is like the rain that pushes the candle into the bottom of the river. The heart of that one is completely cold, and no one can melt it.

"She won't. ”

The crisp voice sounded again, a soft sigh.

The two were silent.

It wasn't until another voice sounded that the demonic clone came back to his senses.

"Grandpa woke up? Xiaoyi is really hungry. Chu Yi had just finished chewing all the pieces of meat, and when he heard the words of the demonic clone, he hurriedly raised his head and stuffed the strip of cloth in his hand back into his arms, his eyes brightened.

But soon there was a light thud.

"Was that voice from this ugly sword? This sword can speak!

"You are an ugly sword! Sword master, my jade tree is in the wind, handsome and chic, I don't know how many mother swords I was fascinated by back then!" A scolding suddenly sounded.

When a person touches the scene, often a word from others will make the scene disappear.

That's what Chu Yi said.

For the demonic clone, the same is true of the words of the sword spirit in this big sword.

"But I'm not a sword, I'm a human. Childe said that I am good-looking, and I will definitely be even better looking in the future!" Chu Yi tilted his head and thought for a while, "Grandpa, is this sword still divided into male and female.......?"

“.......”

The demonic clone didn't expect Chu Yi to say such words. It's really powerful.

"Young master, the sword has no male and female. But the sword spirit has. Often the monk's natal instrument chooses to be with its master. If the owner is a woman, then the spirit is usually a woman as well. If its lord is a man, then the machine spirit is a male spirit?"

"What is the natal weapon?" Chu Yi frowned, not understanding.

After all, she had only been practicing for a few months, and she had stepped into the second step in a daze. Most people don't know anything about the spiritual world.

The only thing I know is that the monk can fly. Because she can fly.

“.......”

"Whose baby is this?" the sword spirit breathed.

"Sword seniors are angry!" The demonic clone already knew from the words of the sword spirit that this was the same kind of instrument spirit as Ding Ye, and everything had to be coaxed and praised.

"Master Jian, as a senior, how can I meet a little girl? But this little girl is also blessed. ”

The sword spirit saw that Chu Yi had obtained the Hongmeng Acquired Artifact and the Fire Spirit Bead. At such a young age, I stepped into the second step.

"I didn't expect that the person my lord was waiting for was also a demon, and the most quintessential demon. Born from the same source as our Lord. This is providence and fate!"

"And... You are still from the same place as that one, from Mochen. This is a greater providence and a greater fate. ”

The master of the sword spirit followed the cultivation of Mochen, and naturally came into contact with other cultivation of Mochen. After feeling the breath, he also realized that the demonic clone was the cultivation of Mochen.

The demonic clone nodded. Said: "The younger generation didn't expect that there were people of the same origin as me in this world. ”

"It's all fate. I am in a state where I cannot speak much. Since you have received the inheritance of our Lord, you should bow down. This worship is not to worship our lord, but to worship the thousands of strong men who died for that one in the first battle. ”

The demonic clone got up and turned around, if the sword spirit wanted him to worship the demon lord and accept it as his teacher, then he would definitely not worship.

But it is to worship those strong people who died in the battle for the predecessors of Xue Yu, so they should naturally worship.

He bent over with his fists clenched and slowly knelt on his legs. Bow to the ground.

It's just that under this worship, the mutation protrudes.

The statue trembled violently, and cracks kept appearing. In an instant, it was torn apart.

"it!"

Seeing this scene, the sword spirit immediately shouted.