Swish!

In the backyard of the ancient temple, a white light broke through the sky.

Descending in the courtyard, it is like a full moon in the sky, bright and immaculate.

Moon Occult Bow!

Su Zimo stretched out his hand to take it and rubbed it gently.

On the bow body, the sixth innate spirit pattern that was not fully formed was already extremely clear!

Innate Spirit Weapon!

At the bottom of the Burial Dragon Valley, the Moon Occult Bow has gone through fifteen years of swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, and finally became an innate spiritual weapon!

Su Zimo's expression was calm, and he put the Moon Occultation Bow into the storage bag.

"Take the knife!"

In Su Zimo's mind, a voice sounded.

Before the words fell, there was a burst of Jin Ge fighting sounds in the backyard, trembling and contending, resounding through the heavens and the earth, filled with a solemn atmosphere, and the temperature of the entire ancient temple plummeted!

The Blood Quenching Knife is born!

A blood light shot up into the sky, suspended in midair, and the six spirit patterns shone with dazzling brilliance.

The weirdest thing is that the sixth spirit pattern is actually blood red!

This innate spirit pattern dyed the light around the Blood Quenching Knife red.

The blade exudes a strong bloody aura, which makes people shudder!

As expected by the red-haired ghost, the blood quenching knife was buried in the cemetery behind it, soaked in the blood of many peerless powerhouses 10,000 years ago, and it really underwent an amazing transformation!

Removing the edge of the innate spirit weapon itself, the blood quenching knife is monstrous!

The blood light and bloody aura emitted by the blade can even affect the monk's mind!

The little fox's cultivation was not enough, just by looking at it, he felt a chill to the bone, and a Senluo hell seemed to appear in front of him, with corpses and bones all over the ground, and blood flowing!

The little fox shuddered and quickly closed his eyes.

Ming Zhen also changed color slightly, chanting the Buddha's name lightly, calming his mind.

Whining!

The Blood Quenching Knife suddenly galloped towards Su Zimo, murderous, extremely fast, and made a breathtaking sound in mid-air!

More than ten years ago, the red-haired ghost said.

Once the Blood Quenching Knife is promoted to an innate spirit weapon, it will definitely be a fierce thing!

Murder weapons, most of them kill the master.

The more powerful it is, the harder it is to submit!

Su Zimo didn't move, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyes were deep, just quietly looking at the blood quenching knife that broke through the air, his eyes were calm.

He didn't seem to have any intention of making a move.

But for some reason, the closer the Blood Quenching Knife was to Su Zimo, the slower it became, as if it was stuck in a quagmire!

Mingzhen and the little fox both widened their eyes.

Seeing that the blade of the knife was less than an inch away from Su Zimo's eyebrows!

Its edge almost touched Su Zimo's skin.

But Su Zimo didn't move!

In his eyes, there was not even a trace of waves!

Looking at these pair of eyes that were like ancient wells, Ming Zhen suddenly felt a trace of chill and fear!

At the bottom of the Buried Dragon Valley, Su Zimo, who has been dormant for twenty years, is like a sleeping volcano.

The news came that the volcano had woken up.

Although it is calm now, whoever touches him, this volcano will surely burst out of the world-destroying magma, annihilate the living beings, and burn everything!

"Huh?"

Mingzhen sighed softly.

The Blood Quenching Knife was trembling.

This fierce thing seems to have felt something.

It's in fear!

Its nature is bloodthirsty and killing.

If you can kill the lord and drink the blood of the master, it will become stronger!

And now, it faintly felt that if it stabbed down this time, the seemingly handsome man in front of it would definitely destroy it with his own hands!

It didn't dare to move.

There was a brief silence.

The tip of the blood quenching knife slowly fell, and the entire blade hung down in front of Su Zimo's eyes, the edge was exposed, and the handle of the knife was facing Su Zimo, within reach.

Succumb!

This great evil thing has just been born, and it has already been subdued!

From beginning to end, Su Zimo didn't move, and his eyelids didn't blink!

Su Zimo took the blood quenching knife and put it in the storage bag.

Counting the previous Coiling Dragon Seal, Ugin Arrow, plus the Moon Occultation Bow and the Blood Quenching Knife, he already has four innate spirit weapons!

Seeing Su Zimo's intentions, the little fox moved and wanted to follow.

"Wait for me here. ”

Su Zimo glanced at the little fox and said lightly, his voice had not fallen, and he had already pushed the door away.

The little fox's eyes darkened, and his expression was lost.

Ming Zhen said softly: "Little fox, don't worry, since the little junior brother said so, he will definitely come back!"

The little fox nodded, but there was still deep worry in his eyes.

......

in the main hall.

The old monk looked at the four lines of handwriting on the wall and was silent for a long time.

"It's rare, it's really rare. ”

After a long time, the old monk let out a long breath and said with emotion: "That red-robed woman is an existence looking down on the heavens, and it is still common sense to be able to leave such a majestic and empty two-line word." ”

"What is rare is that this son is cultivated in the Jindan realm, and the two lines of words on his follow-up are not weak at all!"

The red-haired ghost also exclaimed: "Once the dust is gone, it will shine through the mountains and rivers and thousands of flowers, it will really swallow the mountains and rivers and look at the world! If your broken temple is still there, many years later, these four lines of words will surely become a good story and a legend." ”

The old monk nodded and sighed: "You and I are fortunate to be witnesses." ”

The red-haired ghost suddenly laughed strangely and said, "It's okay now, the ancient battlefield will open soon." More than ten years ago, that junior of the Mixed Yuan Sect, the boy who was known as the invincible kid in the Jindan Realm, had an opponent!"

"It's hard to say. ”

The old monk shook his head and said, "Do you think that Emperor Yin will leave when he comes here and has nothing to gain?"

"In addition, a hundred years ago, Di Yin was the number one on the vision list, and now no one knows how far he has grown. The chaotic sea of the human emperor cannot be underestimated. This man is horrible!"

The old monk has a very high evaluation of Di Yin!

The red-haired ghost said: "No matter what, if the two are born in the same era, they will be lifelong enemies! ”

"That's all for later, and we have to wait for the ancient battlefield to open. The old monk said.

After a while, the red-haired ghost suddenly gloated and laughed, and said: "This son has been dormant at the bottom of the Burial Dragon Valley for twenty years, and now that he has heard the news that his relatives are critically ill and reborn, he must have held back a fire in his heart!"

"If you don't open your eyes, you really provoke him...... Hey, hey!"

The old monk chanted a Buddha horn and said softly: "I still hope that everything will go well, after he cuts off the dust, he will turn back and make less killing." ”

"Hmph, the trees want to be quiet, and the wind doesn't stop!"

The red-haired ghost stood up with a thud, and the chains on his body shook and made a loud noise.

"He won't take the initiative to provoke others, but twenty years is enough to dilute a lot of things, presumably many monks in the Northern Regions have forgotten him!"

The red-haired ghost looked up to the sky and laughed, and said loudly: "That's good, the cultivators in the Northern Regions tremble! The ancient demon who was besieged by you, bullied by you, and beaten into the Burial Dragon Valley by you back then is back! Hahahaha!"

It's a game, it's very tangled, the general plot direction is fine, it's stuck in the details, it's a bit of a bull's horn. It's not that you can't write it, or you are not satisfied with what you write.

(End of chapter)