The old man finally came back to his senses and saw the drastic changes in the world. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info pursed his lips, and his shriveled and pitch-black left hand was raised, stroking it in the void.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth seemed to be touched by an invisible hand, and the cracks that spread out everywhere were all healed in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the world became the same as before, and there was no sign of any previous changes.

The old man moved his gaze to Wang Ni again, and stretched out his white bone right hand in the little girl's nervous look.

It was as if he was holding something in his right hand, but he couldn't see it, as if he was holding only air.

The old man's gaze became solemn, and the white bone right hand slowly stretched out towards the little girl, and when it was close to the little girl's body, the black halo appeared again, trying to flick the old man's hand away.

But this time, it couldn't bounce away, and only made the old man's white bone right hand retreat.

The old man let out a deep cry in his throat, and the black halo shattered in an instant like a layer of eggshells.

Bai Gu's right hand was in front of Wang Ni, spread.

But when Bai Gu's right hand was opened, a wisp of black qi suddenly appeared in Bai Gu's right hand, which originally had nothing. It's like something is blocking it, and now it's just moving it out.

Wang Ni's eyes were attracted by the wisp of black gas, and she felt that her body and mind were going to indulge in this black gas.

"Humph!"

The old man snorted, as if he was dissatisfied and like a warning. The black qi trembled violently, and Wang Ni's mind suddenly broke away from the black qi.

The black gas no longer attracted Wang Ni's attention as before, but it made Wang Ni feel inexplicably kind.

The old man opened his mouth and shouted in a deep voice.

"At this moment, you are the thirteenth generation descendant of the Death Sword. Ruling the dead air of heaven and earth, out of the sword of lifelessness. ”

"You will be the Sword Emperor of the Dead. ”

As if announcing to the heavens, the old man's voice sounded between heaven and earth, wanting to cut through this barren world and reach other worlds. But in the end, it only sounded in this heaven and earth, and never broke through.

The black qi trembled, and it blended into Wang Ni's eyebrows slightly, slowly condensing into a pattern.

Wang Ni only felt a trace of cool air entering from her eyebrows, and her body and mind felt a different kind of comfort. Gradually, she was going to indulge in this comfort. A feeling of tiredness slowly came up, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At the moment when Wang Ni fell asleep, black qi completely poured into the center of her eyebrows, and it actually formed a pattern of a small black sword, faintly glowing.

The old man breathed a deep sigh of relief, as if the burden that had been pressing on his heart was instantly unloaded, and he didn't look old at all. Flesh sprouts began to grow on the white bone's right hand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was actually about to grow a complete right arm.

But seeing the old man snorting, the rapidly growing flesh bud on his right arm suddenly stopped, and the flesh bud wrapped the white bone in half. Immediately, as if going back in time, the flesh sprouted rapidly, and the right arm returned to the appearance of white bones.

The old man snorted lightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he showed a meaningful smile, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like he was planning anything good.

After Wang Ni passed out, the invisible force disappeared, and as soon as her body went limp, she was about to fall to the ground.

saw that the old man waved his hand, and a thick soft mat appeared under Wang Ni and made her fall on top.

Like an old man, the old man sighed, looked up at the big sun that hung in the sky at any time, and snorted softly, as if disdainful.

He picked up the rod he had thrown on the ground and went back to the muddy pond to fish.

The world is as peaceful as it was before Wang Ni arrived.

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At the same moment, the Sword Sect's Blue Sky Cliff peaked.

This is the main hall of the sect of the Sword Sect, and the large halls are connected together, and it can be said that there is anything that can be used by any monk. A large hall, like a great world—and indeed a great world. This is the Sword Sect's great power to use the means of reaching the heavens to integrate a complete world into it, from the outside, this is just a large hall, but entering the inside, it is entering another world.

In this corner of the world, that is, from the outside, a corner of a large hall, an inconspicuous side hall.

On the side hall, the iron painting silver hook is engraved with three big characters - Luojian Pavilion.

The side hall is not big, but the inside is very empty, you can't see too many furnishings, as soon as you enter the door, you can only see a quaint long table directly opposite, there is a sword on the long table, no matter how ordinary the iron sword. But it seems to be enshrined here.

The long table is clinging to a wall with a pattern of seven small swords. Each small sword has a different pattern shape and a different color. But among them, the pattern of the small black sword is dim, as if it has been covered with dust for a long time, and it will not see the light of day.

Since the establishment of the Sword Sect, the pattern of these seven small swords has been like this, and the pattern of one of the small swords may fade, but it will not be long before it will light up again - except for the black small sword. After the establishment of the sect, the black sword pattern has never been lit up again after it has dimmed.

But on this day, the black sword pattern that had not been lit up for many years suddenly flashed, and it burst out with light that was enough to cover up several other small sword patterns. For a time, this side hall was illuminated.

In the Sword Sect, several elders who had been concentrating on cultivation in order to break through suddenly opened their eyes, and their eyes all surrendered to the location of this side hall.

Sword Sect, an old man with a goatee suddenly opened his eyes, let out a light "huh", his eyes turned, but he moved away from the side hall and looked at the sky, but his gaze seemed to penetrate this world and enter a barren world. There, there's an old man fishing.

The goatee pursed his lips, and when he saw the little girl who was sleeping next to the old man, he looked stunned, and suddenly showed a playful smile.

He said to himself, "Interesting. This little guy finally found a qualified heir, but it had a cause and effect with Naluo Tianzong. Those old immortals want to know, and they don't know what their expressions should be. ”

Humming an unknown tune, Goatee's mood suddenly improved.

On the Qingtian Cliff, in the largest hall, a half-hundred-year-old man dressed in gray linen clothes suddenly changed his expression, his eyes flashed, and his gaze passed through countless halls to reach the side hall.

This person was none other than the Sword Sect Master, Yun Shan.

Yun Shan's complexion changed, and when he opened his mouth, a voice came out, but it sounded in the ears of the elders of the Sword Sect.

"All the elders, the Sword Pavilion will discuss it. ”

When the voice fell, almost all the elders changed their faces.

When the black sword pattern in the Falling Sword Pavilion changed, not everyone could sense it. But when they heard the words of Luojian Pavilion, all the elders' hearts changed slightly.

Luojian Pavilion is the foundation of the Sword Sect, and everything in the Sword Sect originated here. It is important enough to come to the Sword Pavilion to discuss matters, and there are only two possibilities, the fall of the sword-wielder, or the new sword-wielding. However, the sword bearers of the Sword Sect were all safe and sound, but it made these elders puzzled in their hearts.

It was only half a breath, and all the elders, no matter what they were doing, put down what they were doing and arrived at the Falling Sword Pavilion.

Yun Shan's eyes swept away, and all the elders of the Sword Sect had already arrived.

Before they came, the elders didn't know what was going on, but when they arrived at the Falling Sword Pavilion and saw the pattern of the small black sword on the wall, they were shocked and knew what was happening.

However, this can't be!

They would even prefer to believe that a sword-wielder has fallen, rather than believe that this little black sword will appear as a sword-wielder.

Not only because this thing is impossible, but more because of the sword...... It's a sword of death.

The Sword Sect is divided into seven veins, one sword and one vein, the main vein of the Heavenly Sword Flow, the Qi Sword Flow, the Spirit Sword Flow, the Heavenly Sword Flow, the Death Sword Flow, the Heart Sword Flow, the Thunder Sword Flow, and the Fan Sword Flow.

The number of people is the largest, and the number of other six veins is also different, all of which are more suitable for the talent of the disciples under the sect, and which one will be assigned to which place.

However, even if the number of mortal sword streams was extremely small, there were still one hundred and ten disciples. There is only a stream of dead swords, and only one person is passed on from generation to generation.

This is still a person who appeared in order to prevent the death sword from flowing and breaking its roots, but he is just barely qualified to compound the cultivation of the death sword. The seven veins of the Sword Sect, each vein has a sword bearer, and they are all the people who are most in line with the cultivation of that vein of swordsmanship. But the Dead Sword Stream, since the beginning of the sect, the sword-bearer has fallen, and there has never been a sword-wielder again. There will be no more sword-wielders.

Because, the sword holder of the death sword line must be the Xuanyin Holy Body, this kind of physique that cannot be cultivated. The original sword-wielder appeared only because he was an acquired pseudo-Xuanyin holy body, barely meeting the requirements of cultivating the death sword.

And the Sword of Death, as its name suggests, the Sword of Death.

When the sword comes out, the heavens and the earth are silent, and all things die.

These were the last words of the sword-wielder before he died.

This is a sword that hurts others and hurts oneself, even a sword that cannot be controlled by the sword-bearer.

Yun Shan's gaze finally fell on the small black sword, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you think about this matter?"

Needless to say, everyone present already knew what was going on when they saw the small black sword pattern.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Yun Shan frowned and asked again, "If you have no opinion, then it will ...... The newborn sword-wielder brought it, held a sword-holding ceremony, and ordered him to be the seventh sword-wielding disciple of my Sword Sect. ”

As soon as these words came out, some elders couldn't hold back.

A short-bodied elder hurriedly spoke, "No!"

Yun Shan's gaze turned and landed on this person, a somewhat inscrutable look flashed in the depths of his gaze, his face remained unchanged, and he said, "Elder Li, what do you think?"

This Elder Li's gaze swept away, paused for a moment on several of the elders, and finally landed on Yun Shan, looked at him deeply, and said, "Sect Master, I think this matter is too important to be decided lightly. I still have to take more tests to do it, after all, the sword-wielding disciples represent the best disciples in every line of my Sword Sect. ”

Yun Shan's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to ask, "Then according to Elder Li, what should I do?"