Chapter 12: Forgetting is the ultimate in hard work!

The old voice spoke, and it didn't have that deafening momentum, but everyone could hear it clearly, as if the one who spoke was close at hand.

In the distance, the water is vast and boundless, and on an inconspicuous island, along with the sound, a figure slowly emerges.

Everyone hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned their gaze and focused on the figure, and when they saw the approaching figure clearly, many monks were at a loss, obviously not familiar with the comer.

However, when the older generation of monks gathered in the center saw that figure, their expressions suddenly froze, and a flash of essence flashed in their eyes.

Even the Seven Illusion Venerable, who was still arrogant and domineering under the competition of all the monks, his face froze, his eyes turned, and his complexion became particularly strange.

"Damn, why did this old guy come out?!Mader, I thought he was already dead. ”

The Seven Illusions Venerable muttered to himself, and a light sigh came, which made him suddenly feel a bad feeling, and when he looked up, the figure that came out of the island was already not far away, and he was looking at him helplessly.

"Ahem...... That ......"

The Seven Illusion Venerable's face, which seemed to be thicker than the city wall, actually appeared embarrassed at this moment, he coughed dryly twice, and his speech became unfavorable, compared with the thunderous and fiery temper before, it was really difficult to associate it with the same person.

"After so many years, you little guy are still so reckless and rude......"

The old figure, dressed in a green cloth shirt, had a peaceful face, and although his hair was gray, it gave people a sense of spirit. When his words fell, many monks in the distance suddenly turned bright, although they didn't know the identity of this old man, but they still knew a lot about the Seven Illusion Venerable, this powerful cultivator who had been famous for hundreds of years had always been arrogant and domineering, and it was an existence that many people were unwilling to provoke. But now, such a prickly head is called a little guy......

Thinking of this, everyone thought it was weird, the Seven Illusion Venerables were all called little guys, so they should not be counted as small.

"Old fellow, you !!"

While everyone was thinking like this, the angry voice of the Seven Illusion Venerable spread, and I don't know when, the Swinging Ghost Sword had already fallen into the hands of the old man, and in an instant, it was silent.

This scene made countless people's hearts tremble. Even the three elders of the Zhou family, who had confronted the Seven Illusion Venerable just now, were all shaken, and a sense of powerlessness arose in their hearts.

In the face of such a person, it is almost impossible for their Zhou family to keep the Ghost Sword.

"The Nine Heavens Ancient Sword has spirituality, and it is by no means a forcible seizure that can be truly possessed, even if you seize possession for a while, you will eventually lose it, and you will pay a terrible price for it. ”

The old man spoke slowly, ostensibly speaking to the Seven Illusion Venerable, but in fact, everyone here understood that this was meant for everyone, and in the face of such a strong man who cultivated against the sky, even the elders of the Zhou family could only be silent.

They know better what the old man in front of them represents. Before they became famous, the other party had already cultivated to Tongtian and won the title of Nine Heavens, and now, not to mention, there is no more.

Bitter Xuandao people!

A powerful monk who resounded in the Nine Heavens World thousands of years ago, in that era when geniuses gathered, with his incomparable strength, competed among the best, and finally won the honor of Nine Heavens and Ten Sons.

"After so many years, Seven Illusions, you should understand this very well. ”

The Kuxuan Daoist looked at the Seven Illusions Venerable, and a color of disappointment flowed through his eyes, and he followed him and said: "At the beginning, the old man admired you very much, if it weren't for your insistence on leaving, with your talent, you must have already had your own Dao fruit at this time." ”

The words of the bitter Xuan Daoist shook everyone, it turned out that he still had such a relationship with the Seven Illusions Venerable, and when the older generation of strong people heard this, their minds suddenly dawned, no wonder the Seven Illusions Venerable suddenly emerged, as if out of thin air, there was no door and no faction, but he had a strong and extremely strong ability.

It turned out that he had a great relationship with the Kuxuan Daoist, one of the Ten Sons of the Nine Heavens.

"Old things, what are you doing this old fellow, thousands of years have passed, and I am no longer the little monk I was at the beginning. ”

The Seven Illusion Venerable looked proud and continued: "Left, don't I mix well, that broken place, what's the big deal." ”

Hearing this, the Kuxuan Daoist shook his head and said, "Indeed, old things, don't mention them. ”

"The old man on this trip, who came here by the entrustment of others, has no thoughts about the Nine Heavens Ancient Sword, so everyone can rest assured, and the undercurrent is turbulent nowadays, and the monks should not compete with each other, and it is the main task of the old man to stop this big move. ”

Kuxuan Daoist said, and then his gaze swept over everyone, under his gaze, no matter who it was, he felt as if he had been seen through, all the secrets, and there was a feeling that there was nothing to hide.

"As for the Nine Heavens Ancient Sword, as I have just said, they all have spirituality, and the ghost sword appears in the world, appearing in the Burial Heaven Yin Pool, and the Burial Heaven Yin Pond is restricted, so it should conform to the will of heaven, the younger generation, and those who are destined to get it. ”

After the bitter Xuan Daoist finished speaking, his sleeve robe flicked, the sword light flickered, and the ghost sword fell directly into the hands of the young man of the Zhou family, and the sudden change made the man suddenly a little at a loss, and his face was surprised, and he looked at the great elder of the Zhou family, and the great elder was obviously frightened, but then he calmed down and nodded at the young man.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

The man saluted respectfully towards the bitter Xuan Daoist, and was buried in the Heavenly Yin Pool, they took great pains to sway the ghost sword, and almost gave up their lives, and it took them all the power to get it, and they were taken away as soon as they came out, that kind of gap made him extremely angry, if it wasn't for his excellent heart, he would have already started with the Seven Illusions Venerable, and that ending was obviously a tragic death on the spot.

"It's just that the thing is returned to its original owner, you can get it from many younger generations, and it can be regarded as fate, but whether you can exert its power depends on whether you are the real destined person of the Ghost Sword. ”

The Kuxuan Daoist said, everyone was silent, although the eyes looking at the ghost sword were still hot, but no one dared to make a move, here, everyone understood that their life and death were almost between the thoughts of the Kuxuan Daoist.

"Boom...... Those who are destined to get it, then who is more suitable for this dark thing than us. ”

However, a piercing and ugly laughter resounded, followed by the vast sea water around it, giving birth to a vast black gas, that overwhelming posture, in an instant, this water area was enveloped.

In the black mist, the dark red eyes shone with a bloodthirsty and dark strange light.

"Sure enough, there was still a ......"

Ku Xuan Dao Man's face was calm, and he didn't seem to have much surprise, and muttered. At the same time, among the crowd in the distance, among many ordinary monks, a figure shrouded in black robes raised his head, and under the hood, a pair of eyes like a starry sky were circulating, indifferently looking at the black mist rolling in the distance.

The sunlight shone from above, and it was extremely dazzling against the black fog all around.

The orange brilliance fell on the black robe, making the face clear, he turned his head slightly, and looked in a direction, where, in the dark blue water whirlpool, several figures rushed out, one of them, the posture was light, graceful and moving, like a butterfly.

"Ye Ling......"

When he saw that figure, the eyes of the black-robed man, who had always been extremely calm, suddenly flashed, as if there was a thunderclap in his mind, so that he didn't know how long he hadn't had the slightest wave of mood, setting off a stormy wave.

The past events, one by one, come to mind.

That countenance, I thought I had forgotten, but it was still ...... So familiar.

It's not that it's forgotten, but it's hard to remember it to the extreme, and it's hidden deep in the bottom of my heart.

When the black-robed man looked at the figure, he didn't pay attention to it, the Kuxuan Daoist who was standing in the wind from a high place, looked at him inadvertently, and in an instant, the ancient well of the Kuxuan Daoist was extremely calm from the moment he appeared, and even the black fog suddenly appeared, and the dark shadow hit with great momentum, and there was no change in the slightest on the old face, after seeing the delicate face under the black robe, his eyes were shocked, and his expression changed greatly.

"Xue Ling ......"

It was as heavy as a thousand words, squeezed out of the throat of the bitter Xuan Dao person.

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