Regarding the old man's seductive words, Chen Mo didn't react at once. And the little scholar next to him seemed to be frightened by the old man's few words. A little embarrassed, he sarcastically said, "Old man, just you two." I also want to covet the brother of the Taoist in the name of accepting apprentices, the divine sword of the black charcoal head. This Taoist chief advises you to die that heart as soon as possible. ”

Speaking of this, the little scholar glanced at Chen Mo, and then continued to sarcastically: "Wait for the two of us to return to the sect." At that time, the Daoist Master personally went to ask the sect master and asked the master and his old man to promise to accept the black charcoal head as an apprentice, and he was not a hundred generations stronger than you, an old man. ”

Seeing that the black-faced charcoal head did not speak, the little scholar next to him mocked himself, and the old man sighed and said, "That's it, since you don't want to trade like this, the old man doesn't force it." However, this divine sword can't be returned to you for the time being, and the old man still needs to study and write for a while. ”

After speaking, the old man saw that Chen Mo did not speak, and the little scholar next to him seemed to have something to say. He turned to reply: "I can't help but think that the old man is bullying the weak! The old man promised that during the time when he was studying the sword heart of the divine sword, he could pass on some sword tricks and sword techniques to you, and he has made compensation." ”

After hearing the strange old man's words, Chen Mo understood that this was the best result, and hurriedly replied: "If the senior really likes the Divine Sword. It's not impossible to give the seniors some time to study Excalibur. ”

"It's just that there's going to be a deadline for this!"

Chen Mo, who said this, saw that the old man was not angry, so he continued: "Besides, the junior is now a little injured and sick, and he can't learn any exercises, so I am afraid that it will take some time to ask the senior for advice." ”

The little scholar next to him heard Chen Mo's reply, and he didn't continue to ridicule the old man. Instead, he turned around and took the imperial envoy to take off the sword, intending to take Chen Mo and continue to fly towards the Medicinal Diet Valley.

After hearing Chen Mo's words, the strange old man glanced at Chen Mo, thought for a moment and said, "The wound on your body! The cure is only a moment. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he didn't wait for Chen Mo to answer, but turned his hand and shot a sword light at Chen Mo's body. After doing it, he seemed to explain to Chen Mo, who was full of doubts: "What entered your body just now is a supreme sword intent from the old man. ”

After the strange old man's sword light entered his body, Chen Mo felt that his inner sea, as if all things were blooming, exuded vitality all over his body.

"This sword intent can drive away the battlefield killing intent in your inland sea. ”

Listening to the old man's puzzle in his ears, Chen Mo was a little incredulous, and hurriedly thanked him: "Sick for many days! Fortunately, the seniors helped each other, and the younger generations were grateful." ”

In response to Chen Mo's thanks, the old man seemed to have done something insignificant, and then said, "As for studying your divine sword, maybe the rest of the month is enough." The longest will not be more than a year. ”

After running the Six Desires Heart Sutra, the inland sea is already unimpeded Chen Mo. After hearing the old man's words, he replied with a happy face: "The matter of the divine sword! ”

Seeing that Chen Mo agreed, the old man said "yes" a few times. Then he said directly: "Since you have agreed, then go to the Linzhu Sword Shrine with the old man now!"

After speaking, he didn't wait for Chen Mo to respond, and with a wave of his hand, he took Chen Mo and ran away into the distance.

The voice from afar passed to the little scholar who made the imperial envoy flying the sword: "Little guy, tell your uncompetitive sect master, my sword is crazy and old bamboo, and I have taken this little friend away." ”

Just as he was about to scold the black charcoal boy, the little scholar who was directly taken away by the old man, he was about to scold! After hearing the words, he stood on the flying sword in anger, pointed in the direction of the two who had gone away, and scolded.

After scolding, as if he had thought of something, he said to himself: "I don't know if this is the master, whether this is the completion of Senior Sister Mao's commission." She promised to finish her errand, and next time she went out, she would take the head of the road with her.

"However, this person has been lost by this way, is it counted?"

The little scholar, who had been talking to himself for a while, flew towards the Sword Sect with a smile on his face as if he had thought of something.

He planned to repay the credit, after all, the black charcoal head's injury had just been healed. As for the people, whatever! He said that the black charcoal head recovered from his injuries and went home.

The little scholar who thought of the reward, but he didn't know his so-called explanation, and it was not very convincing, and he didn't know that he was locked up for half a month by his sect master because of this matter.

Let's not talk about it.

At the end of Chen Mo, he was swept away by the old man's hand, only to feel that his eyes could not keep up with the changes in the environment around him, and when he stabilized his eyes, he found that he seemed to be in an endless cemetery.

As far as the eye catches the eye, there are all kinds of broken tombstones, and countless uneven mounds of graves. It made Chen Mo feel extremely desolate, but there was an indescribable, inexplicable strange aura, flowing around him, and his whole body was cold.

This made Chen Mo a little scared in his heart, and even thought that when someone arrived here at night, the timid might be directly scared to the butt to urinate, and the bold would be terrified.

Just like him Chen Mo now, he dared to go to the Valley of the Long Corpse at night to pick up the Tusked Corpse King, but the strange aura here made him feel scared.

For him, it was a place full of fear of the unknown.

The sword madman Lao Zhu, who brought Chen Mo here, saw Chen Mo's trembling body, but he was forced to calm himself, and said with a strange smile: "Here, what makes you afraid is not some yin and evil qi. It's the countless swords buried here, and the sword intent emitted is regrettable. ”

For the old man's words, Chen Mo was not much better.

The old man explained as if to comfort him, "Even a cultivator in the Mortal Stage will be too frightened to move when he arrives here because of the soaring sword intent emanating from here. And if you cultivate with your mind, it is good that you can behave like this. ”

Seeing the old man walking freely in front of him, the comforting words he said did not drive away the coolness around Chen Mo.

He had no choice but to follow the old man.

The two of them walked all the way to this seemingly endless cemetery, when they came to a dense and vast bamboo forest. Chen Mo looked at the sea of bamboo, but it made him feel like he was pierced by countless sharp swords.

And he wanted to dodge, to feel that the whole world was full of sharp swords, densely packed, and surrounded all around him.

Let him have a kind of nowhere to hide, nowhere to defend, and a kind of sadness that is about to be pierced, and his body is in a different place, and the terrifying aura of death.

At this time, the old man beside Chen Mo saw him trembling all over, and he froze his body as if he was in a dream, and he didn't dare to take another step forward.

The old man smiled first, and then a hovering sword light appeared in the palm of his hand, and he directly used that strange hand to touch Chen Mo's forehead, which was already drenched in cold sweat.

Then, Chen Mo's body seemed to be surrounded by countless sword-shaped gases, surrounding him. This made his whole person look like a layer, a defensive light shield composed of countless sharp swords, which was strange but reassuring.

After doing this, Lao Dao saw Chen Mo, who was already looking as usual, and said, "Let's go! ”

As if Chen Mo was in the sea of swords, his body had been pierced by countless sharp swords, without any human form. But just when he thought it was over for the rest of his life, the countless sharp swords that pierced his body glowed white one after another, and then disappeared directly.

And his body with countless sword holes also returned to its original appearance, and then he only felt that his head was clear, and when he opened his eyes, he heard what the old man in front of him said.

By the time Chen Mo came back to his senses, the old man had already walked towards the dark bamboo forest.

Seeing this, Chen Mo hurriedly followed. Only then did he realize that there seemed to be countless white transparent sword-shaped gases around him.

This made him feel that he had become a moving oval mask, very fantastical and beautiful.

Those who traveled along the way, the bamboo leaves in the shape of the tip of the sword and the round bamboos that were knotty in height, seemed to be afraid of the light shield around Chen Mo. As if they were alive, the spirits avoided them.

This allowed Chen Mo at this time, in the dense bamboo sea, to follow the old man unimpeded.