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This is the biggest secret of Lin Yizhi's body, except for the Silence Demon Heart and the Demon Pill. The difference is that there are two people who know the secret.

He and his master are uninhibited.

It was about two years ago in the early morning, Lin Yizhi had no intention of sleeping, so he got up early to breathe in the morning air of Liwu Mountain. The fresh and clear air from the Sorrowful Mountain made Lin Yizhi very intoxicated.

He walked around and unknowingly crossed the cloud bridge and came to the main entrance of the Daoist Hall. Only then did I suddenly wake up, how did I run here recklessly.

Lin Yizhi turned around and wanted to leave, when he heard footsteps behind him. He had to turn back, but he saw Master Lu Wujian standing in front of the door of the Wendao Hall, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, and the bamboo basket was covered with a square scarf, and he didn't know what was under the square scarf.

Obviously, he was a little surprised that he suddenly appeared in the Wendao Hall, and after glancing at him, he didn't lose his temper in the rare time, but just said to him lightly, you come with me.

After saying this, he went first.

Lin Yizhi hurriedly hurried up.

The two of them walked on the winding path from the Sorrow Mountain, the fog was thick in the early morning from the Sorrow Mountain, Lin Yizhi didn't dare to get too close to the master, from his eyes, the back of the master Lu Wuru was faint in the clouds, and it was indescribably dusty.

It's just that Lin Yizhi actually felt that although Shizun's back today was like an immortal, it was vaguely vicissitudes and loneliness.

Probably because he felt wrong, Lin Yizhi didn't dare to ask Lu Wujian's state of mind at the moment, let alone where he was going to take him, just silently followed behind Shizun like this.

Along the way, Lu Wujian never looked back at him, even if Lin Yizhi was sometimes distracted and the distance between him and him was lowered, he never stopped for half a moment.

Lin Yizhi even felt that the master should forget that he was still following him.

All the way forward, silent.

I don't know how long I walked, but Lin Yizhi's eyes were barren and grassy, and they were all overwhelmed.

A small lonely grave was faintly reflected in the barren grass within about ten feet ahead.

Lu Wujian stopped, didn't look back, only said let Lin Yizhi wait here, and walked towards the lonely grave.

Lin Yizhi looked at it from a distance, and he saw that his master Lu Wujian came to the lonely grave, put down the bamboo basket in his hand gently, uncovered the square scarf, took out all the things in the bamboo basket, and placed them in front of the lonely grave.

It's just half a dozen paper money, a jar of soju, and three or two sticks of sandalwood.

Lin Yizhi saw that after the master put these things in place, he stood in front of this lonely grave for a long time, and then slowly knelt down.

Lu Wujian turned his back to him, Lin Yizhi couldn't see the expression on Shizun's face, but from his back, Lin Yizhi could feel that Shizun should be very sad and stunned at this time.

Because in his eyes, Lu Wuji, who had never shown a trace of weakness in front of his disciples, kept trembling his shoulders.

Who is buried in that lonely grave, and what virtues can make the master weep for it?

A gust of wind passed, the yellow sand swayed, and Lu Wuji's back looked a lot of vicissitudes under the shroud of the yellow sand.

Lin Yizhi saw Lu Wujian slap the jar of soju open, spilled the soju on the ground, and seemed to be muttering something, and then raised the jar and made a gesture of invitation to the lonely grave, raised his head, and drank a few sips.

He drank for a while, then gently put down the wine jar and slowly stood up.

But he didn't mean to leave, as if he was thinking about something when he looked at the lonely grave in front of him.

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi heard the voice of the master, Old Five, come here.

Lin Yizhi hurriedly strode over and stood behind his master with his head down.

Lu Wujian asked him to come forward again, and Lin Yizhi walked to Lu Wujian's side, and the two stood side by side.

Lu Wujian looked vicissitudes of life, and slowly spoke, Old Five, what do you have to ask?

Lin Yi had thousands of questions in his heart, but for some reason, when Shizun said this, he felt that all the doubts in his heart were not important, if Shizun wanted to say it, he would naturally say it.

Lin Yizhi shook his head.

Lu Wujian nodded lightly, but there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes. I made up my mind in an instant.

He bent down to pick up the jar of soju on the loess, put it in front of Lin Yizhi, and let him take a few sips to try.

Lin Yizhi had drunk wine before, whether it was Nalan Mingxuan or Chu Xiao's own wine, he had drunk it.

Nalan's wine is sweet and drunk, and he is drunk like a fairy.

Chu Xiao's wine is thick and strong, and when he is drunk, he is drunk, and he is happy when he is drunk.

Therefore, when Lu Wujian handed him this small half jar of soju, he took it without the slightest hesitation and took a big sip.

He thought it was ordinary soju.

However, when the wine entered his throat, he suddenly felt that the whole throat burned with endless bitterness, and the bitterness and burning of the liquor made it difficult for him to swallow.

He still stubbornly swallowed the bitter and astringent wine in his mouth without leaving a drop, but when the wine entered his intestines, the bitterness and burning feeling disappeared, but there was an indescribable peace and mellowness.

Lin Yizhi had never felt like this, so he actually raised the wine jar again and drank the rest of the wine.

Lu Wujian asked him how he was, he shook his head, and only said that he had never felt like this, one wine, two tastes.

Lu Wujian nodded and told him that this wine was made by the dead man in the tomb.

Other people's wine is drunk with people, and his wine is drunk with sorrow.

Lin Yizhi finally couldn't help but ask who was buried in the tomb, but Lu Wujian said that it was an empty tomb, just the soul of a dead person was buried.

Lin Yizhi didn't ask again, but saw that there were still scattered sandalwood in the loess that were unused, so he picked them up one by one, lit them all, and bowed three times to the empty tomb.

Then he said, since the master worships you, you should also be a hero, and I have drunk your wine, and I also worship you.

The approval in Lu Wuji's eyes was even better, and he didn't speak, just quietly watched Lin Yizhi bow three times, and then inserted the three pillars of sandalwood into the loess in a regular manner.

Lu Wujian didn't hesitate anymore, and only said one sentence.

Bring a sword.

Lin Yizhi was still using light marks at that time, so he handed them to Shizun.

Lu Wujian single-handed horizontal sword, his body was shocked, and the sword was dignified.

Look at it.

In Lin Yizhi's eyes, Lu Wuji's hand danced lightly.

In an instant, the sword shadow was like weaving, completely lifting up the sand and dust on the ground, covering the sun and the sky in an instant.

Heaven and earth were tarnished by the yellow sand.

It's just that in Lin Yizhi's eyes, between heaven and earth, there is only one person and one sword, which has never been clearer.

The sword shadow and sword intent that soared into the sky caused the heaven and earth to lose color, and the wind and thunder were agitated.

In an instant, the sword and the man seemed to merge together, and it was impossible to tell where the man was and where the sword was.

The vicissitudes of heaven are for eternity.

At this moment, above this eternity, there is also a giant sword that is terrifying.

This day and this earth are tied to the thought of the sword-bearer.

The sword moved, the sky changed color, and the ghosts and gods wept in fear.

Lu Wujian slowly withdrew the sword in his hand, and stood with his head bowed in mid-air, and after a while, the discolored heaven and earth became light and light.

The clouds are rolling and the clouds are soothing.

In this style, you must not be afraid of death, the fifth child, you can see clearly.

Clear.

This style does not need to be defended, only needs to open and close, and move forward, without this momentum, it will be completely wasted. The old five, you can see clearly.

Clear.

This formula, when not respecting the sky, not afraid of ghosts and gods, heaven and earth, tied to a slash. The old five, you can see clearly.

Clear.

Lu Wujian seemed to be satisfied with his head, and suddenly walked away with his negative hand.

The sound of vicissitudes in mid-air came, this style is famous, called killing ghosts and gods!

The disciple wrote it down.

After another half an hour, Lu Wuji's voice came again, Lao Wu, if the ghost god is used to the extreme, ** Eight Desolations, no one can stop this sword. It's just that the ghost slaying sword is still there, but the person who slays the ghost and god can't be found anymore......

Old Five, you have to remember that you know and I know this style of killing ghosts and gods, and if it is not a moment of life and death, it must not be used. If the people of the world know about the existence of ghosts and gods, I am afraid that the consequences are unimaginable, so you must keep it a secret......

Lin Yizhi was stunned on the spot, the master taught him this style of killing ghosts and gods, and he didn't let himself use it often, he really couldn't understand the reason.

Perhaps, it has something to do with the owner of the empty grave.

Thinking of this, Lin Yizhi didn't hesitate anymore, kowtowed three times towards the lonely tomb, then turned around and left slowly.

In the following two years, he never used the Demon Slaying God, and Master Lu Wujian seemed to have forgotten about this matter and never mentioned it to him.

Only he knew how amazing the sword that day was......

Lin Yizhi thought that this ghost slaying god might no longer be used, because he would eventually die old......

............

Today, Lin Yizhi is in danger and far away from Liwu Mountain.

It's time for the ghost slayer god to reappear.

It's just that his own cultivation can reproduce the power of the sword of the master that day?

Thinking like this, no one said hello, and quietly walked out of the scope of the gossip town.

Guan Kuanzheng was concentrating on the blue mang shot by the skeleton in mid-air, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Lin Yizhi walking out of the safe area, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother, come back quickly!"

The woman in the yellow dress was also a little worried: "Lin Yizhi, what are you doing?"

Lin Yizhi was still walking forward, and the clothed man beside him roared. He didn't look at it, his mind moved, the red sky flew in the sky, and all the people who attacked him were planted in the muddy water, and they couldn't die anymore.

It was so easy that the people who originally wanted to rush up were so shocked that they didn't dare to move forward.

Even the soulless in mid-air also felt that Lin Yizhi's momentum seemed to be like a different person.

Lin Yizhi looked up at the sky dyed blue by the skull, and suddenly slowly rushed into the soulless soul that appeared in the skull and said lightly: "You, you're going to die." Can you believe it?"

Not to mention that there is no soul, everyone in the battlefield was suddenly stunned, and looked at Lin Yizhi who was suddenly a little abnormal in front of him for some unknown reasons.

Even the soulless is also angry and laughing, isn't it that this junior who is away from worry is frightened by his own soullessness, and suddenly talks nonsense.

As soon as Soulless wanted to speak, Lin Yi's eyes flashed coldly, and he said slowly: "You, you're going to die." Can you believe it?"

"I ......" Soulless suddenly felt that Lin Yizhi's eyes were never sharper, and he lost his mind for a while, and only said the word "I".

Lin Yizhi smiled faintly and said, "Huangquan Hall Master, is your role model......

Soulless was a little angry, and there was also some hysterical and miserable shouting: "Junior, don't talk big, let's avoid my Soulless Gloom first!"

After he finished speaking, he himself felt inexplicable about his hysteria. Do you really feel scared?

No, how could I be afraid of this junior!

Soulless hearts are furious, desperately shouting incantations. In an instant, the skull's eyes in mid-air exploded, and countless blue rays like lightning surging in their eyes gathered wildly.

The ghost cry and the yin wind reverberated between heaven and earth again, but this time, the power generated made everyone feel like they were falling into the Nine Shadows Palace.

"Leave the junior, go and die!"

With a terrible and frantic roar from the soulless, the countless blue mangs in the eyes of the huge skeleton in mid-air were like countless meteors falling to the ground, shooting towards Lin Yizhi like a violent storm.

Under the gloomy blue light in the sky, Lin Yizhi slowly closed his eyes and said softly.

What should come, will always come.

Slowly clenched the flame-like Chixiao Immortal Sword in his hand.

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