After a long while, Xu Jin's bloody eyes gradually disappeared, and he slowly adapted to the astonishing ferocious aura, and then cautiously stepped into the hall.

The whole Evil Blade Pavilion is built with a kind of black-brown stone, there is no pattern, only the natural texture on the stone, it is very rough and simple, the time is long, it seems to be affected by the fierce atmosphere in this pavilion, and the rocks on the four walls look gloomy.

In fact, the walls of the Evil Blade Pavilion are inlaid with a large number of fluorescent stones, which are very bright, but they give people the feeling that they are extremely oppressive, and they can't help but tingle their scalps.

As soon as Xu Jin walked into the Evil Blade Pavilion, he saw a huge sickle-shaped long-handled blade, quietly erected there, I don't know how many years have passed, the blade of the sickle is still shining with a cold glow, and there is a faint bloody breath coming out.

Seeing this scythe, Xu Jin was stunned again, just like the three-zhang long giant sword he saw in the Flying Sword Pavilion, and he didn't know how to hide this blade in his body.

Xu Jin settled down, stepped forward to bow to the sickle, and recited the recipe in his mouth.

The scythe has not changed at all.

Xu Jin had to sigh softly and walked towards the other blades.

Unlike the Flying Sword Pavilion, there are very few blades in the Evil Edge Pavilion, and each blade is placed separately and is not mixed with other blades.

Xu Jin glanced at it and found that in the huge Evil Blade Pavilion, there were only more than twenty blades on display.

It is these twenty blades, but they exude a fierce aura that seems to be tangible, it can be seen that every magic weapon here has killed countless people, and the blades are haunted by the souls of unknown monks.

Xu Jin bowed to the past one by one, but the result was still the same, and he got nothing.

Xu Jin was almost completely deflated.

It seems that he has not yet arrived, and he can't move the blade here.

Finally, Xu Jin came to the deepest part of the Evil Blade Pavilion, where there was a square stone platform made of black rock, on which was placed a quaint knife holder, and on the knife holder, there was a slender dark red Yanling knife-style blade, but it was slightly shorter than the ordinary Yanling knife.

Seeing this knife, Xu Jin's heart jumped.

It's not that this knife has an induction with him, the main thing is that Xu Jin has a very familiar feeling with this knife, and when he was an assassin in Yangshi during his lifetime, he used such a blade.

Of course, as an assassin, Xu Jin would use many kinds of blades, but the short-bladed Yanling knife was the one he used the most.

Xu Jin did not rush to pay homage to this knife, but stood in front of the stone platform and looked at it carefully.

This was already the last blade he had never worshipped in the entire Zangfeng Palace, and if it still didn't work, he would have to return empty-handed. Xu Jin became nervous for no reason.

After looking at the Yanling knife for a while, Xu Jin noticed another strange thing, this knife was stored in the deepest part of the Evil Blade Pavilion, a separate stone platform, and was separated from the other blades by some distance. According to this inference, it should be the most powerful blade in the entire Evil Blade Pavilion. But Xu Jin didn't feel the slightest bit of evil energy.

The terrifying and ferocious aura on the other blades of the Evil Blade Pavilion did not exist on this sword. The dark red blade is also dull. If it weren't for the fact that the Evil Feng Pavilion was hidden in the deepest part of the Hidden Feng Palace, and there was no sky in the peace, it was estimated that this knife would be full of dust.

Aside from the dark red color of the blade, this knife was indistinguishable from any short-bladed goose feather knife in the world.

Xu Jin secretly wondered in his heart, so he looked down at the stone platform. Generally, each blade will have a brief introduction.

"Yin Luo Blade!"

On the front of the stone platform, there are three large embossed characters, which are obviously the name of this knife.

Under the three words Yin Luo Blade, there is a simple introduction to this blade.

It is said that the Yin Luo Blade is the blade of the fifth generation of the Outer Hall Elder of the Nine Shadows Sect, and the elder once held this Yin Luo Blade and killed countless monks. Since this elder was dissolved, no one in the Nine Shadows Sect had used this blade.

Xu Jin frowned secretly.

The fifth generation of Outer Hall Elders!

And the current Elder Outer Hall Meng is already the eleventh generation.

It's been a long time.

The monk's longevity is far beyond that of ordinary people, that is to say, this Yin Luo blade has not been used for at least hundreds of years.

No wonder it's so bleak.

Then there is the murder weapon of the world, which has experienced hundreds of years of silence, and will also return to the ordinary.

Moreover, it can be inferred from the introduction that since the establishment of the Nine Shadows Sect, only one person has used this blade, and it is estimated that he does not know where the fifth-generation elder got it, or if it is a natal weapon that he has refined himself.

None of this is examinable.

Xu Jin observed for a long time before he took a deep breath and swiped at the Yin Luo blade on the knife stand, while silently reciting the Soul Breaking Recipe in his heart.

Either way, it was his last hope. Since this Yin Luo blade was left by the elders of the outer hall, it was extraordinary. With Xu Jin's current cultivation, a deacon in the soul training period is unattainable, let alone an elder in the body gathering stage!

Xu Jin is also worshipping the knife with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Suddenly, the lifeless-looking Yin Luo blade on the knife holder shook slightly. The amplitude of the vibration was very small, and if it weren't for Xu Jin's intently staring, he would almost not feel it at all.

For a moment, Xu Jin thought that he was dazzled, and hurriedly shook it again, silently reciting the Soul Breaking Technique.

The Yin Luo Blade really shook lightly again, and this time the vibration was even smaller than the last time, but it seemed to move.

Xu Jin couldn't help but be overjoyed, straightened up, slowly stretched out his hand, and held the hilt of the knife.

This time, Yin Luo Blade didn't react.

But in any case, this knife shook twice just now, so it should have something to do with him. Xu Jin no longer hesitated, respectfully bowed to Yin Luo Blade again, and reached out to take it.

This Yin Luo blade, Xu Jin thinks that he has a fate with him, but it has not yet been refined, and it can't really turn into his own blade, so naturally he can't send and receive it from his heart and hide it in his body, so he has to hold it in his hand and walk out of the Zangfeng Palace.

The disciple on duty in the Zangfeng Hall couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw Xu Jin come out with such an inconspicuous blade, but he didn't ask too much. The natal blade of the cultivator pays attention to fate, maybe this knife is related to Xu Jin. Otherwise, Xu Jin took it out, and the sacrifice could not be refined, and it would not be able to be used.

Xu Jin held the Yin Luo blade in his hand and came to the cave where Yang Tianhong lived again to ask for a meeting.

Yang Tianhong was also slightly stunned when he saw the Yin Luo Blade in his hand, with a strange look on his face.

"Master Qiqi, the disciple has worshiped all the blades of the Zangfeng Palace, and he has no sense. Only this Yin Luo blade, the disciple felt a shock, so he took it out. ”

Xu Jin explained honestly.

Yang Tianhong nodded and said, "Even if it is shocked, maybe it really has a fate with you, but I don't know." This Yin Luo blade, the teacher also knows its origin, and it is the natal magic weapon used by the fifth-generation Outer Hall Elder Luo of this sect. Coincidentally, Luo's predecessor's natal exercise back then was to break the soul and slash. After all, it is also our grandfather. According to the classics, Luo's predecessors were extremely powerful, and almost no one was his opponent among the monks of the same level. Although it is extremely powerful, this natal magic weapon should have made a lot of effort. Only when the natal exercise is completely integrated with the natal magic weapon can it exert its greatest power. If you can sense this blade today, maybe it's fate......"

In fact, Yang Tianhong had also worshiped this Yin Luo blade before, after all, it was the natal magic weapon used by Elder Luo, who cultivated the Soul Breaking Slash, and it was still very attractive. But Yin Luo Blade didn't react, and Yang Tianhong had no choice but to give up.

"Of course, whether it can become your natal blade or not still needs to be tempered......

Yang Tianhong said, the right hand holding the Yin Luo Blade shook slightly, and an abundant spiritual power was immediately injected into the blade, but the Yin Luo Blade did not react at all, and the abundant spiritual power was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no news.

Yang Tianhong couldn't help but shake his head.

“...... This method of sacrifice and refinement will be passed on to you as a teacher...... You have to remember that you can't force everything to do, and you must know that the most important thing to sacrifice and refine the natal magic weapon is to consume the original element. If you don't have a relationship with this blade, you don't need to consume your aura mana for nothing, but it will hinder your cultivation. ”

"Yes, disciple, remember, thank you, Master. ”

Xu Jin respectfully took the Yin Luo Blade from Yang Tianhong's hand.

Back in the cave where he lived, Xu Jin closed the entrance of the cave with his waist card, sat down cross-legged, and looked at the Yin Luo Blade in his hand with fixed eyes for a while, then threw the blade into the air, raised his hand and played a trick, and fixed the Yin Luo Blade in the air.

Xu Jin didn't stop for a moment, according to the sacrificial refining method taught by Yang Tianhong, he played several tricks, and then opened his mouth, spit out a stream of pure spiritual power, sprayed into the Yin Luo Blade, and then urged the mana in his body, and couldn't help but inject the spiritual power into the Yin Luo Blade.

However, no matter how much mana Xu Jin injected, the blade of this blade was still that dead dark red, dull.

Xu Jin didn't pay attention to it, he snorted lightly, slapped his right hand on his forehead, and a wave of divine power gushed out, which was also injected into the Yin Luo blade. Suddenly, the Yin Luo Blade, which had been standing still, trembled slightly.

Xu Jin was overjoyed.

As long as this blade senses the power of his divine thoughts, there is hope that the sacrifice will succeed.

The previous master of this blade, that Elder Luo, must have left his divine power in the blade, and even though it was old, there would still be a trace of it. If you want to succeed in the sacrifice, the first thing is to completely erase this trace of divine thought, replace it with the power of your divine thought, and get the sense with the blade before you can use it further.

Xu Jin immediately urged the mana to use the Soul Breaking Technique to the extreme, and the power of divine thoughts couldn't help but pour into the Yin Luo Blade, and an image gradually took shape in his mind, and his eyes were red, as if the whole person was in a blood-colored ocean. But except for the color of crimson, Xu Jin couldn't sense any breath inside.

Xu Jin drove the power of divine thoughts, and kept going deeper, and this piece of red was like a boundless ocean, which would never end.

I don't know how long time has passed, Xu Jin feels that the power of divine thoughts is about to be exhausted, and he can't hold on anymore, and if he forcibly urges the mana and divine thoughts, it will damage the original element, and it will be difficult to recover.

Xu Jin couldn't help but let out a long sigh and was about to give up.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Xu Jin's mind.

"Who is disturbing my old man's recuperation......"

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