"What's in that place?" Zhuge Buliang saw the strangeness of the little sword spirit.

"Whoosh!"

The little sword spirit turned into a blue flying sword and flew towards the other side of the desert island with Zhuge Buliang.

In an instant, Zhuge Buliang and the little sword spirit came to a pile of rubble, and this pile of rubble was the wasteland full of broken swords when Zhuge Buliang and Su Xiaobai first arrived here, and it was also the place where the peerless sword was now.

The air here is still filled with a strong sword intent.

Zhuge Buliang frowned slightly, he had been here before, and there was nothing strange except for the sharp sword intent. But today was extraordinary, and he felt that this sword intent was even more powerful than before.

"Squeak!" the little sword spirit pointed to one of the piles of rubble.

Zhuge didn't look at it, his eyes suddenly shrank, and in the pile of stones, there was a little brilliance overflowing, and the sharp sword intent was compelling. In this pile of rubble, this peerless sword was buried!

"It's that peerless divine sword!" Zhuge Buliang exclaimed, "I said that I searched the entire Dao before, but I couldn't find the divine sword, it turned out that it buried itself." ”

"Boom!"

Zhuge Buliang's big palm pressed down and blasted the pile of rocks open. Suddenly, the sword was full of light, and the sword intent was high. The peerless sword leaked into the air.

"Squeak!" Xiao Jian's smart eyes blinked, and he screamed.

The peerless divine sword is sharp, dazzling, within a radius of a hundred meters, the terrifying sword intent is raging, but whoever steps into it, it is bound to be destroyed by the terrifying sword intent.

Zhuge Buliang shook his head bitterly, looking at this peerless sword, everyone would be selfish. But Zhuge Buliang still chose to compromise, and this divine sword could not be controlled by himself. Unless he is a master of the Transformation Period, or whether even the master of the Transformation Stage can control him.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a low roar came from behind Zhuge Buliang, and immediately after, Zhuge Buliang felt a cold and piercing killing intent coming.

"Brush!"

The mountain and river fan appeared in Zhuge Buliang's hand, and he didn't want to think about it, so he fanned back. A raging wave shattered the fierce killing intent. Zhuge Buliang's figure moved, appearing in the distance.

A faint phantus came out of the shadows, or rather, floated out. This figure is the same as the little sword spirit, showing a faint virtual body, but it is as sharp as a divine sword.

"It's the sword spirit in that divine sword!" Zhuge Buliang whispered.

The powerful sword spirit approached Zhuge Buliang, and Sen Leng's killing intent shrouded it. At this time, the little sword spirit flew out and blocked in front of Zhuge Buliang, and waved his teeth and claws at the powerful sword spirit, and let out a childish cry of "squeak" from his mouth.

At this time, the powerful sword spirit was slightly stunned, and there was also a strange sound.

This language seems to be understood only by the sword spirit.

The two sword spirits talked for a while, during which the little sword spirit actually "giggled", while the other powerful sword spirit rolled his eyes very humanely.

Zhuge Buliang looked at it and wondered for a while, not knowing what the two sword spirits were talking about. In the end, the powerful sword spirit set its sights on Zhuge Buliang's body.

Zhuge Buliang was vigilant in his heart, and whispered to Xiao Jian Ling: "What are you talking about?"

The little sword spirit gestured at Zhuge Buliang for a while, the two had the same mind, Zhuge Buliang understood the meaning of the little sword spirit, and said, "Is it saying that we will not be allowed to approach the divine sword?"

"Squeak!" the little sword spirit nodded.

Zhuge Buliang smiled bitterly in his heart, even if he wanted to get close, he couldn't get close, this peerless divine sword sword intent was so terrifying, he couldn't control it at all.

Zhuge Buliang left this area with the little sword spirit, and before leaving, Zhuge Buliang sealed the peerless divine sword with a chaotic stone.

Zhuge Buliang returned to the Golden Palace again, he once wanted to enter the underground palace through the ancient well again, but the underground palace has completely collapsed, and the ancient well passage has been blocked. Zhuge Buliang could only retreat stupidly.

In the next time, Zhuge Buliang buried himself in cultivation, the years on the desert island were boring, and Zhuge Buliang spent the rest of his time in cultivation except for wandering around the desert island with the little sword spirit every day.

year

Two years

Three years

Decade!

Ten years have passed, and Zhuge Buliang has spent more than 3,000 years on this desert island. In these ten years, Zhuge Buliang's cultivation climbed to the peak of the Jindan stage, but he knew that it was almost impossible to make a smooth transition to the Yuan Infant stage. A common phrase in use is: there is a heavenly gate between the Jindan period and the Yuan infant period, and some people cannot take this step in their lifetime.

Ten years have passed, and there are a little more vicissitudes in Zhuge Buliang's eyes.

On this day, Zhuge Buliang and Xiao Jianling were strolling on the beach, but they were surprised to find that in addition to themselves, there was actually a person standing on the beach!

"Fallen!"

Zhuge Buliang almost subconsciously exclaimed. He originally thought that he was the only one on this sealed desert island, but he didn't expect to meet the fallen sky here today!

Fallen Heaven was dressed in a bloody robe, and the blood-colored length was draped over his shoulders, and on his shoulders, there was a small bird with a fiery red body, which was a miniature version of Zhu Huang.

And what surprised Zhuge Buliang even more was that in the hands of the fallen sky, he actually held that brick!

As if frightened, the little sword spirit got into a flying sword and hid in Zhuge Buliang's arms.

Zhuge Buliang frowned and walked up. Zhu Huang, who was on the shoulders of the fallen sky, approached and let out a sharp chirp.

"You haven't left?" Zhuge Buliang took a breath and asked. But his heart was pounding, after all, what was standing in front of him was an existence of the anti-heaven level.

Fallen Heaven didn't answer, staring ahead, his eyes empty. After a moment, a hoarse voice rang out, "This thing is yours?"

As he spoke, Fallen Sky dragged up the bricks in his hand. The bricks slowly flew in front of Zhuge Buliang. But Zhuge Buliang didn't take it right away.

"The Nine Shadows Black Dark Iron is a good thing, but the things sealed inside are of higher value. Fallen Sky said.

"Seal, what is sealed in this dark iron?" Zhuge Buliang said in astonishment.

"A soul!" Fallen Heaven replied succinctly, and then he stopped speaking, but looked at the sealed desert island.

The eyes of the Fallen Sky Cave were dark and lifeless, and after a while, the Fallen Sky opponent swiped, and the black coffin appeared in front of him out of thin air, and the Fallen Sky said: "Let's go, send you out." ”