Chen He hesitated for a moment and finally took the sword.
Chen Chen turned around and faced the direction of the Middle-earth China. Holding the Sanwu Evil-Slaying Divine Sword, he held the sword hand in the direction of the Middle-earth China and bowed respectfully.
"Chao Chen, thank you Heavenly Master for your kindness to our spiritual clan."
Luo Yi added: "This sword is the male sword among the three five evil-killing divine swords. The female sword should still be hanging under the plaque at the entrance of the Longhu Mountain Patriarch Hall."
Chen Chen's expression was even more solemn. Chen Chen also knew something about the two male and female swords in Longhu Mountain. It was recorded in the history books of Lingzhou, and it was written down in a big book.
I just didn't expect that this sword would eventually come into my hands.
At this moment, an illusory figure emerged from the divine sword.
This man is the sword spirit of this majestic sword. He is eight feet tall, handsome and handsome. Dressed in green clothes, he looks like an immortal from heaven.
After the sword spirit appeared, he did not salute in the direction of Longhu Mountain first, but turned around and saluted Luo Yi!
Everyone else was confused. In terms of seniority, everyone here would have to call this sword spirit senior.
After all, this divine sword was forged by the first great heavenly master of Longhu Mountain from Tianwaitian. This long period of time is more than a hundred thousand years.
But such a sword spirit, who can be called an old-timer, actually saluted Luo Yi?
Makura stood aside, almost staring out of his eyes.
Luo Yi naturally knew the reason. He received a salute from the sword spirit and then returned the salute with fists.
"Luo Yi, I have met senior Qingxiao."
The sword spirit named Qingxiao smiled slightly and said, "Friend Luo, long time no see."
Luo Yi nodded slightly, it was indeed a long time, a hundred thousand years.
The old heavenly master Zhang Zhengting gave this sword to Luo Yi, and Luo Yi handed the sword to Lu Li before the bloody battle in the outer world.
The true spirit of this sword needs to be repaired with immortal power, and at the same time, it is necessary to master the casting method that is at least immortal.
Fortunately, Lu Li, an ancient immortal, had a lot of knowledge and was able to repair this divine sword that had been broken back then.
Qing Xiao turned around and looked at the surviving God Emperors, and smiled slightly.
"Fellow Taoist Old Master, hold the hilt of your sword tightly."
Chen Chen was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Okay."
"Use your strongest sword."
Chen Chen didn't hesitate. This time, Master Zhuang was holding the battle, and Longhu Mountain's old Heavenly Master Zhang Zhengting was watching the battle from a distance. There were no surprises in this battle.
Chen Chen clenched the hilt of the divine sword, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes suddenly.
Chen Chen exhaled, and everyone felt that the temperature around them had dropped a lot!
With one breath, the sword energy was so cold that it illuminated the entire Dongxuan Province!
Yao raised his sword high. At this moment, Yao's movements seemed to become extremely slow, but behind him, one after another illusory Yao seemed to appear, all of which were doing the movements of raising the sword.
It's just that some people are just about to lift it up, and some people have already lifted some. These are old, like shadow puppets stacked one after another, and like afterimages of the old body.
Chen Chen himself had already raised the divine sword above his head, then placed the divine sword across his chest and extended a sword forward.
"Sword Burial."
The endless aura of the great avenue burst out from the old body, and the scene of heaven and earth turned into pure black and white at this moment, and everything lost its color.
Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in their hearts.
This is the old road.
It is the boundless years of a hundred thousand years, countless killings and destruction, the helplessness of despair after having hope, the collision of ice and fire, the destiny of burying oneself with one's own hands, and the angry and unyielding cry of the entire Eldar race.
Everything is in this sword.
Everyone saw, felt, and understood the Spirit Clan in this sword.
The true meaning of this sword lies in death, destruction, and despair.
But more importantly, there is a glimmer of light in it all.
That glimmer of light is called hope.
Like a plant growing out of the soil in a ruined area.
This kind of artistic conception of the great road made the entire Dongxuanzhou lament.
After one sword strike, there is no more God Emperor.
The ancient killing power of this sword has surpassed the shackles of the God Emperor realm!
Coupled with the blessing of the divine sword in his hand, the old man at this moment is invincible within the same realm.
The aftermath of this sword wave caused the East China Sea at the end of Dongxuanzhou to set off huge waves, like mountains, hanging in the air.
The five god emperors all died under this sword.
Even though they used all their methods before death, they still couldn't resist the old sword.
After this sword was passed, the entire Dongxuan Prefecture regained its clarity.
Zhuang Yuan put away the Dharma photo and sighed.
"The rise of the Spirit Race is just around the corner."
Even Sword Spirit Qingxiao couldn't help but glance at Chen Chen.
“Emergency emerges from desperate situations, and in despair, the flower of hope blooms.”
"Your road is still very long."
After this sword attack, Chen Chen felt that the anger that had been pent up in his chest for a long time was finally completely released.
He cupped his fists and saluted, "Thank you, Senior Qingxiao, for your help."
The sword spirit smiled faintly and looked at Luo Yi intentionally or unintentionally.
If obsolescence means the seemingly endless despair, then Luo Yi.
It is the flower of hope that blooms in this despair.
It is an old hope, and it is also the hope of the entire Eldar race.
Zhuang Yuan waved his hand, "This matter is over. Dongxuan is sealed off for half a year."
Everyone dispersed, and Luo Yi returned to Yunshang City.
As for why the state was closed, Luo Yi also knew the painstaking efforts of the old mountain master Zhuang.
There was such a big commotion in Dongxuan Province today, and the Spirit Race has reappeared. I am afraid that it will provoke various forces to come here to find out.
These people may not be hostile, but for Dongxuanzhou now, it is better to do less than to do more.
Zhuang Yuan chatted with Luo Yi for a few words, and then went to Dongxuanzhou Liuli Taoist Temple.
Chen Chen and others exchanged greetings with everyone, and then left together. Although the millions of Spirit Tribe children already had a new home, everything was in ruins, and there were so many things waiting for the six of them to deal with.
So there are only these familiar faces in the Qingwei Wine Shop now.
Everyone sat down, some drank wine and some drank tea.
They reviewed the battle just now, but they didn't know how to make peace. They chatted and slowly stopped talking.
It went from being bustling just now to being audible now.
Everyone looked at Luo Yi intentionally or unintentionally.
Luo Yi was a little confused: "What are you... looking at me for?"
Luo Xiao hesitated to speak, still not knowing how to speak.
Luo Yi was even more confused.
"Uncle Xiao, what's wrong?"
