Chapter 1342: Blood Falls, Remains

Zhou Shu followed the trajectory and saw that the red flying sword passed through quickly and had reached the entrance of the water curtain cave.

What surprised him was that the four mummy monks in front of the cave didn't attack the red flying sword, but watched the flying sword go into the cave.

After a few tens of breaths, the flying sword flew out of the cave again and jumped into the sky.

Like crazy, dancing wildly in the air, the sword shadow filled the sky for a while, and the sword intent swayed down, as if it was everywhere in the world.

"Hahahaha! No more, really no more!"

The sound of laughter could not stop coming, and it was heard everywhere in the secret realm.

The flying sword with the soul went into the Water Curtain Cave, obviously aware of the situation, at this time the demon monkey is no longer, the spirit pulse is revived, and it is returning to the old state, encountering such a big event, why not be ecstatic.

The previous mourning was for the many proud monks, and the current ecstasy is also like this.

Zhou Shu understood in his heart and just watched quietly.

"Hahahaha... woo woo woo... Master... finally..."

After the ecstasy, it turned to weeping again, the grief was inexplicable, and a few incomplete words jumped out from time to time, but the words could not be formed into sentences, and the meaning was not clear.

The voice gradually died down, Zhou Shu flew up slowly, and walked towards the flying sword, wanting to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, just a few steps away, the flying sword suddenly shook and fell straight down.

The sword intent all over the sky disappeared completely, and the secret realm returned to peace.

Seeing the sword slowly falling in front of him, Zhou Shu stretched out his hand to take it, touched it lightly, and unconsciously there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. The soul in the sword had completely dissipated and disappeared without a trace.

died.

It's not surprising, it has been silent for tens of thousands of years, and its life has basically come to an end, only its own obsession is still there, retaining that trace of sobriety, not turning into a remnant soul and not dying, but under the great sorrow and joy just now, the last strength Also exhausted and unable to continue.

However, dying in this way can be regarded as consummation. The tens of thousands of years of waiting were not in vain after all, and there is no need to persevere after seeing the reappearance of the Water Curtain Cave.

It's just that for Zhou Shu, he still doesn't know who he is, and he hasn't been able to get other news from him, which is a bit regretful.

The world is long, and it is wrong.

Caressing the long sword left by the senior, sensing the origin of heaven and earth, and the sword intent, Zhou Shu nodded slightly unconsciously.

There is no doubt that this is a top grade seventh-order flying sword.

The body of the sword is red, from the tip to the hilt, it is the same color, translucent, neither gold nor stone, I don't know what kind of material it is, the surface is as smooth as jade, and the runes are all inside the sword, there is no trace of carving, like Tian Cheng, it's hard to imagine how it was refined.

There are two characters tattooed on the hilt of the sword, "Blood Waterfall".

As if feeling something, Zhou Shu raised his hand and waved the sword, the sword intent fell like a waterfall, blood red, tangible and intangible.

The sword intent is extremely powerful, even if Zhou Shu didn't output much, it is still very obvious. The blood waterfall sword is obviously much stronger than the stepping sea sword. His own sword intent alone is enough to match a monk who has crossed the tribulation realm. Bi, there is no sword spirit in it, which is unbelievable.

"Do you like it?"

"Call me Lord Palace Master!"

Caiying flew out of the Sea-Treading Sword, complained, and got into the Blood Waterfall Sword excitedly.

But after a few breaths, she flew out, terrified like a little rabbit, and hurried back to stepping on the sea sword.

Zhou Shu asked suspiciously, "What's going on?"

"No, that sword bengong can't live in it. Although it's big and strong, it's too..." Caiying pondered for a while, but still couldn't find a word to describe it.

"Depressed?"

"Well, it's almost like this. It's like being trapped by something when you go in. It's not like a house, it's like a pipe. How do you live? It's not free at all. In short, I feel that if you want to live in it, sooner or later you will have to live in it." Annoyed by it, smothered to death."

Caiying hurriedly said a series of words, looking very disgusted.

"Well, then you don't need it."

Zhou Shu nodded slightly, and said slowly, "I also think that he is not suitable for you, and me."

If he is not mistaken, this sword is a bone sword, but it is not made of monster bones, but the remains of sword repairs.

This kind of flying sword is extremely rare, and it is almost impossible to see it in the current world of cultivating immortals.

Different from the flying swords refined from heaven, material and earth treasures, this kind of swords and bone repairing swords have inherited too many things from the past masters, such as sword intentions, even obsessions, etc. Such swords will be extremely powerful, but because of the The will to cultivate is difficult to control, and it is absolutely impossible to give birth to a sword spirit.

Zhou Shu, who likes to control, is not suitable for using such a sword, and Caiying is even more inappropriate.

Zhou Shu smiled and said, "Then find something else."

"Well, but hurry up, I feel that Dujie is not far away, if there is no suitable sword, it will be terrible." Caiying agreed, also quite worried.

Zhou Shu nodded and put away the two swords together.

There is no disappointment, this sword is not suitable for them, but countless people want it, and it is a rare commodity.

The mound of soil washed away by the sword light revealed a deep hole, and at a glance, it was a bit impossible to see to the end.

It descends slowly, and at the end is a simple corridor, which seems to have been opened temporarily. There are several stone chambers beside the corridor. Because they are protected by the Blood Waterfall Sword, they are well preserved and have not been polluted by the blood of the demons.

Go into a stone room.

In the middle is a skeleton sitting upright, the futon sitting on it, and the jade frame beside it has long since disappeared, but the skeleton is as strong as ever, and its quality is like white jade. It is obviously a person who has survived several catastrophes. It was severed from the shoulder, as if it had been bitten off by something, and the fracture was rather ferocious.

On the opposite side of the bones are seven or eight stone slabs, the slabs are full of cracks, the handwriting on them has long been blurred, and one of the ten characters cannot be recognized.

At that time, there were not many jade slips, and most immortal cultivators relied on slabs of stone and the technique of sending spirits to continue their inheritance.

With a glance, everything on the slate was memorized in my heart. At the same time, a small part of the sea of ​​consciousness was divided and began to deduce, trying to restore their original appearance. It will be difficult, but Zhou Shu is confident to do it, it is only a matter of time Long and short.

The other stone chambers are similar, but some of the skeletons have been weathered, leaving only a pile of debris.

There were three skeletons in total, all of which were injured, all of which were broken arms. For the sword cultivators at that time, if they could not transform themselves into sword bodies, they would not be able to use the sword if their arms were damaged. Otherwise, in the battle with the demons at that time, they would have fought to the death without leaving their bones.

And they were injured, unable to fight any more, so they opened up this temporary cave to leave inheritance.

After Zhou Shu finished his salute, he put away the bones.

In fact, in such an ancient monk site, regardless of other discoveries, as long as there are remains, it is a great harvest.

At the end of the corridor, there is a portrait hanging.

Unlike most things that have been eroded by the years, this portrait is like new, undamaged, clean and dust-free.

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