Chapter 615 Return

Swish!

In the backyard of the ancient temple, a white light burst from the sky.

Descending in the courtyard, it is like the full moon in the sky, bright and flawless.

Cover the Moon Bow!

Su Zimo reached out and took it, gently rubbing it.

Above the bow body, the sixth innate spiritual pattern that was not fully formed is already extremely clear!

Innate Spirit Artifact!

Burying the dragon at the bottom of the valley, covering the moon bow, after 15 years of handling the essence of the sun and the moon, has finally become an innate spiritual tool!

Su Zimo looked calm and put the Moon Covering Bow into the storage bag.

"Take the knife!"

A voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.

Before he finished speaking, there were bursts of jingle clashes in the backyard, trembling and contention, resounding through the world, filled with a chilling air, and the temperature of the entire ancient temple plummeted!

The blood quenched knife was born!

A ray of blood rose into the sky, suspended in mid-air, and the six spiritual patterns shone with dazzling brilliance.

The strangest thing is that the sixth spirit pattern is actually blood red!

This innate spirit pattern dyed the light around the blood-quenched knife red.

The blade exudes a strong bloody smell, which makes people tremble!

As expected by the red-haired ghost, the blood-quenched knife was buried in the cemetery behind, soaked in the blood of many peerless powerhouses ten thousand years ago, and it has undergone an amazing transformation!

Apart from the sharpness of the innate spiritual tool itself, the blood-quenched knife is fierce!

The bloody light and bloody aura emanating from the blade can even affect the cultivator's mind!

The little fox's cultivation base is not enough, just glanced at it, and felt the chill to the bones, as if a forest of hell appeared in front of him, with bones everywhere, and blood flowing!

The little fox trembled and closed his eyes quickly.

Mingzhen also changed color slightly, chanted the Buddha's name softly, and calmed his mind.

Woohoo!

The blood-quenched knife suddenly galloped towards Su Zimo, murderous and extremely fast, making a breathtaking sound in the air!

More than ten years ago, the red-haired ghost said it.

Once the blood-quenched knife is promoted to the innate spiritual tool, it must be a fierce thing!

Murder weapon, most of them kill the master.

The greater the power, the harder it is to surrender!

Su Zimo did not move, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep, but he quietly looked at the blood-quenched knife that broke through the air, his eyes were calm.

He didn't seem to have any plans to take action.

But for some unknown reason, the closer the Blood Tempered Knife was to Su Zimo, the slower it would go, as if it were stuck in a quagmire!

Mingzhen and the little fox both widened their eyes.

Seeing that the blade is less than an inch away from Su Zimo's eyebrows!

Its edge almost touched Su Zimo's skin.

But Su Zimo didn't move!

There was not even a trace of waves in his eyes!

Looking at these eyes that were like ancient wells without waves, Mingzhen suddenly felt a trace of chill and fear!

At the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, Su Zimo, who has been dormant for twenty years, is like a sleeping volcano.

The volcano has woken up when news of a loved one is critically ill.

Although it is calm now, but whoever touches him, this volcano will burst out the magma that destroys the world, annihilates all living beings, and burns everything!

"Um?"

Ming really snorted.

The blood-quenched knife was trembling.

This fierce thing seems to have felt something.

It's frightening!

Its nature is bloodthirsty and killing.

If you can kill the master and drink the blood of the master, it will become stronger!

But now, it faintly felt that if it was stabbed this time, the seemingly handsome man in front of him would definitely destroy it with his own hands!

It dare not move.

A brief silence.

The tip of the blood-quenched knife fell slowly, the entire blade hangs in front of Su Zimo's eyes, the edge is exposed, and the handle of the knife is facing Su Zimo, within reach.

yielded!

This fierce thing has just been born, and it has already been overwhelmed!

From the beginning to the end, Su Zimo didn't move or blink his eyelids!

Su Zimo took the blood-quenched knife and put it in the storage bag.

Counting the previous Panlong Seal, Wujin Arrow, plus Moon Covering Bow and Blood Tempered Saber, he already possesses four innate spiritual weapons!

Seeing Su Zimo's intention to go, the little fox moved a little, trying to follow.

"Wait for me here."

Su Zimo glanced at the little fox, and said lightly, before his voice fell, he had already pushed the door and left.

The little fox's eyes dimmed and his expression was lost.

Mingzhen said softly: "Little fox, don't worry, since little junior brother said so, he will definitely come back!"

The little fox nodded, but there was still deep concern in his eyes.

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in the hall.

The old monk looked at the four lines of writing on the wall and said nothing for a long time.

"Rare, really rare."

After a long time, the old monk let out a long sigh and said with emotion: "The woman in red robe is an existence looking down on the sky, and it is still common sense to leave such a majestic and arrogant two-line character."

"It's rare that this child is at the Golden Core Realm, and in the following two lines, his aura is not weak at all!"

The red-haired ghost also praised: "As soon as the dust is gone, the light is born, and the broken mountains and rivers are tens of thousands of flowers. It really swallows the mountains and rivers, and looks down on the world! Many years later, if your broken temple is still there, these four-line characters will definitely become a good story. A legend."

The old monk nodded and sighed: "You and I are fortunate enough to be witnesses."

The red-haired ghost suddenly gave a strange laugh and said, "That's it, the ancient battlefield will start soon. More than ten years ago, the junior of the Hunyuan Sect, the kid who is known as the invincible Jindan realm has an opponent!"

"Hard to say."

The old monk shook his head and said, "Do you think that when the Emperor Yin came here, he would leave without anything?"

"In addition, a hundred years ago, Emperor Yin was the number one on the Vision List. No one knows how far he has grown now. The Sea of ​​Chaos of the Human Sovereign cannot be underestimated. This person is terrible!"

The old monk spoke highly of Di Yin!

The red-haired ghost said: "Anyway, if the two of them live in the same era, they will be enemies for life! Unless one of them falls, or they are willing to bow their heads first."

"Those are things to come later, and we have to wait for the ancient battlefield to open." The old monk said.

After a while, the red-haired ghost suddenly laughed happily and said, "This son has been dormant at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for 20 years. Now that he hears the news that his relatives are critically ill and reborn, he must have a fire in his heart!"

"Which one doesn't open his eyes, it really annoys him...hehe!"

The old monk chanted a Buddha's name and said softly: "I still hope that everything goes well. After he has cut off the karma, he will return and do less murder."

"Humph, the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop!"

The red-haired ghost stood up abruptly, the chains on his body vibrated, making a clanging sound.

"He won't take the initiative to provoke others, but 20 years is enough to dilute many things. Presumably many monks in the Northern Territory have forgotten him!"

The red-haired ghost laughed loudly and said loudly: "That's good, the cultivators in the Northern Territory tremble! The ancient evildoer who was besieged by you, bullied by you, and beaten into the Dragon Burial Valley by you back then is back! Hahahaha !"

Carvin is tangled, and the general plot is no problem, but stuck on the details, it's a bit of a slap in the face. It's not that I can't write it, it's that I'm not satisfied with what I wrote.