Chapter 3193 A Broken Blade

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Xiu walked through the corridor and saw palaces. Each palace was hundreds of feet high, with jade tables and chairs inside.

"Has anyone ever practiced here?"

Luo Xiu's eyes showed a hint of doubt. In some palaces, he saw a cushion, as if someone had sat cross-legged on a cushion in the past, practicing with concentration.

In addition, Luo Xiu also saw some words engraved in some palaces. These words were very old and did not belong to the Endless Era. Each word was constructed with ancient patterns. Only those who understand the art of ancient patterns can understand what these words mean.

"The information recorded in these words says that the immortals built a palace to lead the most ancient races through the catastrophe. There should be nine immortal palaces like this?"

Luo Xiu got a lot of information from those oldest words through the art of ancient patterns, and he was more and more surprised.

Although he didn't know where the other eight immortal palaces were, at least this Yiyuan Immortal Palace was very large and contained infinite space. If those written records were true, it undoubtedly meant that the immortals had great merits in the ancient times and protected many people from the ancient times.

There were many palaces in the immortal palace, but in each palace, there was nothing except tables and chairs, and Luo Xiu did not find anything valuable.

He explored the secrets in this immortal palace, and the idea of ​​hunting down Zhiyang Daozi was put aside by him and ignored for the time being.

"What kind of existence is the immortal race?"

Luo Xiu had such doubts in his mind. This was not the first time he had heard of the existence of the immortal race. At present, his understanding of the immortal race was that the immortal race was an extremely prosperous and powerful race in the ancient times. The only one who could compete with the immortal race was the demon race that opposed the immortals.

The ancient ended and the endless began. In the endless era, the ancient demon race was rumored to be the descendants of the ancient demon race.

So do the immortal race also have descendants left in the world?

For some reason, when Luo Xiu thought of this question, many memories of his time in the fairy world emerged in his mind.

It seems that the fairy universe where he was born has some connection and association with the fairy clan.

But this made Luo Xiu even more confused. You know, there were no strong people in the fairy world in the past. Even if someone later achieved enlightenment, he was only a mere teaching master, not even a ancestor king.

And what kind of existence is the fairy clan? Each of them is a powerful person who has transformed into a taboo. There should be no connection between the two.

Luo Xiu walked around in this Yiyuan Immortal Palace, and he did not find any danger here.

He searched several palaces and did not find any treasures.

Just when he was about to leave to find Zhiyang Daozi, he suddenly saw a cold light in the corner of the palace.

"Huh?"

Luo Xiu's figure flashed and came to this corner of the palace.

Although it was a corner, the palace was very large, and even a corner was very spacious. The cold light was inconspicuous. If Luo Xiu hadn't seen it with the corner of his eye, he would not care.

Looking closely, he saw a black broken blade. He didn't know how many years it had gone through. Some rust appeared on the broken blade, representing the traces of the passing of time.

Even though it was a broken blade, it was more than one meter long. Luo Xiu stretched out his finger and flicked the black broken blade.

"Clang!"

A sound wave that penetrated gold and split stone spread out, and some of the rust on the broken blade fell off.

Then, Luo Xiu tried to infuse his cultivation into the black broken blade, but there was no reaction.

"The material of this broken blade is very unusual, but it no longer has spirituality and cannot be driven and controlled by cultivation." Luo Xiu murmured.

Then, he took out a Saint King-level magic weapon, and with full force, he bombarded the broken blade.

"Bang!"

What surprised Luo Xiu was that the full force of the Saint King-level magic weapon did not leave any trace on the broken blade. The strong recoil force caused cracks to appear on the Saint King's magic weapon, and it almost collapsed.

"Good stuff!"

Luo Xiu showed a happy expression on his face. Even if he didn't have magical powers, with his physical strength, if he held this broken blade, he would definitely be indestructible.

Without any hesitation, Luo Xiu sat cross-legged next to the black broken blade and began to refine it.

"Buzz!"

A series of brilliant divine lights flew up from Luo Xiu's body and sank into the black broken blade.

However, these divine lights were like a drop in the ocean, and the broken blade did not react at all.

But as Luo Xiu turned more and more of his cultivation into imprints and injected them into the black broken blade, the rust on the broken blade began to fall off.

The originally pitch-black broken blade gradually changed. The black outer layer fell off, and what appeared in front of him was a crystal clear sword that seemed to be made of crystal!

The only flaw was that the sword was broken, leaving only the handle and half of the blade.

There is no doubt that if this sword is complete, it is at least two meters long. It is definitely an extremely powerful weapon. Who can stop it?

At the same time, Luo Xiu felt a slight tremor in his cultivation.

Originally, he poured his cultivation into this half-broken sword, but at this moment, this sword actively absorbed his cultivation.

In just a moment, Luo Xiu felt that most of his cultivation was absorbed by this sword.

You should know that although Luo Xiu's cultivation has not reached the Saint King Realm, his foundation is extremely solid, and he has forged an invincible foundation of Taoism. With the cultivation of the eighth level of Taoism, the power of Taoism condensed by his cultivation is comparable to that of the Saint King Realm.

A broken sword absorbed so much cultivation power at one time, and finally made a sound of sword.

"Buzz!"

The broken sword vibrated, and brilliant rays of light continued to bloom from the broken sword. Mysterious runes also emerged from the sword, containing extremely profound secrets of the ancient pattern technique.

Just the aura emitted at this moment made Luo Xiu feel superior to all the magic weapons he had seen.

"This is definitely a weapon held by a taboo-like existence."

Such a thought emerged in Luo Xiu's mind.

"Buzz!"

The white jade tower in the sea of ​​consciousness began to shake at this moment, and a vast and unpredictable breath emanated from the white jade tower, faintly competing with the breath emitted from the broken knife.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the half of the sword kept shrinking, turning into a stream of light, and sank into the sea of ​​consciousness between Luo Xiu's eyebrows.

In Luo Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

The golden man sat cross-legged like a god.

Behind the golden man, an ancient pattern coiled like a dragon, as if it had turned into a Taoist diagram. It was the original ancient pattern that Luo Xiu had obtained a long time ago.

But until now, Luo Xiu didn't understand what this original ancient pattern could be used for.

However, according to the ancient demon that came out of the Zhenling tablet, the original ancient pattern represents the origin of all ancient patterns. In the most ancient times, it is also the oldest and most original ancient pattern.

At the same time, next to the golden man transformed from Luo Xiu's soul, a white jade tower was suspended on the left, and a crystal-clear broken knife was suspended on the right.

After the broken knife was infinitely reduced, it looked crystal-clear and brilliant.