Shushan Sign In For A Hundred Years, I Will Be A Saint With A Sword

"Then Swordsmith, Brother Longyang, do you know where it is?"

Zhuo Fan also stood by and listened.

Although he knows these things.

But I know that it feels different from listening to the person who speaks it in person.

The middle-aged Daoist, the swordsmith who was ordered to cast the magic sword for Jiang Guo, sighed.

"Princess, Prince Longyang, I don't know where he is."

In the gaze of the Dragon Kwai suspicious, the swordsmith continued.

"In those days, before the magic sword was refined to become Prince Longyang, he died in battle, leading the remaining five hundred sergeants in the city to fight against Zhuo Guo's one hundred thousand army."

"Finally killed by the enemy outside Miyagi."

The swordsmith waved his hand, and a Piao came up with a box.

Put it in front of the nightshade.

Solanum is an open box with a complicated mood.

A special battle helmet made of silver material appeared in front of her.

Looking at the nightshade whose eyes were getting bigger and bigger, the swordsmith paused and then continued.

"As for us, Heavenly Tribulation was triggered when the princess plunged into the sword furnace to make a magic sword, and was destroyed along with this King Jiang."

"I wanted to be reincarnated."

"But because of the deaths of 100,000 soldiers from Zhuo Country, and the entire King City, too many people died."

"Turning hundreds of miles around King Jiang City into a place of grievances, some unlucky souls with heavier grievances are locked here and become earth-bound spirits."

"Can't vote for Samsara."

"So we don't know whether Prince Longyang was reincarnated or not, but we just didn't see him here."

When it comes to this, the swordsmith is also quite embarrassed.

Together with the rest of the surrounding souls, the same is true.

After listening to these words, the nightshade sat on the ground with a sense of sadness on his face.

Looking at the silver helmet in front of me, I couldn't help but feel more sad.

Where is her brother king?

Zhuo Fan looked at the silver helmet and sighed for a long time.

This time he obtained the legendary equipment, Long Yang's helmet, which can also be said to be the helmet of the Great General of the Celestial Realm.

A legendary item that runs through the fairy sword for thousands of years.

With this helmet, this trip is considered complete.

Next, let's see if such a special environment in this palace can sign in for any baby.

Zhuo Fan thought, thinking that he hadn't signed in because he had been on the road today.

Just when the communication system was about to sign in.

The swordsmith suddenly threw himself and knelt in front of him, and said with trepidation.

"Master, I know your strength is unfathomable, otherwise there is no way to take out the magic sword from the lock demon tower."

"Before we were not good, and we actually had a wicked intention towards an expert. We really deserve to die."

The corners of Zhuo Fan's mouth twitched, you guys are all dead and tell me this.

The swordsmith didn't know what Zhuo Fan was thinking, but continued to speak.

"Superior."

"For more than a thousand years, in order to find a way to get rid of the control here, we have used everything."

"Unfortunately, it's still useless."

"Attract passersby here and use their Blood Essence soul to cultivate."

"Look at the ghost cultivator, can one day break free from the shackles of this place?"

"It's been more than a thousand years. We really have stayed here enough."

When the swordsmith said this, his tone became low.

This is because they have not been superseded by an expert for thousands of years, and most of their time has been controlled by instinct.

Become a murderous evil spirit.

If Princess Solanum knew that they did this, she would be very angry.

Seeing these A Piao cried one by one, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but yelled.

"Okay, don't sigh, I'll help you, as long as you be obedient and obedient, I will let you get rid of the shackles."

"Of course you have done all this, how can you find a way to make up for it in the future."

After verbally educating these A Piao and Swordsmiths, Zhuo Fan looked at this resentful space.

The summoning technique was activated directly.

"Zhuohun, come out to me!"

Wearing a blood-colored robe, Zhuo Hun with a cold face.

As soon as he appeared in the space, the pressure of the Earth Immortals carried on his body suppressed all A Piao from the air directly to the ground.

These Apologizes who were scared were so scared to death one by one.

Ignoring these weak dying A Piao, Zhuo Soul said coldly.

"What's your order?"

Zhuo Fan pointed to the space and said.

"Give me the entire space, and the breath of resentment attached to A Piao's body."

Zhuo Hun nodded, walked directly to the center of the space and waved his hand.

A strong blood and black light erupted from his palm.

The attraction of a black hole continuously sucked in the Killing intent of the entire space.

Like a ten second-level storm, it looks quite spectacular.

The vision of the entire space made the swordsmith's eyes wide open.

Such strength is like changing the world.

It is estimated that a finger can destroy the entire space!

The key is not the body shot, it's just the avatar sent out.

So what degree has the Ontology Cultivation Base reached?

Looking at Zhuo Fan, who looked indifferent in front of him, the swordsmith hurriedly cupped hands and said in salute.

"Awesome, really amazing, senior Cultivation Base has already reached the Deva realm."

"If you continue to cultivate, you don't have to stay in this mundane world."

"Before I waited and wanted to be rude to senior. It's really an ant elephant. I'm sitting in a well and watching the sky."

Speaking of the swordsmith, he began to worship Zhuo Fan again, bowing sincerely.

Zhuo Fan naturally knows the small abacus of the swordsmith, isn't he just afraid that he will change his mind to deal with them later?

Zhuo Fan had already arranged where these people would go.

The Elysium of the Fire Ghost King happens to be a Minor World close to the earth.

Then there are a lot of ghosts in your life that can't go directly to reincarnation for the time being.

"Okay, stop bragging, can you? I got goose bumps all over my body when I heard you say these few words."

"For a while, seniors call others old."

The swordsmith stood up with a rather embarrassed expression, stood aside and kept looking at Zhuo Fan with hope.

"Don't worry, I will definitely arrange a good place for you to work well in it and clean up your sins. Then Samsara will be reincarnated."

Zhuo Fan was also a little scared by the swordsmith who was a thousand years ago.

Hastily waved his hand impatiently to make him retreat.

The swordsmith obediently bowed, and stepped aside, for fear of angering Zhuo Fan.

After that, Zhuo Fan observed the movement of the breath in the avatar Zhuohun. By the way, I saw the nightshade and looked down at the silver helmet sadly.

The clothes she was wearing were still the same as when she was burned, and there was a trace of sadness on her delicate face.

It's not like what a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl should be.

Can't help but shook his head.

He had known for a long time that the sword spirit in the Demon Sword was the Dragon Kwai, but he had never shown up.

When I saw the swordsmith showed up on the initiative, I guess I wanted to get news of Long Yang from him!

When you arrive at Yuzhou City, let's take Solanum to Yong'an to see Sedum, the protagonist of this world.

It's just that Sedum at this moment is probably still a teenager about the same age as Xuejian.

I don't know how far it is from the appearance of adulthood.

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