The next moment, Zhenjie returned to the ancient country of Ten Thousand Immortals.
This power of guidance is really magical. It can communicate with both worlds. It is obviously of extraordinary origin, but these humans don’t need to use it.
I really don’t know why a mere human slave is given such power.
But the town world doesn't care about this.
He is now going to search for the traces of that human being.
However, what he didn't expect was that he actually sensed the Holy Blood Mark very smoothly, as if the other party had deliberately exposed himself.
"It's too arrogant."
Zhenjie sneered, and then quickly positioned the Holy Blood Mark.
The next moment, he was slightly stunned.
Because of the location where the Holy Blood Mark is located, he is very familiar with it.
It is the sea of swords.
"Humans and the Sea of Swords are colluding with each other." The town world was extremely angry.
Sure enough, the existence of Jianhai should be erased.
He actually dared to get involved with the despicable human race.
He quickly calmed down because he knew what to do: "Thank you for the guidance of the Holy Light, it turns out that this is my way."
He understood.
Lord Immortal King may be able to tolerate the sea of swords, but it is absolutely impossible to let humans go.
Humans colluded with the sword sea, and there was enough reason to encircle and suppress the sword sea again.
The town flew quickly to the Immortal Palace to pay homage to the Immortal King.
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"Where did you get this sword?"
This sentence is a bit familiar to Luosen.
At the Ghost King’s Tomb, the Ghost King of Hentian had asked Luo Sen similar questions, but Luo Sen did not answer at the time.
Because there was Di Linglong by his side at that time, he was not afraid of everything.
But now the situation is different.
The black shadow in the sea of swords in front of me is much more terrifying than the King of Hate Heavenly Ghosts. Even if the King of Hate Heavenly Ghosts awakens his previous life, it may not be as good as that.
"I got it from Beiming Palace." Luo Sen said bluntly.
The overwhelming terrifying sword intent dissipated instantly, and the black shadow seemed a little confused and painful.
He murmured to himself in a low voice: "Bei Ming Palace? Where, what is this sword? Why does it give me such a familiar feeling? Does it have anything to do with me?"
Obviously, he seemed to have forgotten a lot of things.
Although I stopped because of the appearance of this sword, I did not find any memories I had.
Luo Sen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
At least the other party has no intention of killing him.
But he didn't dare to escape, who knew if he would anger the other party?
"Senior, are you okay?" Luo Sen asked carefully.
The black shadow asked in a deep voice: "What kind of sword is this? It seems incomplete."
"This sword is the Sword of the Sky." Luo Sen said honestly: "The top ten famous swords in the world, but this sword is indeed not a complete Sword of the Sky, it is just a sword shadow, with one-eighteenth of the original body.
strength."
"Sword of the Sky..." The black shadow whispered twice.
"Stay the sword." The black shadow slowly revealed his true face: "In exchange, I can not kill you and protect you."
The black shadow's figure began to shrink, no longer as pressure as hundreds of feet, but it still had a breathless demeanor.
Everyone was shocked that the other party turned out to be a human man.
His body is as calm as a mountain, tall and majestic, with disheveled black hair, like a demon god, his eyes are as sharp as thunder, full of endless power.
It's so domineering.
He was surrounded by terrible sword energy that was inaccessible, as if he was about to tear everything in front of him at any time.
Although he didn't know why the other party looked like a human, it was obvious that he was not a flesh-and-blood creature, but also an existence belonging to the sword soul.
"I'm sorry, I can't stay this sword." Rosen gritted his teeth and refused, "This sword is not mine."
The man said in a deep voice: "Why is it not your sword here?"
"This is the sword of my contract partner."
"Contract partner?" The man disagreed: "So what, since the contract has been signed, everything belongs to you."
"No, a contract is just a connection, we live in equality," Rosen corrected.
The man glanced at Rosen in a strange way: "Isn't the human race inventing a contract just to enslave other creatures? What's there to admit?"
"No, the contract is equal, and both parties have the right to terminate the contract." Rosen said seriously.
The man scoffed at this.
Although he didn't know why he thought so.
But humans enslave all races openly and upright, so why bother to hide it? To maintain the contract with small favors is really to take off your pants and fart.
"Summon your contract partner, I want to see if it is worthy of the Sky-Slaying Sword." The man said coldly.
For some reason, he felt extremely angry at the Sky-Slaying Sword being held by other creatures.
Luo Sen thought for a long time but released Xiaokong, but he secretly decided that if the other party was doing something randomly, he would fight with the other party.
Xiaokong appears.
Perhaps because of the long-term contact with humans, its behavior habits are becoming more and more like humans. At this moment, the golden light flashes in its eyes, the body is slightly sluggish, and it is extremely vigilant.
The sword shadow of the Sky Sword sensed Xiaokong and flew straight back to its hands.
Xiaokong and Luo Sen are in a close relationship, so they naturally know what is going on.
"Hmm? The descendant of the holy ape? It seems to have mutated." The man saw through Xiaokong's background at a glance, and then sneered: "So what about the descendant of the holy ape? After all, he is not a monkey yet. How can he be the master of the Sword of the Sky?
Even if it's just a sword shadow."
He seems to have a natural repulsion to non-human and non-sword sea creatures.
"Roar." Xiaokong grinned his teeth and let out a low roar.
"You don't deserve the Heaven-Slaying Sword." The man didn't even want to say a word to Xiao Kongduo, but turned to look at Luo Sen and said directly: "Your sword has a Holy Blood mark."
Luo Sen was stunned, and then his face became ugly.
The situation was too critical at that time, so he took out the Shoumo Sword without hesitation, and there was still no removal of holy blood left on the sword.
"If I throw you out of the sea of swords, you know what will happen. I believe that those holy light creatures will be happy to tear you apart."
The man is quite tolerant of humans, and Rosen sent the sword shadow of the Sky Sword, so he did not intend to use tough measures.
Rosen suddenly fell into a dilemma.
No wonder the other party just said he wanted to protect himself.
Xiaokong felt Luo Sen's emotions, his golden pupils flashed slightly, and then it calmed down and handed out the shadow of the Sky-Slaying Sword in his hand.
"Xiaokong..." Luo Sen felt extremely guilty.
Xiaokong shook his head.
The man was touched by this scene at all, so he took action to take away the sword shadow of the Sky Sword, but the next moment, he saw the reluctance in Xiaokong's eyes.
Of course, no one will be reluctant to give up such a magic sword.
But the man saw a special obsession in Xiaokong's eyes.
The sword shadow of the Sky Sword felt this obsession, trembled violently, and made a shrill sound of swords.
The man was surprised: How is that possible?
He clearly felt the deep bond between him and the Sword of the Sky, why did the other party refuse his summoning?
The man stared at Xiaokong.
The next moment, the terrifying sword intent began to surge.
Xiaokong seemed to have noticed it, and the sword intent that belonged to it could not help but slowly extend. Although it was young and weak, it was full of inexplicable vitality.
The man felt this sword intent.
He seemed to see a very weak little white ape, holding a tattered bamboo sword in his hand.
Because of congenital deficiency, it is weak and prone to disease, and everyone thinks it will die prematurely.
But facing all this, it did not surrender.
It is born with an inexplicable love for swords. Even if it is tortured by illness, it never put down the broken sword in its hand.
It just holds on, holds on, and then grows tenaciously, and finally brings out unprecedented vitality.