Not only the demonic clone, but also Qingmu and Chu Yi heard this soft sound.
The turbulence of the sword sound caused the sword movement spread on the statue in front to suddenly stop.
"Whose voice?"
Regarding this sudden sound, Aoki's expression instantly became solemn.
He didn't notice anyone approaching this place. The sound sounded silently.
This shows that the person coming must be stronger than him, otherwise he would not be aware of it at all.
The soft sound of the sword moved the majestic sword machine on the statue and stopped it, which showed the power of the person coming.
The sword machine originally spread by the statue was only within a few inches. It did not spread outward. But you can still feel the terror of the sword machine.
At least Aoki didn't dare to touch it for fear of causing death.
Chu Yi still lowered her head and gnawed the dried meat carefully, fearing that if she took too many bites, she would not be able to wait until grandpa woke up, and there would be nothing to fill her stomach before she woke up.
She didn't know that the demonic clone had awakened. The immortal platforms penetrated the temple and were high in the sky, so she didn't see them.
I don't know what this crisp sound means.
The demonic clone didn't stand up or even raise his head. He just nodded and said, "I will."
Even if he didn't get the Demon Lord's inheritance, he would still do this.
In today's world, the only one who has the deepest ties to that person is Chu Cheng.
Because that person is Senior Xue Yao. The person who made him go to the extreme path. He is also the person who protects him.
If he had not met her, Chu Cheng would not be what he is today.
In this life, he can only be ignored by everyone. In the end, he will be wiped out like an ant in the troubled times of the ancient court.
This is kindness.
Even without this kindness, when he took off the mask of destiny in the fairy court of Donghua Remnant Universe, he would have to bear the will of Donghua Immortal King.
Qu Bugui became Qu Rugui in the end. Although he and Donghua Immortal King became strangers in the end, their wishes were the same after all.
That is the one who protects.
When he heard this crisp sound, the demonic clone knew who the source of the sound was. When the sound of the sword sounded, he became even more convinced.
Who created this big dream that refuses to wake up?
It's a sword. A sword once wielded by a demon lord.
For a strong person, who knows him best?
Not a friend, not a relative, not a Taoist companion. Rather, it is a destiny tool that has been with me for many years.
The Demon Lord has died, but the sword he once wielded still exists to this day.
It's just that the demon lord's last obsession was continued by that sword. A dream is left here, and those who come here have to experience the past with the demon lord.
They know that the devil is ruthless, but he also values love. Let them always remember this loving lover.
The demonic clone's gaze kept falling on the statue without looking back. The sound of the sword no longer trembled, and the crisp sound did not rise again.
Until the wild geese startled, another black wild goose flew past the demonic clone.
This time, everyone saw the wild goose.
Since ancient times, carrier pigeons have carried messages, and wild geese have conveyed love. This wild goose carries the devil’s lifelong affection.
This wild goose stopped in front of the demonic clone.
When it stops, you can clearly see the face of the wild goose.
This is composed of demonic energy, slowly dissipating, and finally revealing a sword blade.
Reveal everything in the end.
All this happens in a few breaths. When the fog is thick, it is a goose, and when it fades, it is a sword.
This is a large sword, seven feet long, with its entire body covered in ink and emitting a cold light.
This sword has no Sanbo Sword Intention, but the demonic clone knows that this sword contains a terrifying and powerful energy.
It is truly like a sword with a melody inside it. If it does not move, it will be the king of swords that shakes the heaven and earth. Ten thousand swords will respect it.
It's just that this sword is in a state of dilapidation. Only the middle part of the sword is intact, and the blade is not damaged.
"This sword..." Aoki's pupils shrank sharply when he saw this black sword.
Just looking at it, it seemed as if there was only this sword left in the whole world.
It is boundless and powerful. It is as if one sword can break through the entire sky, and no one in the world can stop it.
I don't know if this is an illusion or what. This feeling only appears for a moment and fades away quickly.
The demonic clone looked at the sword, the blade of the sword clearly reflected in its dark pupils.
He had a strange feeling, as if what he was looking at was not a sword, but a face.
This one has a pair of talking eyes, which are as full as a pool of autumn water and can be clearly seen to the bottom. It also seems to be able to penetrate people's innermost thoughts.
"Sword Spirit?" The demonic clone looked at it for a long time before asking.
"Yes."
The crisp voice sounded again, with some emotion, and said again: "I am the demon lord's destiny weapon. In that battle, my lord resisted the pursuit of the three taboos for that one, and finally fell."
"If my lord had insisted not to push me to violence, he would still have had a chance to rush back to see that person."
"It's just that he was still partial to that one person in the end. He wanted to leave a legacy and was looking for someone who could succeed him. In the years to come, he could protect that one person for him."
"I accepted the promise, took my broken body, and came out of the siege again. I came here and waited for countless years, waiting for the wilderness to rise again and the prosperous age to rise again, to find someone for the Demon Lord who could inherit the tradition."
"For me, this promise is forever. For him, it is forever. My Lord shocked the four worlds with his killings and was called the most ruthless person in the world. But who else will
You know, his heart is like the peach blossom, full of longing."
"The peach blossoms bloom year after year, quietly watching the wind and rain in the world and refusing to wither."
"This flower is silent. Even if its youth lasts only day and night, it is still hidden in the heart and dare not be revealed. This song of no return has finally become a sentimental song."
The crisp voice sighed again, with reminiscence in his tone.
"He is the Peach Blossom. To the Demon Lord, that person means this world. In that life, he only had that one person in his eyes. But, in this life, will there be emotion and a ray of luster?"
The demonic clone shook his head, thinking that even if the demon master expressed his feelings, he would eventually fall into disgrace.
When he learned about the origin and future of Senior Xue Yao, he no longer became emotional.
Because she carries a world, a world that had no life when she entered that life.
It carries the ambitions of countless living beings after death. Come here to find a glimmer of hope to break the catastrophe.
Her heart died long ago in her lifetime. There will no longer be the tenderness that belongs to women.
Women are like flowers and candles. When they are passionate, agarwood fills the room, making men eager to get close. But after the heavy rain destroys them, and finally sinks to the bottom of the river, they can no longer burn. They can never go back to the beginning of their romance.
.
Under the never-ending contamination of the river, it becomes bitingly cold, making people afraid to approach it.
The destruction of the world is like the heavy rain that pushes the candle into the bottom of the river. It completely freezes that person's heart, and no one can melt it.
"She won't."
The crisp voice sounded again, a sigh.
The two of them were silent.
It wasn't until another voice sounded that the demonic clone came back to his senses.
"Grandpa, are you awake? Xiaoyi is really hungry." Chu Yi had just finished chewing all the meat slices. When she heard the words of the demonic clone, she quickly raised her head and stuffed the cloth in her hand back into her arms, her eyes brightening.
But soon there was a whisper.
"Did that sound just now come from this ugly sword? This sword can actually talk! It's so magical!"
"You are the ugly sword! Lord Sword, I am a jade tree facing the wind. I am handsome and unrestrained. I don't know how many female swords I have charmed in the past!" A curse suddenly sounded.
When a person is moved by a scene, the scene will be completely destroyed by someone else's words that displease the scene.
This is what Chu Yi said.
For the demonic clone, the same is true for the words of the sword spirit in this great sword.
"But I'm not a sword, I'm a human being. Young masters all say that I'm very good-looking, and I will definitely become even better-looking in the future!" Chu Yi tilted her head, thought for a moment and said, "Grandpa, this sword is worth it.
Male or female? But I didn’t see the handle on this sword..."
"...."
The demonic clone didn't expect Chu Yi to say such words. It was really powerful.
"Young Master, there are no male or female swords. But there are sword spirits. Often a monk's natal weapon is chosen by its owner. If the owner is a woman, the weapon spirit is usually a female spirit. If the owner is a man, the weapon spirit is
Male spirit?”
"What is the weapon of destiny?" Chu Yi frowned, not understanding.
After all, she had just entered the spiritual practice for only a few months, and entered the second step in a daze. She didn't know most things about the spiritual practice world.
The only thing I know is that the monk can fly. Because she can fly.
"...."
"Whose baby is this?" Jian Ling gasped.
"Senior Jian, calm down!" The demonic clone already knew from the words of the sword spirit that this was the same kind of weapon spirit as Master Ding, and everything had to be coaxed and praised.
"Master Jian, as a senior, how can I meet a little girl? But this little girl is also blessed with deep blessings."
The sword spirit saw that Chu Yi had obtained the Hongmeng Houtian divine item, the Fire Spirit Bead. Only then did he take the second step at such a young age.
"I was so preoccupied with meeting you that I didn't expect that the person my lord was waiting for was also a demon, and the most refined kind of demon. He came from the same origin as my lord. This is God's will and fate!"
"And...you still come from the same place as that one, from Mochen. This is a greater providence and a greater fate."
The master of the sword spirit followed Mo Chen's cultivator and naturally came into contact with other Mo Chen's cultivators. After feeling the aura, he also realized that the demonic clone was Mo Chen's cultivator.
The demonic clone nodded and said: "This junior also didn't expect that there used to be people with the same origin as me in this world."
"This is all fate. In my current state, I cannot say too much. Since you have received the inheritance of my Lord, you should bow to me. This bow is not to my Lord, but to the one who was worshiped by me in the battle that year.
Thousands of strong men died."
The demonic clone stood up and turned around. If the sword spirit wanted him to worship the demon lord and become his master, he would definitely not do so.
But those who worship are those strong men who died fighting for Senior Xue Yao, so naturally I should worship them.
He cupped his fists and bent over, slowly kneeling down with his legs. He bowed to the ground.
But under this bow, a sudden change occurred.
The statue began to tremble violently, with cracks appearing constantly. It fell apart in an instant.
"Fuck!"
When the sword spirit saw this scene, he immediately shouted.