The process of developing such a sword may take a long, long time, so long that it requires countless eras and endless years.
Can……
What he lacks most now is time.
There was always mist in the sky over the small courtyard. He didn't know how long he had been here, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, or maybe even longer.
He only knows.
The floating island where he was imprisoned was so special that it could move on its own.
Precisely.
It was moved by the small courtyard beneath my feet.
He didn't know where this small courtyard came from or who left it, but he could clearly feel a sense of the end of the world and the change of times. It seemed that every time the floating island moved a small distance, it was placed in the long river of time.
It's the end of an era.
period.
He also saw many similar floating islands, and even saw all kinds of prisoners imprisoned on the floating islands. None of them had a sentence of less than 100,000 years.
Some people are crazy and yelling.
Some people looked desperate and waited quietly for death.
Others simply turned into a pile of withered bones and powder, completely exhausted their lifespan and died here.
The young man suddenly panicked.
After all, after seeing so many prisoners, he was the only one serving a life sentence!
Will the dead die again?
He didn't know.
He just hated the man named Su Han more and worked harder to raise his sword.
The sword rises and falls, the flowers wither and bloom.
Day after day, year after year.
The firewood turned into sticks, the sticks turned into wooden chopsticks, and the wooden chopsticks turned into wooden sticks... until finally, all the dry firewood in the courtyard had turned into wood fibers not much thicker than hair.
same.
His sword has begun to take on power, and with the power of endless sentient beings, his body is no different from a living person. If you don't look carefully, no one will think that he is a dead person.
This day.
He finished watering the vegetable field as usual, twisted a piece of wood, and was hesitating whether to split it into eight halves or sixteen halves, when the black sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently, almost uncontrollably, and almost flew away.
!
"This is!"
His pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked up!
Zheng!
The sound of swords suddenly sounded, and a shocking sharpness suddenly appeared on the black sword, which instantly tore apart the wisps of mist above his head, allowing him to see clearly the true appearance of the sky above his head!
A long river!
A roaring, endless river that seems to run through everything and lead to the past and future!
The sword moves forward indomitably!
Although the sword was not actually drawn, it still caused the water of the long river to churn, causing some ancient and vast will to roar!
Also at this time!
A vague pulling force suddenly fell on the black sword in his hand. It seemed that somewhere in the endless river, there was an unknown existence summoning the black sword!
Precisely.
It is summoning the sword that he has cultivated for a long time!
"How can it be!"
The young man looked shocked!
He always felt that the person who summoned this sword gave him a vague sense of familiarity, so familiar that he could not distinguish between them, so familiar that he was that person and that person was him!
Just thought of this.
A mark of light and shadow suddenly appeared in the long river, very far away from him. Faintly, he seemed to see two figures in the light and shadow.
Six arms were born together.
One line became even blurrier, so blurry that he couldn't even make out its outline.
Don't wait for him to take a closer look.
The two figures suddenly collided together, causing the light and shadow to tremble, completely shatter, and disappear without a trace!
"Kumo God Lord?"
For some reason, thinking of the six-armed figure, the young man's heart moved and he blurted out the name, but he was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.
Who is Jiumo?
Can……
Before he could think about it, the summoning power only lasted for half an instant, and then disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before!
Boom boom boom!
As the long river shook, the black sword sharpened its sharp edge, and wisps of mist filled the air again, covering the sky above the small courtyard and blocking his vision.
In the small courtyard.
The young man held the black sword and fell into thinking again.
"Who is that person?"
He simply couldn't understand that he was the only one in this small courtyard, and raising the sword was also done on his whim. Who else knew about the existence of this sword, and who else could summon this sword?
even!
If this sword wasn't immature, if the summoned person wasn't too far away and his strength was too low, we almost succeeded!
Snapped!
Just when he thought of this, a black spot fell from the sky and turned into a stream of light, passing through the wisps of mist, falling in the small courtyard, rolling a few times, and came to his feet.
It’s a red seal!
A small, simple seal about the size of a thumb, with mysterious inscriptions engraved around it and a trace of scarlet mist surrounding it!
"Divine seal? Divine power?"
The moment he saw Xiao Yin, the young man felt familiar again and blurted out!
Xuantian Sword Monument!
Lord Jiumo!
The divine power of the divine seal!
For a time, the familiarity these things brought to him was connected together, like a lead, dispersing a corner of the fog in his mind, allowing him to remember the identities he once had!
"Jidao, Sword Master?"
"Xuan Tian, Tenth Generation Sword Head?"
Rubbing his chin.
The young man was thoughtful.
These two names, it sounds like they are not something ordinary people can have. The original me... was so arrogant?
That……
Aren’t you invincible and have no rivals in the world?
…
Later generations.
In the more than ten years since Gu Han left, the Great Dao has brought countless opportunities, secret scriptures, and supreme treasure bloodlines. Many new forces have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, overshadowing the former hidden tribes and ancient tribes.
Wushuang City is one of them!
Can……
Today's Wushuang City is under the management of Luo Wushuang. Although there are many masters and talents, and the world's geniuses are gathered here, it is becoming more and more like a den of bandits!
everything.
Naturally it’s because of Luo Youran, Queen Luo.
then.
She found out where Luo Wushuang was, and led two tiger-headed military advisors and one hundred and eight tiger generals to send troops to the northern expedition to Wushuang City. She even shouted heroic slogans such as "capture Wushuang City", "beat Luo Wushuang violently" and "capture Mrs. Mu alive".
Several years have passed now.
She had already arrived in Wushuang City. Not to mention the last two slogans, the first slogan was indeed achieved.
Mu Qingxuan is a husband-controller.
Luo Wushuang is a girl-controller.
Naturally, from that day on, Wushuang City became Queen Luo's possession.
"Young ones!"
"exist!"
"Light the torch!"
"yes!"
"..."
Above the Wushuang City, the sky was clear and the sun was high, but as Jin Hu roared loudly, bursts of demonic energy surged into the sky, directly covering the sun, and the city suddenly became pitch black!
As one hundred and eight firelights lit up.
A beautiful woman in a light yellow dress put her hands on her back and stepped on the foreheads of the demons. With a splash of water, Shi Shiran landed on the tiger-headed throne.
"Meet the Queen!"
The group of monsters shouted with all their strength, their voices roaring like a tsunami, almost shaking the sky!