Ye Xiaochuan was suddenly enlightened by Yun Qiyou's scolding, and his ears were deafened.
He doesn't know why, but his temperament seems to have changed a lot since the last change in the Qingming Sword. Especially after the Qiankun Bag fell into the hands of the Black Wind Clan leader and he worked in vain, he saw
No one is pleasing to the eye. In the past, he would never use such a sinister tone to talk to an old man who has lived for hundreds of years. Now, in his few words, he is always inseparable from ridiculing the Black Wind clan.
He is tall and seems to look down on such short aliens.
Ye Xiaochuan reacted, quickly adjusted his mentality, clasped his hands towards the Black Wind Clan leader, bowed deeply and saluted, and said: "It was the boy Meng Lang just now, please don't blame the Black Wind Clan leader."
The leader of the Black Wind clan still looked like he was stroking his beard and laughing. It seemed that he would never be angry with Ye Xiaochuan. If it had been anyone else, he would have walked away with his beard blown away and his eyes wide open.
The reason for this may be related to the fact that Ye Xiaochuan is the master of the Wufeng Sword. After all, the dwarves have an innate sense of closeness to the magic weapons refined by their ancestors.
Maybe it has something to do with Ye Xiaochuan's previous statement that he was the descendant of the evil god.
He waved his hand to tell Ye Xiaochuan not to be too polite, and then said to the dragon tribe leader beside him: "Go and open all the Dragon Broken Stones."
The leader of the dragon clan nodded, commanded the hundreds of aliens in the Xuan Bing Cave, and began to activate the mechanism of the Dragon Broken Stone.
Most of the aliens have left this area, leaving only the Black Wind Clan Chief, the Dragon Clan Chief, the Purple Smoke Saint, and a group of human cultivators from Ye Xiaochuan.
Perhaps because of the great joy and sorrow today, the Black Wind Clan leader sat down on the ice platform where the artifact had been placed a little tiredly. Zi Yan, a flatterer, immediately flew over to give him a squeeze on his shoulders and legs. He was very attentive, but he looked like he wanted to listen to gossip.
Her appearance betrayed her true thoughts.
This time Ye Xiaochuan did not continue to urge the Black Wind clan leader. He also discovered that his heart has been very impatient recently, which is a taboo for cultivators.
The leader of the Black Wind clan looked at Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou, and said slowly: "Can you show me Wu Feng Zhan Chen?"
The two hesitated for a moment, and finally drew the divine sword from their upper back.
The leader of the Black Wind clan took the swords with trembling hands, and suddenly burst into tears. The ghostly inscriptions on the swords were the same as the lines on the Ice Soul Sword that the dwarves had kept for generations.
"It is indeed Wu Feng and Zhan Chen. I never thought that I would have the chance to witness these two swords in my lifetime. I will die without any regrets."
The leader of the Black Wind tribe did not let these gossip-minded humans wait too long. He calmed down his emotions and placed his two swords on the ice platform beside him. He said: "About the so-called Three Lives and Seven Lives between Wu Feng and Zhan Chen.
In fact, I don’t know the curse of the four swords. On the day when the four swords were perfected, the Heavenly Punishment was imposed. Miss Zhu felt that the four swords were too powerful, so she left Binghun and Qingming in our clan. After that, they stayed for a long time.
, these two swords will
It has been sealed in this place. Miss Zhu just brought the swords of Zhanchen and Wufeng back to Middle-earth." "Originally, there was nothing wrong with these swords. Until three thousand years later, there was an expert in Middle-earth, named
Said the old man of reincarnation, who had sacrificed his life span of a hundred years, and used the divine calculation of Tiangang to deduce the twin swords of Zhanchen and Wufeng. Before he died, he left a verse: Three lives and seven lives of enemies, nine thousand nine hundred years of reincarnation. Think about it carefully,
This sword seems to have been lovers in the previous lives, but in the end they turned against each other. Either the owner of the Zhanchen Divine Sword died under the sword of the owner of the Wufeng Divine Sword, or the owner of the Wufeng Sword killed the owner of the Zhanchen Sword.
More than 6,400 years ago today, the master of the sixth generation of the twin swords, the Invisible Sword God Division
Tu Feng and Su Qinglian, the fairy of Duan Nian, also suffered the same fate." "In the battle at Duantian Cliff in Tianshan Mountain, Su Qinglian died under Situ Feng's sword, and then Situ Feng also disappeared. I heard that he couldn't bear it because he couldn't bear it.
The matter of killing his lover with his own hands has already been explained to Bintian. Since then, the two swords have disappeared from the world. Until more than 4,000 years ago, a Cangyun Sect appeared in the world. At that time, Cangyun Sect's first generation ancestor Cang
Senior Yunzi was born with Zhanchen in hand. After Cang Yunzi passed away, Zhanchen was passed on to his only female disciple, Fairy Qingluan. Our dwarf tribe is located in a remote area. When we got the news, Zhanchen Divine Sword
Already landed in Qingluan Fairy
At that time, our clan sent three priests to the Middle-Earth to tell Fairy Qingluan everything about the curse of Zhan Chen and Wu Feng’s twin swords for seven generations.”
After everyone listened to the words of the Black Wind clan leader in silence, everyone's expressions were very strange.
The expression on Yun Qiyou's face was still very calm, but there was a bit of disappointment in his eyes. Even the dwarves who refined Zhanchen Wufeng didn't know much about the curse of three lives and seven lives, and they were afraid that no one in the world would know about it.
Already.
Next to her, Gu Pan'er was stirring her clothes with her fingers and muttering to herself. She didn't know what she was talking about. However, it was obvious from her expression that she was very dissatisfied with the destined fate between Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou.
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Ye Xiaochuan didn't have much money, so all his disappointment was expressed on his face, and he was very depressed.
Suddenly, Ye Xiaochuan raised his head and said: "Buddha sees a bowl of water containing forty-eight thousand insects. Chief, have you heard this sentence?"
The leader of the Black Wind clan was stunned and said: "Master Ye, you actually know about this."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "At Kasyapa Temple, Senior Sister Yun and I got these two verses, which were said to be related to the curse of the double swords, and we asked the clan leader for advice."
The leader of the Black Wind clan glanced at the sacred water in the Vientiane Plate beside him. He had previously put some of the purple smoke into the bottle, but there was not much left.
The leader of the Black Wind tribe suddenly took out a large bottle from his arms, opened the cork, and poured the crystal liquid out of the bottle, all into the groove of the Vientiane Plate. There was immediately a lot more divine water in it.
He waved to Yun Qiyouye and Ye Xiaochuan: "Come here."
The two stepped forward.
The leader of the Black Wind clan stood up, walked aside, and said to Ye Xiaochuan: "Look carefully at the water in this stone plate."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "It's better not to look at it. On the ancient sacred tree, the great wizard of the elves let me and Senior Sister Yun take a look."
The leader of the Black Wind clan said: "There is a difference. Looking at the divine water alone and looking at the divine water in a stone plate are not the same."
Ye Xiaochuan frowned, walked to the edge of the ice platform, bent down, and looked down at the clear water in the stone plate.
The ripples gradually calmed down, and Ye Xiaochuan's cheek was slowly printed in the clear water. But after a while, as Ye Xiaochuan concentrated his concentration, the originally calm clear water actually seemed to be shaken by an earthquake, shaking slowly.
The circle of ripples rolled back and forth in the clear water, and Ye Xiaochuan's reflection gradually became blurred, swaying layer by layer in the ripples.
