"Submit to you? Didn't I already agree to be your follower?"
Lolodar grinned, but his eyes were extremely sincere.
"Although I, a member of the barbarian tribe, are warlike and ferocious, I will never regret what I say."
"Hey, the destined person has surrendered. Congratulations to the host for gaining 70,000 luck points and 700,000 villain points."
"Hey, the destined person has surrendered. Congratulations to the host for getting an extra reward, the Barbarian God's body (a hundred breaths ignores any attack)."
"Hey, the destined person has surrendered. Congratulations to the host for receiving additional rewards, the way of domination (crushing momentum), the way of blood, and the way of war."
"Hey, the man of destiny has surrendered. Congratulations to the host for receiving an additional reward: 3% of the destiny casting value (total 74%)."
"Still greedy for my body."
Hearing the system sound coming from his ears, Ling Xiao shook his head, raised his head and drank the wine in the pot.
Then, he took out the Nine Tribulations Sword and the remaining one tribulation from the Qiankun Ring and placed them on the long case.
"I heard before that the barbarians have a sword-making master who is a top-notch swordsmith. I wonder where this master is now?"
In the memory of Ling Xiao's plunder, there was a master swordsmith in Qingcang ten thousand years ago, who was born into a barbarian tribe.
The three ancient swords he forged are now famous Qingcang swords, comparable to ancient holy treasures.
But for some unknown reason, when this master was at his peak, he suddenly retired to the far north and never appeared again.
After that, no one in Qingcang could match his sword-making skills.
"Are you talking about Master Gu Luo?"
Lolodar picked up the Nine Tribulations Sword on the table and looked at it carefully. He saw that the blade of the sword was engraved with countless fine and ancient runes, and his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
"The master has been in retreat on the top of the holy mountain since he returned to the Far North five thousand years ago. Even I have never seen him."
"Holy Mountain?"
"The holy city of our barbarians is Tiancheng, and the holy mountain is Tianshan. There is always ice and snow, and even people in the holy realm cannot climb to the top. Rumor has it that there was once a secluded place for a powerful immortal, but now it is the secluded residence of an ancient master.
place."
Lolodar put down the ancient sword and said with a serious expression, "Ling Xiao, you may not know the temper of Master Gu. He has always been extremely resistant to foreigners, because the three divine swords he forged back then caused a rain of blood.
There was a fishy wind, and that’s why he couldn’t escape from the world.”
"Isn't it you? Is it possible that even you, the barbarian king, can't convince him?"
Ling Xiao smiled gently, his eyes seemed to be full of stars, extremely bright.
"I...can't do it. In the eyes of the master, the sword is life. He doesn't like me as a sword user at all."
"In this way, I am more interested in this ancient master."
Ling Xiao nodded slightly, not annoyed at all.
It is not difficult to completely integrate the Nine Tribulations Sword.
What is difficult is to recreate the power of this sword.
Just like the six-path millstone he obtained in the world of the dead before, it was originally a magic weapon of the Immortal Emperor, and its grade must be a transcendent supreme weapon.
But after being shattered, even if they are reunited, their power will never be restored to its peak.
Now Qing Cang's only supreme weapon in the world is an ancient clock of immortals and demons.
If Ling Xiao wants to compete with Xue Xiyan, he must control a supreme weapon.
No matter how powerful Ten Thousand Arms Daozang is, it is still in the category of holy weapons. Even if ten thousand holy weapons are stacked, it still cannot break through to the supreme realm.
"You came here just to make swords?"
Lolodar looked at Ling Xiao thoughtfully, his brown eyes full of picky things.
"You will die in your current state."
Ling Xiao smiled playfully and put the Nine Tribulations Sword into the ring, "Tell me about the place where demons are buried."
From the moment Ling Xiao saw Lolodar, he vaguely guessed something.
The Titans are the legendary clan of gods.
It is impossible for them to appear in the human world without a mission.
The existence of the Demon Burial Land may be the reason why the barbarians, or the Titans, appeared in this land.
"The place where demons are buried?"
Lolodar's eyes trembled slightly, showing a hint of hesitation for the first time.
"Young master, are you here for the place where demons are buried?"
"good."
Now that Lolodar has surrendered, Ling Xiao has nothing to hide.
If a Nine-Heaven Demon is really buried in this magical land, then to him, it is a rarer creation than the Immortal Burial Land.
"According to the ancient records of our Titan clan, this place where demons are buried was originally a battlefield between gods and demons. A Nine Heavens Demon Lord fell there and was suppressed here."
Lolodar's expression was extremely heavy, and he was obviously very wary of this place.
"Be more detailed."
"That demon lord is called the Lord of Desolation. Wherever he goes, all realms are desolate, and his strength is terrifying! Even after his death, he was divided into corpses and suppressed by the ancient gods. Endless years have passed, and what has evolved into the place where demons are buried?
I don’t know what it looks like.”
Lolodar sighed softly and stopped talking.
Although Ling Xiao is powerful, he is still too small compared to these ancient creatures.
"Desolation Demon Lord?"
Ling Xiao nodded, stood up and walked towards the outside of the palace, "Here are some eighth-grade elixirs that can help you recover from your injuries."
"Ling Xiao! How about... you wait a few days and I go with you?"
"No need."
Ling Xiao waved his hand and did not stop.
"Ling Xiao, the ancient master went down to the mountain a hundred years ago and took on a disciple, but he went to the Demon Burial Ground a year ago and never came back..."
Lolodar walked out of the stone palace, looked at the retreating figure, and suddenly opened his mouth.
Hearing this, Ling Xiao's steps were slightly stifled, he nodded slightly, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow.
"snort."
Lolodar gritted his silver teeth and said, "Just wait for me. When I regain my strength, I will definitely hold you under me."
Tianshan, as the holy mountain of the barbarians, Ling Xiao found the location of this mountain without even asking.
I saw this mountain, which is ten thousand feet tall, white in color, and majestic.
And with Ling Xiao's spiritual perception, he was unable to detect the scene on the mountain top at this time.
"The master swordsmith has lived in seclusion for thousands of years just to escape the world?"
Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, not believing such rhetoric at all.
Those three ancient swords indeed caused a bloody storm, but the swords were handed down by Gu Luo himself.
At that time, all the major immortal forces tried to woo the swordsmith master, but he rejected them one by one.
In other words, people like this don't care about financial status at all.
The more talented a swordsmith is, his lifelong wish is to forge a... peerless sword!
Could it be that Gu Luo has lived here in seclusion for thousands of years to refine a divine sword?
Thinking like this, the gloominess in Ling Xiao's eyes grew stronger, and he raised his feet and walked towards the top of the mountain.
On the mountain road, a row of straight footprints gradually faded away.
The wind and snow drifted and soon covered it up.
As he climbed the mountain, Ling Xiao also felt that the surrounding temperature dropped almost at a terrifying speed.
The top of the mountain is already covered with frost, and even the breath exhaled from the mouth and nose will instantly condense into frost and scatter.
Even ordinary holy realms may not be able to withstand this chill. If you are not careful, your blood may be frozen.
Ling Xiao stopped and looked at an ancient palace in the distance.
According to what Lolodar said, this hall is the place where immortals live in seclusion, where Gu Luo takes refuge from the world.
"boom!"
Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and pushed open the stone door of the ancient palace, but felt a wave of heat rushing towards him, burning everything.
In the main hall, an oven several feet high stood quietly, emitting extreme heat.