Under the leadership of Zhu Xingfeng, Lin Mo came to an ordinary small building on the back mountain of Zhujian Peak.
Zhu Xingfeng was unusually silent along the way, perhaps because he knew Lin Mo's identity, or perhaps because he was thinking about what Lin Mo just said.
Lin Mo didn't say much, but looked at the surrounding scenery with great interest.
However, along the way, as he got closer to the small building in the back mountain, the lush trees around him became increasingly sparse. When he arrived in front of the small building, Lin Mo looked around and saw that it was already a wasteland.
Boom, boom, boom.
Zhu Xingfeng knocked on the door and asked: "Ancestor, there is a distinguished guest who wants to meet you."
Silence, except for the sound of the cold wind whistling in my ears, there is nothing else.
I don't know how long I waited, but the door of the small building suddenly opened.
Zhu Xingfeng made a gesture of invitation: "My lord, I'm sorry that I won't be able to go with you from now on. My ancestor has always disliked an environment with many people, and even I am no exception."
Lin Mo nodded, and after stepping into the small building alone, the door was pulled by a strong wind and closed tightly.
After entering the hall, what came into view were tall cabinets placed close to the wall. Various weapons were placed on them, but Lin Mo was a little puzzled. These weapons all had a faint spirituality. Could they have any?
Many of them had pieces missing.
To be precise, these weapons were either failed products due to casting errors and accidentally generated spirituality, or defective products that were damaged beyond repair for some reason.
It wasn't until Lin Mo walked through the hall and came to a small room at the back that was similar to a secret room that he saw a middle-aged man wearing brown clothes with his eyes closed and concentrating. A broad and heavy sword in his hand immediately attracted people's attention.
Lin Mo's gaze.
This should be the nine-star magic weapon Tian Kun.
Then the middle-aged man opened his eyes and pressed towards Lin Mo like a heavy sword splitting mountains and cracking the ground.
Lin Mo frowned slightly, pointing to the sword. Wherever the sword pointed, countless strange red lines suddenly appeared, and then merged into a strange bloody river, as if turning into a red shadow above the nine heavens, blocking Lin Mo's body.
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Aoxie Swordsmanship·A River of Blood!
"This is not your sword intention." The middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time.
Immediately afterwards, the blood-red barrier in front of Lin Mo shattered into pieces, and at the same time, the man withdrew his sword.
Lin Mo didn't refute this. He condensed his sword heart by possessing Wuming and raising his powerful sword realm. Then he continuously integrated and absorbed the martial arts of Wuming, Mu Yingxiong and Ren Piaomiao, the three peerless swordsmen.
Learn the basics.
If it comes to sword skills, he has already found his own way.
But when it comes to swordsmanship, he is still in the process of constantly learning these three.
With Lin Mo's current strength, he has not yet mastered those peerless sword techniques. In addition, he is not a pure swordsman, so he does not pay too much attention to condensing his own sword intent.
When the man saw that Lin Mo was silent, he focused his eyes on the blood on his waist. After a moment, he said, "You are missing a part."
The little red figure condensed by evil energy appeared on Lin Mo's shoulder. He seemed a little afraid of this middle-aged man, but at the same time he was a little unconvinced. After snorting twice, he hid behind Lin Mo.
Lin Mo coughed dryly and said: "Senior, I have a keen eye. The blood is not stained. It is indeed an incomplete state. It is just that it is troublesome to make up for the other part."
After drawing the blood-stainless blood, Lin Mo searched the system's points mall. If he wanted to restore the blood-stainless blood to the complete blood-stainless form, he would not only need to use another seven-and-a-half-star magic weapon, holding
Invincible.
It also requires the Blood God to use himself as a pulling force.
Exchanging the points for being undefeated was nothing to Lin Mo. What mattered was how to deal with the blood god.
However, the system was considerate and said that after his authority was upgraded, he could spend points to fuse, which made Lin Mo put the matter on hold for the time being.
After all, the current seven-and-a-half-star blood immunity suits me very well. Although the red villain occasionally shows off, compared to the nine-star Tenchu who is restless at first sight, he is already at the level of a good boy.
Then Lin Mo said: "The reason why senior agreed to meet me is probably because this blood is not stained."
The middle-aged man transformed from the nine-star magic weapon Tian Kun nodded and said: "Yes, this sword is very rare, and it is not easy to gather the soul of a soldier.
Although he took advantage of the evil spirit and transformed into a clever way, he still had a chance to grow to my level by finding another way.
However, because it is incomplete in itself, this will affect its future upper limit.
As his master, since it is troublesome for you to say this, rather than impossible, you must have already made up your mind, so there is no need for me to say more."
Talking about this day, Kun paused and said: "I generally know what happened in the entire Zhujian Peak. Although I don't want to pay attention to the turmoil in the world, I have also admired the name of Weidao Palace and Human Realm Association for a long time.
The purpose of your meeting with me this time is probably to convince me to let Zhujianfeng join the human world."
Lin Mo raised his eyebrows lightly. He did not expect that the strength of this nine-star magic weapon was far beyond his imagination. Compared with the Tianchu who was shouting about eating this and that all day long, he was obviously a little unable to handle it.
"What about the opinions of seniors?"
From the beginning to the end, the middle-aged man's expression did not change at all: "I have no objection, but the casters inside the door will not agree unless you can come up with something that attracts them.
Or you can find a location that is extremely suitable for forging weapons.
The reason why the Sword-forging Peak was built here is because there is an earth-core furnace at the bottom of the mountain. However, as the Dameng Dynasty continues to use the power of dragon energy, some of the earth's veins have been damaged.
I’m afraid this furnace won’t last long.”
Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that Tiankun's attitude was a bit good, and he even directly told himself what conditions were needed to attract those casters, which made him look a little confused.
However, after thinking about the weapons he saw when he entered the hall and had only weak spirituality, he seemed to understand something.
"Senior, you... are you lonely?"
The middle-aged man didn't say much, just waved his hand, but his eyes were always fixed on the little red man hiding behind Lin Mo.
Lin Mo stood up and saluted the middle-aged man, then turned and left.
After Lin Mo left the small building, the middle-aged man turned into a ball of mist and got into the big sword.
I saw the big sword trembling slightly, as if a little happy, but also a little sad.
Until the sky gradually darkens, the light through the window gradually disappears, and everything is buried in the boundless darkness.