Chapter 190 Descendants of the Evil God

It is strange to say that in the huge pier, countless people are bustling, but no one saw two young men and women sitting cross-legged on the bank of the river, and no one saw a white-haired old man having sex with a shadowy figure floating in the air. The spirit is speaking.

This world is like a small space independent of the human world, so incompatible with the human world.

I don't know how long it took, but Situ Feng suddenly said hoarsely: "I didn't expect that there would still be people in the world who remember me and Qing Lian."

The mysterious old man said silently: "Six thousand years is actually not a long time. There are still some stories about you that have been handed down more or less. If the inheritance of cultivation in the world had not been interrupted and disappeared for two thousand years because of the world-destroying battle, I would I hope more people will know your story. During that catastrophe, hundreds of thousands of cultivation masters in the world were almost wiped out, and most of the techniques and magic weapons were lost. Oh, what a pity. "

Situ Feng's face gradually dimmed, and he said: "Back then, when I killed Qing Lian and Wu Fengjianxia, I was disheartened and felt lifeless, so I chose the path of self-destruction. If Qing Lian and I were still alive back then, Living, the two swords may not be able to resolve the unprecedented catastrophe. "

The mysterious old man shook his head and said: "That was an unprecedented catastrophe that almost destroyed the entire human world. As far as I know, after the catastrophe, there were few masters left in the world of cultivation who could fly with swords, and the mortals suffered heavy losses. Before the catastrophe, the population of Middle-earth alone exceeded one hundred million. However, after the catastrophe, the population was less than ten million. Blood flowed everywhere, and corpses piled up like mountains. It took six thousand years for the people of the world to gradually recover. In that tragic event The catastrophe is irreversible even if you, the Invisible Sword God and Fairy Duan Nian are added to it."

Situ Feng nodded silently. He seemed to agree with what this mysterious old man said. Even if his sword and Su Qinglian's combined swords could sweep across the world, they would not be able to stop the coming catastrophe, because after all, humans cannot fight against the sky, and humans can only conquer the sky. Just a ridiculous slogan.

Situ Feng did not dare to think about how many cultivators held magic weapons and shouted "Man can conquer heaven", and then turned into a broken corpse, and then more cultivators rushed forward.

He suddenly said: "As far as I know, cultivation in the world is now at its peak. Perhaps this kind of catastrophe will happen again in the near future."

The mysterious old man raised his head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and said, "Maybe, it was the evil done by the evil god back then."

Situ Feng said silently: "What kind of evil can the Evil God do more than this? The Taixu Chaos Yin-Yang Liuhe Mirror that has been circulated in the world for thousands of years is because it is said that this mirror was left by the Evil God, and it has thousands of connections with what he has learned. In the past ten thousand years, how many brilliant and talented cultivators have died because of the Liuhe Mirror? I'm afraid the number is even more than the number of people who died in that catastrophe, right? This small bronze mirror was completely ruined. If Shushan had not been destroyed, what would have happened? The evil god has been away for nearly 20,000 years, but the world is still in his hands for 20,000 years. According to mortals. One generation in ten years is equivalent to a thousand generations. Even cultivators with long lifespans have been reincarnated for one or two hundred generations. "

The two people were like a conversation spanning six thousand years of time and space, so mysterious that it was almost incomprehensible. But both of them knew what they were talking about, and they both knew what the other person was talking about.

The Evil God, that man who was once crazy and proud in the world, was like the bright sun in the sky. Even though 20,000 years have passed, there are still magical legends about him circulating in the world.

After being speechless for a long time, Situ Feng said: "Your Excellency, you should be from the Cangyun Sect, right?"

The mysterious old man nodded and said, "Senior, how did you figure it out?"

Situ Feng glanced at the guqin on the mysterious old man's knees and said slowly: "First, you said that it was Yu Jizi who sent you a message. He said that the Wufeng Sword was born, so you came to take a look. According to As far as I know, Yu Jizi is the current head of Cangyun Sect."

The mysterious old man became interested and said: "One? Are there other reasons?"

Situ Feng glanced at Guqin intentionally or unintentionally, and said: "Although I woke up from a deep sleep not long ago, I have been hiding in the sea of Ye Xiaochuan's soul. I don't know much about the current world. I still have a certain understanding of Cangyun Sect. A rough understanding. The three great weapons of the Cangyun Sect are Samsara, Wushuang, and Zhanchen. The Samsara Divine Sword is a token of the past heads of the Cangyun Sect. The Zhanchen Sword is now in the hands of a female disciple named Yun Qiyou. There is a sword hidden in his guqin. If I feel right, it should be Wushuang, one of the three great weapons of Cangyun Sect. "

The mysterious old man grinned, but his face was full of wrinkles, and his smile seemed a bit more ferocious than crying.

Situ Feng said: "Why are you laughing?"

The mysterious old man said: "If I had been born six thousand years earlier, you and I would have been best friends."

Situ Feng also smiled and said: "I didn't have many friends back then, to be precise, I didn't have any."

The mysterious old man asked strangely: "Why?"

Situ Feng said proudly: "A sword without an edge is too cold to stand up high. Who among all living beings in the world is worthy of being my friend?"

After more than six thousand years of death, with only a trace of his soul left, Situ Feng is still the proud invisible sword god, and his aura that dominates the world will never dissipate in the slightest because of his death.

The mysterious old man nodded and said, "That's true. The name of the invisible sword god was indeed enough to shock the world. There are many secrets that only the heads of the Cang Yun Sect know. There is no written record. They are all passed down orally by each generation of heads. But I know some of them. To be precise, I have to call you the ancestor. The most powerful sword skills and Yin-Yang Dao of the Cang Yun Sect are actually inherited from your past."

Situ Feng smiled indifferently and said, "You are too polite. It is true that the true method of the Cang Yun Sect was left by me, but it was not created by me."

The mysterious old man was a little surprised and said, "Oh? I don't know where the senior came from?"

Situ Feng smiled mysteriously and said, "Let me tell you this, your Cang Yun Sect is actually the one you mentioned just now. The descendant of the evil god who committed countless sins. "

The mysterious old man was speechless, then laughed and said: "So that's it, so that's it, I understand!"

After that, the figure of the mysterious old man suddenly began to become illusory, and the sound of the guqin sounded again. He slowly said: "I have no regrets to meet the senior in my lifetime and solve a big doubt in my life and the mystery of Cang Yun's origin. When the senior's soul disappears and returns to the universe, I will offer a cup of inferior wine and rough tea to you from afar. I hope that I will not die of old age by then."

When the sound of the guqin began to weaken, the old man had disappeared. Situ Feng looked up and saw that the white-haired mysterious old man was sitting on a flower boat with his legs crossed. It was getting closer and closer, and only the ethereal sound of the guqin seemed to be faintly audible.