Chapter 1072: Spirit of the Weapon Ning Xian

"Huh? Who are you? You let me out?"

Heidao came back to his senses and focused his attention on Tang Lan.

At the same time, the surrounding black air turned into a strange human face, with the same confused expression.

"I'm the only one here. Do you think I should let you out?"

Tang Lan's mouth twitched, and she felt speechless.

I wondered if there was something wrong with this guy's brain, as he was completely stubborn when he spoke.

"Oh, I see!"

"In that case, I'll spare your life! Remember to stay away from me next time."

"I'm going to seek revenge on that old blacksmith now. He actually dared to seal half of my soul in this knife. If I catch him, I will chop him into a human stick."

Heidao seemed to recall some unpleasant past events and spoke angrily.

"You, were imprisoned in here?"

Tang Lan seemed to understand what was going on, so he asked.

"I am Ning Xian, the God of Killing from Nanshanzhou back then. That old villain actually used a trick to put me in danger. After I was seriously injured, I had to follow that person's instructions and temporarily enter the Blade of Slaughter."

"Then the old guy cheated me and locked me in there, so I couldn't get out."

"I don't know how many years have passed, and the old guy has disappeared. I can only spend my days and nights in this semi-divine weapon, waiting for the day to get out."

"Boy, tell me how many years Qianqiu is?"

The black gas gradually condensed into the shape of a tall man. When he looked at Tang Lan, there was a hint of urgency on his face, as if he really wanted to know what year and month it was.

"How many years are there in Qianqiu? What does that mean!"

Tang Lan raised his eyebrows, a look of doubt on his face.

Although Tang Lan didn't know much about the history of the soul master world, he was very familiar with the general stages.

That is five hundred years for Hunchu, seven hundred years for Yaoguang, one thousand two hundred years for the Three Emperors, and one thousand seven hundred years for the Two Continents.

This is the 4,100 years from the origin of the Soul World to the present day, as recognized by the Soul World.

Seeing that the spirit in the black sword suddenly fell silent, Tang Lan could only roughly tell him what he knew.

Half an hour later,

"What? It's been 4,100 years since the so-called Soul Beginning Era!!"

The spirit in the black sword was obviously shocked by the time scale.

After a long while, he said, "I probably don't know the time point you mentioned, but I'm sure that the guy who compiled the history of soul masters must be a liar."

"It's also possible that he didn't even know what happened at the time."

"That was the most prosperous generation of the first generation of spirit masters, but because of that war, human spirit masters were almost extinct."

"In comparison, the fate of the soul beasts is obviously much better than that of the human race. The main advantage is their reproductive ability and strong physical strength."

The spirit of the weapon stopped talking here, as if it was lost in another memory.

Tang Lan only understood half of what he heard, but he vaguely realized that the history of the soul master world seemed to be incomplete.

It can even be said that there is something missing that will subvert the entire world order.

That’s right, this is no longer just a matter of the soul master world, but a change in the entire world pattern.

Thinking of this, Tang Lan asked again: "You said you are a killing god, does that mean you have killed many people?"

"Humph, there are some things I don't need to tell a little kid like you."

"But I want to clarify one thing. Although I am called the God of Death, I don't kill humans."

"I, Ning Xian, never kill my own kind. I kill monsters."

The spirit in the black knife seemed to look down on Tang Lan, and after saying that, it ignored Tang Lan.

No matter how Tang Lan called out to this guy, he didn't say a word, as if this sword had never had any spirituality.

Seeing that communication was fruitless, Tang Lan simply ignored this guy.

Worried that his storage ring would be affected by this semi-artifact, Tang Lan did not dare to put the black sword into the storage ring. Instead, he wrapped it in black cloth and carried it on his back.

For a moment, Tang Lan even really felt that he was a swordsman.

After passing the second test, Tang Lan did not hear any sound.

Although he left the previous trial area, Tang Lan came to another vast area.

So much so that Tang Lan even guessed that he had arrived at the third trial site.

The petrified afterimages could still be seen from time to time around, but they did not come alive and attack Tang Lan like before.

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With just a casual knock, the afterimage next to it turned into ashes and disappeared.

After passing the area where the afterimage was located, Tang Lan soon came to a small square with many huge ice sculptures.

Each ice sculpture ranges from five to twenty feet in size, and the surface reflects a faint seven-color glare.

Seeing this, Tang Lan frowned slightly, and slowly stopped his steps.

Because Tang Lan had already vaguely discovered that something was wrong, he could clearly feel that the things frozen inside the ice sculpture were soul beasts with powerful auras.

Tang Lan had never seen any of the soul beasts inside, but without exception, all of them were terrifying soul beasts that were over a hundred thousand years old.

"Boy, where is this place?"

At this moment, the black sword behind Tang Lan suddenly spoke. It was the weapon spirit Ning Xian who had previously claimed to be the God of Death.

"Under the abyss of thousands of feet, at the bottom of the shattered Nanshan Province, is the place where the God of Death tests us."

Tang Lan did not hide anything, but answered bluntly.

Who would have thought that Ning Xian was stunned for a moment, then said in disbelief: "You, what do you mean by this!"

"The meaning is very simple. Nanshanzhou, the continent you once lived in, has now fallen into the abyss and has been completely swallowed by the sea."

"I don't know what happened exactly back then, but as far as I know, there is no information about Nanshanzhou in the records five hundred years after the Soul First Birth."

"That is to say, Nan Shanzhou should have been shattered in the same era as you."

Tang Lan stopped talking here because he was waiting for the response from the weapon spirit.

But the weapon spirit Ning Xian obviously didn't believe it. Instead, he said impatiently, "I advise you not to lie to me. Although I can't kill you for the time being, it doesn't mean I can't do anything."

This guy's words completely made Tang Lan laugh. It was the first time he was threatened by a sword.

So he smiled and said, "Do I have to lie to you?"

"This Slaughter Blade is the reward I received for passing the second level of the Death God's Test. Now it has a spiritual connection with me."

"No matter how powerful you are, I don't think you can change the will of this sword."

"I know you haven't completely become a weapon spirit yet. Before that, you must merge with another naturally generated weapon spirit."

Tang Lan seemed to see through everything and showed no sign of weakness in the face of Ning Xian.