Chapter 5778 Returning the Brahma Demon Sword

"Lin Chen, please."

After instructing Old Man Kuzhu to greet all the elders and disciples to disperse, the Nine-Life Sword Ancestor nodded gratefully to Lin Chen and immediately invited him into the palace.

Arriving at the main hall, which was as bright as day, the Nine-Life Sword Ancestor invited Lin Chen and others to sit down, while Old Man Kuzhu personally poured a cup of fragrant spiritual tea for everyone.

Drinking tea, chatting, and enjoying ourselves, everyone felt more comfortable than ever before.

After putting down the tea cup, Lin Chen opened the storage spirit ring, took out the Brahma Demon Sword, erased the spiritual imprint on it, and then said to the Nine Lives Sword Ancestor: "This sword should be returned to its original owner."

The Nine-Life Sword Ancestor quickly stopped him: "Lin Chen, since the Brahma Demon Sword recognizes you, you should be the one to master it."

Lin Chen smiled and said: "It was a coincidence and a last resort that I was able to gain its recognition. Now that Zhuoyou God is dead, I should return it to the Qitian Sect."

After saying that, Lin Chen forcibly placed the Brahma Demon Sword in his hand: "This is the Qitian Sect's sect-suppressing treasure. As the sect leader, you should understand its significance."

The Nine-Life Sword Ancestor shook his head and said: "I told you before that the person who is recognized by the Brahma Demon Sword can be the Lord of Qitian. This is what the sect leader said personally. If you had not left, I would..."

"Brother Nine Lives, please listen to me."

Lin Chen interrupted him and said sternly: "I can gain its recognition, and you may not be able to gain its recognition. As long as you step into the realm of the Holy God, you can do this, unless you don't have the confidence? "

"Lin Chen, you are trying to provoke the general." The Nine Ming Sword Ancestor said with a bitter smile.

"No, I am speaking from the bottom of my heart, so you and I won't say so much. You are more suitable for it than me, and you need it more than me."

Lin Chen said.

The Nine-Life Sword Ancestor looked at the Brahma Demon Sword in his hand and was silent for a while. After a while, he clasped his fists and said, "Lin Chen, I will never be able to repay your great kindness."

"We are friends." Lin Chen smiled.

"It is now and it will always be."

The Nine-Life Sword Ancestor nodded heavily. He finally stopped refusing and put away the Brahma Demon Sword.

Seeing this, Mr. Mo, Mr. Ye Ming Dao Mo and Mr. Ku Zhu were all in awe of Lin Chen's actions. They felt that they were lucky to have friends like Lin Chen in their lives.

Tianle, Ancient Demon Qi Feng and Dou Mu Tiannv knew Lin Chen's personality and knew that he was sincere towards his friends, so they were not surprised by this.

Seeing this, the old man Kuzhu on the side said to himself: "Young master is still as benevolent and righteous as before, and this new sect leader is also far better than ordinary people. This is my blessing."

Only Xiao Huo, who was eating the spiritual fruit, muttered nonchalantly: "It's just a supreme treasure. It's too boring for you to push it around."

Tianle and others twitched their mouths, feeling that the little girl said it too easily.

It was a supreme treasure, of inestimable value. Countless half-step holy gods could not get it. If it were left to the outside world, it would be enough to cause a bloody storm.

Ancient Demon Qi Feng, Mr. Mo and Dao Demon Ye Ming were also a little bit dumbfounded. They thought about how much effort they put into refining the Supreme Treasure.

Just look at how Lin Chen went to several dangerous places in order to refine the magic weapons and demons, was on the verge of despair several times, and almost lost his life.

Ancient Demon Qi Feng and others asked themselves, if Lin Chen had not obtained Mojia's treasure and given them one or two pieces of the supreme treasure, otherwise they would still only have one pitiful piece.

The Nine Ming Sword Ancestor also knew this very well, so

He was unwilling to accept the Brahma Demon Sword. Firstly, he was unwilling to disobey his master's orders. Secondly, Lin Chen was in danger in order to gain the recognition of this sword.

But Lin Chen generously gave up the sword, which could be described as unparalleled benevolence and righteousness. How could such an action not make the Nine Ming Sword Ancestor burst into tears of gratitude?

Looking at Lin Chen with a sincere expression, Nine Lives Sword Ancestor wanted to say something grateful, but he swallowed it back when he remembered Lin Chen's words, "We are friends."

Lin Chen smiled and said: "The sword of Brahma Demon returns to its original owner, and there is another thing."

The Nine Lives Sword Ancestor was slightly startled when he heard this and said hesitantly: "Lin Chen, do you still want to return the Seven Kills Star Flame to me?"

"Yes, this fire can restrain the demon clan. Now that Zhuoyou God is dead, it can be used for other purposes, such as refining divine weapons."

Lin Chen opened his palms and saw a ball of blood-red divine fire emerging from his palms. With a swish, like a firebird, it flew in front of the Nine Lives Sword Ancestor.

Lin Chen continued: "I am not an weapon refiner. I would rather leave it to you than keep it. If you want to revitalize the Qitian Sect, you must recruit many disciples. How can you get the magic weapon? With it, it won't be a problem."

Again, whether it is the Brahma Demon Sword or the Seven Killings Star Flame, the Nine Lives Sword Ancestor needs them more than Lin Chen.

"Okay, I'll accept it."

The Nine Lives Sword Ancestor knew that Lin Chen was telling the truth. He nodded gratefully, immediately put away the Seven Kills Star Flame, and then told Old Man Kuzhu: "Go and prepare your accommodation quickly."

"As commanded."

Old Man Kuzhu left and prepared a separate residence for Lin Chen and others.

"Now we can finally live a peaceful life."

Lin Chen sighed with emotion, and immediately said to Mr. Mo and others: "Old Mo, let's rest here for a while.

, and then leave again. "

Mr. Mo and the others had no objection. Xiao Huo, who was eating the spiritual fruit, nodded in agreement and vowed: "My daughter must work hard to practice."

Lin Chen rarely taught her seriously: "Your background is enough. Next, try to step into the realm of the half-step Holy God as soon as possible."

Xiaohuo raised his little head and said with an obedient expression: "Dad, don't worry, my daughter will not embarrass you."

Lin Chen nodded with a smile and chatted with Tianle and others. Not long after, old man Kuzhu walked in and arranged his accommodation.

So, Lin Chen and others went to their respective residences to practice and heal.

From the God-Eating Realm to this point, Lin Chen's external injuries have been healed and his holy power has been restored to its peak state, but his energy and blood have not yet recovered.

Because he used the Jade Huan Seal to suppress Mojia and burned his energy and blood several times, resulting in a serious loss of energy and blood that could not be recovered in a short period of time.

Fortunately, from Mojia's storage spirit ring, he obtained a lot of magical elixirs that replenished Qi and blood, so Lin Chen was not worried and recovered in an orderly manner.

After all, killing Mo Jia was equivalent to eradicating a serious problem in his heart. Lin Chen no longer had any worries, so he prepared to return to the Senluo Realm to bring his wife and children to reunite.

But Lin Chen didn't know that the crisis still existed.

To the east of the God-killing Realm, there is a rolling mountain range with thick trees and lush weeds. Ferocious beasts roam freely in the cold wind, opening their bloody mouths and roaring from time to time.

The wind in the forest was fierce, blowing up pieces of withered yellow leaves. The fallen leaves were flying, and some of them floated into an abyss and disappeared out of thin air. It was extremely strange.

What's even weirder is that in the pitch-black abyss, rhythmic thumping sounds are heard from time to time, as well as heartbeats.

The sound of movement is the same.

Looking closer, he saw gray air flowing in the abyss, and a black light group the size of a fist suspended in the center, with runes intertwined on the surface.