Chapter 527 Top Ten Magic Weapons! The devil's sword!

Lin Bai stepped on the soft soil on the temple and walked into the temple.

Ling Tianzi said that here Lin Bai would learn about the swallowing sword soul.

The temple is a broken ancient temple, in dilapidated condition.

In the yard, there is a sycamore tree that has been dead for who knows how long.

In the corner of the yard, there is a dry well.

There was soft soil all over the ground, not even a weed.

Lin Bai looked around cautiously and walked into the temple cautiously.

When Lin Bai stepped into the temple, the poor swordsman who went into the forest to chase the Tiger King suddenly turned back to look at the temple. Under his messy hair, his dead pupils turned blood red.

"No no no! No no!"

The depressed swordsman's voice was hoarse. He looked towards the temple, gave up chasing the Tiger King, turned around and headed straight for the temple.

The Tiger King saw that the down-and-out sword cultivator was no longer chasing him.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and watched the fallen sword cultivator leave with extremely fearful eyes.

Lin Bai stepped into the temple.

There is a Buddha statue enshrined in the temple, but at this moment, the Buddha statue has been cut in half with a sword.

Looking at the sword mark, Lin Bai could initially conclude that it came from the devil's sword.

Under the Buddha statue, there is a skeleton covered in cassock.

"The dry well in the courtyard is the Yinxin Pond!"

When Lin Bai looked at the skeleton, an old voice came to Lin Bai's ears.

Lin Bai was extremely horrified, drew out the Qingge Sword, and immediately asked in a solemn voice: "Who is talking."

Lin Bai asked.

But no one answered him.

At this moment, a roar came.

"ah--"

Lin Bai looked back in surprise, and saw the down-and-out swordsman with blood-red eyes staring at Lin Bai, as if Lin Bai had robbed him of his treasure.

And he rushed over, spanning a thousand meters in three steps, raising the devil's sword high, and slashing down with a burst of scarlet sword light.

When the sword was slashed out, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sun and moon lost light, as if the world was ending.

"Damn! Why are you back so soon?"

Lin Bai cursed, and the Wind and Thunder Wings quickly dodged and moved away.

The sword slashed down and hit the temple.

Originally, Lin Bai's sword was enough to cut the temple in half, but what he didn't expect was that when the sword hit the temple, it was shattered by an invisible force.

"Kujing, come quickly!"

At this time, the old voice said urgently.

Lin Bai saw the down-and-out sword cultivator rushing over, and went straight to the dry well without saying a word.

Lin Bai came to the edge of the dry well and looked down. There was a pool of blue spring water under the dry well.

"jump down."

The old voice said.

“Ahhhhh——!”

When the fallen swordsman saw Lin Bai coming to the edge of the dry well, he roared angrily.

Immediately, his speed increased sharply again, and he stabbed Lin Bai in the chest with a sword.

Before this sword hit Lin Bai, the scarlet sword light on the devil's sword caused Lin Bai's whole body to feel severe pain, as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.

"Just die, jump!"

Lin Bai cursed and jumped down into the dry well.

Lin Bai fell into the water of the dry well and sank immediately.

The Luolu sword cultivator failed with his sword, lying on the top of the well, looking under the water, and roared: "No, no, no!"

Fall into well water.

Lin Bai opened his eyes and looked in all directions.

Under the well water, it was as if Lin Bai had entered another world.

This is a blue world.

In front of Lin Bai, there was an old monk sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The old monk watched Lin Bai fall, opened his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Donor, don't be surprised, the old monk is the body of a remnant soul and can't hurt you anymore."

Lin Bai still has lingering fears. The power of the devil's sword really frightens Lin Bai.

Seeing that the old monk looked like this, he was indeed a man with a broken heart, Lin Bai felt a little relieved.

The old monk smiled and said: "Donor, you are the only person who has walked into the temple alive in these thousands of years."

Lin Bai asked in confusion: "Isn't there a warrior who has entered the temple for thousands of years?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Maybe someone wanted to come to the temple, and maybe he has killed him."

"He? The master is talking about the sword cultivator with the black sword?" Lin Bai asked curiously.

The old monk nodded and said, "Yes, his name is Ji Xiang. He was once the number one swordsman in the Seven Hundred Kingdoms of Lingdong, but in the end his practice went so far that he became possessed, disowned all his relatives, and killed as many people as possible."

"His father found me and risked his life to force me to take action and persuaded Ji Xiang to put down the butcher knife. But after the old monk saw Ji Xiang, he realized that the sword Ji Xiang was holding was not an ordinary thing."

Lin Bai asked curiously: "That sword is indeed very powerful."

The old monk said: "That sword, called the Devil's Sword, is one of the top ten magic weapons on the ancient continent. If a warrior with a weak mind gets this sword, he will be bewitched by the evil spirit in the sword and become possessed. Murderous."

"When the old monk found Ji Xiang, it was hard for him to look back. I subdued him and brought him to Shiwanda Mountain, away from the martial arts empire and reducing the number of killings."

"I originally wanted to persuade him to put down the Demon Sword, but he loves this sword as much as his life."

After hearing this, Lin Bai laughed to himself and said: "A sword cultivator will never give up his sword."

This is the fate of sword cultivators!

A swordsman will never put down his sword.

Putting down the sword means giving up the dignity of the sword cultivator, the power of the sword cultivator, and the martial arts...

The old monk smiled and said, "Yes, later I found a general from the Holy Night Dynasty at that time and joined forces with him to seize the Demon Sword."

"But I didn't expect that during this period of time, Ji Xiang's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and I joined forces with that general and turned out to be no enemy of Ji Xiang."

"The general was beheaded by Ji Xiang on the spot; the old monk was also injured by Ji Xiang's sword energy and died soon."

"When I was dying, I set up a secret method to trap Ji Xiang here using the temple as a cage to prevent him from going out to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"But I didn't expect that Ji Xiang never thought about leaving here. He just wanted to take the devil's sword and stay here forever. He thought that in this way, no one would want to steal his sword. "

The old monk smiled bitterly.

After Lin Bai heard about it, Ji Xiang was bewitched by the devil's sword and had completely lost his heart.

Afterwards, the old monk found the generals of the Holy Night Dynasty and wanted to join forces to take away the Demon Sword, which frightened Ji Xiang.

Now Ji Xiang feels that anyone who appears here is trying to steal his demon sword.

Therefore, when he saw Lin Bai step into the temple, he was so excited and nervous. He was afraid that the old monk's residual thoughts would tell Lin Bai some secrets and take away his demon sword.

"Now that the old monk has said this, can you ask the donor to do a small favor for the old monk to remove this big scourge from the world." The old monk suddenly looked solemn and looked at Lin Bai very seriously and said.

Lin Bai said: "I wonder what small favor you are doing?"

The old monk said: "Back then, I set up a secret method to trap Ji Xiang in this temple. I originally wanted to persuade him to do good, but now it seems that the old monk can no longer do it."

"So we can only take the last step."

"At that time, the old monk was afraid that he would not be able to control Ji Xiang, so he left a back-up under this pool, which was a magic circle named. However, now the old monk has no cultivation, leaving only a trace of his soul. Unable to activate the magic circle."

"If the donor can help me activate this magic circle, Ji Xiang can be suppressed, and the old monk can also smile."

The old monk said with a smile.

"Of course, this small favor will not go to waste for the donor. The old monk will have the last bit of power to illuminate the mirror for you, so that you can see a glimmer of the illusion about the future."

"How about this exchange?"