100,000 Years of Body Refining

"It's just a poor man who is about to die."

A misty voice came, accompanied by a rickety, white-haired old man who flew from under the moon and appeared opposite Qin Feng.

There is no sound, no fluctuations, and even the vitality appears weak, as if it is scattered at any time and perishes.

But Qin Feng did not dare to underestimate it.

It's nothing more than to avoid his divine consciousness, even Nantou Tuo can't even notice it, how simple it is to hang on the surface.

"Who is Senior?" Qin Feng asked vigilantly.

If Nantou Tuo didn't leave, he would be shocked at this moment, because this old man is not someone else, but he is the ancestor of the Thunder Territory, a figure who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

It seemed that the gate of **** issued a secret order, and the whole world was surging, and even such old monsters appeared.

"Don't be so vigilant, I'm just a dying person, and I'm not malicious to you." The white-haired old man whispered, it seems that he has a limited life span, and even speaks a little effortlessly.

"What did the predecessors say before?" Qin Feng remained vigilant, but he was very curious in his heart.

What does it mean that you are you, who is qualified to stand here, does this old man know him?

"Literally." The white-haired old man said.

Qin Feng frowned, very puzzled.

Literally, what does it mean?

The white-haired old man didn't explain too much. He slowly stretched out his wrinkled hand, making Qin Feng suddenly vigilant, and the blood in his body was urged to explode, and the blood **** domain was condensed, ready to explode at any time.

The white-haired old man didn't care, but said indifferently: "I said, I have no malice against you. This trip is just a matter of being entrusted by someone."

Talk about it.

The wrinkle into the bloodless palm suddenly flashed a ball of brilliance, and gradually condensed a sword, to be precise, a broken sword.

The sword was only a foot and a half long, and it was broken in the middle. It was stained with rust on it, and there were some blood stains on it. The blood stains had dried up and turned from red to black.

At first glance, it looked like scrap iron, and it was still broken scrap iron.

Qin Feng even wondered if this old man was here to play him.

But the next moment, Qin Feng's expression changed in horror.

"This breath... is the breath of the master..." Qin Feng was shocked, he actually felt a faint breath of the master from the broken sword.

Is this sword the sword of his master?

At least, his master has used it.

Sure enough, the master descended into the wilderness and walked in this realm. The Azure Sky Sect must have been instructed by the master, but why did you watch the Azure Sky Sect collapse and the darkness descending for three days?

Could it be that Master is no match for the forces hiding behind the gates of hell?

At this moment, Qin Feng was inexplicably excited, and many thoughts flashed in his mind, as if he had grasped something, but he could not grasp anything. Instead, a lot of mist was added.

"Master, it turns out that this person is your master, so it's no wonder that I have high hopes for you." The white-haired old man's dizzy eyes flashed with faint surprise, but in a flash, he disappeared again.

"Who are you? Why do you hold this broken sword? The one who asked you asked you to send this broken sword? Where is he?" Qin Feng stared at the old man with blood red eyes, and asked countless questions in one breath.

"It doesn't matter who I am. Someone asked me to send this Broken Sword. As for whether that person is your master, I don't know, but I don't know where he is." The old man said flatly.

"When and where?" Qin Feng asked urgently, he wanted to find it.

As long as he finds the master, he can ask everything clearly.

Doubts in the heart, omnipotent to solve.

"When the Blue Sky Sect was destroyed."

The look of the white-haired old man rarely fluctuates, as if recalling the past, he murmured: "I was seriously injured back then, and the end is approaching. It is his coming that took me back from the hands of death and gave me 30,000 years of life. Yuan, let me wait for the day when the Blue Sky Sect reappears, hold this broken sword to the blue sky, and deliver it to a person named Qin Feng."

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes were obviously shocked and flickered, and there was even strong fear.

What a peerless figure is he who can predict what will happen 30,000 years from now.

Back then, he still had strong doubts and was quite unbelieving, but his life-saving grace was rewarded, so he didn't shirk it, but he never took it too seriously.

But now, thirty thousand years have passed, and the Qing Tianzong really reappeared. What shocked him the most was that a person named Qin Feng turned out to save the Qing Tianzong.

This method of forecasting and the ability of layout shocked him inexplicably.

"Thirty thousand years ago, it was thirty thousand years ago." Qin Feng was stunned. He thought he would have a chance to catch up with Master, and found him to ask everything, but didn't want to know that after thirty thousand years, there is no trace of Master.

"This sword is called Divine Sword Sword. It was once stained with the blood of God. That person said that if you hold this sword and sacrifice with blood, you will be able to bloom the power of the Divine Sword, but remember, this sword is in hand, and the crisis will come. , This sword alone cannot kill the gods, and when there is no absolute strength, you must not easily use them in front of the gods." The white-haired old man said solemnly.

Stained with the blood of God!

Qin Feng was moved, and he was even more puzzled.

Master, what on earth are you trying for?

Since you can slash the gods, why do you watch the Qingtianzong fall, and watch your disciple's whereabouts unknown, life and death unknown?

Is there anything you have to worry about?

Will the enemies of the Azure Sky Sect and their hope be delivered to me?

"There is one last word. That person once asked me to tell you. He said: Once you have come here, there must be many doubts in your heart. If you want answers, hold your sword to the God Realm, when Qing Tianzong stands on the top of the deserted ancient times. , Is the day you find the answer." The white-haired old man said solemnly.

He was also curious as to what exactly the peerless character was laying out.

It's a pity that he is just a small pawn, and he is not qualified to know, and it is impossible to know.

Guarding the sky borrowed 30,000 years of life, which has reached its limit.

His mission has been completed, and the road has come to an end.

The top of the desert!

Qin Feng looked solemn and firm like never before.

He is not afraid that there is no hope, he is afraid that there is no hope.

He wanted to see what the answer was when he stood on the top of the desert.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng calmed his mind.

Although the master gave him directions, it is not when he is peeping so far, the danger of the boundary is still there, and the key at the moment is the danger of breaking the boundary.

"Zhan Shenjian, don't ask for God Sword, just hope to cut all the realms!"

With a solemn expression, Qin Feng slowly stretched out his hand to hold the broken God Sword, and according to the white-haired old man, sacrificed with blood, and the thick blood invaded the Sword God Sword along with his palm.

"Om!"

In an instant, the Divine Slashing Sword quaked, like a sleeping wild beast awakened, eroding Qin Feng's blood crazily. At the same time, the rust on the sword began to fall off, and a bright splendor began to bloom. Incomparably, the sun shines thousands of miles away, covering up the vast and dark night, and even Yuehua loses its color.

At that moment, Divine Slashing Sword was no longer scrap iron, it was crystal clear, like a peerless divine sword, the terrifying sword might soar to the sky, and it seemed that there was a heavenly **** Ling Chen, holding the sword to the blue sky, daring to cut the heavenly god.

Qin Feng had an intuition that the sword might be so strong that he would have to lose his color when the gods descended, not to mention the forces of this realm, I'm afraid they will be as fragile as an ant under the sword's might.

Qin Feng was delighted, with this sword in his hand, how afraid of the earth.

But soon, Qin Feng's expression changed drastically, his face pale.

Just because the God Slashing Sword in his hand is like a huge dark hole with no bottom, madly swallowing his essence and blood, in this instant, nearly half of his essence and blood flowed away. Continue this way, I am afraid that blood will be lost. Died.

He hurriedly withdrew his blood, the broken sword trembling, the rays of thousands of miles receded like a tide, and disappeared in an instant, and the Sword Sword returned to its original appearance, rusty and unremarkable.

"call."

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes full of surprise and surprise.

"The Sword of God Sword is definitely a sword of the gods, it is worthy of a peerless sword that was once stained with the blood of the gods. Even if it is broken, it has the power of slashing the gods. With this sword in hand, the danger of the earth should be safe, just."

Qin Feng frowned slightly, "My blood will be limited, even if the blood sacrifice, I am afraid it can only last for a while, at most only three swords can be cut out, the blood will be exhausted, and the combat power will be completely lost."

Qin Feng's blood will be at best comparable to the second-rank pinnacle Xinghai, definitely not reaching the third-rank level, so the blood will be able to urge the sword to be slashed three times, which is already against the sky.

And he also includes his master's methods.

Otherwise, the divine weapon is so terrifying that it is difficult to control some gods, not to mention him, if it were not for his master to give the sword, I am afraid that the blood sacrifice would be a complete sacrifice.

"But three swords are enough!"

Qin Feng's eyes were shining, and he raised his head to say thank you, only to find that the white-haired old man had disappeared for some time. He couldn't help but his eyes flickered, and it took a long time to fly down.

"Qin Feng."

While he was under the command, Yaoxian, Lin Qingyu, Jian Changge and others came from Yukong, their faces were full of worry, and it was obvious that the sword power just now shocked them.

Qin Feng didn't explain too much, only said one sentence.

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