The whole sect is reborn

The armor was really heavy. When Zhu Fu carried it upstream, she could hardly swim. She just instinctively followed the main stem of the golden lotus in the Golden Lotus Pond and swam up. But soon, she still saw the water above her head.

The water surface was glowing, and Zhu Fu could still see a few figures shaking on the shore. Without asking, Zhu Fu knew that this was his master and his brothers and sisters waiting for him. They must have felt very worried in their hearts.

Well, after all, she has been down for such a long time and has not surfaced.

Come to think of it, everyone must be worried and nervous at this time. They want to come down and have a look, but they are worried about whether it will affect their experience.

As soon as he thought of them, Zhu Fu could not control the surge of strength again, and with a "crash", he stuck his head out of the water!

"Xiaoqi!"

Thousands of people from Ling Jun suddenly rushed over with surprise on their faces, and several hands appeared at the same time to grab Zhu Fu.

Everyone was at a loss and quickly dragged Zhu Fulian up with the Xuanjia she was holding on to. Pei Mingzhi was about to turn around, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a cold light in the Golden Lotus Pond.

, she waved her hand subconsciously, and then grabbed a strange long knife that exuded a strong and dull evil aura.

After Pei Mingzhi subconsciously grabbed the long knife, she still resisted and hit her hard. The fierce demonic energy almost pierced Pei Mingzhi's hand.

This is really a powerful magic knife!

Pei Mingzhi sighed, then inserted the long knife into the ground and went to see his junior sister.

I think this long sword is the magic sword that Master Luosheng said. I didn't expect that after so many years, there is still a trace of spirituality left, which shows that the character is tenacious and admirable. However, it is still not as cute as my little junior sister.

Zhu Fu is actually nothing serious. He gave them the spiritual weapon when he was born, and he didn't make them feel resentful. Naturally, he would not recommend places that are too dangerous. The obsession with this magic knife is too deep, and he wants it too much.

It resurrected its master, so it has been consuming its demonic energy for thousands of years, so that it is now very weak. Its little resistance to Zhu Fu was not enough to hurt Zhu Fu.

The reason why Zhu Fu feels sleepy is just because the too viscous golden lotus pond water hinders her movements. The pond water seems to absorb her strength and spiritual power. If it is true, no wonder someone as arrogant as the Demon Sword would be here.

Over the course of thousands of years, the dull knife has gradually worn away its demonic energy.

However, Demon Sword's temper is as fierce as ever and has not changed at all.

"Xiao Qi, are you okay?"

"It's okay. But I just saw a deplorable life underwater..."

After telling everything he had just seen, Zhu Fu sighed slightly.

Such a life, such an upright young man, turned out to be like this. What is rare is that the young man did not change his original intention in the end. Even though he encountered many misfortunes, he still did not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

I didn't let others experience my own suffering like some demonic cultivators.

So when Zhu Fu looked at the life of such a young man, he always felt a sense of immediacy. It seemed that he had seen such a person in many places. Who was he?

Zhu Fu looked at his master, the second senior sister, the third senior brother and the sixth senior sister who were all around him. He thought about the senior senior brother, the fourth senior brother and the fifth senior brother who were not here, and finally understood where he had seen such similar people.

My own teachers and commanders, they may have suffered a lot of malice, they may have fallen from the clouds, they may have been betrayed and suppressed by their relatives...

They are not the most lucky people, but they are without exception tough people. They can enjoy the respect of everyone on the top of mountains, and they can also walk freely in deep ravines.

When Zhu Fu went to the Demon Abyss, he saw such a person as Hong, but the others are hard to describe. This led to Zhu Fu's bad character when he was young, because he was in darkness all year round and it was difficult to see the light. But later

, she was picked up by the master, and then surrounded by so many great and tenacious people. Gradually, Zhu Fu also had the illusion that maybe I can be like them. If she can become the master like her brothers and sisters.

Just be a monk.

The other members of the Wuji Sect who heard what happened to the owner of the Black Armor Demon Sword were silent for a moment, and then looked at the motionless skeleton solemnly, feeling a little regretful at the end.

Such powerful people, but they were not born in the same era. It would be great if we could have a glimpse of the grace of this senior.

The Demon Sword was struggling at first, but after seeing the actions of the Wuji Sect members, he suddenly felt relieved.

If it could cry, it would have burst into tears by now. However, it couldn't cry, so the entire blade was trembling.

Enough, it thought.

This is enough.

It has worked hard for so many years, but it is actually just for such a small wish. It hopes that someone can remember its master. The master's glorious life should be known to others. Don't say that you need to take care of your own cultivation.

That’s it, don’t worry about the details. It’s just a knife. What’s wrong with wanting its master to be remembered?

Seeing the actions of the Wuji Sect members at this time, Mo Dao felt that he had traced back to his origins in this life. Losing the desire to work hard for it, Mo Dao felt that all the strength around him was quickly dissipating.

What followed was an unprecedented sense of relief. Master, I'm here to accompany you...

"Eh? What's going on with this knife?"

At this time, Demon Sword suddenly heard a suspicious voice, and then he was lifted up by a hand, and then his whole body was beaten all over.

When Demon Sword regained consciousness, all he saw was an enlarged pretty face, and the muscles on the arms of the owner of this face bulging with meridians.

Is this a nun?

For the first time in his life, the Demon Sword doubted the look in his eyes. It was not an ignorant sword, but it was really rare to see a female cultivator with a body that favored physical training.

Pei Mingzhi carefully inspected the magic knife that had become brand new in his hand. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he could no longer find any scars.

This is a magic knife that is meant to be given to the junior sister. There must be no irreparable damage. Of course, in Pei Mingzhi's eyes, irreparable damage refers to those little scars.

When the magic sword lost consciousness, Pei Mingzhi quickly took it away and repaired it. Zhu Fu, on the other hand, followed the master and others to look at the pair of black armor.

If the weapon spirit of the magic sword is so active, there is no reason why this pair of mysterious armors should be so silent. But from the moment it was picked up until now, there has been no movement in the mysterious armor.

This is not consistent with the behavior of a weapon spirit who loyally protects his master.