Zhou Shu followed the track and saw the red flying sword pass by quickly and reaching the entrance of the water curtain cave.

What surprised him was that the four monks in front of the entrance of the cave did not attack the red flying sword, but watched the flying sword penetrate into the cave.

In just a few dozen breaths, the flying sword flew out of the cave and jumped into the sky.

He was dancing wildly in the air like crazy. For a moment, the sword shadows filled the sky, and the sword intent was sprinkled down, as if it was everywhere in the world.

"Hahahaha! No more, really no more!"

There were bursts of laughter and bursts of laughter kept coming, and the entire secret realm was heard everywhere.

The flying sword with soul entered the water curtain cave and clearly felt the situation. At this time, the demon monkey was no longer, and the spiritual veins were revitalized, and it was recovering from the old situation. How could it not be ecstatic when encountering such a big event?

The previous whine was for the ecstasy of many monks from Aolai Kingdom, and the current ecstasy is the same.

Zhou Shu understood in his heart and just watched quietly.

"Hahahaha...Wuwuwu...Master... Finally..."

After ecstasy, he turned to crying, and was inexplicably sad. From time to time, a few broken words popped up, but the words did not form a sentence and did not understand the meaning.

The voice gradually became silent, and Zhou Shu slowly flew up and headed towards the flying sword, wanting to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, just after flying a few steps, the flying sword suddenly shook and fell down.

The sword intent in the sky also disappeared completely, and the secret realm restored An lingering.

Seeing the sword slowly landing in front of him, Zhou Shu reached out to take it and touched it gently. A few traces of sadness flowed out of his eyes. The soul in the sword had completely disappeared and disappeared.

Dead.

It is not surprising that I have been silent for tens of thousands of years, and my life has basically reached its end. Only my own obsession is still there, and I have preserved that hint of awakening, and I have not become a remnant soul and have not died. However, under the great sorrow and joy just now, the final power was exhausted and I could not continue.

However, dying like this is a perfect ending. Tens of thousands of years of waiting was not in vain. When I saw the day when the Water Curtain Cave reappeared, there was no need to persevere.

But for Zhou Shu, I don’t know who he is yet, nor can I get other news from him, which is a bit regretful.

The world is long and the world is at odds.

He gently stroked the long sword left by his predecessor, sensed the origin of the world and the sword intent, and Zhou Shu nodded slightly without realizing it.

There is no doubt that this is a seventh-level top-quality flying sword.

The sword body is red, from the tip of the sword to the hilt, it is the same color, translucent, neither gold nor stone. I don’t know what material it is, the surface is as smooth as jade, and the runes are all inside the sword, and there is no trace of carving, as if it were natural, so it is hard to think about how it was refined.

There are two characters on the hilt of the sword, "Blood Waterfall".

As if he felt something, Zhou Shu raised his hand and waved his sword. The sword intention fell like a waterfall, blood red, tangible and unsophisticated.

The sword intent is extremely strong. Even if Zhou Shu didn't output much, he still showed it very clearly. The Blood Waterfall Sword is obviously much stronger than the Sea Sword. His own sword intent alone is enough to compare with a cultivator who has passed the Tribulation Realm. There is no sword spirit among them, which is incredible.

"Do you like it?"

"Call me Lord Palace!"

Caiying flew out of the sea-tracing sword, complained, and then excitedly entered the Blood Waterfall Sword.

But after a few breaths, she flew out, panicked like a little rabbit, and hurriedly crawled back to the sea-step sword.

Zhou Shu said suspiciously, "What's going on?"

"No, the sword cannot be occupied by me. Although it is big, strong, but too..." Caiying thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't find a word to describe it.

“Repressed?”

"Well, that's about it. When you enter, it feels like you're stuck in something. It's not like a house, but like a pipe. How can you live there? You're not free at all. In short, I feel that if you want to live in it, you will be annoyed and suffocated by it sooner or later."

Caiying hurriedly said something, looking very disgusted.

"Okay, then you don't need it."

Zhou Shu nodded gently and said slowly, "I also think he is not suitable for you, and I."

If he was not wrong, this sword was a bone sword, but it was not made of the bones of monsters, but used to cultivate the remains of swords.

This type of flying sword is extremely rare and is almost impossible to see in the current world of immortal cultivation.

Unlike flying swords made with heavenly and earth treasures, this type of sword cultivator bone sword continues too many things from his past masters, such sword intent, even obsession, etc. Such swords will be extremely powerful, but because they have the will of sword cultivator, it is difficult to control, and there is absolutely no sword spirit.

Zhou Shu, who likes to control, is not suitable for using such a sword, and Caiying is even more unsuitable.

Zhou Shu smiled and said, "Then look for something else."

"Well, but it's time to go fast. I feel that it's not far from the tribulation. If I don't have a suitable sword, it's bad." Caiying agreed, and was quite worried.

Zhou Shu nodded and put away the two swords together.

There was no disappointment. This sword was not suitable for them, but countless people wanted it, and it was a rare item.

The mound of soil washed away by the sword light showed a deep hole, and at first glance, it was a bit impossible to see.

It fell slowly, and at the end was a simple corridor, which seemed to be temporarily opened. There were several stone chambers beside the corridor. Because it was protected by the Blood Waterfall Sword, it was preserved very well and was not contaminated by the blood of the demon clan.

Walk into a stone room.

In the middle is a skeleton sitting upright, the cushion sitting down, and the jade frame on the side has long turned into nothingness, but the skeleton is as strong as before and as white jade. It seems to be a person who has survived several heavenly tribulations, but his arms were broken from his shoulders, as if they were bitten by something, and the broken mouth is quite ferocious.

Opposite the bones are seven or eight stone slabs, with cracks on the stone slabs. The handwriting on them has long been blurred, and one of them cannot be recognized in ten words.

At that time, jade slips were rare, and most immortal cultivators relied on stone slabs and magical genital art to continue their inheritance.

After glanced over, everything on the stone slab was remembered in my heart. At the same time, the sea of ​​consciousness divided a small part and began to deduce it, trying to restore their original appearance. This would be difficult, but Zhou Shu was confident to do it, but it was only a matter of time.

The other stone chambers are similar, but some of the bones have been weathered and only a pile of residue remains.

There were three skeletons in total, all of which were injured, all of which were broken by their arms. For the sword cultivators at that time, if they could not transform into the sword body, they would not be able to use the sword if their arms were damaged. However, for this reason, the remains of these sword cultivators were preserved. Otherwise, in the battle with the demons at that time, they would fight to the death and the bones would not exist.

And when they were injured, they could no longer fight, so they opened up this temporary cave to keep the inheritance.

After Zhou Shu finished his greeting, he put away all the bones.

In fact, no matter what other discoveries are found in such an ancient monk’s site, as long as there are bones, it will be a great harvest.

At the end of the corridor, a portrait hangs.

Unlike most things that have been eroded by time, this portrait is like new, without damage, smooth and dust-free.
Chapter completed!