"Haha, how can I remember the years and months of a lonely ghost like me?"

“…”

"It should be thousands of years ago..." The old man recalled for a while and said with some uncertainty: "Because I remember that the thousand-year-old flower in the tomb bloomed three times and faded three times..."

"That should be seven thousand two hundred years ago." Lin Fei knew that the thousand-year-old flowers bloomed once in a thousand two hundred years, withered once in a thousand two hundred years, and bloomed once in a thousand two hundred years, and it was two thousand four hundred years.

etc……

Thinking of this, Lin Fei's heart suddenly moved.

Seven thousand two hundred years ago.

Isn’t it just the time when the three major sects stepped into the Wuhai?

The young monk that the old man mentioned...

Could it be a certain ancestor of the three major sects?

When Lin Fei thought about this, the old man had already said slowly: "At that time, when the young monk walked into the tomb, when he saw that he was talented, he became a little bit loving for talent. He talked for a long time for a day and a night, and felt that he had met too late. When the young monk was about to leave, he gave him a cold dragon sword, but unexpectedly, after the young monk got the cold dragon sword, he cut the green lamp and the stone coffin with one sword..."

"Wait..." Lin Fei was stunned when he heard this: "You said, Han Chi Sword?"

"That's right, when I was not yet enlightened in the past, I once crossed the sea of ​​ice and got a piece of Nine Yin Cold Iron in the depths of the ocean. I found a world-famous master and cast it into a cold dragon sword..."

"No..." Lin Fei couldn't help but frowned: "Isn't this Han Chi Sword a treasure of the Lishan Sword Sect passed down from generation to generation and can only be used by the head sect..."

"Lishan Sword Sect, Lishan Sword Sect..." When the old man heard this, he suddenly smiled bitterly: "It turns out that this young monk comes from Lishan Sword Sect..."

"By the way, do the young monk you mentioned have any characteristics?"

"Yes!" The old man did not think: "The young man's gray hair!"

"..." Lin Fei was stunned. Damn, Yin Feng Zhenren?

It is said that among the ancestors of Lishan Sword Sect, the most wonderful and brilliant person, Yin Feng, is the reincarnation of the real sword immortal. He is a young man with white hair and talent. He has achieved Dharma appearance in his twenties. At the age of thirty-five, he became the head of the Lishan Sword Sect. Later, he opposed the opposition and led the Lishan Sword Sect into the witch sea, overcome all obstacles, and forge ahead. This is why the Lishan Sword Sect has been glorious for nearly ten thousand years...

That's right...

The one who led the Lishan Sword Sect into the Wu Hai was the young man with white hair, Yin Feng...

Moreover, the entire northern border knew that when the real person Yin Feng fought against Wu Hai, he got a cold dragon sword...

Could it be...

Could this cold dragon sword be really given to Yin Feng Zhenren by the old man?

What is the purpose of the Yin Feng Zhenren who got the Han Chi Sword and cut the stone coffin and the green lamp with one sword?

"Haha..." The old man looked at Lin Fei, who was shocked, and did not entangle the cold dragon sword anymore. Instead, he continued to say: "That sword cut open the sarcophagus and the green lamp, which was equivalent to hurting the true spirits of the three real dragons. From then on, the evil thing could no longer be suppressed. Overnight, the creatures of Wu Hai were devastated, the monsters and ghosts all fell into madness..."

"Then later..."

"Later, I couldn't bear to see the creatures being miserable, so I used a wisp of residual soul to hook the true spirits of three real dragons, activate the green lamp, and suppress the evil thing back into the sarcophagus. I was afraid that there would be such a young monk who didn't know the depth and released the evil thing, so he used the last little power to sank the sarcophagus into the depths of the witch sea. However, I didn't expect that millions of years have passed, and everything that happened back then... "

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly sighed: "But this time, I can no longer suppress the evil thing. I am afraid that it will rush out of the sarcophagus in no time, making Wu Hai suffer again..."

"Indeed..." Lin Fei nodded when he heard this. The true dragon and the true spirit of Taiyi are like the most gods and saints in this world, and they are dedicated to destroying all evil spirits. The old man is just a wisp of residual soul. He forced the true dragon and true spirit to be moved. It is a lucky thing to not be able to escape from the soul. How can he have the power to do it again?

Just as Lin Fei was disappointed, the old man suddenly said: "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless a top sword-casting master casts a sword of the Supreme Yin for me and cuts the bond between me and the evil thing, from then on, evil thoughts will return to evil thoughts, the residual soul will return to the residual soul, and the past will be completely destroyed, and the evil thing will naturally become a sourceless water without roots, and there will be no such powerful force as now..."

"oh?"

When Lin Fei heard this, he didn't understand anything. No wonder the old man said that he could use his own skills as soon as he spoke. It turned out that he was interested in his own sword-making skills...

As for why the old man knew that he was proficient in sword making...

This is not difficult to guess...

After all, the old man was transformed by a wisp of residual soul of the leader of the Dongji God Sect. Although he was trapped in this tomb for tens of millions of years, if he really had the powers of great power, he was probably not inferior to the evil things outside, and even if he had it before...

And this world was originally the burial place of the leader of the Eastern God Sect. When the old man was in this world, anything that happened outside was probably hidden from the old man...

But, should you cast this sword of the most yin by yourself or not?

Lin Fei sat there without saying a word for a long time, not saying agreeing, nor saying he would not agree. He just stared at the old man with his eyes, as if he was judging whether what the old man said was true or false...

The old man didn't urge him, but just smiled and looked at Lin Fei...

In this way, after almost a stick of incense, Lin Fei sighed softly: "Since it is a sword casting, bring the materials..."

"Haha..." It seemed that I knew Lin Fei would agree. After hearing this, the old man looked at the time without any fluctuation. He just pointed to the lake water in the distance: "This thousand-foot lake water is all transformed by yin energy, and has been settled for tens of millions of years, and has already reached the innate level. There are also hundreds of spiritual objects in the tombs, which one do you want to use..."

After saying that, the old man shouted softly.

Suddenly, the water of Wanzhang Lake suddenly surged, like a storm rolling up, turning into a tornado soaring into the sky. It was only a few feet thick at the beginning, but as the old man stretched out his hand, the tornado became bigger and bigger. Finally, the water of Wanzhang Lake gathered into a place and turned into a black dragon of thousands of feet...
Chapter completed!