Shengshi held a rusty sword, so I guess he called it a sword first. Because from the appearance, it looked like a sword.

In fact, it is more like a piece of scrap iron, rusted almost terrible scrap iron. Even if you wave it gently, even if you hold it in your hand, the dark brown powder will fall.

It is buried in this stone pillar, and it takes tens of thousands of years. Time is the most terrible. A little bit of erosion and hardship, no matter how heavy the spiritual energy is, it will be wiped out. The sword is more like a human being. No matter how much you repay the burden or how strong your confidence is, as long as you sink into depravity, everything will be destroyed.

The same is true for this sword, buried, forgotten, and no one cares about it.

Glory and glory belong only to the past.

The prosperous era holds it, and inexplicably sad and vicissitudes of life are invading. Whispering is a tragic song of being forgotten and unsuccessful.

It is telling, perhaps it is the tragic past, perhaps the brilliance of infinite scenery, or the magnificence of looking down on the world.

No one understands it is the greatest loneliness.

Is it the beginning of a new journey to see the light of day again, or is it closer to the grave?

It is messy in the solemn wind.

People holding the sword do not understand it, and it cannot communicate.

The star road pattern wrapped in iron embroidery has long been dim and dull. It is more like this broken ruin. It is not only desolate, but also broken and desolate.

"It's better to throw this broken sword," said Gillian, "Master, if you use it, you will lose your reputation."

Old Ling smiled awkwardly. If it really doesn't work, it's okay to give him a sword. He thought to himself, he was still an apprentice and could not shiver. At least before he entered the hut, he had to have a weapon to keep his hands on. Although the next battle was boring, at least it was really a shame to burn his reputation. This was a waste from Qincheng who was so fierce that he counterattacked and became a bloody male protagonist and splattered with light.

The prosperous times experience the sadness of the sword. It is really like the one he used to be, suppressed and endured. It is also waiting for an opportunity.

Whether a person, a demon, a demon, or a god, he will suddenly arouse infinite sense of identity or sadness because of one thing, a person, or an object. The inner demon will suddenly rush out like a ferocious beast hiding in the dark, tearing out your soul.

The mind disaster cannot be regarded as the calamity of the practitioner. What the practitioner practices is to follow the mind and nature. What the mind thinks, what the nature is, and what the Tao is there. There are countless great ways, and one can become a god.

Love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance, separation, and seeking cannot be obtained.

This is both a Buddhist, a mortal, and a Tao.

Shengshi suddenly discovered the surrounding environment changes drastically. At this moment, he was standing in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A man stood opposite him, with long black hair, handsome face, a black green robe, and a young man holding a rusty sword in his hand.

"Who are you?" Sheng Shi asked in surprise, because he is more like him.

"I am me, and you, too." said the boy, "Are you surprised?"

"You are very quiet." Sheng Shi said, "I saw you for the first time. Although you and I look like you, I am sure you are not me."

"Is it important?" the young man smiled strangely, "If you kill you, I will be you."

"If you kill me, you will still be you." Shengshi raised his sword, "Since you want to kill me and replace me, I will never be slaughtered by others. If you kill you, I will be the best choice."

"Sword of Fengyu!" Sheng Shi shouted and hit him with a sword.

The young man also raised his sword, with the same expression and the same sword technique.

"You can't even figure out whether the Fengyu Sword is the sixteenth or the Thirteenth Stage, so you'd better go." The boy said, "I'm the real you."

When he was collecting the sword in the prosperous era, he was confused and troubled. Is the Fengyu Sword a sixteenth style or the Thirteenth sword?

"No!" Elder Ling stopped Gillian's words in time.

"A broken sword, what's the matter..." Jiao Jiao suddenly stopped and she looked at the rust sword in Shengshi's hand in surprise. The brown rust turned pale, and a star path appeared faintly.

"The cycle of heaven and earth!" The boy laughed wildly and swung his strong sword.

The spiritual storm caused huge waves in the sea of ​​consciousness, which was his strongest blow.

Shengshi was shocked, and he finally confirmed that he was really him.

"Fire Fighting, Condensation!" The rust sword in Shengshi's hand turned into a huge flame sword.

"boom!"

Two swords collided, and fire collided with the ocean of spiritual power.

The mist in the sky flew away!

A trace of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of Shengshi's mouth.

"Master." Jiao exclaimed, "Old man Ling, please help the master."

"I can do nothing. This is his heart disaster." said Ling Lao, "In the lasting years, I have seen someone overcome the heart disaster for the first time. Is the heart that the Chaos Practice?"

"The master is indeed overcoming the heart robbery." Gillian said, "It may be related to that sword."

Sheng Shi said, "I will resist your strongest blow, you can stop."

The boy smiled strangely, "That's just a little interesting."

"Who are you?" Sheng Shi said, "For a moment, I was very sure you were me, but I am very sure now that you are not me."

"I am the Tao. Your Tao. It is also your calamity." The young man said, "Strength, faith, and the legendary eternal life."

"I never thought about immortality." Shengshi said.

"Haha, you can think now." said the young man, "If you don't want to live forever, what's the use of you want me? I've been trapped here for countless years and witnessed the rise and fall of the Starry Sky City. The City of Eternal Life is just the so-called God's desire to deceive others. Since you have chosen me, you will embark on the road of eternal life. I don't want to witness the second time."

"Are you a sword spirit?" Sheng Shi asked, "Then why are you exactly the same as me?"

"Decision." said the young man, "You are not a soul contract. I was just yours before. When you confirmed that I was you, I planted a sword spirit contract. It seems that I have succeeded. From then on, I will accompany you, wind, frost, rain and snow. I will accompany you. I don't want to be in the center of this dead city to become a cup of dust."

"Are you awesome?" Sheng Shi said.

"I'm not awesome. It's you who are awesome." The young man said, "I'm just the sword in your hand. From now on, if you have awesome, I'll be more awesome. If you live forever, I will be eternal. If you finish your grinding, I will be the same. If you want to use me to show off, you can't do it, and I can't do it either. I'm just sharper than other swords."

"I'll think about it again." Sheng Shi wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I really have to think about Changsheng."

"You are so awesome," said the young man, "Believe it or not, I ruined this sea of ​​consciousness."

"I believe it. And I have thought about it, I want to live forever." Shengshi said solemnly.

"Let's go." The young man smiled strangely and disappeared from his sea of ​​consciousness.

"After passing this level, I will help find a good sword." said Ling Lao, "It's all caused by the sword."

"That's true." Gillian said.

"I think it's pretty good." Sheng Shi couldn't help but swing his sword.

The rust sword hit the stone pillar, without making any sound of gold and iron clashing. The stone pillar was cut off like tofu.

"You're awake, are you okay?" said Mr. Ling.

"Leave quickly." Sheng Shi hurriedly walked out.

Stepping out of the space, Sheng Shi stood in front of the space barrier, threw the iron sword in his hand into the space barrier, and shouted, "Go to your uncle."

"Run quickly." Shengshi pulled Ah Jiao up and disappeared in a flash.
Chapter completed!