Chapter 615: Return

Huh!
In the backyard of the ancient temple, a white light burst into the air.
Coming into the courtyard, like the full moon in the sky, is immaculate.
Cover Moon Bow!
Su Zimo reached out to take it, rubbing it lightly.
Above the bow body, the sixth innate spiritual pattern, which was not completely formed, is already extremely clear!
Congenital Artifact!
After burying the bottom of the dragon valley, the moon bow bowed through the fifteen years of consuming the essence of the sun and the moon, and finally became an innate spirit!
Su Zimo looked calm, and put the Moon Cover Bow into the storage bag.
"Get the knife!"
A voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.
The words didn't fall, and there was a sound of Jin Ge fighting in the backyard, trembling and screaming, rang through the world, filled with an air of killing, the temperature of the entire ancient temple suddenly dropped!
Blood Quenching Knife is born!
A ray of blood rose into the sky, suspended in midair, and the six spirit patterns flashed with dazzling brilliance.
The weirdest thing is that the sixth spirit pattern is actually blood red!
This innate spirit pattern dyed the light around the blood-quenching knife into red.
The blade exudes a strong breath, which makes people tremble!
Unsurprisingly, the blood-quenched blade was buried in the cemetery of the cemetery behind, soaked in the blood of many peerless powerhouses ten thousand years ago, and it turned out amazing!
Except for the sharp edge of the innate spirit, the blood-quenched sword is fierce!
The blood light and gas from the blade can even affect the mind of the monk!
The little fox didn't fix it enough, just glanced at it, and felt the chill in his bones. It seemed like a forest of hell, with dead bones and blood flowing in front of him!
The little fox trembled and closed his eyes quickly.
Mingzhen is also slightly discolored, gently chanting the Buddha, calming his mind.
Whoo!
The blood quenching knife suddenly rushed towards Su Zimo, murderous, extremely fast, making a breathtaking sound in the air!
Red-haired ghosts said it more than a decade ago.
Once the Blood Quench is promoted to the innate artifact, it must be a fierce thing!
The weapon is mostly the master.
The greater the power, the harder it is to surrender!
Su Zimo was motionless, standing with his hands on his back, his eyes were deep, but he was quietly looking at the blood-quenching knife that broke through, his eyes calm.
He didn't seem to have a shot.
But somehow, the closer the blood-quenching knife is to Su Zimo, the slower the speed, as if plunged into a quagmire!
Both Mingzhen and the little fox had their eyes widened.
Seeing the blade is less than an inch away from Su Zimo's brows!
Its sharp edge almost touched Su Zimo's skin.
But Su Zimo stayed still!
In the eyes, there wasn't even a wave!
Looking at these eyes like Gu Jing's waves, Mingzhen suddenly felt a hint of chill and fear!
At the bottom of the Dragon Valley, Su Zimo dormant for twenty years is like a sleeping volcano.
The news of the death of a loved one, the volcano has woke up.
Although it is now unpredictable, but whoever touches him, this volcano will surely send out magma that destroys the world, annihilates life, and burns everything!
"Ok?"
Mingzhen lightly whispered.
The blood quenching knife was shaking.
This fierce thing seems to feel something.
It's in fear!
Its nature is bloodthirsty, killing.
If you can smash the Lord and drink his blood, it will become stronger!
But now, it feels faintly that if this one stabs, the seemingly handsome man in front of him will definitely destroy it with his own hands!
It didn't dare to move.
A brief silence.
The blade of the blood-quenched knife slowly dropped, and the entire blade dangled in front of Su Zimo's eyes. The sharp edge was exposed, and the handle was facing Su Zimo, within reach.
Succumbed!
This fierce thing has just been born, it has been deterred!
From beginning to end, Su Zimo didn't move, his eyelids didn't blink!
Su Zimo took the blood quench knife and put it in the storage bag.
Counting the previous Pan Longyin, Wu Jin Arrow, plus the Moonbow Bow and Blood Quenching Knife, he already has four innate artifacts!
Seeing Su Zimo's intention, the little fox moved and wanted to follow.
"Wait here for me."
Su Zimo glanced at the little fox, and said lightly, his voice had not fallen, and he had pushed the door away.
The little fox's eyes dimmed and his expression lost.
Mingzhen whispered softly: "Little fox, rest assured, since he said so, he will definitely come back!"
The little fox nodded, but there was still deep worry in his eyes.
...
In the hall.
The old monk looked at the four lines of handwriting on the wall for a long time without saying a word.
"It's rare, it's rare."
After a long time, the old monk exhaled a long breath and said with emotion: "The woman in the red robe was looking down at the existence of the sky, leaving such a magnificent and empty two lines of words is still common sense."
"It is a rare thing that this son is based on Jin Danjing Xiu. In the following two lines, he is not weak in momentum!"
The Red Hairy Ghost also exclaimed: "As soon as the dust is gone, the mountains and rivers are shattered, and the mountains and rivers are really swallowed, and the world is destroyed! Many years later, if your broken temple is still there, these four lines of words will surely become a good story, A legend. "
The old monk nodded and sighed, "You and I are fortunate to be witnesses."
The red hair ghost suddenly gave a strange laugh and said, "This is all right, the ancient battlefield will soon open. More than ten years ago, the descendant of the mixed Yuanzong, known as the invincible kid of Jin Danjing, has an opponent!"
"It's hard to say."
The old monk shook his head and said, "Do you think that emperor will come here and leave without any gain?"
"In addition, a hundred years ago, the Emperor's Emperor was the number one in the list of visions, and now no one knows how far he has grown. The sea of ​​chaos of the emperor, how can you let Xiaoyu. This person is terrible!"
The old monk's evaluation of the emperor was extremely high!
The red hair ghost said: "Anyway, if two lives are in the same era, they will be the enemy of a lifetime! Unless one of them falls down, or they will bow their heads first."
"Those are the last words, we have to wait for the ancient battlefield to open." Said the old monk.
After a while, the red hair ghost suddenly laughed gleefully and said, "This son has been dormant for 20 years at the bottom of the funeral dragon valley. Now that I have heard the news that a loved one is critically ill and reborn, there must be a fire in my heart!"
"Which one did not open his eyes, it really annoyed him ... hehe!"
The old monk chanted the Buddha's horn and whispered softly: "I still hope everything goes well. After he cut off the dust, he will return and make less evil."
"Hum, the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop!"
The red hair ghost stood up suddenly, his chain trembled and made a loud noise.
"He won't provoke others, but twenty years is enough to dilute a lot of things. Presumably many monks in Beiyu have forgotten him!"
The red-haired ghost laughed loudly in the sky, and said loudly, "This is the best. The practitioners in the Northern Territory are trembling! That eternal evil who was besieged by you, bullied by you, and buried in the Valley of Dragons is back! Hahahaha ! "
Cavan was very tangled, and the plot was generally okay. It was stuck in the details, a little bit sharp. Either I can't write it, or I write something that I'm not satisfied with.
(End of this chapter)