Chapter 1588

Ye Ziheng brings Zihan rain to wanjianbi, which has become a Flaming Mountain. Ye Ziheng glances at the sky and sees the old white position.

He flew to Lao Bai's side and saw Lao Bai sitting there quietly without any action for his coming.

Ye Ziheng walked slowly in the past, and when he got behind him, Lao Bai said slowly.

"Here you are."

Ye Ziheng nodded. He wanted to say something, but his mouth just opened, but he couldn't help closing it. Finally, he thought for a long time, and decided to open it.

"Seven Star swordsman......"

"Build a sword with your body."

Before ye Ziheng could finish, Lao Bai began to say, with a trace of loneliness and helplessness in his voice.

After hearing the answer, ye Ziheng's face did not show a surprised expression, it was very calm, as if he had known all this would happen.

At this time, old white once again opened his mouth.

"He said that his greatest wish in his life is to defeat the devil, but he told me that with his strength and talent, even if he has worked hard for ten thousand years, he could not defeat the devil. But he believes that someone can help. He said it was you. "

Said this, the old white turned to look at ye Ziheng, his eyes have been red, tears in the eyes of the non-stop rotation. But he wiped his tears and went on.

"He said he can't kill the devil himself, but he can participate in it. The combination of divine swords requires a strong force to suppress and integrate their strength. Obviously, he is the perfect person. "

Old white sighed, did not speak, silent for a long time, finally slowly turned to see ye Ziheng.

"You can't let him down."

Old white said, eyes tightly staring at ye Ziheng, ye Ziheng smiled and nodded.

"I won't let him down."

Say, go ahead.

In front of Ye Ziheng is a raised mouth full of boiling magma, just like an active volcano.

"Drop the blood in and recognize the Lord."

Ye Ziheng nodded, and with the fingernails of his thumb, he made a slight stroke on his index finger. Then his fingers cracked, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out of his hands.

The drop of blood slowly fell, and ye Ziheng's eyes stared at the drop of blood. He seemed to see what had happened here on the surface of that drop of blood.

It took two years to defend the sword, five years to kill it, three thousand swords to be broken together with him, and finally one year to understand Tao

"Pooh"

a drop of Ye Ziheng's blood fell into the magma and made a very subtle sound. Then, the whole earth began to shake and the magma began to rise, but ye Ziheng stood there without any intention of dodging.

After a while, the moment when the magma was about to burst out, it stopped. He stopped a few centimeters away from the hole. And then, a little bulge appeared, and then the hilt of a long sword appeared slowly. In a short time, the whole sword was sent up by magma.

Ye Ziheng looks at the long sword in front of him and ponders for a long time, but at last he reaches out to hold the handle of the sword and draws it out.

He looked at the sword in his hand, every detail, every pattern. He didn't know how to describe the sword in his hand, and there was no word to describe it.