Chapter 1554： Sword Master

"Submit to you? Didn't I already promise to be your follower?"

Lolodal grinned, but his eyes were extremely sincere.

"I'm a barbarian, although warlike and fierce, but if you say it, you won't regret it."

"Dip, the man of destiny surrenders, congratulations to the host for obtaining 70,000 points of luck and 700,000 points of villain."

"Hey, the man of destiny surrenders, congratulations to the host for getting an extra reward, the barbarian hegemony (Hundred Breath ignores any attack)."

"Did, the man of destiny surrenders, congratulations to the host for getting extra rewards, the rule of dominance (the way of momentum), the rule of blood, and the rule of war."

"Dip, the man of destiny surrenders, congratulations to the host for getting an extra reward: 3% of the casting value of destiny (total 74%)."

"Still greedy for me."

Hearing the system sound coming from his ear, Ling Xiao shook his head, raised his head and drank all the wine in the pot.

Then, I saw that he took out the Nine Tribulations Sword and the remaining one from the Qiankun Ring and placed it on the long case.

"I heard before that the barbarians have a master swordsmith, who is first-class in Qingcang. I don't know where this master is now?"

In Ling Xiao's memory of plundering, thousands of years ago, there was a master swordsmith in Qingcang who came from a barbarian tribe.

The three ancient swords he forged are now all famous swords of Qingcang, comparable to the sacred treasures of ancient times.

It's just that for some unknown reason, when this master was at his peak, he suddenly retired to the extreme north and was never born again.

And after that, there was no one in Qing Cang who could match his sword-making skills.

"You mean Master Gu Luo?"

Luoluodar picked up the Nine Tribulations Sword on the table and scrutinized it carefully, but saw that countless fine ancient runes were engraved on the blade of the sword, and his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

"Master has been retreating on the top of the holy mountain since he returned to the extreme north five thousand years ago, and even I have never seen him."

"Holy Mountain?"

"My barbarian holy city is Tiancheng, the holy mountain is Tianshan, and even people in the holy realm cannot climb to the top of the mountain. It is rumored that there used to be a place where an immortal might live in seclusion, but now it is the seclusion of the ancient master. place."

Luoluodar put down the ancient sword and said with a serious expression, "Ling Xiao, you may not know the temper of Master Gu, he has always been extremely resistant to foreigners, because the three swords he forged in those days attracted a rain of blood. fishy wind, and it is precisely because of this that he cannot escape from the world."

"Isn't there you? Is it possible that even your barbarian king can't convince him?"

Ling Xiao smiled gently, and there seemed to be a galaxy of stars in his eyes, which were extremely bright.

"I... No, in the eyes of the master, the sword is life. I am the only one who uses a knife, and he doesn't like it at all."

"In this way, I am more interested in this ancient master."

Ling Xiao nodded lightly, but was not annoyed.

It is not difficult to completely integrate the Nine Tribulations Sword.

The difficulty is to reproduce this sword power.

Just like the six-path grinding disc he obtained in the Necronomicon before, it was originally a magic weapon of the Immortal Emperor, and its quality must be an existence that transcends the supreme weapon.

But after being shattered, even if they overlap, it will be difficult for them to regain their peak power.

Today, there is only an ancient fairy and demon clock in the world of Qingcang.

And if Ling Xiao wants to fight against Xue Xiyan, he must control a supreme weapon.

No matter how strong Wanbing Daozang is, it is still in the category of sacred artifact. Even if the ten thousand sacred artifact is superimposed, it still cannot break through the supreme realm.

"You came here to make swords?"

Luoluodar looked at Ling Xiao with special meaning, and his brown eyes were full of picking beans.

"In this state, you will die."

Ling Xiao smiled playfully and put the Nine Tribulations Sword into the ring, "Tell me about that place where the devil was buried."

From the moment Ling Xiao saw Luoluodar, he vaguely guessed something.

The Titans, the legendary gods.

They appear in the mortal world, and it is impossible for them to have no mission.

The existence of the Demon Burial Land may be the reason why the barbarians, or the Titans, appeared in this land.

"The place where the devil is buried?"

Luoluodar's eyes trembled slightly, showing a hint of hesitation for the first time.

"Young master is here for the place where the devil is buried?"

"good."

Now that Luoluodar has surrendered, Ling Xiao has nothing to hide.

If this Demon Land really buries a Nine Heavens Great Demon, then to him, it is a rarer creation than the Immortal Burial Land.

"According to the ancient records of my Titan family, this place where the devil was buried was originally a battlefield of gods and demons. At the beginning, a nine-day demon master fell into it and was suppressed here."

Luoluodar's expression was extremely heavy, and he was obviously quite wary of this place.

"Details."

"That Demon Lord is known as the Lord of Desolation. Wherever he has passed, the world is desolate, and his strength is terrifying! Even after his death, he was suppressed by the ancient gods. What it looks like, I don't know."

Lolodal sighed softly, but he stopped talking.

Although Ling Xiao is powerful, he is still too small compared to these ancient creatures.

"Desolate Demon Lord?"

Ling Xiao nodded, got up and walked towards the outside of the hall, "Here are some eighth-grade medicinal herbs that can help you recover from your injuries."

"Ling Xiao! Why don't you wait a few days and I'll accompany you?"

"No need."

Ling Xiao waved his hand and didn't stop.

"Ling Xiao, Master Gu went down the mountain a hundred years ago and accepted a disciple, but he went to the place where the devil was buried a year ago, and he never came back..."

Luoluodar walked out of the stone hall, looked at the distant figure, and suddenly opened his mouth.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao suffocated slightly, nodded lightly, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Humph."

Luoluodar clenched his teeth tightly, "You wait for me, when I regain my strength, I must press you under my body."

Tianshan, as a sacred mountain for barbarians, Ling Xiao didn't even need to inquire to find the mountain.

I can only see this mountain, which is tens of thousands of meters in size, and the whole body is white, sacred and majestic.

And with Ling Xiao's soul perception, he couldn't check the scene of the mountain at this time.

"Master swordsmith, who has lived in seclusion for thousands of years, just to escape from the world?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, not believing such a statement at all.

Those three ancient swords did cause a **** storm, but the swords were handed down by Gu Luo himself.

At that time, the major immortal forces had all attracted this master swordsman, but he was rejected one by one.

In other words, people like this don't care about financial status at all.

The more talented the swordsmith, his lifelong wish is to forge a... peerless sword!

This Gu Luo has lived in seclusion here for thousands of years, could it be to temper a divine sword?

Thinking like this, Ling Xiao's eyes became darker and darker, and he raised his feet and walked towards the top of the mountain.

On the mountain road, a row of straight footprints drifted away.

The wind and snow drifted and quickly covered it up again.

As he climbed the mountain, Ling Xiao also felt that the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly at a terrifying speed.

At the top of the mountain, it was already covered with frost, and even the breath exhaled from the mouth and nose would instantly condense into frost and sprinkle.

This chill, I am afraid that the ordinary holy realm can't resist at all, if you are not careful, your blood may be frozen.

Ling Xiao stopped and looked at an ancient hall in the distance.

According to Luoluodar, this hall is the place where the immortals live in seclusion, and it is also the place where Gu Luo hides from the world.

"boom!"

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and pushed open the stone gate of the ancient temple, but felt a heat wave blowing towards his face, burning everything.

And in the hall, an oven with a height of several meters stood quietly, exuding extreme heat.