The old man's eyes narrowed, and he immediately raised his hand to make a seal. He spoke plausibly, and he didn't know what bitter incantation he was reciting, and what powerful magic circle he was casting.

Anyway, the movement caused by this seal alone is quite large, which is enough to prove that it is very powerful.

As soon as the seal came out, the water on the lake actually separated to both sides and slowly moved upwards. Then the old man shouted loudly: "The sword of the heart has no trace, gather the heart with the heart, and the sword comes..."

"Sword comes..."

As the old man's voice fell, especially when he said the last two words, his tone was particularly aggravated, and the sound of swords could be heard coming from all directions.

These sword sounds are not the sounds made by the real swords, but the obsession with the swords left behind by the monks.

It can also be said to be the sword's intention or the sword's heart.

But as the sword sounds came one after another, there was also a sword sound in the old man's body.

As the carrier of the sword cry, he seemed to be the king in the sword cry, as the sword cry sounded in his body.

Those sword sounds in other places turned into a sword energy and came towards the old gathering.

When the old man saw this, he looked at the first sword energy that flew towards him and saw him shaking his head. Then there was the second wave and he still shook his head. Then there was the third wave and he shook his head again.

"No, no, it's not..." Looking at the sword energy that kept coming, the old man was extremely depressed and shook his head repeatedly.

"It doesn't make sense. Since that kid was able to follow my voice and come here, he must have touched the threshold of the Heart Sword. It doesn't make sense. Isn't it possible that he didn't understand the sword's intention?"

Looking at the sword energy that kept coming, the old man shook his head repeatedly. In the end, he couldn't hold his breath anymore, because the last sword energy had passed and he still couldn't find Ye Lingfeng's sword intention. This made him feel...

I can't figure it out.

If I can't find Ye Lingfeng's sword intent, how should I resurrect him?

Seeing that when he first came in, there was no spiritual energy fluctuation in his body. Could it be that he is not a monk? But a mortal warrior who is obsessed with swords?

Thinking of this, a helpless look flashed in the old man's eyes.

Because no matter how obsessed the mortal warriors are with swords, the swords they use are only ordinary ones and cannot produce sword intent at all.

"What should I do? Did I miss it after all? Do I want to sit here alone and die?"

For a moment, the old man's whole body exuded a strong air of sadness.

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something. His eyes lit up and he retorted to himself: "Look at you, how could a mortal warrior come here? Let's not talk about the abyss, even if it is the voice that comes from me.

, they can’t hear it either, how could they come here?”

Thinking of this, the sadness exuding from the old man gradually faded, and he felt that he might not have noticed it.

The moment he wanted to do it was to use the Heart Sword technique again to call out the nearby sword intent. This time he almost used all his strength.

However, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Even though he used it again, he still could not find Ye Lingfeng's sword intention.

"What went wrong?" the old man murmured to himself, and immediately used his magic power to replay the scene when Ye Lingfeng entered this place.

When he saw Ye Lingfeng's appearance, he couldn't help but be surprised. How similar was it to the young man from a hundred years ago? He was simply carved from the same mold.

It's just that he doesn't have time to think about that now. Although he is shocked, he can't tolerate himself missing any part.

Ye Lingfeng's body exploded, water splashed out in all directions, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. The old man's eyes narrowed, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

When he reappeared, he was already in a dark and gloomy cave. Here, there was a sword pool with countless famous swords, whether they were famous swords in the mortal world or flying swords and magic weapons used by monks in the cultivation world, and Ye

The sword intention of Lingfeng is attached to a weapon full of demonic energy.

"Good fellow, this boy is indeed the same as the boy from a hundred years ago. He is an extraordinary person. He actually wants to use his willpower to drive the Demonic Blade, and then absorb the power from it to regain consciousness. He is really bold."

When the old man saw this, he couldn't help showing a look of disdain. However, when he thought that this young man looked the same as the young man from a hundred years ago, he swallowed what he wanted to say in an instant.

Because a hundred years ago, that young man had taught him a lesson: never look down on someone easily, because you don't deserve it.

"Yes, but this boy is obviously not the boy from a hundred years ago, but even if he is not, he must be closely related to him, otherwise he would not be so punctual. A hundred years is a hundred years."

The old man murmured to himself, he didn't dare to look down on anyone anymore, and he was the one who dared to escape from the Demonic Blade.

"It's just that he wants to regain consciousness in this way, resurrect himself and take over his body. God knows how many years it will take. Anyway, old man, I don't have much time. If you can wake up and accept my inheritance, it will not be in vain for me to help you.

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