Chapter 640 Big gift! Small pit!

Xu Liguo was stunned, his eyes rolled, and he said carefully: "That...sen, what is the ancient sword intent?"

Zhou Yi smiled slightly and said, "You will know if you feel it!" As he said that, he grabbed Xu Liguo with his right hand, and immediately he was caught by his void. A ray of light shot out Zhou Yi's eyes and instantly fell into Xu Liguo's eyes.

Xu Liguo's body trembled, and his eyes showed confusion. He clearly felt that at this moment, there were countless mixed information, pouring directly into his body from nothingness. He even felt that when he had not become a demon and was a Nascent Soul cultivator, he felt that Nascent Soul left his body.

He gradually lost in it.

Zhou Yi let go, the splendor in his eyes dissipated, his expression was a little tired. Giving his own inheritance to others so directly was a kind of spiritual harm to him, but he didn't care about these things. Wang Lin could save himself without fear of danger, so he could also do not care about the difficulties of inheritance and fulfill Wang Lin's sword spirit.

"Wang Lin, your sword spirit is born with a rebellious bone. You must be careful in the future, but you don't have to take it too seriously. When I passed it on to him, I had already left a hint of hint. If he betrays you in the future, the inheritance will be backfire!"

Wang Lin looked at Zhou Yi, and the fatigue on the other person's face made Wang Lin sigh deeply. He clasped his fists and whispered: "Senior, thank you!" Zhou Yi's way of doing things was decisive and firm. He forced Sun Tai to Wang Lin as a servant, which shows this.

Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "As long as Ting'er can wake up, this inheritance will be useless... Wang Lin, I only ask you one thing to help me find Ting'er's father!"

Wang Lin was silent for a long time, nodded.

Zhou Yi smiled on his face and grabbed it with his right hand. The fairy sword that Xu Liguo had previously lived in immediately flew into Zhou Yi's hand. He held the sword, took a deep breath, and suddenly slapped it!

After this slap, the immortal sword immediately buzzed violently, and a strange aura scattered from the sword and dissipated around... Zhou Yi's face was extremely pale, and his body gradually became illusory, and it took him a while to recover.

"Senior Zhou Yi, you..." Wang Lin said in a lost voice. He didn't expect that Zhou Yi would be like this!

"From then on, there are only three Immortal Swords of Rain! As for this sword, it belongs to you. No matter the sword spirit before or the sword spirit after me, there is no right to control this sword!"

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he threw the immortal sword at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin caught it, with gratitude in his eyes. Zhou Yi's behavior can be said to be a huge gift! There are four swords of the Rain. Even if they are snatched away, as long as Zhou Yi is present, then any person who snatches away will only temporarily control this sword. Once they meet Zhou Yi, they will immediately turn against each other!

Even if Zhou Yi is gone, then one day, the white-clothed female corpse can awaken and can create the sword spirit of the Immortal Sword of Rain again, continue to accept the so-called inheritance of the ancient sword intent, and still control the four Immortal Swords of Rain!

It can be said that these four Rain Immortal Swords, all of which belong to the sword spirit and the white-clothed female corpse!

But at this moment, everything changed. That beat Zhou Yi, as the sword spirit and the inheritor of ancient sword intent, drew the countless imprints of reincarnation on the immortal sword.

As this generation of sword spirit, he was like the emperor among the mortals, and directly divided his territory and gave it to Wang Lin forever.

From then on, even if the white-clothed female corpse awakens, even if a new Rain Sword Spirit appears, she will not be able to control the immortal sword, because this is the imperial decree of this generation of sword spirit Zhou Yi, comparable to that of the mortal emperor!

In addition, Zhou Yi took Xu Liguo to understand the inheritance of ancient sword intent, which was equivalent to opening a door for Xu Liguo, a door leading to the Supreme Sword Spirit!

With the cooperation of two great gifts, Wang Lin is equivalent to giving him a chance!

A chance to have an immortal sword that cannot be erased even if it is countless reincarnations!

From then on, this fairy sword belonged to Wang Lin alone. Even Xu Liguo was just this fairy sword, the first generation sword spirit!

This opportunity can only be possessed in the immortal world if you reach the level of the Immortal Lord!

Zhou Yi sighed lightly, his body turned into nothingness and merged into the immortal sword.

"At the bottom of this abyss, I can feel the breath of the previous generation of Rain Sword Spirit. This is the third gift I have given you. Let's go!" Zhou Yi's immortal sword merged into it flashed and headed straight to the abyss.

Wang Lin put Xu Liguo in the confusing inheritance into the immortal sword, chased Zhou Yi, and flew straight to the bottom of the abyss.

"The breath of the previous generation of Rain Sword Spirit? Could it be... Could it be that the rich man was not successful!" Wang Lin's heart moved.

Zhou Yi was ahead, with sword energy all the way, and all obstacles were retreating wherever he passed, and directly arrived at the bottom of the tide abyss. Here was a huge corridor, and in the middle was a dark pit, deep inside, and even spiritual consciousness could not penetrate the bottom.

A faint suction force came from the huge pit. Although it was very light, it existed all the time.

With both feet on the path bordering the stone wall of the deep pit, the fine grains of soil were pulled by the suction force of the deep pit and fell into the deep pit.

Wang Lin took a deep breath. He looked at the pit. With his mind, he guessed that the tides outside the East China Sea were caused by the outbreak of this seemingly boundless and huge pit.

In Wang Lin's mind, he seemed to see the scene where this deep pit exploded every 5,000 years. Every time it exploded, unimaginable suction appeared. Following a strange channel, this suction was displayed in the starry sky outside, thus sucking countless things into life.

The strangeness of creation made Wang Lin feel his own insignificance at this moment, what kind of magical powers can resist the suction once every 5,000 years... What kind of magical powers can achieve such magnificence.

"Even Tian Yunzi can't do it... I wonder if the person in Tian Yunzi's mouth who has entered the third step of cultivation can..." Wang Lin breathed a deep breath, looked at the deep pit, and remained silent.

Wang Lin didn’t know where the pit led to, nor could he guess. He only knew that if he fell in, it would be impossible to get out!

"This deep pit is very strange, don't check it for a long time!" Zhou Yi's voice came from the fairy sword in front of him.

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze, but, as soon as his gaze was withdrawn, he suddenly heard a faint voice in his ear.

"Go down..." This sound was not from the deep pit, but... Wang Lin's storage bag!
Chapter completed!