Chapter 538
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After the Fiendgod fell, the treasures and wealth of the two Soul Formation Supremes were all inherited by Lian Zizhuo.
Only Zhan Xue chose to seal himself.
But Zhan Xue would not reject the request of the only direct disciple of his master.
Looking for a disciple of his master's teachings?
Which damned little monkey? Obtained the inheritance but hid and did not show himself? He clearly did not put his master's authority in his eyes!
When I find you, I'll cut you three times!
Before he had the time to think about who in the world could survive three slashes from him, the light wind sent over an aura that made the Battle Snow Manic Blade palpitate!
Oh!
Kid Lian's setup was not bad. The little monkey had finally appeared!
Recognizing the strong intent of the wild blade, Zhan Xue trembled in excitement. The ice and snow covering the blade was about to shatter …
In the right eye of Zhen Xiaoxiao, who was standing in the air, a figure sitting in a lotus position appeared.
"No! You are destroying Dongling! "
At this moment, Zhen Xiaoxiao had a splitting headache!
He felt the black blade in his left eye tremble violently and let out a sharp roar.
The figure sitting on the snow peak had its sleeves fly up. White bone chains crisscrossed its withered muscles. These bone chains seemed to have a sealing power. They tightened on the body of the figure, causing his expressionless face to show a trace of pain.
But no matter how powerful the sealing technique was, it could only seal the body, but not the heart.
"My blade, sleep."
The old man's will echoed in the heart of Zhan Xue's blade spirit.
Old master …
Zhan Xue was petrified!
Although he was so excited that he was about to explode, this voice that suddenly appeared in his ear was more useful than a hundred begging invitations from Lian Zizhuo!
Deeply … he memorized Zhen Xiaoxiao's appearance. Zhan Xue continued to seal himself in ice and pretended not to move.
Eh?
Zhan Xue moved!
No …
It did not move?!
His consciousness had been paying attention to the changes between Zhen Xiaoxiao and Zhan Xue. In that instant, Lian Zizhuo could almost clearly see Zhan Xue tremble. But just as he thought the blade would choose Zhen Xiaoxiao, it mysteriously fell silent.
Could it be that I was wrong?
Lian Zizhuo furrowed his brows and fell into great disappointment.
While Lian Zizhuo was doing his best to observe Zhen Xiaoxiao, Hauri Chenguang was also facing his choice of weapon.
At this moment, he was standing alone in the void, dumbfounded. The thing opposite him felt his throat tighten.
An ancient oil lamp.
This worn-out copper lamp appeared inconspicuous in the brilliant sea of stars in the Spiritual Gate Treasury.
However, the proverbs engraved on the pedestal were passed down in the memory of the direct descendants of the Hauri Clan for generations.
"What you get will eventually be lost. What is lost will eventually come back … "
No one on this star could read this language, except for the Bi Li Clan.
This was because their ancestor had once crossed the long starry road to settle down here with this lamp in hand.
Find your roots.
In the past, he did not have much understanding of these two words.
But today, in the Spiritual Gate Dao Spiritual Wood, when he saw the antique that his tribe had been searching for for many years, he felt a warm current in his eyes.
Every scratch on the copper lamp was the steps that his ancestors had taken to survive in the terrifying stardust storm.
Every speck of oil was the testimony of time.
Why?
Why did the damned Dongling people want to take it for themselves? Willfully throw it in the corner of the Hidden Treasure Tree for people to desecrate and defile?
I will … take it back!
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