Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

Lolodar grinned, but his eyes were extremely sincere.

"I am a barbarian, although I am warlike and brutal, but if I say something, I will not go back on my word."

"Drip, the man of destiny surrenders, congratulations to the host for obtaining 70000 luck points, and the villain's 700000 points."

"Drip, the Man of Destiny surrenders, congratulations to the host for getting an extra reward, the Barbarian God Overlord (Hundred breaths ignore any attack)."

"Drip, the Man of Destiny surrenders, congratulations to the host for getting extra rewards, the way of hegemony (momentum crushing), the way of blood, and the way of war."

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

"Still hungry for my body."

Hearing the system sound coming from his ears, Ling Xiao shook his head, raised his head and drank the wine in the pot in one gulp.

Then, he took out the Nine Tribulations Sword and the remaining One Tribulation from the Qiankun Ring, and put them on the long case.

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

In Ling Xiao's looting memory, ten thousand years ago, there appeared a master swordsmith in Qingcang, who was born in a barbarian tribe.

The three ancient swords he forged are now Qingcang famous swords, comparable to ancient holy treasures.

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, no one in Qing Cang could match his sword-making skills.

"You mean Master Gu Luo?"

Lolodar picked up the Nine Tribulations Sword on the table and looked at it carefully, but saw that there were countless fine ancient runes engraved on the blade, and his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

"The master has been retreating on the top of the holy mountain since he returned to the extreme north 5000 years ago. Even I have never seen him."

"Holy Mountain?"

"The holy city of our barbarians is Tiancheng, and the holy mountain is Tianshan. It has been ice and snow for many years. Even people in the holy realm cannot climb to the peak. It is rumored that there was once a secluded place of a fairy clan, but now it is the hermitage of the ancient master. place."

Lolodar put down the ancient sword and said seriously, "Ling Xiao, you may not know Master Gu's temper. He has always been extremely resistant to foreigners, because the three divine swords he forged back then attracted a rain of blood. It's a terrible wind, and it's because of this that he can't escape from the world."

"Isn't there you? Could it be that even you, the 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... can't. In the eyes of the master, the sword is life. I am the only one who uses a knife. He doesn't like it at all."

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

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, not annoyed.

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

The difficult thing is to reproduce the power of this sword.

Just like the six-path millstone he obtained in the Necromancer World, it was originally a magic weapon of the immortal emperor, and its rank must be the existence of a transcendent supreme weapon.

But after being shattered, even if they overlap, it will be difficult to restore the power to its peak.

Now Qingcang's supreme weapon in the world is only an ancient fairy clock.

And if Ling Xiao wants to compete against Xuexiyan, he must control a supreme weapon.

No matter how strong the Ten Thousand Soldiers Dao Zang is, it is still in the category of sacred artifacts. Even if the ten thousand sacred artifacts are superimposed, they still cannot break through the supreme realm.

"You came here just to forge swords?"

Lolodar looked at Ling Xiao with deep meaning, his brown eyes were full of picky beans.

"You are in this state, you will die."

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

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

The Titans, the legendary gods.

They appear in the mortal world, and it is impossible that they do not have a mission.

And the existence of the Land of Burying Demons may be the reason why the barbarians, or the Titans, appeared in this land.

"The place where the devil is buried?"

Lolodar's eyes trembled slightly, showing hesitation for the first time.

"Master, did you come here for the place where the devil is buried?"

"good."

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

If there is really a Nine Heavens Great Demon buried in this demon place, then to him, it would be a rarer creation than the place where immortals are buried.

"According to the ancient books of my Titan family, this place of burial of demons was originally a battlefield of gods and demons. At the beginning, a nine-day demon lord fell into it and was suppressed here."

Lolodar's expression was extremely heavy, and he was obviously very wary of this place.

"Details."

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

Lolodar sighed softly, but hesitated to speak.

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

"The Lord of Desolation?"

Ling Xiao nodded, got up and walked outside the hall, "Here are some eighth-grade pills, which can help you recover from your injuries."

"Ling Xiao! How about...you wait a few days, and I will accompany you?"

"No need."

Ling Xiao waved his hand, but didn't stop.

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

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

Hearing this, Ling Xiao's footsteps were slightly suffocated, he nodded slightly, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Humph."

Lolodar gritted his teeth tightly, "You wait for me, when I recover my strength, I will definitely put you under my body."

Tianshan, as the holy mountain of the barbarians, Ling Xiao found the location of the mountain without even asking.

I saw this mountain, which is as tall as ten thousand feet, and the whole body is snow-white, sacred and majestic.

But with Ling Xiao's spiritual perception, he couldn't check the situation on the top of the mountain at this time.

"Master Swordsmith, lived in seclusion for thousands of years just to avoid the world?"

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

Those three ancient swords indeed caused a bloodbath, but the swords were handed down by Gu Luo himself.

At that time, all the immortal forces tried to win over this master swordsmith, but he rejected them one by one.

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

The more talented and powerful the swordsmith, the whole life's wish is to forge a...peerless sword!

Could it be that Gu Luo lived in seclusion here for thousands of years to forge a divine sword?

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

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

The wind and snow drifted, and soon covered it up.

And as he climbed the mountain, Ling Xiao also felt that the surrounding temperature dropped almost at a terrifying speed.

On the top of the mountain, it is already covered with frost, and even the breath exhaled from the mouth and nose will condense into frost in an instant.

This coldness, even the ordinary holy realm would not be able to resist it 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 Lolodar, this hall is the place where 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 wave of heat blowing towards his face, burning everything.

And in that hall, an oven several feet high stood quietly, exuding extreme heat.

Chapter 1555, under control

Before the oven, a shirtless, gray-haired old man was beating a piece of red black gold desperately with a giant hammer in his hand.

His aura has obviously entered the supreme level.

However, even with his strength, he still couldn't make a trace of the black gold hammer.

"Master Gu."

It wasn't until Ling Xiao opened his mouth suddenly that the old man showed a look of surprise on his face, and turned his head to look.

For a moment, Ling Xiao saw a hint of surprise on his face.

But soon, the surprise faded again.

"Who are you?"

Immediately, he frowned, his cloudy eyes were blank and angry.

It turned out that this famous master swordsmith was actually blind.

"I'm here, I want to ask Master Gu to help me forge a sword."

Ling Xiao smiled, but saw Gu Luo snort coldly, and continued to turn around and beat the piece of black gold, "Let's go while I'm not angry."

"Master Gu doesn't want to know, what is the origin of the sword I want to forge?"

Ling Xiao wasn't annoyed, for a talented person like this has a weird temper.

This time, before Gu Luo opened his mouth, sword intent swept across Ling Xiao's body, and the entire space was shattered at this moment.

All roads were silent, and the sound of sword chant resounded through the world.

Ling Xiao stood in the palace, as if a peerless fairy sword had been unsheathed.

The combination of human and sword, the perfect way of swordsmanship.

Gu Luo's face changed, and he turned his head to "look" at Ling Xiao, "The power of the sword fairy!! Kid, who are you?"

"Primeval Ling Clan, Ling Xiao."

"People of the Ling clan!!"

Gu Luo frowned, and slowly put down the giant hammer in his hand, still hesitating.

Ling Xiao's sword power is far more terrifying than many supreme sword cultivators he has seen.

Juvenile Sword Immortal! !

This title is enough for Gu Luo to take it seriously.

As we all know, only sword cultivators regard swords as close friends.

And the stronger the sword cultivator, the deeper the understanding of the sword. Only such a person is worthy of a good sword.

"You're looking for me...why?"

"This junior got a piece of sword embryo by chance, but he doesn't know how to temper it, so I want to ask senior to have a look."

The light in Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, and he handed a piece of black black iron to Gu Luo.

Before coming, Ling Xiao had already thought about how to deal with this master swordsmith who had avoided the world for thousands of years.

Since his lifelong wish is to forge a peerless sword, Ling Xiao will give him a chance.

First use the sword posture to make him put down his guard, and let him know that Ling Xiao is a real sword fairy.

Then put the Nine Tribulations Sword in this ten thousand year black iron, pretending not to know.

So, why don't you worry about this old thing?