Chapter 62 Temple Immortal Sword

In the cave, Jing Wuming stood in the dark, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he sighed softly and said to Jing Ge: "Look at it again, has it returned to normal?"

Jing Ge had noticed the situation inside the stone gate, so he nodded and said, "It's okay. But Master, you are younger now! It seems to be seventeen or eighteen years old..."

Jing Wuming didn't care about this, just said, "Let's go in and take a look."

The two walked into the hall for the third time. Jing Wuming's eyes first condensed on the broken balls on the platform chair.

"It's a pity..."

A feeling of worrying about gains and losses made it difficult for Jing Wuming to accept. Everything, whether it is status or strength, everything he wants, was already in front of him and was within his reach. However, after the broken sound rang, everything returned to nothingness.

Giving hope and disappointment. This feeling of failure makes people feel like they have experienced a dream.

Jing Wuming was worried that if he continued to watch, he would attract inner demons and affect his cultivation, so he turned his gaze away from above.

At this time, Jing Wuming, who had quieted down, realized that there was something different around him. He hurriedly asked Jing Ge to see if there was still a restriction around him. The feeling of oppressive spiritual sense on his body was gone, which made him feel a little disbelief.

After hearing the answer that Jing Ge said there was no, Jing Wuming tried to release a trace of spiritual consciousness outside. As expected, nothing happened. Then he extended his spiritual consciousness completely, and in just a moment, it completely enveloped the entire hall, and a happy expression suddenly appeared on his face.

He felt that there was a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy behind the hall, and knew that there must be treasures behind the screen, so he hurriedly walked around to check.

Jing Ge did not follow him. He was watching the ball that could make people younger. Seeing Jing Wuming leave, Jing Ge couldn't help but be curious and walked up the ladder of the platform.

The twenty-three steps were completed quickly. Jing Ge stood in front of the black wooden chair, his eyes fell, and he saw the two gems like eyeballs on the chair.

“It seems to be looking at me!”

Jing Ge reached out to touch it, but what was strange was that as soon as he touched it, the two beads disappeared instantly, leaving only two small holes in the chair. Jing Ge was so shocked that he took a few steps back and rubbed his eyes unbelievably.

"Why did it disappear all at once?"

Jing Ge looked at the black chair, and as he looked, he suddenly felt a strong impulse, that he wanted to sit on it. He felt that he could have everything he wanted by sitting on it. This impulse was not something he could suppress, just a child. So he moved the broken ball away, turned around, sat on it gently, and closed his eyes.

A voice came from deep inside, and it came into his ears. It seemed to be saying, "What do you want?"

"What do I want..." Jing Ge began to recall his past memories.

Not knowing the passage of time, Jing Ge sat quietly on the chair, and his body automatically emitted a faint purple light.

"Resurrect my father, let me meet my mother, and let everything go back to the past..."

Unfortunately, his wish was not realized!

Finally, Jing Ge opened his eyes and the purple light on his body disappeared.

Things in the past cannot be changed anymore. What Jing Ge wants cannot be realized.

As for the future, he didn't know what he wanted. Yes, he didn't know.

If he insists on making a choice, then he just wants to live well, which seems to be enough.

"I want to live well!" Jing Ge said to himself. It seemed that this simple sitting together changed Jing Ge again.

The broken ball was right next to Jingge. He felt its existence and turned to look at it.

This magical ball is hollow, and its crystal shell is divided into many pieces.

Jing Ge was not afraid of danger, so he reached out to touch it. He felt very fragile, but he couldn't break it. He thought to himself: "What is this done? How can a ray of light emit people to make people young all of a sudden?"

When Jing Ge was curious, he saw that Jing Wuming had gone behind and had not come back, so he quietly stuffed a small ball shell into his arms, wanting to take it back and give it to Jing Chusu.

The shell of this ball is crystal clear and beautiful, and girls must like it.

Jing Ge thought about it and took another piece, thinking to give it to his wife Lin Fuxiang.

Thinking of Lan Xueyan who was good to him, Jing Ge took another piece.

"Senior Sister Jing Chujie is very nice to me, so I'll give her one too. Well, there's Jing Chuhong who's just born... I'll keep one myself!"

After dividing the balls, Jing Ge was a little happy. He didn't want the remaining half again.

Seeing that Jing Wuming had not come back yet, Jing Ge hesitated for a moment and decided to go over and take a look.

So he went down the steps and walked around the back of the screen. While walking, he admired some exquisite patterns painted on the screen, including colorful birds, clouds, and flying fairies. Jing Ge felt that this should be the so-called place where the gods live, and it was so beautiful.

Walking behind the screen, Jing Ge looked around and found that there was actually an empty space behind, as if nothing had been moved by someone.

Jing Ge saw Jing Wuming standing there blankly, with his back facing him, holding something in his hand, so he walked forward and shouted, "Master."

Jing Wuming still didn't speak or move.

When Jing Ge walked up to him, he found several fine cracks on the transparent floor, and there were traces of swords inserted through it. Then Jing Ge saw Jing Wuming holding a sword in his hand, which was bright and very dazzling.

"Good sword!"

Jing Ge didn't understand weapons and magic weapons. He just felt this feeling in his heart when he saw this sword, so he praised it.

When Jing Wuming heard his words, he finally said: "It's indeed a good sword!"

The sword body is more than three feet long, and the whole body is white. The hilt is silver, with strange patterns engraved. Two small characters are engraved at the intersection with the sword body, which is "life and death". Jing Wuming looked at the sword again, and the two small characters "reincarnation" are engraved on it.

"I'm afraid it's an immortal weapon!" Jing Wuming was excited, and the shadow brought by the ball disappeared without a trace.

"I wonder what the Tu Shi Sword in the Zhengdao Alliance looks like. Who is stronger than this sword?" Feeling the momentum of this sword, Jing Wuming couldn't help but compare the Tu Shi Sword, which is famous for this star.

As if he saw the bright future, Jing Wuming laughed twice, stretched out his finger, and forced out a drop of essence and blood, wanting to recognize his master.

Tick!

Blood dripped on the sword and emitted a brilliant white light. When Jing Wuming looked at it with all his eyes, he found that his blood had not yet penetrated. Instead, it was evaporated by the white light!

"Is it a master?" Jing Wuming felt like he was being played with.

First, the magical ball gave him hope, and then the ball was broken, and hope was broken as well. Then, when he met this immortal sword that could be seen, he knew it was extremely powerful, hope arises again, but he cannot recognize his master! It is an immortal weapon. Even if a cultivator who has not ascended to become an immortal, he can recognize his master!

The only explanation is that it has a master.

Even if Jing Wuming's soul is strong, he can't withstand several times in a row! Unless a person with a calm mind and no greed at all, he can naturally say that it doesn't matter when facing this situation. But Jing Wuming has nothing to do with such a person.

Jing Wuming's blood seemed to have stimulated some power of the sword. The sword body suddenly vibrated, and it broke free from Jing Wuming's hand and automatically stood in the air.

Around the sword body, white waves rippled, stinging Jing Ge's eyes standing beside him.

A purple light flashed in Jing Ge's eyes, blocking the dazzling light, seeing the sword body in the air clearly, and being shocked.

After a few continuous vibrations, the sword split into two and made a crisp buzzing sound.

With a "swish" sound, two flying swords appeared in the air in the surprised eyes of Jing Wuming and Jing Ge, and turned into two white lights. After moving around quickly, one of them remained in the air, and the other suddenly penetrated into the ground in front of Jing Ge!

Jing Wuming was shocked and quickly shouted, "Don't move!" Then he stared at Jing Ge, making his scalp numb, and then said coldly, "Back back! Don't touch it!"

It seems that this sword has been spiritual, and has automatically chosen the master, and has also chosen Jing Ge! Not to mention that Jing Ge has no cultivation at all, even if he has it, Jing Wuming will not hope that this sword will fall into his hands.

In front of Jing Wuming, Jing Ge had no idea of ​​taking this sword for himself.

Hearing his order, Jing Ge took a few steps back without hesitation and opened the distance.

Jing Wuming walked over and looked at the sword in front of Jing Ge, and found that the word "reincarnation" on it had disappeared, leaving only "life and death" on it. He moved his heart and looked at the one still in the air. Sure enough, there was only the word "reincarnation" left on it.

"It turns out that 'life and death reincarnation' is divided into two, one 'life and death sword' and the other 'reincarnation sword'."

Jing Wuming reached out to raise the sword of life and death on the ground, but a white light passed by. Jing Wuming quickly shrank his hand, but was still injured, and the blood in his hand flowed down a line.

It turned out that the sword of reincarnation in the air automatically injured him.

"Is it God's will!" Jing Wuming looked at his hands in confusion, and then looked at Jing Ge with an innocent face.

"God's will cannot be violated, God's will cannot be violated... Forget it! I hurt him and retribution came to Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue died, and it may be my turn now. I can't see through life and death, and the same is true for reincarnation. Reincarnation may be the cycle of cause and effect, and retribution will be cycled!"

Jing Wuming waved his hand and said, "Jing Ge, this sword belongs to you, pull it out!"

"My?" Jing Ge opened his mouth wide, and quickly took a few steps back, and said anxiously: "No, no, Master, I don't dare, my disciples don't dare!"

"This sword is destined to be with you, it is it who finds you by itself. You don't have to refuse, I won't blame you."

Jing Ge's face flashed with joy, but he remembered something and said, "But I can't even cultivate the truth. It's useless for me to take this sword!"

"No matter how much you have, I will talk about it after you have collected it. Could it be that I will leave it here?" Jing Wuming said coldly.
Chapter completed!