If the sword cast by a blacksmith was Mingyue, then Li Fuyao would be very confused. He wanted to know whether it was Mingyue, and there were some people who didn't dare to know.

But you still have to do these things.

So Li Fuyao just used his cultivation to melt this iron weapon that looked like the bright moon in the sky, and then did nothing. He did not tell the blacksmith about the sword. He just watched the blacksmith cast the sword here in sweat.

Day by day, month after month.

For some reason, this sword was cast for a whole year before it was finally cast out on a night when the bright moon was hanging high. The blacksmith looked at the bright moon in the sky and said happily: "Okay, okay, it's true that you have a fate with the bright moon, then you will be called Mingyue from then on."

The sword was cast for Li Fuyao, but the name was still taken by him.

Li Fuyao turned his head and looked at the bright moon, looking strange.

Soon he was shocked and said, "How could this be the case?"

The blacksmith was puzzled and just laughed loudly: "Even if this sword is not as good as the magic weapon in the hands of those sword immortals, it is a good sword in the world. If you can become a sword immortal one day, this sword is infected by your sword energy, it will naturally become a real magic weapon."

He thought Li Fuyao was talking about swords, but he didn't know that Li Fuyao was talking about swords.

This sword and that sword.

He looked at the bright moon, looked down at Shili at his waist, and thought that he came to this world more than 150 years ago. At that time, he was just a baby, drifting along the river to the door of Wanjian Sect. At that time, he had no sword on his body, and was then taken back by the old head of Wanjian Sect, and then he saw Shili in the side hall.

He didn't think much about it at that time, because the sword Shili had existed for a long time, and it was normal to be seen six thousand years ago. The black hair in Bai Zhihan's hands was also a destined thing.

Li Fuyao hasn't thought about finding another sword for more than a hundred years. It was not until recently that he changed his mind. He just made a sword by himself, but this sword was not cast by him, but he made it by him.

It is called the bright moon.

It's exactly the same as the bright moon in his sword box.

What's going on?

Li Fuyao was stunned and dazed.

What's going on?

He looked at the blacksmith and suddenly asked, "Can you cast another sword for me, called Gaolou?"

The blacksmith shook his head and said seriously: "I am satisfied that I can cast this bright moon. I decided to wash my hands in the golden basin, and I will do my best to do this life..."

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The blacksmith no longer casts swords, and it is unreasonable to say anything about this.

But the blacksmith stopped making swords. Could it be that Li Fuyao wanted to take the sword and force him to continue making swords?

Such things are even more difficult to explain and cannot be explained clearly.

Li Fuyao took Mingyue away from that place and headed towards the north. Since the sword was about to come to his hands, this question could be pressed first. He wanted to go to the north to see Ye Shengge and see what he was going to do.

There is only one border between mountains and rivers and demon soil. On that border, mountains and rivers only sent a few monks to guard the tower, and were not afraid of the demon clan's invasion south.

In fact, everyone knows that once a war breaks out, as long as the cultivators of Canghai enter the war, the victory or defeat will be their victory or defeat in the world, and they are just auxiliary. Based on this, the mountains, rivers and demon lands have not been concerned about these things from ancient times to the present, but have focused on cultivating cultivators of Canghai.

This is the big deal.

So crossing this border is not a difficult task for Li Fuyao, but he also chose the most straightforward method.

He passed by the sword in the sky.

The Shili Sword drags a long white mark, like the tail of a comet.

There are many monks living on that border, including swordsmen and others, but not everyone is in the stairs.

A junior swordsman looked at the white mark and said to his companion excitedly: "Look, another senior has gone to the demon soil!"

The war is not about to break out, but there will always be those masters with great realms coming and going to both sides. In the past few years, many swordsmen have entered the demon land one after another. The highest realm is a sword immortal in the Canghai Realm. He slashed a big monster in the Demon Earth Sword and achieved very brilliant results. He was regarded as an idol by all the swordsmen on this border. In addition, many swordsmen climbing the tower enter the demon land every year, some stayed in the demon land forever, and some returned to the mountains and rivers.

This kind of thing happened more than once, but every time they saw it, they still feel very proud.

This is our swordsman!

Li Fuyao walked on the sword, too stunning, and soon provoked a great demon cultivator who climbed the tower realm. He had a magical appearance of several feet, which was not very big, but he was extremely virgin. He knew that he was not an ordinary monster when he looked at it.

Li Fuyao stepped on his feet for ten miles, and the Mingyue Sword rushed towards the great demon cultivator.

The demon cultivator climbing the tower smashed a very huge hole in the mountains and forests, and the vast demonic energy rushed towards him wildly. In just a moment, Li Fuyao was submerged in it, but soon a sword light like a bright moon cut open the demon cultivator. Li Fuyao raised his sword and slashed at the demon cultivator climbing the tower.

The demon cultivator was of unknown race, covered with scales, and it didn't look like he could deal with it very easily, but when the sword light fell on him, a bloody mouth appeared on his body.

Most of the demon cultivators in the world are extremely powerful. If the monks of the three sects fight with the demon cultivator in close combat, they will probably be smashed by a punch soon. Only the swordsman will die within one meter.

It's the other party's death.

Even a demon cultivator.

So soon, Li Fuyao's sword fell to the eyebrows of the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator roared unwillingly and finally fell down.

It aroused countless smoke and dust.

Li Fuyao didn't go and watched the scene, turned around and walked away with his sword.

The current demon land is not the demon land six thousand years later, nor is it the one who acts independently. This is the demon land where the peerless demon emperor is in charge.

Even if Li Fuyao is in the stairs, he must be careful.

Just talking about being careful, the sword-tightening was really too high-profile before.

He landed on a lakeside and washed his face.

When I looked into the distance, there was an extremely subtle demonic aura.

It was an ordinary-faced woman crying. She held a piece of clothing and looked into the distance, crying.

After seeing Li Fuyao hanging his sword around her waist, she not only refused to leave, but instead knelt down at Li Fuyao and asked Li Fuyao to kill her.

"Why?"

Everything in this world is the word "cause and effect". There may be cause but no result, but in most cases, cause and effect are present.

Li Fuyao believed that he didn't know this woman, but since the woman spoke, he still wanted to know what was going on.

"My husband suddenly disappeared for no reason a hundred years ago. I have never found him for more than a hundred years. After searching for him for so many years, I realized that my husband must have died. Since he has died, I am not willing to live alone. I asked the immortal master to give me my death and let me follow my husband's footsteps."

If a mortal has not seen him for a century, then it has reached its last time. It is not an exaggeration to think about dying at this time, but if a monk is a monk, even if he has been a century, there will be no problem.

The woman burst into tears and kept kowtowing and no longer spoke.

Li Fuyao suddenly thought of something. This century of time is not a big deal for a monk. He also has to practice seriously or live another life. If this woman has been worried about her husband, she is afraid that she will not live well every day. It is conceivable whether it will be difficult to survive this century.

Li Fuyao glanced at her and said to himself: "What's your husband's name? I'm going to walk through many places in the demon land this time. Maybe I can see your husband. If I see him, I will bring him back. Don't have the idea of ​​dying."

Hearing this, the woman raised her head and her eyes flashed with light, "My husband is named Xu Bin. If the immortal master could really bring him back, I would definitely enshrine the immortal master's tablet and pray for the immortal master for generations."

Li Fuyao nodded, without saying much, but his body dissipated.

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The demon land will be very cold in winter, and even cultivators with high realms will feel a little chilled, so after the winter begins, there are almost no small demons with low realms wandering outside.

There are white areas everywhere.

This is much different from the scenery on the other side of the mountains and rivers.

While inquiring, Li Fuyao headed towards the canyon where the Luanniao tribe lived, but before he could reach that canyon, he got lost.

Although this demon land is controlled by the demon emperor, the core territory of each race is still very secret. When Ye Shengge was able to find that position, it was actually due to the ones that Ye Sheng showed her before.

Although Li Fuyao has been to the demon land six thousand years later, he has not seen that the former place of the Luan Bird clan has disappeared, so it is normal that he is lost.

Wandering around in the snow, after about half a month, I saw a place of ethnic groups.

That should be the Snow Wolf clan.

This tribe was actually extinct six thousand years later.

It is because there is no big monster in charge that after the turmoil in the demon land, the tribes became history when all races competed for territory.

Li Fuyao originally wanted to catch a demon cultivator with a higher level to ask for directions, but when he sneaked into the stone house used by the Snow Wolf clan for sacrifice, he found something extraordinary.

It's that tall building.

This sword, I don’t know how it came to his demonic land, and I don’t know why it appeared in front of him again.

Li Fuyao looked at the tall building with a strange expression.

At this time, a man with a naked upper body and a white hair came into the stone house.

The man was tall and had a head of white hair that was particularly dazzling.

After glanced at Li Fuyao's sword around his waist, the man said indifferently: "Swordsman?"

The man's blood was as strong as abyss, and before he finished speaking, he punched him, and his whole body was like a god of killing.

There is even more bloody smell here.
Chapter completed!