Lord of the night.

Chapter 1319 The Last Chat [Second Update! ]

The Immortal Soul Bell felt as if it had revealed its true identity, and was a little embarrassed. It tried to explain, "I wasn't thrown away... This Ruyi Metal, this thing should be thrown away... It's cheap, too cheap..."

"Grass!"

Ruyi Metal spit in disgust and hit him hard with a hammer: "Bitch! Just say what you are talking about! If you make a mouth for me, I will fuck you to death!"

"Come on, come on, I'm afraid you'll be weak..."

The Immortal Soul Bell shouted arrogantly.

"!!!"

This conversation made Fang Che almost want to lose his ears.

Fang Che looked at the burning corpse of Xie Jian with melancholy, and sighed deeply with a bit of resentment.

Think about the character of Nirvana Ribbon…

Look at the character of the Ruyi Metal and the Immortal Soul Bell in front of you.

Fang Che felt that he understood, and precisely because he understood, he sighed.

"These are probably all hated by their respective masters... so they are regarded as rewards for me..."

Fang Che frowned in pain: "One nymphomaniac, two bitches... add up to three rewards from the Emperor of Eternal Night. Why is that?"

"How come I am such a righteous man who has devoted all his heart and soul to the mainland and has gone through fire and water, and I am given three of these?"

Fang Che felt a little aggrieved.

This is so disrespectful... Who do you think I am?
Who did I offend?

So Fang Che was angry. Although the Immortal Soul Bell said that the Evil Sword was no longer effective, Fang Che still let the Ruyi Metal hit the bell a hundred more times!
Boom boom boom...

The evil sword soul that was shrouded in the bell has now been basically shattered into pieces.

The Supreme True Cloud was fine, it was just a binding, but the Nirvana Ribbon was actually spitting fire from time to time while being tied!

And that fire was not just any fire. And the vibration of the Immortal Soul Bell was completely aimed at the soul!

After so many years of tempering, the soul of the evil sword has become tough enough.

But I still can’t bear it!

Wait until the Immortal Soul Bell is moved away, the Nirvana Ribbon is untied, and the Supreme True Cloud is released.

When the evil sword soul appeared again, it was already in pieces.

"Is he dead?" Fang Che looked at the fragments in front of him.

"not dead!"

The Immortal Soul Bell said affirmatively: "But even if I come again many times, this is the only way. My current rank is still low."

"waste!!"

Fang Che cursed.

"Oh yeah!"

The Immortal Soul Bell suddenly realized something and was smug: "How kind! My previous master also scolded me like this..."

"Bah! Bitch! No, bitch bell!"

Ruyi Metal cursed disgustingly: "You are such a slut..."

Fang Che looked at the soul fragments on the ground and at the golden-horned dragon in the sky. Other things might not work, but the golden-horned dragon would definitely work. However, Fang Che was still thinking, should he torture the ultimate version of the Seven Swords of Blood Spirit?
After thinking about it, he finally gave up and waved his hand: "Eat it!"

The golden-horned dragon roared down.

"slow!"

The evil sword's soul body actually recovered again, but it was 90% weaker, almost transparent, and emitted a dying soul vibration: "Don't you want to learn the Seven Swords of Blood Spirit? I can teach you."

"What about the conditions?"

Fang Che asked calmly.

"The condition is... just keep me here!"

The soul of the evil sword looked at his own body that had been burned beyond recognition, and a feeling of sorrow spread: "I can't survive. I can't get out. My body is gone, so how about I just stay where I am?"

"I really want to lie to you and tell you to wait until I get the sword skills. But I don't want to lie to you. You must die today!"

Fang Che said very bluntly: "You are also an old devil, and you are not someone who is afraid of death. So I don't believe your begging for mercy now. Only when you die and disappear completely, can I feel at ease."

The evil sword's soul suddenly revealed a joyful emotion, as if it was laughing.

"Not bad, not bad, it's really good! I didn't expect that the Seven Blood Swords would have such a successor."

As Xie Jian laughed, a stream of extremely yin energy surged out from the divine formless jade again.

His mind stabilized and he became clear again.

This wave was obviously his innate vitality, which caused his soul body to begin to transform into his original appearance when he was alive.

Fang Che clearly saw a middle-aged man with a brutal face, laughing heartily at this moment.

Fall forward and fall backward!

"Young man, I have to say, you are very cautious."

The evil sword's soul power vibrated, with reluctance, but also with a carefree attitude of seeing through life and death, and a heartfelt joy: "That's right! As long as you promise, I will come back to life sooner or later!"

"But if you don't agree, I can't do anything." Xie Jian realized his situation and became free and easy.

He tried hard to make his eyes concentrate and become normal eyes, shrinking them to one-third of their size on the Divine Formless Jade. The whole person became clearer and his eyes finally concentrated.

Looking at Fang Che, he smiled and said, "Guess what now? What am I doing?"

Fang Che also sat cross-legged opposite him and said with a smile: "The ancestor has traveled the world all his life, killing millions of people. Today is finally the time for him to leave, so he must leave in a dignified manner."

Xie Jian laughed loudly, shook his head, and sighed: "Who doesn't want to live? Even if it's just a remnant of soul, it's still living. But, that thing of yours, that snake of yours, can eat me."

“So I can’t survive.”

Xie Jian said calmly, "Since I can't survive, I should be dignified before dying. In front of a junior who keeps calling me the Grandmaster, even if he wants to kill me, I have to be dignified."

He smiled and said, "Besides, even if you promised me the ultimate version of the Blood Spirit Seven Swords just now, I won't give you the real one."

"The ancestor is frank."

Fang Che smiled and said, "The Grandmaster did not tarnish my good impression of the peak strong man. He is indeed a strong man who is indifferent to life and death!"

Xie Jian's tyrannical face showed a proud look, and he said calmly: "I have killed more than a hundred million people in my life. I don't know how many lives have perished at my hands. If I am still afraid of death, then after I die, how can I face those ants who died at my hands?"

"To be indifferent to life and death is just a compulsory course for warriors. From the moment I stepped into the martial arts world and killed the first person, I was ready to be killed at any time! That's all."

Xie Jian smiled.

Although it is only one-third of its original size, the pride and arrogance of the old demon still comes across.

"Does the master have any last words to say?"

Fang Che asked politely, "If not, then I will take action."

Xie Jian smiled faintly: "This is the last time we chat in this life. Since you are my successor, you are fine now. Now you are underground, no one can see you, so please stay with me for a while."

"I don't know how many years...you are the first living person I have seen."

Xie Jian laughed at himself and said, "I never thought that I, Xie Jian, would end up like this. My body died and I hid underground waiting to be resurrected, but someone actually came to my door and killed me... This is unprecedented."

"What does the Grandmaster want to talk about?"

Fang Che said silently: "I don't have much time, only a quarter of an hour at most."

"enough."

Xie Jian smiled, then asked solemnly: "How many years have I been dead?"

"I really don't know the exact number of years. I only know that it should be more than three thousand years."

Fang Che said softly: "The outside world is still as boring as you saw it three thousand years ago. Grandmaster!"

This sentence is quite meaningful.

Xie Jian stared at him with some surprise, then suddenly he admired him and said, "Boring! Hahaha... Not bad, not bad. Since the outside world is still as boring as it was back then, it doesn't matter whether I live or not."

"The ancestor is open-minded."

Xie Jian asked, "Whose disciple are you? Why do you call me Grandmaster?"

"My master's name is Yin Shen Gong."

Xie Jian showed a puzzled look on his face: "I've never heard of this name."

"The founder has been dead for more than three thousand years, and my master is only over a thousand years old." Fang Che explained.

"Oh, I see. But it's not bad that you still know me and remember me as your ancestor." Xie Jian smiled faintly, seeming somewhat satisfied.

But he was immediately hit hard.

"I just found out today that you are my ancestor. I didn't know it before."

Fang Che said.

Xie Jian frowned, his violent face looked even uglier: "What do you mean?"

Fang Che said politely, "As a disciple, I am a disciple of the Jingshen Palace. I am a disciple of Deputy Chief Master Bai Jing."

"Oh? Hmm??"

Xie Jian was a little surprised.

"The Seven Blood Spirit Swords have always been the inheritance of the Jingshen Palace."

Fang Che said, "But we who learn the Blood Spirit Seven Swords are always excluded in the sect, and we don't know why. Some people once spread rumors that the Blood Spirit Seven Swords were not inherited from the Jingshen Palace, but the disciples didn't believe it. There is no evidence and no channels to inquire."

"But the Blood Spirit Seven Swords...are at the bottom of the Jingshen Palace, the kind that can be bullied by anyone."

Fang Che said calmly: "Over the years... the oppression, deception, persecution, and calculations I have suffered... are countless."

Fang Che was blaming himself for what happened to the Yinshen Palace, and he even exaggerated it.

Xie Jian frowned, with anger in his eyes: "How could this be?"

Fang Che looked up: "After meeting the master today, I finally understood... the Seven Blood Spirit Swords are indeed not the inheritance of the Jingshen Palace. It turns out that they have always been dealing with us for a reason. It's a pity that we have been deceiving ourselves for thousands of years."

"I have suffered all kinds of losses, and only today do I know why I suffered."

Fang Che smiled bitterly: "Grandmaster, can you understand our resentment?"

Fang Che is making his last effort. He still wants the pinnacle version of the Seven Blood Spirit Swords. It depends on whether the Evil Sword can be moved by him.

Xie Jian was clearly angry: "How could this be?"

(End of this chapter)