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Chapter 6491 Evil Sword's Past (One More)
"You come with me."

Emperor Jian took Ye Chen forward and finally came to a broken altar.

This altar seems to be the place where swords are made again. There are many broken swords scattered on the ground, and there are discarded refining tools, furnace hammers and so on.

In addition to the broken sword, there were many skeletons and bones scattered on the ground, with a ghostly aura, and a little bit of will-o'-the-wisp dancing. It was very strange. The whistling of the air and the wind sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which was creepy.

"This is……"

Ye Chen looked at the bleak scenery around him, and was a little stunned.

"There were many places where we built our three swords back then, and this is the most critical one. Unfortunately, the one who built us killed many people in order to forge the sword. He sacrificed the blood of countless people to quench the sword. Forged us in the end."

Di Jian's face was silent, and he squeezed the formula with both hands, the ancient secret was touched, and pictures from time immemorial appeared in front of Ye Chen's eyes.

In the picture, there is an old swordsmith with a powerful aura, beating three swords clangingly. The three swords have already taken shape, and they are vaguely filled with sharp edges.

And beside the swordsmith, iron chains were used to tie the chains, and an unknown number of people were tied up. Everyone's eyes were full of fear and panic, and they couldn't help crying and begging for mercy.

The swordsmith turned a deaf ear and only cared about making swords.

"Aura is not enough..."

The swordsmith sighed, and grabbed a few people from the side, skinned and dismantled them, or tore them alive, and then threw them into the oven to be quenched.

It turned out to be a sword made of a living person.

Ye Chen's pupils shrank. Originally, casting swords from living people was a common method of casting swords in the evil way. Although it was harmful, it was not too surprising.

However, the swordsmith's method made Ye Chen tremble.

Before the other party took the living person to sacrifice the sword, he first used extremely cruel means to kill the person by skinning and dismantling the bone, so that the person suffered great pain and torture before dying.

In this way, the spiritual and blood thoughts of the sword sacrificer will be magnified to infinity, providing more sufficient nutrients for the sword.

What's even more frightening is that the swordsmith controls a mysterious Dao Spirit Fire. After killing a person, he uses the Dao Spirit Fire to turn it into a calamity of fire, roasting the soul of the person and squeezing out the last bit of energy. .

The people who were sacrificed, whether in body or soul, endured great torture, and finally died under the flames of purgatory.

The three swords were cast, and from the very beginning, there was original sin of blood!
The figures of Emperor Sword, Hou Sword, and General Sword silently stared at the ancient picture in front of them, all in silence.

The screen continued to flow, but the swordsmith murmured: "To set up the creation array, you need to blend yin and yang, and you have to forge another evil sword..."

After the words fell, the swordsmith used the remaining materials to continue casting swords, and wisps of evil energy came out of the sword embryo.

During the process of casting the sword, the swordsmith continued to sacrifice living people, draw blood, nourish the young sword, and grow the evil sword step by step.

I don't know how long it has passed, but all the victims used in the sacrificial sword have been killed, but the evil sword has not yet fully formed.

"It seems that it is not easy to forge this evil sword. I need more sacrifices..."

The swordsmith murmured in a low voice, with a worried expression on his face.

And at this moment, a burly man came striding from a distance.

This burly man was dressed in a battle armor, his eyes were like swords, and the pupils were blue-red, with some evil intentions.

In the arms of the man, there is also a small child.

"It's him!"

Ye Chen was shocked when he saw this burly man.

This man, when he entered the evil sword world, he had met before, and that man was indeed holding a child in his arms.

"Master, I have brought the sacrifice."

The burly man walked up to the swordsmith, holding the child in his arms.

"Ah, Tianwu Immortal respects Wujue God, does he want to sacrifice his own daughter?"

The swordsmith was very surprised when he saw the child.

The child is a girl.

The burly man said: "In order to plan for rebirth, and to ensure the future container, although this move is a bit cruel, it can only be done like this."

"Master, please rest assured, this little girl's physique has been specially tempered, and her evil aura is extremely strong, enough to forge an evil sword."

The swordsmith was silent for a while, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, since it is the intention of Tianwu Immortal, then I will do it, but I don't have the heart to do it, so you should kill this little girl yourself."

The burly man shook his body and said, "Master, how dare I, a mere courtier, commit such a heinous crime? Master, let's do it!"

The swordsmith's old body trembled uncontrollably, and said: "The daughter of Tianwu Xianzun has great luck in her body. Killing such an existence is too sinful, and I dare not do it!"

The burly man pondered for a while, and finally, with fear and struggle, said: "Then... I will kill the young lady's body, and you will temper her soul. If there is any sin, we will bear it together."

The swordsmith tremblingly said: "That's fine, that's the only way to go, you should do it first."

The burly man swallowed his saliva, looked at the little girl in his arms, but dared not make a move.

The little girl was sleeping, with a tender face and long eyelashes, she looked very cute, her facial features were exquisite and beautiful, she was a beauty embryo at first glance.

In the end, the burly man gritted his teeth and grabbed the little girl's neck with his big hands, intending to crush her to death with one hand.

The little girl was asleep, as if she had captured the murderous intent, she opened her eyes suddenly, and screamed "Wow".

However, at the same time, the burly man also pinched her throat.

Her screams only uttered half, and then she went completely dumb, mixed with the sound of broken throat, it sounded particularly miserable, it was absolutely miserable.

The little girl died just then, but she was the daughter of Tianwu Immortal Zun Wujue God, with great luck and extraordinary blood, even if her body died, she still had a spirit, but she was still young and hadn't manifested yet.

However, what happened next was even more horrible.

The burly man handed over the little girl's body to the swordsmith.

The swordsmith took it with trembling hands, and then threw the little girl's body into the furnace.

Dao Ling's fire is running, and the fire is baking, like a thousand catastrophes.

The little girl's body was burned in the fire, and her spirit finally manifested.

If her soul hadn't manifested, it would have been a relief if she died like this, but at this time, it was forced out abruptly, which was an extremely miserable situation.

The little girl's soul felt that she was in the fire, and couldn't help crying.

"Miss, I'm sorry..."

The burly man shed tears and knelt on the ground.

While the little girl was in great torment, her eyes showed a trace of unyielding, and she said: "Uncle, it was my choice, I don't blame you, but, woo woo woo, it really hurts..."

(End of this chapter)