"How to help?" Shili Changkong also asked indifferently.
"I have a copy of the [Chanting Heavenly Sword Secret Art] of the Chanting Heavens Immortal Emperor, and the [Three Powers Sword Formation] left by the Three Powers Immortal Emperor," Xu Zimo said slowly.
Shili Changkong current state is a lack of experience and no reference to the path left by the previous people.
Don't look at Xu Zimo ability to say some cultivation technique of Immortal Emperor at will, but in fact, how valuable this cultivation technique is is inconceivable.
At least Shili Changkong had never had anything to do with Immortal Emperor cultivation techniques.
This is also true to the old saying, ten years of hard work, it is better to have a good baby.
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"What are the conditions?" Shili Changkong naturally knows that there is no free meal in this world.
"I will form a force and want you to manage it," Xu Zimo said.
"Impossible, I will not be your subordinate," Shili Changkong shook his head firmly, "My Dao of the Sword is moving forward, if you really let me be under you, my heart cannot be smooth, how can I talk about the Dao of the Sword."
"Swordsmen must have sharp edges, but they must also be restrained when they return to the scabbard," Xu Zimo said with a smile: "Just like being a man, sometimes you have to stand up and lift your head, and sometimes you have to smile."
Seeing Shili Changkong thoughts, Xu Zimo continued: "Perhaps the Martial Dao of some people really advances and never retreats."
"Just like the Three Blades Immortal Emperor in the past, he went to extremes. For him, there is no defense at all."
"Even if he is defeated by someone else sword, he will never retreat, and his sword is never afraid."
"But you are absolutely not an extreme person like the Three Blades Immortal Emperor, otherwise you would not have hidden in this small village and be willing to become a blacksmith."
"Your sword must move back and forth freely, and it will have a sky-shattering aura when it comes out of its scabbard, and it must also remain humble and bide its time when it returns to its scabbard, and returns to normal. "
Hearing Xu Zimo words, Shili Changkong heart was shaken, and he thought for a long time.
He felt as if he had caught something, but he felt even more confused.
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"Tomorrow I will go, you can seize the opportunity yourself. To me, a cultivator in the Venerable Vein Realm is not that rare. I just happened to be passing by here. Too bad." Xu Zimo stood up and slowly moved towards his residence.
"But for you, opportunities like this don't always exist."
"Even if one were to find an Immortal Emperor cultivation technique, it might not be more suitable for you than my two books. "
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Looking at Xu Zimo back, Shili Changkong brows furrowed even deeper, and he lowered his head to think for a long time.
In the middle of the night, Shili Changkong stood firmly, took the iron sword he had just made, and walked towards the village step by step.
A strong wind blew away the dust in the sky, and his silhouette gradually disappeared in the wind. Sword Venerable that was like ear-piercing thunder seemed to have returned.
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One night was silent, the morning of the second day, the sun shone quietly, Xu Zimo cultivated all night, only feeling full of energy.
"It's strange that nothing happened last night," Feng Buyu said.
"You still expect us to be in danger." Xu Zimo smiled and replied.
He stretched his waist and walked out of the house with everyone.
As soon as they left the house, everyone felt that something was wrong.
Calm, too quiet, the entire Hundred Deserted Village fell into a deathly silence.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Feng Buyu kicked the doors of the houses on both sides of the street and a very strong smell of blood came out from within.
All the villagers were killed in their deep sleep last night, including Wang Tao, the village head who received the crowd last night, also fell into a pool of blood on the bed.
"Everyone is dead," Feng Buyu said silently.
"Finally I know what's wrong," Xiao Yu shouted from the side: "Since we came here last night, we haven't seen old people, children or women. The villagers in this village are all young and strong men."
Hearing Xiao Yu words, everyone also reacted.
"These people are definitely not ordinary villagers." Feng Buyu frowned and thought. "But who killed them?"
"Shili Changkong, it seems you have made a choice," Xu Zimo was indifferent.
Even if Xu Zimo saw the entire village being massacred, he was not surprised at all.
He took care of himself by fetching a bucket of water at the well in the village, and then finished taking care of himself.
"Junior Brother Zimo, do you know something?" Feng Buyu asked suspiciously.
He felt that Xu Zimo was too innocent, even if he saw so many deaths, he did not frown.
"No problem and we don't need to take care of these things." Xu Zimo smiled and shook his head, then walked out of the village.
"Hurry up and try to get to Heavenly Sword City during the day."
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With their own thoughts, several people rode the Flying Desert Horse slowly towards the outside of the village.
As he was about to reach the village entrance, suddenly a man ran out of the house next to him.
"Please, help me," the man was seriously injured, vomited blood in his mouth, and was dying.
Xu Zimo got off his horse, slowly approached the man, looked into the man pleading eyes, and then took the sword behind him, Tyrant Shadow.
A slash separated the man body.
The man was still asking for help before he died.
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Feng Buyu on the side wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and finally fell silent.
He felt that Xu Zimo was too cold-blooded. If he saved the man this time, he might know who killed the village.
Xu Zimo killed the only survivor, and the clue was broken.
Or were these villagers killed by Xu Zimo?
But Xu Zimo was in the room last night and never came out.
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Xu Zimo looked at the Tyrant Shadow who drank the blood for the first time, and put it in the scabbard.
Then riding the Flying Desert Horse quickly ran out of the village.
This time it was not only Feng Buyu who couldn't understand it, even Xiao Yu and Tang Huaiyuan also faced doubts.
Thirteenth Black followed Xu Zimo quietly, he didn't care about these things.
His only duty was to protect Xu Zimo safety.
And Lin Ruhu always smokes lollipops, this man is also big-hearted.
He truly believed in Xu Zimo. In his opinion, whatever Xu Zimo did was natural.
Naturally, Xu Zimou would tell Lin Ruhu what he wanted to say, and Lin Ruhu wouldn't ask if Xu Zimo didn't want to say it.
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Some people had just left the Hundred Deserted Village when they saw a man waiting ahead early.
Shili Changkong was dressed in white, riding a brown horse, with a golden long sword hanging from his waist.
Black hair was slung behind him, and those eyes were like swords, and the sharpness was unstoppable, making people not dare to look directly, and it looked quite graceful from afar.
"The people in this village are all robbers," Shili Changkong explained lightly.