Chapter 1546 The Golden Abyss

Chu Yue stared at him closely, her cold eyes turning redder and red——

The cloak behind the man floated in the cage of magma, reflecting a faint red color, which turned out to be particularly beautiful.

Those pale golden eyes looked like gods overlooking the world, like Buddha pitying all living beings, but also as indifferent as the desolate snow in the dead of winter, without any warmth.

Step by step, he walked towards her who was eaten away and destroyed by the magma.

It was clear that the distance was not that far, but it seemed like she was thousands of miles away. After walking for a long time, she still never got close to her.

Chu Yue stared at those eyes, and when she looked carefully, they were like golden abyss.

In the abyss, she seemed to see an ancient scroll.

The ancient battlefield, the world at dusk.

The walls were broken and the rivers of blood flowed.

A female general, wearing golden armor and a cape, holding a mad sword in her hand, furiously slashing the heaven and earth, breaking the void!

In the end, 30,000 strangers from the void surrounded and suppressed her,

Countless weapons were slashing at her.

That solid golden armor was completely shattered.

Like cracked sunlight, shining on the desolate night.

It was also this armor that saved her life.

But in the subsequent war, she no longer had any armor on her body.

Chu Yue's eyes tightened, and the hairs all over her body stood on end.

yes......

The spirit of the weapon!

Her weapon spirit!

She once obtained an armor called the Cold Light Golden Armor, which accompanied her in battles for many years before she cultivated the weapon spirit.

Chu Yue's lips were trembling, and blood and tears gathered in her eyes. She couldn't stop them no matter how hard she tried, and finally they continued to flow down her face.

Ninety thousand years later, on a new battlefield, she once again met the cold light golden armor that had been with her for many years!

The man's expression gradually became gentle, his eyebrows were dyed golden, and they were slightly lowered.

Taking another step forward, he finally approached Chu Yue.

He looked at the blood and tears on Chu Yue's face, and his heart ached very much.

But he never raised his hand to stroke away the two lines of blood and tears. Instead, he slowly bent his legs and knelt on one knee in front of Chu Yue.

With his hands clasped in fists, his head lowered, his voice was endlessly pleasant: "Hanguang Weapon Spirit, I would like to pay my respects to my master. I would like to accompany my master again, gallop on the battlefield, traverse the world, and kill hundreds of ghosts in the world!"

As the weapon spirit spoke, all the most terrifying flames in the magma were swallowed up by his body.

Countless magma was flowing into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this point, Chu Yue was able to relax, no longer feel the strangulation in her throat, and could speak.

She looked at Qi Ling and said hoarsely: "Let me do it -"

The spirit of the weapon is like a human being, it also has feelings and knows pain.

Moreover, the pain of the weapon spirit will be a thousand times that of the warrior.

The man raised his face and smiled softly, his light golden eyes filled with smoke like fire.

"In the world, armor, swords, guns, swords and halberds all have to go through numerous fires before they can become real magical weapons."

He stared at Chu Yue, always kneeling on the ground, and whispered: "It is an honor for me to meet my master again. It is also a beautiful thing to be able to fight side by side again, and disappear between heaven and earth."

The master doesn't know how many days and months he has been waiting.

In a battle 90,000 years ago, he was crushed by the weapons of 30,000 warriors.

From then on, there was no daylight.

He tried hard to return to the light, sixty thousand years later.

Only then did he realize that in this world, there was no longer the Lord of Hundred Ghosts, no Lord of the Martial Arts Palace, and no more Sword Emperor.

nothing left.

His 60,000 years of hard work and effort seemed to be in vain.

The memory of the battles many years ago is like a mirror in the mirror.

Not only that, a weapon spirit like him is what the mainland's supreme warriors and hidden sects want.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to fight to the death and cause bloodshed again and again.

But even if he is a masterless weapon spirit, he is not willing to have a new master.

He destroyed the inner fire that he had cultivated for 60,000 years, and turned from the glorious cold light golden armor into a piece of rag, being kicked around in the world like garbage.

And he also lost a lot of memories.

Later, the old man Yashan recognized the truth and kept him by his side.

Next to the century-old fairy lake, when I saw Chu Yue for the first time, I wanted to get close to her even if I lost all my memories.

Chu Yue used his martial body as a cauldron and shed tears of blood. A combination of circumstances awakened his withered inner fire.

He looked deeply at Chu Yue, bearing the pain of molten magma indifferently, smiled lowly, and said: "Master, I want to see you wearing cold light golden armor and fight again."
Chapter completed!