Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

In the foggy forest, Lin Fan's eyes were firmly fixed on the blurry figure, and his heartbeat became extremely heavy at this moment.

This man, this beggar who had been in the ancient temple of Xueting Village, the mysterious figure who had briefly appeared in the holy ruins, was now standing in front of him.

"It's you?!" Lin Fan's voice was full of surprise and confusion.

The old man's face looked blurry in the mist, but his deep eyes revealed an indescribable power.

He nodded slowly, confirming Lin Fan's guess: "Yes, it's me!"

Lin Fan frowned. He remembered this person, the encounter at the ancient temple, and the encounter at the Holy Ruins.

Every encounter is accompanied by mystery and unknown, and every conversation makes him think deeply.

The old man's voice sounded again, breaking Lin Fan's thoughts: "Give me the three bone swords, and I can lead you out of this fog."

His voice was calm, but with undeniable firmness.

Lin Fan frowned. Each of the three bone swords in his hand was an extraordinary thing, containing powerful and mysterious power.

These swords are of great significance to him. They are not only weapons, but also partners on his journey of experience.

The old man seemed to sense Lin Fan's hesitation, and he suddenly made an incredible move - he sucked in the mist around him vigorously, as if he was enjoying something.

Lin Fan was shocked. Such ability and mystery made him even more convinced that the old man in front of him was no ordinary person.

But he still flatly refused: "No!"

His voice was firm, without any hesitation.

A strange light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he smiled, with an unfathomable meaning in his smile: "Your Chaos Tower was given to you by me, do you reciprocate as a courtesy?"

There seemed to be a deeper meaning hidden in his words.

Lin Fan's eyes showed a trace of deep thought, and his words came out slowly: "If we die, will you still be here?"

He was well aware of the unusual connection between the old man and the Chaos Tower, and understood that the old man's existence seemed to be transcending ordinary people.

The old man smiled slightly, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as the starry sky: "The Chaos Tower is here, and I am here. The Chaos Tower will not disappear, it will only change its owner."

His voice was calm, but conveyed an unchanging power.

These words shocked Lin Fan. The history of Chaos Tower, it is unknown how many years it has gone through and how many owners it has had. Each owner is a legend, and this old man seems to have witnessed everything.

The old man continued: "Give it to me. We don't owe each other anything. I will be by your side and I will give you as much help as I can."

His face was filled with a kind smile, which made it difficult for people to think of the unfathomable power contained in him.

Lin Fan was silent for a moment, and then asked the question deep in his heart: "Can you tell me your origin, and what are the benefits of these bone-vertebral swords?"

His eyes sparkled with a thirst for knowledge.

The old man glanced at Lin Fan, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to pour out the secrets of the years.

"My origin may be too far away for you. But I can tell you that I was once the guardian of the Demon Sect. The Chaos Tower was an item I got by chance, and it changed my destiny."

There was a trace of ancient vicissitudes in the old man's voice.

"As for these bone vertebra swords, they are more than just weapons. They are made from the bones of ancient great powers, and every joint contains powerful power. My remnant soul can be temporarily stored in them, which will help The restoration of my soul! And I know some use of them!”

Lin Fan's heart was filled with ups and downs as he listened to the old man's words. this

This information was like opening the door to a new world for him.

The origin of the Chaos Tower and the secret of the Bone Sword were beyond his imagination.

Lin Fan's brows furrowed, and his doubts condensed into one sentence in the air: "Don't you know the secret of the Bone Vertebral Sword, the Ghost Cultivator?"

He knew the reputation of Venerable Ghost Cultivator on this continent, a being with unfathomable power.

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth: "He, hum! If I hadn't experienced too many changes, he would be nothing more than an ant."

The old man's words revealed a sense of confidence and nostalgia for the power of the past.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, his eyes were firm, and he asked again: "I'll give you the Bone Vertebral Sword, can you beat the Ghost Cultivator?"

This issue is crucial to him because it involves the life and death of him and his companions.

The old man did not answer immediately and was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking.

After a while, he said slowly: "It's not possible yet, but there's no problem in scaring him away."

The old man's tone was calm, but full of confidence.

Lin Fan stared at the old man, and his kind face made him feel a little at ease.

The old man's eyes were pure and far-reaching, seemingly hiding infinite wisdom, making Lin Fan feel like he was lying.

However, the old man's next words made Lin Fan's heart sink to the bottom: "You can't get out of the fog of Netherworld Valley. When that person comes back, you will be dead."

There was an inescapable urgency in his voice.

Lin Fan's heart was in turmoil.

He knew that what the old man said was true.

If it hadn't been for the Chaos Tower given to him by the old man, Lin Fan would not have encountered so many opportunities on his way to immortality. The Chaos Tower had helped him a lot to reach this point.

He knew that although the old man in front of him was mysterious, he was definitely no ordinary person.

After some struggle and thinking, Lin Fan finally made a decision.

He slowly took out the three bone swords from his arms and handed them to the old man.

Each of these three swords contains powerful power, but in his opinion, if it can exchange for the safety of his companions, no matter how powerful the treasure is, it is just an external possession.

The old man took the Bone Vertebral Sword, the kindness on his face remained the same, but there was a glint in his eyes.

He whispered: "Your choice is wise. With these swords, I can ensure that you leave the Netherworld Valley safely."

"However, don't tell anyone about me. The Skeleton Sword is still your weapon, a weapon with a soul!"

The old man glanced at the Qingyun disciple next to him and said slowly.

After listening to the old man's words, Lin Fan nodded cautiously.

If the Qingyun Sect knew that there was a person from the Demon Sect around Lin Fan, it would definitely cause a big stir.

Although Lin Fan still felt a little uneasy, he knew that in this world full of unknowns and dangers, sometimes difficult choices must be made.

Looking at the Bone Sword in the old man's hand, the doubts in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a glimmer of hope for the future.

The old man gently stroked the Bone Sword, as if communicating with them.

He chanted ancient and mysterious spells in a low voice, and the sword began to emit a faint light, seeming to respond to his call.

Suddenly, a soft "click" penetrated the silence.

The three bone vertebra swords miraculously merged into one and underwent incredible changes.