The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

Shen Meng only felt the Nuwa Stone in the storage bag was burning hot.

"Could there be any Five Elements Beads here?"

Before she had time to think about it, the black soil under her feet began to loosen and sink, and she and Li Chengze were swallowed up in an instant.

After a few breaths, Shen Meng slowly opened his eyes and saw a black iron coffin in front of him.

Li Chengze fell asleep on the coffin.

Shen Meng wanted to pull Li Chengze down, but she couldn't do it no matter how hard she tried.

Shen Meng tried to use his soul to look into the coffin, but the coffin seemed to be locked, and Shen Meng's soul could not get in.

"My friend, are you interested in my coffin?"

"Who, who is talking?" Shen Meng looked around but saw no one.

"My dear friend, I am on top of you."

When Shen Meng looked up, she saw a white shadow.

The white figure was tall and muscular, like a statue of a god, but... he was naked.

"Ah, you, you, put on your clothes!" Shen Meng exclaimed.

Bai Ying laughed loudly: "My friend, please don't blame me. I am the Sword Master and have been fighting with swords all my life.

It's a rare opportunity to show it to people, oh no, to ghosts."

"Ha... What kind of fetish is this? An exhibitionist..."

Shen Meng turned her face away and didn't look at the white patch.

"Tell me, who are you? Sword Master?"

Shen Meng didn't care about anything else, and looked up and down at the white shadow in front of him.

Could this Sword Master be a fake? Why is he different from the one in the legend?

"It's the old man."

The Sword Master's voice was so loud that it made Shen Meng's ears buzz.

"Haven't you ascended yet?"

Shen Meng was very surprised, because the Sword Master's ascension was known to everyone in the world of cultivation.

"I am a trace of Sword Master's divine consciousness, waiting for the right person to inherit it."

"What about this coffin..." Shen Meng pointed at the pitch-black iron coffin and asked curiously.

"Are you talking about this piece of iron?" Jian Zun looked down at the coffin and said casually,

"At first, I thought I would fail in my tribulation, so I beat myself up."

"Are you hitting yourself?" Shen Meng widened his eyes. This Sword Master was quite prepared for the worst.

"Don't underestimate this coffin. Staying inside for a year is equivalent to practicing for a hundred years outside.

It can also block any outside forces from prying eyes." Sword Master proudly introduced his masterpiece.

"So powerful?" Shen Meng was skeptical about this.

The main thing is that this meticulous sword master is a bit eye-catching.

"Of course that's powerful, otherwise how could I ascend to heaven." The Sword Master looked so proud that he was about to ascend to heaven. No, he had already ascended to heaven.

Shen Meng walked around the coffin but didn't see anything special.

"Then can you put him down?" Shen Meng pointed at Li Chengze on the coffin. This posture looked too uncomfortable.

Seeing Li Chengze with his big face pressed against the coffin, Jian Zun's eyes lit up.

He looked it up and down, marveling at it.

"Not bad, not bad, excellent bones, heavenly water spirit roots,

Although he doesn't have a fire spirit root, it is a blessing for him to be able to practice my swordsmanship."

Shen Meng complained in his heart that the Sword Master was chosen. It was good enough that someone came here.

"Huh~ Why is there a piece of spiritual bone missing? Could it be..." Sword Master was very confused.

"Spiritual bones? What are those?" Shen Meng was curious. She had never heard of such a thing as spiritual bones.

Seeing Shen Meng's confused face, Jian Zun explained as a teacher:

"Spiritual bone is a piece of bone that a cultivator is born with. Cultivators usually use it to refine their own life-defining magic weapon.

Feed it with your own spirit, multiplying its power."

"Feeding with spirit?"

Shen Meng widened her eyes. This was too scary.

Using one's own spirit to feed a magic weapon, wouldn't that be life-threatening?

Seeing Shen Meng's horrified expression, Jian Zun explained with a smile:

"Yes, every time you use it, it will consume your spirit, so unless it's absolutely necessary,

Monks will not use their own life-defining magic weapon easily."

"Swallowing the spirit will kill people."

Shen Meng still found it incredible that there was such a terrifying magic weapon in this world.

"That's not the case. A cultivator's life-saving magic weapon is used to save his life.

No one would use it easily unless their life is at stake.

Besides, this magical treasure is not necessarily fatal.

It depends on what it's used for, but I wouldn't use it unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Oh, that's it."

Shen Meng nodded, not quite understanding, thinking that Li Chengze must have refined his own life-saving magic weapon during the five years she was asleep.

That's why a piece of spiritual bone was missing, and I didn't think about it anymore.

"Can we let him down now?"

"Okay, okay." Sword Master finally agreed, "But..."

"But what?" Shen Meng had a bad feeling in his heart.

"But I have a condition." said Sword Master.

"What conditions?" Shen Meng asked vigilantly.

"It's very simple. I want your merits." Sword Master said with a smile.

Shen Meng was puzzled as to what merit a divine consciousness required, so he asked:

"You are just a spiritual consciousness, what merit do you want?"

"Who says spiritual consciousness can't seek merit?" Sword Master blew his beard and glared.

"I gave him the inheritance, and then I can return to my original form.

Returning with merit is a remarkable thing.

It will also leave a little impression on Sword Master, so that he can take care of him when he ascends to heaven in the future."

What Jian Zun said made a lot of sense. Shen Meng just felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.

"How much?"

"Just give it to me as you see fit, young friend." Jian Zun rubbed his hands, looking expectant.

Shen Meng thought about it, took out five thousand merit points and handed them to the meticulous spiritual consciousness.

After receiving the merit, Jian Zun smiled happily, grabbed Li Chengze and flew into the air.

His right hand was on Li Chengze's back, and waves of golden light spread out like water waves, enveloping the two of them.

"Wow, they are really teaching skills, just like in TV dramas." Shen Meng looked up and sighed in his heart.

The golden light became brighter and brighter, gradually turning into a dazzling ball of light that made it impossible to look directly at it.

I don't know how long it took, the light slowly dissipated,

Li Chengze lay powerlessly on the ground, and Jian Zun's consciousness had become very weak, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

"My dear friend, I will give you my coffin. We will meet again if we are lucky."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Master's consciousness completely dissipated, leaving only the pitch-black coffin lying quietly on the ground.

Shen Meng put the coffin into the storage bag. There was a stone lying under the coffin.

Shen Meng reached out and picked up the stone, brushing off the dust. "Earth Spirit Pearl?"

Then the Nuwa Stone resonated with it, and after a burst of golden light, a new mark appeared on the Nuwa Stone.

Li Chengze, lying on the ground, was still unconscious, breathing evenly and long.

However, deep in his consciousness, everything that happened in the outside world was clearly reflected in his mind.

He knew that Shen Meng had made a deal with Sword Master for him and paid five thousand merit points.

He knew that Sword Master's consciousness had dissipated, and all the inheritance had been poured into his body.

He could even feel the sword intent surging in his body.

Heiling's voice sounded at the right time, with a hint of ridicule:

"Tsk tsk, five thousand merit points, you're pretty lucky, kid.

Thanks to this girl, otherwise how could you have inherited the Sword Master's legacy?"

Li Chengze smiled gently in his consciousness. His dreamer was just like that, always thinking about him.

He didn't know when he would be able to repay this kindness.

He owed Shen Meng again.