A voice suddenly sounded in the endless darkness: "Well, another one is coming down."
There was no light at this time, and he was in absolute darkness. Long Yu didn't dare to open his eyes, and felt as if he had fallen off a cliff.
But within a breath of falling, Long Yu felt something adsorbed on him, making his fall seem to have no resistance, and his speed was not affected at all.
The falling speed gradually accelerated, like a meteor falling from the sky, like a magic weapon coming from the sky.
Another tea time passed, and Long Yu began to feel a little worried. But now he was falling so fast that he had no room to look back!
"I have been falling for so long. Even the most dangerous Seventh Peak will not have such a deep abyss." Long Yu's falling speed can be called terrifying!
It was tea time again, and the falling speed gradually reached the limit that Long Yu could bear.
Suddenly, a light appeared, and a sea of clouds appeared directly below!
Feeling the light stimulating his eyes, Long Yu's heart trembled, but he still opened his eyes slightly.
"How is it possible? Is this still an abyss? Where did this sea of clouds come from?" While thinking, Long Yu had penetrated this sea of clouds, and at this moment, the initial feeling of adsorption reappeared.
Long Yu felt that there must be something in the clouds, and the object was attracted to his body to form a thin film, and his falling speed suddenly increased!
Long Yu's mind couldn't hold on any longer. The process of falling for a long time and not being able to see the end continued to stimulate the young man's nerves.
Long Yu has forgotten the time, and his heart is beating violently and it is difficult to calm down:
The second sea of clouds!
"Could the rumors be true? I'm dying and hallucinating?" Long Yu couldn't believe what he saw now.
The same feeling of adsorption came...
I don’t know how long it took, but there was a third sea of clouds!
Long Yu was silent: Maybe this is what it feels like to go to hell, am I already dead?
If it weren't for the suction feeling that would come every time he passed through the sea of clouds, Long Yu would definitely believe that he was dead.
When the fourth sea of clouds appeared, Long Yu couldn't bear it mentally and fainted.
…
When Long Yu slowly opened his eyes again, he felt dizzy: just now, he seemed to have had a dream.
There was a sword, the blade of which was deeply red, but there was no trace of blood. A figure appeared in the distance, also wearing a red Taoist robe.
When he stretched out his hand, the sword turned into a stream of light and fell into his hand.
But Long Yu couldn't see his appearance clearly, he only knew that the other person was a man.
The man's hair was also blood red, and at that moment countless hair strands were flying in all directions like a peacock's tail.
The man seemed to be saying something, but Long Yu couldn't hear it. After a long time, there was only one "kill" sound that shook the world.
The man stood in the air, facing a strange-looking giant beast with sharp horns and a body like a mountain. Its four eyes exuded a faint light...
The scene ends here...
"Young man." The voice just now appeared behind Long Yu.
Hearing this voice, Long Yu suddenly felt sober. He stood up suddenly and turned around to look: it was an old man wearing a green robe.
Facing the sudden appearance of a strange face, Long Yu was so surprised that he collapsed on the ground.
"Not bad." The old man seemed to be in a good mood.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Long Yu continued to ask, but the old man did not answer.
"The best sword is right there. If you can pick it up, it's yours; if you can't pick it up..." the old man's scarlet tongue licked his upper lip, "Just leave your life behind."
As he spoke, the old man took a step back, turned around, and stood sideways. A high platform stood in front of Long Yu's eyes, with pure white steps running up it.
Only then did Long Yu realize that there was real earth beneath his feet, and he was in a rather large stone chamber.
"What sword, what do you want to do?" Long Yu pointed to the high platform. But he saw that the old man was silent, but there was an extra sword in the old man's hand.
Swordsman!
Originally, the simple words "stay alive" made Long Yu tremble in his heart, but his legs became weak and he couldn't even stand up.
But Long Yu slowly came back to his senses, and this scene made the young man who was so heartbroken once again have brilliance in his eyes. Because his master Ye Shaoqiu used a sword, Long Yu not only loved the sword among all the magical weapons, but also felt a sense of intimacy when seeing the monks who used the sword.
Moreover, the confinement room suddenly disappeared in a short period of time, he kept falling from high altitude, and strange dreams appeared. Long Yu believed in his heart that he was dead.
"Are you a swordsman?" Long Yu was no longer afraid when he thought that he was dead.
This actually made the serious-looking old man a little surprised, but then he was relieved and just nodded.
When Long Yu looked at the sword, even though he couldn't tell the grade of the sword, he could clearly feel that it must be an excellent sword.
The sword body was purple-blue, and divine patterns flashed on the hilt. Long Yu couldn't help but stare closely at the sword in the old man's hand.
It is usually difficult to earn crystal stones, but having a good sword as a weapon has become Long Yu's dream inadvertently.
The old man seemed to understand something from Long Yu's obsessed expression, and said: "The best sword is on the high platform. If you can take it away, it is yours."
Seeing that Long Yu was still motionless. The old man frowned, "The sword in my hand is the sword that will take your life if you cannot lift the sword on the high platform."
"Good sword, good sword! If I can hold the sword on the high platform, can you give me the sword in your hand as well?" Looking at the sword in the old man's hand, Long Yu couldn't help but think that he also had such a good sword in his hand. Picture...
With this thought, Long Yu gradually felt his legs gain strength and stared straight at the sword in the old man's hand.
"Okay, if you can pick up the sword of the high platform, I will give this sword to you." The old man turned his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Long Yu.
"It's a deal?"
"I don't need to lie to you."
Long Yu walked a few steps and then looked back at the sword in the old man's hand, which made the old man feel a little unnatural.
"Is there really a good sword above?" Long Yu looked at the high platform with a bit of confusion in his eyes. "After death, I have the opportunity to get a good sword. Is this the paradise world?"
Gloomy red light is the main color of the four walls of the space. The blue-white stairs lead to the high platform. While concentrating, Long Yu has already stepped up.
If you don't stand on the stairs leading to the high platform, the high platform seems to be within reach; but once you step on the stairs, when you look again, the high platform seems real and illusory for a while, as if it is out of reach.
At this time, Long Yu looked around, but everything was white; looking back, the stairs he had just walked began to break, then turned into little white lights, and then dissipated.
There seemed to be a voice in Long Yu's ears - "Come...come...come..."
One step, one step, another step; one step, one step, another step, full of desire for the sword, Long Yu has already walked hundreds of steps.
At this time, a sun appeared in the void next to the stairs on the right!
This can't help but make Long Yu feel shocked: Under the abyss of thousands of miles, in the empty space, where does the sun come from? Could it be an illusion?
But in the next breath, Long Yu knew that this was not an illusion, this round of Golden Crow began to emit heat!
The color of the steps changes from bluish-white to golden yellow, and the increase in temperature replaces the harmony of the previous steps.
Breath after breath passed, and the temperature never stopped rising. The sweat on Long Yu's forehead flowed down his cheeks, and he breathed in the dry air.
"Sword, I want a sword!" Long Yu gritted his teeth and did not stop even though his speed was extremely slow.
I don’t know how long it took, when Long Yu stepped over the last golden step and stepped onto the pure white step:
The sun gradually disappeared and the temperature began to drop sharply. Before Long Yu could catch his breath, a moon appeared on the left.
The two heavens of ice and fire caused Long Yu's body to change. A golden mark and a white mark appeared in Long Yu's soul!
The scene Long Yu is in is constantly changing:
Under the thunder and lightning that shook the heaven and earth, Long Yu walked through the purple-black and black-yellow stairs;
In the gentle drizzle, Long Yu walked through the blue stairs;
The marks of the Way of Thunder and the Way of Rain appeared in the soul.
When the bones appear on both sides, when spring flowers bloom, and all things revive and appear beside the body, the marks of life and death are once again engraved in the young man's soul.
Caught in the turbid gas, he temporarily lost his way forward.
But Long Yu kept chanting: "Sword, sword..." He no longer knew how many steps he had walked. Lifting his legs and stepping up another step seemed like a numb action...
A simple and strong Qi and a simple and soft Qi formed a disk, and then divided into two sides, like two dragons hovering in the sky.
The imprints of the Yang Way and the Yin Way have been stored in Long Yu's soul.
At this time, Long Yu could already see the end of the stairs, which was a blood-red stone platform.
Getting closer, there are patterns of similar sizes arranged in a certain order on the edge of the stone platform, which are simple and strange.
Underneath it were densely packed characters, but Long Yu had not seen any of them.
As he took the last step onto the platform, there was a sword placed on the stone platform.
