At this time, return to the ruins.
Compared to the battle outside the Holy Tomb, the atmosphere here remains extremely tense and solemn. The coiled dragon transformed by the high priest is still hovering in the sky, constantly scanning every detail in Guixu with his consciousness, noting the slightest movement. He can't hide it from him, as if he won't give up easily until he finds out the mysterious person!
At this moment, the masked man was hiding in a corner, slowly approaching his destination, his aura almost disappearing without a trace. Perhaps it was the old man behind him who was helping him, and he was able to hide it from Panlong at this time.
"Hey, old guy, when I get what I want, I'll meet you again and give you a big surprise!" The masked man looked into the distance, smiling evilly in his heart.
Against the constant suppression and intimidation of the Coiling Dragon in the sky, the masked man flew towards the target with firm eyes. After flying at low altitude all the way, he quickly found his destination. This was also the one he had to win when he came to return to the ruins this time. place.
The masked man looked at this rockery that was half a mountain high. It was filled with green grass outside, and it was as beautiful as a painting. This was one of the few places in Guixu that had not been destroyed, but he thought it would soon be reduced to ruins. .
"Sword Pavilion!" In the middle of this rockery, a sword-shaped wooden door stood up, and these two words were written above the sword hilt.
Although it is a wooden door, this huge sword also exudes extremely strong sword energy, making people have to doubt that this is a sharp sword in the first place.
Under the gaze of the masked man, there was no obstacle outside, as if the other party didn't feel any danger. The former flicked his fingertips slightly, and a stone suddenly flew up from the ground, directly hitting the wooden door lightly.
But nothing happened. Before the next breath came, the figure of the masked man had appeared in front of the wooden door, and his whole body turned into the form of blood, like a pool of liquid, flowing on the ground, slowly crawling towards the gap under the wooden door. Entering it, the whole process lasts only one breath.
He was still worried at first, but after entering the other end of the wooden door, he finally saw everything in front of him clearly. What appeared in front of him was an alley, more than a foot long to the left and right, and less than a hundred feet away from the end of the road!
But within this hundred feet, all kinds of sharp swords were stuck on the ground and the walls on both sides, with all kinds of weird postures, as if someone had deliberately inserted them, and even the curved stone wall above had many inverted swords. The broken sword was inserted.
The masked man touched the tip of his nose habitually. Judging from the quality of these swords, they were all king-grade, even higher and rarer, but now they were all broken into two halves.
He suddenly had a not-so-good guess, the sword immortal inside must not have any evil intentions, right? The owners of these swords were probably left by the guys who came to challenge them.
There has been a rule since ancient times. Anyone who comes to challenge must either leave a broken sword or his life!
When counted, there are hundreds of handles. Although they are all broken into two pieces, the exposed cold front is enough to easily tear the immortal cultivator's vitality shield if accidentally touched.
From this perspective, the cold glow of this broken sword almost blocks most of the way forward.
The masked man understood in an instant that there was only one way to go through the remaining swords unscathed. Although it was a bit circuitous, it was hard to say whether he would be ambushed by the other party during the whole process.
When he stepped out, he also knew that this was set up by that guy to try to block outsiders. However, for people with higher cultivation than him, it was really useless and was just a decoration.
But what worried him still happened. The moment he stepped out, all the broken swords emitted wisps of cold light. The broken swords suddenly showed strong killing intent, and the king-level spells appeared. The weapon has a certain degree of consciousness, or it may have been tamed by its owner. Except for his own breath, it helps it block outsiders on its own!
But the current sword light was still slightly unsatisfactory to the masked man who was determined to enter. He frowned and kept taking steps, moving forward along the only road.
Until he accidentally kicked a knife. The trembling sound also made him twitch the corner of his mouth. How could there be a knife here? Moreover, the way he walked away was very strange, almost inevitable! .
At this time, only the destination is left
A few swords away, he jumped directly over and landed in an awkward posture. But at this moment, what he expected to happen still happened.
Behind him, the sharp swords that were originally inserted into the ground and walls were shaking crazily, as if they were trying to break free. There were constant cries, and the flashing sword lights of various colors filled the small void, which was cold and cold. A chill swept through the surroundings.
This also made the masked man look back immediately. Before they could react, he directly greased his feet and left quickly. He didn't want to fight with these sharp swords here. This behavior was like a fool!
Maybe if Lin Suruo were here, he might really do this! The masked man thought in his heart.
When he left the alley, he was greeted by a bamboo forest. He didn't expect that there was really a cave inside. He didn't know if he could hide it from the Coiling Dragon's consciousness, but soon he was strangely attracted by things.
There was originally a single color of green bamboo forest, but there was a pink pavilion standing somewhere, which did not match the scene here. He originally thought it was an illusion, but the old man told him that there was nothing fishy here.
"Little Bear..." After walking into the pink pavilion, the pavilion was in the shape of an octagon. The stone table in the middle was filled with furry toys, and the eight long stone benches around it were also piled with various toys, and all of them were It's the same animal.
Although it is a bear, it is slightly cute.
The masked man silently shook his head. Could it be that he went to the wrong place? He had already done some research before he came here. There was a Sword Immortal living here, and he was also the person he was looking for, because he had something he wanted. If he could be wise enough to hand it over, he wouldn't have to do it himself!
After all, he probably couldn't use the thing he wanted.
Unexpectedly, this swordsman still had a little girlish heart, and the masked man's expression became strange. If Lin Su was here, they should have something in common. When he thought of this, he picked up a toy and looked bored. He threw it in his hand and left the pavilion.
Walking in the other direction, holding the toy in my hand, I have to say that it feels good, and it is actually made just like the real thing!
And when he left, a young woman suddenly appeared in the pavilion. She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, and her dress was fresh and cute. Her clothes were mainly pink. She was holding two big gray bears in her hands, matching her body shape. There is no match at all, but the latter is in a dying state and has obviously been severely damaged!
"Eh...why is one missing?" The girl frowned. She could recognize the number of these cubs at a glance. The empty space was obviously missing. It must have been taken away by someone or blown by the wind. The possibility of falling is extremely low!
Apart from him, the girl couldn't think of anyone else here, but that didn't make sense!
"Humph~" The girl immediately snorted, and the palms of her hands moved slightly. The two big gray bears held by them shuddered, and then continued to shrink in the void, until they finally turned into two pieces of the same size. The toys and the hair on his body all turned pink.
After she carefully arranged the new bears and made a mark, she left the pavilion and flew somewhere with an angry look on her face.
"I've seen a ghost..." After a few breaths, the masked man found himself walking into the pavilion again. He remembered that he had clearly walked in a straight line. Could it be that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall, but that wasn't right either?
When he entered the pavilion, he found that it was really different from the pavilion he just passed by. This time there were two more pink bears. It seemed that he was worrying too much. He must not have encountered a magic array. This should be another one of the same kind. pavilion.
The masked man couldn't help but clicked his tongue a few times. This owner was really girlish. He had built so many pink pavilions in a place like this. If outsiders knew about it, I'm afraid the title of Sword Immortal would be ridiculed, right?
"Hmph, these two have been confiscated from you! If you want to go back, just bring the sword manual in exchange!" The masked man snorted softly, stretched out his hand and took away the two bears. However, when he first took it, he also trembled because He could feel the body heat coming from the two bears. Upon closer inspection, the workmanship was simply lifelike!
This immediately made him hooked. This time it was even more realistic. He didn't expect that this sword fairy actually had this skill!
Immediately, he walked briskly, humming a little tune and continued flying forward.
At this time, deep in the bamboo forest, in a courtyard, the girl kicked open the wooden door with an angry face, causing the latter to make a squeaking sound. When the wooden door was kicked away, Several rays of sword energy attacked her, but they all deflected in a different direction and passed by her, then disappeared deep into the bamboo forest.
"Hey, old man, you took my little bear, right?" The girl leaned against the wooden door and did not enter it, but shouted to the inside.
"I'm not that bored. Someone has broken into this place. He has a strong murderous aura! It seems that he is not someone who has returned to the ruins. He has come with bad intentions!" The man in the house did not remain silent. As he spoke, a figure appeared outside the door. A middle-aged man with a full beard carried a huge black sword on his back.
"Really? How is your cultivation? I'll go meet him!" The girl didn't think he was deceiving her, but after so many years, someone would actually come to this ghost place?
"Early Yuanzong, but unfathomable, not an ordinary opponent..." The middle-aged man sniffed inadvertently with the tip of his nose and felt the strong smell of blood. It seemed that he wanted to look for the sword manual.
"Tch, you, a late Yuanzong, are still afraid of him?" The girl was a little interested. After all, few people could make him so serious, and besides, he was an immortal cultivator with the same level of cultivation as herself.
