Chapter 103: Black iron sword

Just as Luoyang continued to deepen towards the upper reaches of the Blood Creek, there were two Changhongs in the sky outside the valley. Inside Changhong, there are two ugly men, both of whom have a black scar on their faces, occupying the face of the majority, and it looks terrible.
"Big Brother, do you say that Mo Lao Ghost is coming back this time? This place is so horrible. If he does not come, it is only our brothers. It is certainly difficult to go deep into the distance."
Among the two, the younger man asked, frowning, his eyes sweeping around impatiently, looking at the depths of the valley, but it was a fiery hot.
"Reassure, the old ghost will definitely not give up. The two things on this are not even seen in the big door. It can be seen that the opportunity in the cave is not the same. He is an old fox, naturally not. Will give up easily."
The middle-aged man, who was a little older, said that his face was full of confidence and there was no doubt.
When the young man heard the words, he nodded and agreed with his brother. The treasures in the cave are all powerful. And according to the ancient books they got, the more they went deep into the cave, the more precious the treasures they got!
"Unfortunately, the cold wind in the cave is deeper and deeper. The colder inside is the heavier. Even if our brothers join hands, they can barely support the depth of one thousand feet, otherwise why bother? Look for his old ghost."
The young man sighed, and the heart of the cave was very painful to the outsiders. The middle-aged man on the side heard a cold smile and whispered: "Looking for him just wants to enter a deeper cave. As for being able to If you can't get the treasure, then you have to look at the old ghost's own means."
"Big brother, you mean..."
The young man was first glimpsed, and immediately revealed a stunned look, and his eyes were even more excited.
Just as the two voices fell for a while, the sky was filled with a broken sound. When the two looked up, they saw a stray light falling from the sky and turned into an old man in a red and green variegated robe.
The old man's hair is white, his face is dry, his eyes are sharp and sharp, and his body has already reached the sixth floor of Lingtai.
"The ugly brother and ugly brother, inseparable, is a pair of concentric brothers." The old man's eyes swept through the valley and stayed on the two ugly men, and smiled in the mouth.
"Mr. Lao, you are laughing, and the repair of the two of our brothers, where can get into the eyes of your father." The older ugly brother smiled at the old man and his face looked as usual.
"You don't want to wear a high hat to the old man. Although you only have three layers of spirituality, you can only join hands. I am afraid that even my old man is not your opponent." Mo Lao Gui did not appreciate it. It was a sneer.
He has been practicing for decades and is well aware of the cruelty of the realm of cultivation. Naturally, he will not be easily deceived.
"Dear, since you have come, you should understand that this place is very strange. It is naturally dangerous. If you need to cooperate fully, you will have the opportunity to get a heavy treasure. If you are suspicious, you will only waste time."

The smile on the face of the ugly brother is unchanged, but the mouth is faintly open. He has confidence in the heavy treasure in the cave. Even the old fox like Mo Laogui will relax his vigilance.
"Hey, the old man naturally understands, but he still has to make it clear in advance. If there is no treasure in the hole, don't blame the old man for turning my face." Mo's face changed and his mouth snorted.
"That is nature, our brothers dare to fool your old man." The ugly brother on the side quickly opened his mouth and revealed the true color, but there was a cold flash in his eyes.
The ugly brother saw Mo Lao Ghost no longer speak. After a slight nod to the ugly brother, the light in his hand flashed, and a black ball appeared in his hand.
"Mr. Mo, this is a poisonous dispersion in the white mist in the valley. Even if the monks in Lingtai are in contact, they will die in an instant. You have to be careful."
After the ugly brother turned back to Mo, the old ghost reminded him that he would directly crush the ball in his hand. Suddenly a black light floated out of the beads, wrapping their brothers in black light, like a barrier, separating the white mist.
"Father, our brothers and two people have taken the first step!"
After a low laugh, the figure of the ugly brothers flew directly out and marched toward the depths of the valley.
Mo's old ghost's eyes flashed, and the dry arm waved on the animal skin bag at the waist. A large dark green scorpion suddenly appeared at his feet out of thin air.
"Go, little frog!"
The dark green slammed suddenly, the huge body quickly flew out, followed closely behind the ugly brothers, and the white smoke around it touched the green scorpion, and the outside of the scorpion glowed green. Dispel the white mist around you.
"This old ghost, it really is some means."
Looking at the huge cockroach behind the leaps and bounds, the ugly brother's eyes condensed and whispered to the ugly brother.
"This is good, the stronger he is, the greater the grasp of our deep penetration to 1,500 feet, and even the possibility of reaching two thousand feet!"
There was a smile on the face of the ugly brother, and his eyes showed a fiery look. The ugly brother on the side was also a little excited. The speed of the two people continued to accelerate, and they marched toward the depths of the valley. The direction is the strange cave where Luoyang is located. !
In the cave, with a depth of three thousand feet, Luo Yang was frowning and his eyes were constantly on the black iron sword in his hand.
"The iron sword that can destroy the vitality and kill the spiritual power..." Feel the ruin of the iron sword, and Luo Yang's eyes brightened, his face showing an unexpected look.
The sword of the black iron sword has a lot of rust and looks very decadent, as if it existed for tens of thousands of years. At the tip of the sword, there is a faint edge of the sword. Although it is weak, it can dissipate the surrounding aura quickly, as it is absorbed by it.
"Just according to the old muddy temper, this iron sword can make it move, it should be more than that."
After a moment of indulging, Luo Yang never saw that the iron sword had anything extraordinary. The mouth sighed, and the iron sword was put away. When the eyes swept over the body in front of him, they suddenly stopped.
On the dead body, the faint light flashed, and the horrible wound became more awkward with the removal of the iron sword. Below the wound, there was a pair of sunken eyes. As the cold wind blew, the closed eyes actually had a tremor, as if they were going to open!