Chapter 976: Back box

Spring is nearing its end, but Daxu has no breath of spring. The pictures of insect songbirds and verdant trees are extravagant and hopeless, and they are extremely lifeless and extremely depressed. It makes people feel like they have fallen into a bottomless abyss, making it difficult to extricate themselves.
The streets of the ancient city are dilapidated and in disrepair. The idol outside the city has stood for thousands of years, looking into the distance.
In Changshou Alley, among the small wood carving shops, there are various kinds of wood carvings.
There are plants, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, and the people He Jian met in his life. They have different looks, good and bad, very expressive, and they seem to be able to come alive at any time, with an imperceptible way. rhyme.
He Jian sat in the backyard, hit a bucket of water from the well with a wooden bucket, took out a scoop, the entrance was cold and sweet, and could disperse all the dust and desires in the heart.
He looked at the sky, his eyes a little muddy, and said softly: "The older you are, the more fearful you are, and the more you believe, the more you have been in a trance for most of your life, or you have gone back to the original point. What causes, what results."
As soon as the voice fell, he was no longer in speech, so he sat for half an hour in a daze.
Suddenly he stood up straight, his shoulders pulled apart, and his waist was straight.
Quickly walked into the hut and pulled out a shabby wooden box hidden under the darkened pear wood bed for decades. A decaying breath came out of the wooden box, and the box was bitten by insects with tiny holes, like being pinned by countless thin needles at the same time. It seems that with a little touch, the whole wooden box will be completely crushed.
He Jian looked with emotion and secretly said in his heart that he hadn't touched the Meridian Sword, sweat or blood sunflower in sixty years, and his sleeve gently waved.
The box creaked, and the lid flipped over, revealing a sword case wrapped in rags.
The sword box is dark red, which looks plain and unremarkable, but it contains rare famous swords, Meridian, sweat, and blood sunflower.
There were originally six swords in this box, but after a battle with Venerable An Jingyun, three handles were taken away by him, and now there are only three handles left in the box. But as long as a handle is brought out, it is enough to cause a storm, but who can imagine that there are so many famous swords hidden in this ordinary sword box?
On this day, the sword who once changed the world's arrogant talk back again.
Outside the city, there is still a lot of yellow sand, and a solitary ray of smoke is standing alone and the shadow is alone.
The figures of Ouyang Ming and He Jian went further and further away under the solitary smoke, and gradually disappeared into the sand.
Wind and sand make it difficult for people to open their eyes.
In the wind and sand, Ouyang Ming stroked his long sleeves and asked in a low voice: "Senior Ho, will you go back to Jianfengyuan from here?"
He Jian nodded gently and said, "Nature is far. Huijian Peak is located at the intersection of time and space. If there is no chance, you can't enter at all. Moreover, there are various formations and prohibitions arranged outside. .. At the beginning, I also had a good luck before I went in. Now I think about it, and I am still a little bit afraid."
With that, he shook his shoulders, shook the sword box on his shoulder, and then said: "The ancient sword in this box was taken from Huijian Peak Mountain, but then I followed the name of Noda. "
But when it comes to this, the look in his eyes is obviously dim. The long sword in this sword box has six handles, but now there are only three handles left.
Ouyang Ming's observation and observation skills have also reached a certain level, which can naturally take this gloom into the eyes.
But he did not ask too much. There is no shortage of stories in people like He Jian, and they are all past events, but since he does not want to say more, what is the benefit of asking?
His eyes turned, and the topic was brought back to Hui Jianfeng, and he smiled and asked, "What is the intersection of time and space?"
He Jian's mind quickly calmed down and replied: "Time and space are originally the most difficult abstract substances to describe, but that place can be rounded and unified, and there is no abruptness. How to say, oh, yes, that is In it you don’t feel the passage of time, the change of space."
"This..." Ouyang Ming gasped.
Inside my heart, is this really related to Xu Aoran? What level did his cultivation practice get? This moment, even in his heart, there was a faint fear.
The way of time and the way of space are too far away for him.
Just like, a mortal wants to extract the stars in the sky, how can this be done?
Just when Ouyang Ming was shocked secretly, a black smoked body sprang out.
He has only black eyes and no white eyes in his pupils, and they are all the purest and deepest black, which seems to contain Abi hell. The body was full of carrion, and the yellow water dripped with the black mist. Moreover, behind it, a black stripe drawn with ink flashed a deep light, enchanting to the extreme.
He Jian fetched a finger, the sword box vibrated!
But at this moment, an indifferent voice rang out: "Spark off, this is the black mist corpse that ran out of the black mist mountain, extremely poisonous, it will die immediately!"
At the same time, a arrow feather roared from afar, tearing the sky of yellow sand into a heart-wrenching mouth, spinning continuously, and all the spiritual power was concentrated on the arrow, roaring, "booming" With a blast, he shot directly into the head of the black mist corpse, completely exploded, and suddenly the light red blood splashed.
He Jian and Ouyang Ming's faces changed slightly, and at the same time they retreated backward, and their sleeves were lifted, throwing the blood out.
Their movements are extremely fast, without letting the slightest blood contaminate them.
The two looked at each other and both saw bitter smiles in their respective eyes.
The other party shot so recklessly to save the talent, and really blamed it.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man walked slowly behind a 28-year-old woman.
The middle-aged man held a horn with a height of one foot, his shoulders were wide, and there was a slight coercion between his eyebrows. And this Fangling woman is wearing a long skirt with red and blue base and white as the main color. The long hair curled up, with a silver hairpin inserted, his face full of arrogance, with a deep chuckle under his eyes, his chin raised, unwilling to speak.
Cultivation is also at the level of the first level of the spirit, but the breath is mixed and the agitation is agitated. Obviously, it is forcibly promoted with the Elixir.
Both Ouyang Ming and He Jian sink their own vitality to the bottom of their hearts. Naturally, they cannot see through the cultivation of these two.
The middle-aged man sneered and said, "Here it is close to the Black Mist Mountain. It's extremely dangerous. It's better not to run around with the two of you as the cultivation base. Although it is endless, it is not something ordinary people can take away. "When he said this, he didn't even look at Ouyang Ming, because in his heart, condescension and depravity talked to this kind of ants, and reminded them that it is already a blessing that they haven't been able to cultivate in their lifetime.
He doesn't have any bad heart, but he doesn't want to talk to someone who is lower than him.
After all, here is the spiritual realm, the strong respect, the weak have no right to speak, and even the right to survive will be deprived.
Isn't that what happened to the villages slaughtered by aliens?
Because you are weak, you will be slaughtered, your bloodline will be swallowed, and even be taken back to captivity in the tribe, just like harvesting wheat.
In the world of monks, the ruthless iron blood is the main theme. It is all about competing for the creation of the world, for the sake of longevity, and seeking the avenue.
As soon as the voice fell, the man and the woman lifted their chins, raised their heads slightly, their faces proud, and galloped away into the distance.
Ouyang Ming rubbed his eyebrows and quipped: "I didn't expect the sword to be despised."
He Jian's expression was indifferent and calm, and there was a kind of indifferent state that was not happy with things, not sad with himself, and said with a smile: "What sword god? It's just an old man who has fallen into the coffin with his old body half-dead. In the past, everything has been overwhelming, and it's not true." Then, he pulled the shoulder strap up two inches, and the sword box increased by two inches with his movement.
"Isn't it the sword carrying the sword box?" Ouyang Ming looked at He Jian with bright eyes.
He Jian stunned slightly, and countless light arcs overlapped in vain. He smiled in vain and said: "I have practiced a sword for a lifetime and carved the heart with wood carving, but I haven't been ashamed that Yu Yu has seen it transparently."
Ouyang Ming waved his hands again and again, exhaling the coldness in his chest and abdomen: "Senior He didn't see through, he didn't want to see through."
As soon as the voice fell, the steps were light and light, and half of the shoes were caught in the fine yellow sand, and they walked forward with squinting.
He Jian looked at his back, bitter in his heart, and followed.
Deep in his heart, he also wants to be a Venerable~EbookFREE.me~ But it has hurt the foundation, what is the way? But there is still a hint of illusion in his heart.
The last time I only got a type of recipe outside the peak, I made myself a big mountain in front of all Daozi. If I could enter it, would I be able to repair its roots? Dantianhua Lake, take a look at that mysterious realm. Therefore, he will take the initiative to bring Ouyang Ming to find Hui Jianfeng, because he regards Ouyang Ming as the successor of this powerful sword tactic. He was just outside the mountain last time, following him, and stepping into the peak.
Everyone has selfishness, even he is the same. This is the person, the real person.
The two of them headed all the way forward, and not long afterwards, a cold cold wind blew.
Ouyang Ming looked far away, and his eyes were full of endless black mist, countless storms kept spinning, and a black arc flashed faintly.
And on the periphery of this black mist, there were even dense black mist corpses, like ox hair, dull eyes, no aura, and a black breath.
Not far from the black mist, there are ten naturally formed terraces.
Each one is full of thousands of feet, and all kinds of weird and strange stripes are engraved on it, which makes people have to sigh the magic of nature.
Thousands of people stood on each terrace, gazing at the black mist with hot eyes, all looking forward in their eyes, as if waiting for something.
"Senior He, what's the matter with those people?" Ouyang Ming took his eyes back, his eyes showing a strange color.
He Jiansi thought for a moment, and the memory in his mind turned like a book page. He froze in vain and replied: "Yu brother, this is Heiwushan, the only place to go to that place. At first, I had suffered enough. It was worn through. And, the most bizarre thing is that there is a huge spring eye deep in the dark mist. Every three months, the spring eye will erupt, and many spirit treasures will erupt from the ground."