Chapter 3231: Underground changes.

Just when the Demon World changed. In the Molten Land, Lin Tian also encountered a secret realm.
In Lin Tian's perception, only the cave mansion in front of him had a different aura.
And after Lin Tian walked in.
A secret realm appeared for a while.
A magnificent voice appeared in Lin Tian's mind.
"I am the sword immortal ancient one. Entering here is fate. There are three secret realms here, and you can get my inheritance by passing."
It seems to be correct.
No wonder Wanli Molten couldn't find the heart of the earth, it was taken away by him.
Lin Tian perceives that the timeline between here and the outside world is one to twenty.
It seems that you can look at the story of this sword fairy.
A burst of white light.
"The first level, watch me, Ming Dao!"
Although Lin Tian knew what the sword immortal's avenue was when he came in, but if you have nothing to do, you can also watch the sword immortal's story.
Wanli mulberry forest caught the sky red, Shasha's fallen leaves fell all over the ground and turned yellow, ticking blood on it, did not violate the peace, and looked even more coquettish.
Tick~tick~
Under the mulberry forest, Duan Yue walked with a dark knife on his back, blood-stained white cloth wrapped in the knife, his naked upper body was covered with blood, and the face of Guozi looked pale, but his eyes were still sharp.
Duan Yue walked along the mulberry forest for a long time. If he hadn't been convinced that Jianlin was in it, he would have given up long ago when he was another person.
The breath of chasing behind entered the mulberry forest and it was much less.
Thinking of the flames on Yumen Mountain, Duanyue exuded a sharp sword intent, mixed with anger and flew to the surrounding mulberry trees.
The reddish mulberry leaves fluttered all over the sky for a while.
"Your Excellency, don't you know Mulberry's rules of not using force? Dare to spread the sword intent here?"
An ethereal voice sounded.
Duan Yue raised his head, and the mulberry leaf in front of him fell to the ground. A handsome man in snow-white clothes stood under the mulberry tree, but his eyes were full of hostility when he looked at Duan Yue.
"Duanyue, the twelfth generation chief disciple of the sword sect, seeks the sword for the old man Lin Fengge."
Duan Yue's vigorous voice echoed in the mulberry forest, causing the mulberry tree not far behind to tremble.
The man was unmoved.
"Credits."
Duan Yue yelled, and the mulberry leaves were everywhere, but the man in white took a step back, and a blue-white knife appeared in front of him.
"Floating clouds are blue and white, and the air flows in. Can you enter the sword forest?"
Duan Yue gritted his teeth and shouted out a sentence on the title page of the sword sect.
The man flicked his finger, the blue-white knife disappeared in the air, and his figure gave way to the road.
Duan Yue passed the man and walked over.
Hum!
The man stepped out and three sword shadows accompanied him. Three silver needles shot towards Duan Yue were blocked in mid-air. Three bodies of men in black also appeared in front of the man, but the sword in his hand was never bloody.
The man's figure disappeared, and the mulberry leaves were flying in the sky, scattered, and the corpse was nowhere to be seen.
Duan Yue walked step by step.
From time to time, the mulberry leaf in front of him blocked his vision.
When the mulberry leaves fell, but not in the mulberry forest, the mulberry trees all over the body turned into a bamboo forest, and a gray-haired old man sat in front of the chess game. The white in his hand is about to fall.
As if to feel someone coming, he looked up.
He narrowed the corner of his eyes and asked with a sigh.
"How many people are left in the sword sect?"
The familiar voice was heard again after more than ten years, Duan Yue knelt down, tears filled the corners of his eyes.
Said choked.
"Master Huifeng, apart from Master Demon Sword who went out to find apprentices, the only people left inside and outside the sect were me."
After hearing this, the white-haired old man knew the ending, but after hearing it with his own ears, he was still a little sad.
Looked at Duan Yue.
"Bai Yue did a good job, give me the ink knife."
Duan Yue took off the knife behind his back, walked forward tremblingly, and put it on the chess board respectfully.
An old figure appeared on the other side of the chess game.
"Feng Qingyang, do you really intend to enter this exquisite chess game?"
He put a hand on the ink knife.
Duan Yue looked at the person and retreated to the side and said respectfully.
"I have seen Lin Jianxian."
The old man waved his hand.
Continue to look at the gray-haired old man.
The white-haired old man sighed.
A hand was also put on the ink knife.
"Lin Mohai, you know you can't stop me, you couldn't stop it seventy years ago, let alone now."
The two were silent for a long time, and Lin Mohai let go of his hand helplessly. Full of resentment watching the wind Qingyang.
Irritably scolded.
"Are you worthy of Senior Sister?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang's hand holding the ink knife trembled. I remembered that the woman in the red dress was dancing in the mulberry forest. The ink knife in his hand was gripped tighter, and a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife, which landed on the chessboard and also in Feng Qingyang's heart.
"Say sorry to Senior Sister for me."
After speaking, Feng Qingyang and Duan Yue disappeared in the bamboo forest.
Lin Mohai looked at the unmanned bamboo forest. Sigh alone.
"If you leave, who is left of our generation?"
After that, he picked up a black spot and placed it where the blood was dripping, and disappeared in the bamboo forest.
The chess game on the table was originally white with a great advantage. As the black stone was put down, the situation on both sides became complicated and confusing again. White could not swallow the big dragon of the black stone, and the black could not solve the siege of the white stone.
A gust of wind blew, two or two bamboo leaves fell, and a pattering sound rang out. ..