The two finally succeeded in finding the sword in the Xuanyuan Tomb, but it looked like a rusty waste sword.

Feng Nie was disappointed, but Jiang Nanjun's expression was different, and comforted her: "Those who can be called spirit swords, they all already have sword spirits, and they know how to find their masters." Jiaoqiu has turned itself into scrap metal and iron, with its own purpose, and if it meets its true owner in the future, it will naturally willingly glow with its true colors. I have only come here as a Bole to help her leave the tomb and meet her master as soon as possible, so since we have found it, this expedition can be regarded as a complete merit. ”

Feng Nie nodded as if she didn't understand. Her interest was not in the sword, but in being able to walk side by side with him in the ancient tomb, for her, it was already the fulfillment of the merit she was seeking.

On the way back, the road is already familiar, and it is not so difficult to walk.

When passing through the sarcophagus jungle, the 100,000 imperial guards were still lying quietly in their coffins, without any movement.

The two thanked the guards and said goodbye.

Feng Nie bowed and said: "General of the Ghost District, Feng Nie is impulsive and offended, don't be surprised! Now that we have obtained the spirit sword and are about to return, thank you General Haihan for letting him go, he has a fate, and the two of us will definitely visit again." ”

Jiang Nanjun saw that after an expedition, she became so polite, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

When they arrived at the sea of fire, Jiu Ying had been waiting on the shore for a long time, and when he saw the two of them coming out, he seemed very happy, jumped back and forth a few times, and then carried them across the sea of fire and flew out.

Returning to the place where the three beasts once fought, they were shocked to find that compared to the battlefield where the two beasts were rampant, now they had all been restored to their original state. In addition to the opening of the door of the Nine Infants, the other doors of Zhu Huai and Qi Ruthless were tightly closed, and I don't know if the two beasts had been resurrected and retreated behind the door.

The Nine Babies sent them to the ground, nodded in greeting, and then retreated to its own door, and then slammed the small door shut, and it was never seen again.

Although this expedition was only a corner of the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb, the task of exploring the ancient tomb and obtaining the Jiaoqiu Sword had been completed, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and walked out of the cave hand in hand.

No matter how bright the torches are in the cave, they can't compare with the sun. After coming out of the hole, they still had to squint their eyes for a while to get used to it.

Jiang Nanjun walked to the rock where Fu Bo was resting, intending to pick him up and go back to Jiangnan Mansion with him.

Before he got close, he saw Fu Bo leaning downward, lying motionless, with blood stains oozing from under him.

Jiang Nanjun said that his severed arm was still oozing blood, and he called out with concern on his face: "Uncle Fu, how are you? We have obtained the sword and can go home." After a few calls, Fu Bo did not react at all.

Jiang Nanjun's heart tightened, shouting "not good", quickly reached out to pull him up, turned over, and saw that the Ugin dagger he left him was deeply inserted in his chest, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, his face was frightened, and he had already swallowed his breath.

For a hundred years, Fu Bo has been with him hard and loving, just like his biological father. It is only in front of him that he can occasionally play with his temper, complain, and taste the taste of being an ordinary person, and he has been drinking his blood to survive.

However, this man, who was as close as his father, died without leaving him a word, leaving him forever, and this sudden blow made him heartbroken, and he suddenly fell into infinite hesitation and helplessness. He couldn't help but let out a long cry of sorrow to the sky, and "Fu Bo—" Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Feng Ni on the side was also extremely stunned, and when she saw his heartbroken expression again, she couldn't stop being grief-stricken. She knew the relationship between him and Fu Bo, so although she didn't have a deep relationship with this old man, she was always grateful to him.

"Who is it? Who did this? In addition to you and me, is there a third person in Xuanyuan Mountain?" Jiang Nanjun put Fu Bo's body back on the ground, stood up and roared with hatred.

Feng Nie shook his head and looked around, but suddenly let out an exclamation, tugged at his sleeve and pointed forward, shouting, "Yes!" (To be continued.) )