Spring is coming to an end, but there is no spring in the ruins. The picture of insects chirping, birds chirping, and verdant plants and trees is even more extravagant, which seems lifeless and extremely depressing. It makes people feel like they have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.

The streets of the ancient city are dilapidated and in disrepair, and the statues of the gods outside the city have stood for 10,000 years, looking into the distance.

In Changshou Lane, among the small wood carving shops, there are all kinds of lifelike wood carvings.

There are plants and trees, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, and the people He Jian has met in his life, with different looks, good and bad, extremely expressive, as if they may come back to life at any time, faintly with an imperceptible Taoist rhyme.

He Jian sat in the backyard, used a wooden bucket to draw a bucket of water from the well, and took out a scoop, which was cold and sweet in the mouth, which could wash away all the dust and desires in people's hearts.

He looked at the sky, his eyes were a little cloudy, and said softly: "The older a person gets, the more he fears the sky, the more he believes in fate, and after a trance for most of his life, he still goes back to the original point." Sure enough, as the book says, what causes are produced, and what results are obtained. ”

As soon as the voice fell, he stopped speaking, and sat in a daze for half an hour.

Suddenly, he stood up straight, his shoulders pulled apart, and his waist straightened.

Walking briskly into the hut, he dragged out a dilapidated wooden box that had been hidden for decades from under the blackened pear wood bed. A rotten breath came from the wooden box, and the box was bitten out by insects with small holes, as if it had been pierced by countless thin needles at the same time, and it seemed that the entire wooden box would be completely shattered with a slight touch.

He Jian looked emotional, and secretly said in his heart, he hadn't touched the Meridian Sword, Khan Qing, and Blood Kwai for sixty years, and his sleeve waved slightly.

The box creaked, and the lid flipped over, revealing a sword case wrapped in rags.

The sword box is dark red, which looks plain, but there are rare famous swords in the ruins, Meridian, Khan Qing, and Blood Sunflower.

Originally, there were six swords in this box, but after a battle with An Jingyun, the Venerable of the Sect of Extermination, three of them were taken away by him, and now there are only three left in the box. But as long as one is taken out, it is enough to cause a bloody storm, but who would have thought that there are so many famous swords hidden in this ordinary sword box?

On this day, the sword god who once made the world talk about it change the color of the world's pride was once again on the back of the box.

Outside the city, there is still yellow sand in the sky, and a wisp of lonely smoke stands alone.

The figures of Ou Yangming and He Jian walked farther and farther away under the lonely smoke, and gradually disappeared into the wind and sand.

The wind and sand make it difficult to open your eyes.

In the wind and sand, Ou Yangming stroked his long sleeves and asked in a low voice, "Senior He, are you going back to Jianfeng from here?"

He Jian nodded lightly and said, "Naturally, it is far away, Huijian Peak is located at the intersection of time and space, if there is no chance, you can't enter at all." Moreover, various formations and prohibitions are arranged outside. At the beginning, I was also lucky to get in, but now that I think about it, I am still a little afraid. ”

As he spoke, he shook his shoulders, shook the sword box on his shoulder, and continued: "The ancient sword in this box was taken from Huijianfeng Mountain, and it followed me to make a name for itself back then. ”

But when he said this, the look in his eyes darkened obviously, there were originally six long swords in this sword case, but now there were only three left.

Ou Yangming's ability to observe words and expressions has also reached a certain level, and he can naturally take this gloom into his eyes.

But he didn't ask too much, there is no shortage of stories in people like He Jian, and they are all in the past, but since he doesn't want to say more, what good is it to ask?

With a roll of his eyes, he brought the topic back to the Sword Peak, and asked with a smile, "What is the intersection of time and space?"

He Jian's mind quickly calmed down and replied, "Time and space are the most difficult abstract substances to describe, but that place can be mellow and unified, and it is not abrupt. Oh, yes, it's that you don't feel the passage of time, you don't feel the movement of space. ”

"This ......," Ou Yangming gasped.

He secretly said in his heart, is this really related to Xu Aoran? What level of cultivation has he obtained? At this moment, even a faint fear arose in his heart.

The way of time and space is too far away for him.

For example, how is it possible for a mortal to pluck the stars in the sky?

Just when Ou Yangming was secretly shocked in his heart, a body with black smoke all over his body burst out.

There is only the black of the eyes in his pupils, but there is no whites of the eyes, all of which are the purest and deepest black, which seems to contain the hell of a nose. The body was full of carrion, tattered, and there was constant dripping of yellow water accompanied by black mist. Moreover, behind him, a black streak like a drawing of ink flashed with a deep light, enchanting to the extreme.

He Jian flicked his fingers, and the sword box vibrate!

But at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded: "Dodge, this is the black mist corpse that ran out of the Black Fog Mountain, it is extremely poisonous, and it will kill you if you touch it!"

At the same time, a blood-colored arrow feather roared from afar, tearing the yellow sand in the sky into a palpitating opening, constantly rotating, all the spiritual power was concentrated on the arrow, roaring non-stop, "boom", directly into the head of the black mist corpse, completely exploded, and suddenly a faint red blood splashed everywhere.

He Jian and Ou Yangming's faces changed slightly, and they fell backwards at the same time, and with a flick of their sleeves, they threw out the blood.

Their movements were swift and did not allow the slightest blood to stain their bodies.

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the wry smiles in their eyes.

The other party is so reckless to save people, if you really want to blame, it really can't be justified.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man followed by a woman of twenty-eight years old walked slowly.

The middle-aged man was holding a one-foot high horned bow, with broad shoulders and a faint coercion between his eyebrows, obviously with a good identity. And this young woman is wearing a long skirt with a red and blue base and white as the main color. His long hair was coiled up, a silver hairpin was inserted, his face was full of pride, and there was a thick sneer in his eyes, and his chin was raised, unwilling to speak.

The cultivation has also reached the level of the first level of the spirit, but the breath is mixed and the qi is restless, which is obviously forcibly improved with pills.

And Ou Yangming and He Jian both sank their qi into their hearts, and with the cultivation of these two people, they naturally couldn't see through it.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "This place is already close to the Black Fog Mountain, and it is extremely dangerous, so with the cultivation of the two of you, it is better not to trespass." Although there is no end to the creation in it, it is not something that ordinary people can take away. When he said this, he didn't even look at Ou Yangming, because in his heart, he condescended to talk to this kind of ant, and reminded them that it was already a blessing that they would not be able to cultivate for several lifetimes.

He didn't have any bad intentions, he just didn't want to talk to people whose cultivation was lower than him.

After all, this is the spiritual world, where the strong are respected, and the weak have no right to speak, and even the right to live will be deprived.

Isn't that the case with the villages that have been slaughtered by the aliens?

Because you are weak, you will be slaughtered, your blood will be devoured, and you will even be captured and brought back to the tribe in captivity, like harvesting wheat, and harvesting it one by one.

In the world of monks, iron-blooded ruthlessness is the main theme. They are all for the sake of fighting for the creation of heaven and earth, for longevity, and seeking the avenue.

As soon as the words fell, the man and the woman raised their chins, raised their heads slightly, and galloped away into the distance with a proud face.

Ou Yangming rubbed his eyebrows and quipped, "I didn't expect the Sword God to be despised." ”

He Jian's expression was plain and relaxed, quite a kind of indifferent realm of not being happy with things, not being sad about himself, and said with a smile: "What sword god? It's just an old man who is old and frail and half of his body has entered the coffin." The years are fleeting, and everything in the past is fleeting, and it can't be taken seriously. As he spoke, he pulled the shoulder strap up two inches, and the sword case rose two inches as he moved.

"With the sword box on your back, isn't it a sword god?" Ou Yangming's eyes were blazing, looking at He Jian.

He Jian was slightly stunned, countless pale arcs of light overlapped in his eyes, and he gathered in vain, and said with a wry smile: "I have practiced swords all my life and carved the Dao heart with wood carving, but I am really ashamed that I can't see through Brother Yu." ”

Ou Yangming waved his hand again and again, exhaling the cold breath in his chest and abdomen: "Senior He is not unable to see through, but he doesn't want to see through. ”

As soon as the words fell, his footsteps were light, and with a slight lift, half of his shoes sank into the fine yellow sand, and he walked forward with a stagger.

He Jian looked at his back, a little bitter in his heart, and followed.

In the depths of his heart, he also wants to become a Venerable, but he has already hurt his foundation, what can he do? But there is still a trace of fantasy in his heart, and there is no end to the creation within the Sword Peak.

The last time I only got a remnant of the secret outside the peak, I made myself a big mountain in front of the eyes of all the Daoists, if I could enter it, would I be able to make up for its foundation? Therefore, he took the initiative to take Ou Yangming to find the Sword Peak, because he regarded Ou Yangming as the heir of the mantle of this powerful sword technique, and he was only outside the mountain peak last time, and he was able to step into the peak by following him.

Everyone has selfish intentions, even him, it's the same. This is a human being, a real human being.

The two of them walked all the way forward, and it didn't take long for a cold wind to blow.

Ou Yangming looked into the distance, and as far as his eyes could see, there was an endless black mist, and countless storms swirled non-stop, faintly flickering with black arcs.

And outside this black mist, there turned out to be a dense black mist corpse, as many as cow hair, with dull eyes, no spiritual charm, and black gas bubbling from the body.

Not far from the black fog are ten naturally formed terraces.

Each one is thousands of zhang long, and all kinds of strange and strange stripes are engraved on it, which makes people have to sigh at the magic of nature.

On each terrace stood a thousand people, staring at the black mist with burning eyes, their eyes full of anticipation, as if waiting for something.

"Senior He, what's the matter with those people?" Ou Yangming withdrew his gaze, revealing a strange look in his eyes.

He Jian thought for a while, the memory in his mind turned like a page, and he froze in vain, and replied: "Brother Yu, this is the Black Fog Mountain, the only place to go to that place, I had to endure enough hardships to pass through it. Moreover, the most bizarre thing is that there is a huge spring in the depths of this black mist, and every three months, the spring will erupt, and many spiritual treasures will erupt from the ground. ”