Duan Canghai saw Hong Xiaowei's reaction, and suddenly sneered in his heart.

"When you forge the body of the magic sword, it will be the best time for me to take it. ”

"At that time, I will go to the Tianyuan Sword Pavilion and seize the Shadow Divine Sword!"

"Since the back hand I left behind has played a role, and it coincides with the revival of the aura of heaven and earth, this is my fate and creation...... The deity never lacks the courage to break and stand up!" He secretly opened his mouth in his heart, only to feel that he had caught a glimpse of the dawn of hope again.

I'm afraid that Hong Xiaowei, a fool, would never dream that he just used him as a tool that could be used.

Duan Canghai took a deep breath, and with a "peng" behind him, he opened his black wings of light. Not only that, but there was even an illusion of faint feathers flying around the pair of light wings.

It's like a real demon god descending into the world!

I was stunned by Hong Xiaowei, and I was even more in awe of him in my heart.

"Apprentice, follow me!" Duan Canghai grabbed Hong Xiaowei, flapped his wings into the air, and flew away from the clouds into the distance.

Soon, he descended into a valley with the mighty Howling.

The place is covered in black fog and gloomy. Not only that, the moment Hong Xiaowei entered it, he felt a biting chill, making him feel like a man's back and a fish in his throat.

No.

Even, it's more like every inch of skin is pressed against the tip of the sword, and it seems that it may be pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords!

It was extremely fierce sword intent, killing intent, and hatred.

And the source of such a terrifying aura is the ancient sword that can be seen everywhere.

They stood densely packed here, each ancient sword like a tomb.

The vast majority of ancient swords have been broken, some have become fragments, and only a few remain relatively intact, with only a few cracks.

Hong Xiaowei once felt that he was in the midst of a treasure, and he was so stunned by surprise that he could barely breathe.

"Master, this is—" he couldn't help but ask excitedly.

Duan Canghai sneered and brushed his sleeves and hands, and said proudly: "They are all the swords of the defeated generals under me!"

Hong Xiaowei was dumbfounded.

These remnant swords all contain surging and violent killing intent and sword intent, and even condense the hatred of the user's grievances and anger before his death.

"Master is really powerful and invincible!" With short hands and soft mouths, Hong Xiaowei slapped his ass unequivocally, and his sincere admiration was very convincing.

Duan Canghai sighed faintly, clenched his fists secretly, and his voice seemed to pop out from between his teeth: "It's a pity that there is no Jiang Liuyun's saber here." ”

I think he has already ascended to the immortal realm, right?

Hehe, I am also a strong man who watched the stone tablet left by the Chaos Emperor and forged it by himself, why is there such a big difference between my situation and his?

Duan Canghai pressed all these thoughts, then looked at Hong Xiaowei, and said with the appearance of a stern master: "From this moment on, you must grasp every minute and every second to devour these remnant swords!"

"I will protect you and help you, you can rest assured. ”

Hong Xiaowei was already stunned by the surprise that fell from the sky, and he was busy saying thanks.

However, Duan Canghai just waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't care. From now on, you will be the only descendant of my sword demon lineage. My remnant soul is already a candle in the wind, who else can I help if I don't help you?"

Hong Xiaowei was so moved that he was about to cry.

Except for Su Caiwei and Xiaoqing, this is the best person for herself!

......

Heavenly Demon Shrine.

A quaint house surrounded by carved papier-mâché windows.

A small window opened, and the orange light of the setting sun shone into it.

It appears to be a woman's boudoir, with an elaborate dressing table topped with bronze mirrors and rouge gouache boxes. The wardrobes, tables, stools, beds and other things in the whole room are well organized, and the white bedding and embroidered pillows look like brand new.

An aromatherapy burner was emitting smoke that allowed a faint scent of sandalwood to linger in the room.

A girl who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old sat at the dresser, doing the embroidery work in her hand by the light of the setting sun. Her face is delicate and watery, as if she can pinch out the water with a slight pinch.

Dai's eyebrows are curved, slender and delicate. A pair of big watery eyes and a small nose with a high and straight nose bridge make the facial features look extremely three-dimensional. Coupled with a delicate melon seed face that is only the size of a palm, a face is already good enough to see the situation that makes women jealous and men crazy.

The girl's skin is fair and smooth, and even has a faint luster like jade. She was wearing a pink and white skirt, which made her slender figure look even weaker. She just sat quietly threading the needle, looking focused and meticulous.

In addition to the "One Horse Pingchuan" on her chest, her appearance is definitely a perfect masterpiece of heaven.

Just sitting there and embroidering is a pleasing beauty to the eye.

At this moment, a member of the Black Wind Society wearing a black hooded cloak rushed over and broke the door directly, breaking the silence.

The person named Wang Ping is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a beard, which looks even more vicissitudes. As soon as he rushed through the door, he said excitedly: "Sixth son, second son has ordered-"

Wang Ping's words came to an abrupt end at this point.

Because he saw Jiang Qingyue's hand tremble, and the position of the embroidery was off.

Jiang Qingyue held the embroidery in her hand and was suddenly stunned.

Then she turned her head sharply to look at Wang Ping, looking like she was about to cry. Such a cute and delicate girl with red eyes and a tearful look is simply pitiful to me.

But Wang Ping was instantly terrified, and he had an extremely bad premonition in his heart!

"I'm sorry Sixth Prince, my subordinates have crossed hairpins, so I'll step down!" He immediately wanted to turn around and slip away, but it was too late.

"Ah!" Jiang Qingyue rushed towards Wang Ping and pounded his chest with her pink fist, "Uncle Wang, you compensated me for embroidering for an afternoon!"

Wang Ping was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body, and without thinking about it, he opened the blazing body protection qi.

Jiang Yueqing's seemingly weak "small fist punched his chest" made Wang Ping's eyes bulge out.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, Wang Ping's body protection qi instantly shattered. He spat out a mouthful of blood directly, and the whole person flew upside down dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string.

"Boom—"

Wang Ping directly crashed into a wall, and the whole person fell into the ruins.

Jiang Yueqing was stunned for a moment, and then said with a guilty face: "Uncle Wang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Are you alright?"

Her voice was clean and pleasant, like a stream flowing over rocks.

Wang Ping wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and only felt a chill all over his body: "Sixth Prince, please think about it next time you are coquettish, will you die if you punch it!"

That's right, Sixth Son.

Male!