Bang!

In the dimly lit underground hall, five or six torches suddenly shone on the semicircular walls at the same time, and the small hall was suddenly illuminated with swaying. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info天籁novel.23txt.

In the firelight, on the door in the middle of the semicircular hall, three vigorous silver-white characters were illuminated with a layer of blood, and the mood of the people was also swaying.

This is outside the door of the Burial Sword Pool, and the current Jian Chen is exactly like this.

When he came to the sword pond the first two times, he didn't feel so upset, he just had the awe of the ancestor of the sword mound.

But today, it seems to be ...... Something different?

The three words of the vigorous Burial Sword Pool could not bring him such a feeling again, but from the silver white, he only felt the eerie horror that came to his face.

Has your mentality changed? Or is it ...... Concern is chaos?

In this gate, there may be his junior brother Yin Xiukong, or his father Luo Han, or even ...... Both of them may be inside, pushing open the door, what kind of results will it bring him inside?

The firelight also shone on Jian Chen's face, showing that his expression was cloudy.

The feeling of being upset is not groundless, he always has an illusion, and after pushing the door open...... What awaits him will be doomed!

But so what?

His pause outside the door of the burial sword pool was only for a moment, and a breath of blood suddenly rushed up in the dantian, suddenly condensed into a sword, and the blood-colored long sword was just a light circle in his heart, his heart floated, his boredom, all disappeared under this sword!

He is no longer the former Jian Chen, but a sword, a peerless fierce sword and sword that has been trained by his body, how can he be confused and retreat?

Click, click, click!

The mechanism that opened the burial sword pool was slapped down by him, and the low and hoarse door seemed to sigh, slowly dividing it from the sword word, and the countless night pearls inside reflected a dazzling milky white light, stabbing Jian Chen's eyes fiercely.

Then, the familiar scene in the burial sword pool fell into view.

The eyes that had just recovered a little bit from the dazzling light, and the pupils had shrunk to the size of pinholes at this moment!

In the open door of the cave, the person who was directly facing Jian Chen turned out to be a person.

A man sitting cross-legged!

Someone he had met once and was impressed!

This man is one of the purposes for which he is here, and the main purpose!

Because this person sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed is the one he released from under the Jade Han Stone of the Sword Villa - Luo Han!

His father is also the former head of the Luo family, Luo Han!

I can't imagine it, I really can't imagine it, it will be so ...... Easy!

His grandfather Yuxu Zhenren told him that Luo Han was in the Sword Shrine before he died, this news seems very bizarre, you know, the last time Jian Chen left from the Sword Shrine, it was not long ago, at that time, except for Yin Xiukong's abnormality, the Sword Shrine was still the same Sword Shrine, standing lonely on the top of Baiyue forever.

So although the others returned to the Sword Shrine again, they actually had reservations about the words of the Jade Void Zhenren in their hearts, but this was the Sword Shrine after all, and the situation of his junior brother Yin Xiukong was also within his scope of concern, so he rushed back.

Unexpectedly, in the first scene of entering the Burial Sword Pool, he actually saw this person who he thought had the least chance.

His...... Father?

Standing at the door, Jian Chen was slightly distracted, looking at the face in front of him that had only met once, and the countless scenes of the two meeting again that he had imagined disappeared at this moment, and for a while, he felt at a loss, he didn't know, and he didn't have experience, what kind of mood should he use to face the person in front of him.

In his thirteen years of memory, the word father is so unfamiliar!

Jian Chen didn't move, and Luo Han, who was sitting at the door in the burial sword pool, didn't even move.

He sat cross-legged like a door god, firmly blocking the path to the interior of the Burial Sword Pool, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

After a long time, in the passage outside the underground hall behind him, a cold wind gently blew in, in this dark and damp underground, this wind was so cold that when it swept through Jian Chen's body, he couldn't help but shiver.

This shiver spread from him, and when it reached the top of his head, a chill suddenly fell into his heart.

The buoyancy that had just been outside the door suddenly reappeared, and this time, the feeling was even stronger, and there was even a sense of foreboding that was so clear that it could not be overstated.

This ominous feeling pointed directly at the person sitting cross-legged on the spot, Luo Han!

The sound when the door of the Burial Sword Pool opened was not small, even if it was ten times lighter, and it fell into the ears of the master, it was not tantamount to a thunderous explosion, but ......

The door was open for a long time, and he stood silently in front of the door for a long time, why Luo Han...... No response?

He sat in the doorway, looking like he was doing his duty to guard something in the burial sword pool, but his guard was quite unsuccessful, and everyone stood in front of him for a long time, and he didn't even open his eyes, and he didn't even ...... Didn't breathe either!

The ominous premonition is suddenly amplified, breathe!

Luo Han, who was sitting in front of Jian Chen, looked as usual, and his hands in the dantian were the same as when he was meditating and cultivating, so that after being surprised to see that it was Luo Han sitting at the door, Jian Chen ignored this point under the agitation of his heart.

No martial arts master can sit until he forcibly suppresses his breathing with the turtle breath method when practicing, and the cultivation of internal force has to be carried out in accordance with the different rhythms between breaths, and even his breathing has stopped, which sub-technique is he practicing?

But if it's not cultivation...... What is Luo Han doing?

Thinking of this, Jian Chen's heart trembled, and he even gathered a stronger perception on this father he had never recognized, wanting to use the strength of this perception to help him dispel the chill in his heart, or......

No...... Temperature?

His face was as usual, and he could even see a touch of ruddy Luo Han, after Jian Chen put down his senses, he couldn't feel a little bit of the body's own temperature?

This......

"Daddy......"

As soon as his complexion changed, Jian Chen finally couldn't help it, and called in a low voice.

There was no response, Luo Han, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to be asleep, and he didn't respond to Jian Chen's call at all.

"Daddy?"

Unwilling, and unwilling to believe what he was seeing in front of him, Jian Chen raised his voice and shouted at Luo Han again.

Equally...... No response.

"Daddy!"

With a flash of figure, he rushed forward with a sudden scream, and when he stopped again, he had already reached out a hand to pinch Luo Han's pulse, and then bounced away.

Start, cool.

In addition to being cold, he ...... Unable to feel the slightest pulse beating, the person sitting in front of him, the person he didn't have time to recognize, was already ......

He's dead!