Middle-earth, away from the mountains.

Shen He sat cross-legged in silence.

The head's eyes were open, and he was not settled. And rarely, his expression was not serene, his brows were slightly furrowed, and when there was a hidden worry in the depths of his eyes, a golden sword signal suddenly jumped out of the void.

The head of the sect immediately reached out to grab the sword signal, and a divine sense turned to read the details inside.

There were several elders around Shen He, as always, Hongjing couldn't bear it the most, and she had already asked before the head of the house could speak: "But Senior Brother Yu's news, is he okay?"

Sword mound, the site of the Jiangshan Sword Domain. Since Su Jing picked the sword, this ancient cultivation holy land has been closed most of the time, occasionally open, long or as short as ten days, and the ten thousand swords in it are breathed out, exchanging Ruiyuan True Spirit with the great heaven and earth, and today the cultivator can only take advantage of such an opportunity if he wants to pick swords.

When it is open, it is okay to pick up swords, but when it is closed, the major heavenly sects will send disciples to stay around, one is to know in time when it is open, and arrange for the younger generations of the sect to pick swords as soon as possible;

At about this time the day before yesterday, the disciples who stayed behind in the sword mound sent a message back, saying that the sword mound was open again. This was a good thing, and when the righteous path cultivators got the news, they sent their disciples to hurry over, but the next day, before the juniors arrived, the disciples of Shouzuka sent back a new message:

The ten thousand swords in the mound suddenly burst into a quenching light, converging and intertwining with each other, forming a huge sword light vortex visible to the naked eye with sharp sword qi, spinning wildly. Draw a steady stream of nearby spirit elements into the sword mound. Eight hours later, the whirlpool vanished, but so did the ten swords of the Tsukasaki.

It happened that Elder Shan Yu went out of the mountain to do business, and he was near the sword mound, and after knowing this vision, he temporarily put down his hand and rushed to the sword mound to investigate.

The sword mound hides a great mystery, and Elder Yu's cultivation is profound and his swordsmanship is outstanding, but it is also foolproof. After the head learned that he was going, he immediately dispatched the three elders Gong, Fan, and Feng to do support.

The news just now was sent back by Elder Yu, and Shen He nodded: "Senior Brother Yu is fine, he has come out of the sword mound." The ten thousand swords in the mound have not disappeared. Instead, he sank deep underground, and formed another formation to seal himself, making him fall into a deeper sleep. ”

Elder Lishan is like a brother. Elder Red inquired a sigh of relief. smiled: "It's okay." It's a heart-wrenching affair, which has affected my cultivation, and I'll wait for Yu Lao'er to come back. The head brother has to help me get an explanation. ”

Jokes, but Shen He Zhenren didn't laugh, and the melancholy in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest: "Senior Brother Yu carefully discerned the formation of the ten thousand swords in the tomb underground, and he didn't dare to confirm it if it was too detailed, but he felt that the sealing array was a bit like the Five Withering Levels. ”

The five withering levels, the five senses wither, immobility, even if the catastrophe of extinction is imminent, there is no reaction at all, unless you can break through, you will always be in retreat.

Elder Hong was stunned for a moment, and quickly thought of something, and his eyebrows furrowed. But before she could say anything, there was a disciple on duty at the mountain gate who came back: the head of the sect's beloved disciple Yu Miao'er came back from the netherworld.

Shen He was a little surprised when he heard the news: almost three Jiazi ago, Yu Yu went to the underworld to do the Fifth Realm Chongsha Cultivation, this time the genius disciple really 'wasted' a lot of time in order to seek a truly solid, and it took a hundred years to break the Fifth Realm, and then the Second Rank Judge He Yuhe personally arranged to find a good Tiangang and then do the Gang Harvesting Practice.

It took a hundred years to rush to the smash, and logically speaking, the time for Duogang's cultivation would only be longer, but he came back after only eighty years?

After a short time, the fish fry entered the mountain and saluted the master and uncles. Under the question, Yu Yu did not hide it, and sure enough, he had only completed half of his sixth realm without cultivation, just because his wisdom had a major understanding, he did not hesitate to take the risk of interrupting his cultivation and retreating back to the mountain

Yu Miao'er, this kid is good everywhere, but he has a stupid mouth, and he tosses and turns for a long time before he can clearly explain why he stopped practicing and what he realized.

Shen He's face sank like water when he heard this: "Really?"

Yu Miao nodded very hard, but he hesitated when he spoke: "The disciple thinks it is serious, really, and it must be taken in case it is true." ”

After a while, one after another, the sword news of the head of the mountain rushed up from the Nine Spirits Star Peak of the mountain, scattering the major heavenly sects and the famous sects of the righteous path!

In the inner courtyard of the Imperial Palace, after the assassins fled, there was another wave of corpses making waves, although they were quickly exterminated, but the corpses still delayed the best time to pursue the dungeon, and when the laughter and scolding in the wooden bells dissipated, there was no breath of the Bone King Ruins in the depths of the earth.

It is too late to miss the first moment, and no matter how big the formation is, it is just a needle in a haystack. An hour later, in the main altar of the Jingnan Temple, in the miscellaneous room in the remote corner of the periphery, the blind old man who worked hard to burn the fire for the temple lay on the bare bed, dying, waiting for death.

Out of danger, Su Jing really relaxed, his mind was reflected in the Black Stone Cave Heaven, and he asked his companions: "You have all grown your skills." ”

This statement comes from the Red Hat Fierce God, the first time he assassinated, Su Jing had dealt with the fierce god head-on, and knew that this half-human and half-corpse monster was not easy to deal with, but this time he assassinated him for a while, and when he came back, the murderous thing had been shattered, which showed that his companions were good at it.

Don't listen to the little smugness: "The red hat is not too powerful, so what's going on." ”

The three corpses pulled Su Jing away a few steps, and said something about it: "Tomorrow is a big battle, maybe the powerful person who tampered with Shijie in the killing macay will also show up." You must not be lazy, come on, come on, let's 'Dongtian Sword Venerable' to sacrifice to the gods, bless it, bless the success of the first battle, and we are all safe." ”

Su Jing was a little curious, the three corpses also had gods in their hearts?

Sure enough, the three corpses even carved the gods, taken from the bluestone in the ruins of the Bone King, carved into three upright and delicate gods, the three gods have no words, only pictures and paintings.

Dazun Lei moved the god position in his hand, and carved a bun in the middle, and there were three wisps of smoke on the bag, which seemed to be steaming;

The god position in the hands of the two red eyes is engraved with a certain amount of gold in the center, and there are several divine lights on the ingots. It seems to be golden;

The god position in the hands of the three flowers is carved with a woman in the center, and there are several smoked winds around the woman's body, which seems to be a burst of meat fragrance.

Su Jing smiled, he didn't worship them, how could he say that he was also a righteous disciple, how could he go to worship the bun gold and the big ass chick, but Lei Dong had already prepared, and took out a god from his small coffin, and said with a smile: "It's ready for you." Look. But still satisfied. ”

Su Jing was stunned when he took it, the god seat was messy, densely packed with villains, and all the villains were basically the same: the last circle was the head. The next circle is the body. There are four bars sticking out of the four sides of the body, which are arms and legs. There are three more small circles in the circle of the head, which are the eyes and the mouth.

Lei Dong was patient, and explained to Su Jing one by one: "This, there is a 'three' on the forehead." It's our grandfather, 'three' is wrinkles; this, there are nine Dao sticks erected behind his body, this is the innocent sage, isn't his old man a nine-tailed fox; this is the Yama Divine Monarch, you see the light around his head, do you see, those small Daos; these two are holding hands with Master and Uncle, Master's head is the sun, and Uncle Shi's head is the moon, you look carefully, the moon is a little smaller than the sun."

Su Jing pointed to another portrait: "Who is this holding the stick?"

"It's the little master, she is holding a sword in her hand, but it's too small, it's not easy to draw, I drew a stick, anyway, the stick and shovel are all swords in her old man's hand, and the master who didn't hold a sword on the side is the master mother, and the seven of them are the other seven masters from the mountain, and they all hold sticks. ”

The seven ancestors are not easy to draw, but fortunately, in the Lishan Sword Sect, everyone uses swords, and it is with thunder that these seven villains each take a stick.

A foot high, three inches wide small god card, carved more than a dozen people, Lei Dong carved buns are not bad, carved portraits of the craft is really a little too much. Da Tianzun has a heart, and on the reverse side of the god card, he specially carved a round of red sun and a sword. The red sun is also a circle, but a sword is a sword, not a stick.

This made Su Jingbai not worship

Fortunately, the respect is only in the heart, no matter how bad the carving is, but it will not be wrong to bow down and worship as long as you are pious, and the three fragrances of the Dongtian Sword Zun are dedicated to the buns, gold, beauties and predecessors.

After some excitement, the cave was quiet, including the three corpses, everyone sat on the reef, breathing quietly, organizing their mood, unable to distinguish between waiting and expectation, there will be a big battle tomorrow!

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, soon the bell rings outside, and the monks of the temple are carrying out various rituals under the leadership of the presiding officer. Another hour passed, the sound of singing and cheering faintly came, the emperor and the Manchu magnates came to the temple, and the grand ceremony that came only once in 10,000 years soon began.

The blind old man was lying alone on the bed, quietly listening to the movement outside, and had no intention of getting up.

And last night they saw Ye Fei break into the palace, although they didn't see the blood book left by this madman, but with Su Jing's understanding of him, this person would most likely come to join in this excitement, everyone in the cave has discussed, wait for him, the opening gong of this big drama is best struck by him.

In the afternoon, the blind old man was lying quietly on the bed, when suddenly there was a 'squeak', the door opened, and a man covered in rust and dressed as a fisherman, as light as a shadow, floated into the house.

Gently closing the door, the 'fisherman' walked to the bed, looked down at the blind old man, and after a while, the fisherman's frowning brows relaxed, and said with a smile: "I said how can there be a familiar smell, it turns out to be you, little blind man, are you not dead?"

Ye Fei's cultivation is no longer good, but his memory is not ordinary, and also, perhaps because of the mixed species, his nose and smell are extremely sharp. Su Jing is a cultivator, and after the treasure bottle realm, he is an innocent body, unless he deliberately applies rouge and powder, there will not be the slightest smell on his body, but when this painting skin was concocted by Zixiao masters, it left a fine smell of medicine.

With this little bit of medicinal smell and the relationship between the two sides, Ye Fei, who had already sneaked into the temple, felt 'déjà vu' when he passed by outside the house, and came in to have a look.

After staring at the old blind man for a moment, the fisherman then smiled and said, "I didn't pay attention to you when you were a child, but when you are old, you will see that you are an old man who looks like me, a little blind man, do you remember me?"

Su Jingzhen admired Ye Fei a little. Ask yourself, you can keep your mood relaxed when you are assassinated, but when you are easy to become Ye Fei, when you look around, you are still in the mood to talk nonsense with an irrelevant person, Su Jing can't do it.

Ye Fei had experienced Lu Jiaoba's pursuit, the most terrifying experience in heaven and earth, he really didn't feel too nervous or angry.

The little blind man, who was dying of old age, looked confused, and his mouth moved, as if he wanted to ask, 'Who are you?', but his strength was too weak to speak.

It seems that the blind old man in front of him is more important than the emperor's life, Ye Fei is not in a hurry to leave at all, and reminds with a smile: "When you were a child, there was a hunter on the official road from Qiujiang to the Spring Realm, you scolded him for 'compensating your father', think about it and see if you can remember." ”

How many times can ordinary people experience a catastrophe in their life? It was a blind old man who thought for a short time, and soon showed a trance-like expression, and after the trance, he was afraid, his mouth trembled, and he tried harder and harder, as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Fei knew that he remembered it, so he smiled even happier: "Don't be afraid, since I spare you once, I won't be too lazy to kill you in the future, I just think it's funny, I can actually see you three times, this is also fate." Those who are about to die, but if you still have any unfulfilled wishes, you might as well talk about it, and I will help you do it well. ”

Loud wheezing, muddy coughing, the blind old man was exerting his strength, so that his whole body trembled, and after several efforts, he used all his strength to finally speak, "There are assassins, there are assassins!" (to be continued......