Fang Ling vaguely seemed to see the old man appear in front of him again in his sleep, looking at him with a smile, and then his lips slowly squirmed, as if he was saying something.

Fang Ling leaned over hard, wanting to listen more carefully, but the old man in front of him had disappeared, and a sharp sword had taken his place.

Fang Ling suddenly woke up a lot, he tried to wake himself up from this "dream", but found that no matter how hard he tried, it had no effect, he pinched his arm vigorously, because he used a lot of strength to pinch it, a throbbing sensation hit him instantly, and if he looked closely, there was actually a bruise.

"It seems that this place is really not a dream?" Fang Ling muttered to himself.

He looked around him and found that he was stepping on a white patch, a white space, without any color or direction except white, white was boundless, and the only thing was himself and the sword in the distance. However, because of the distance, he couldn't see what the sword looked like.

Fang Ling looked down and found that he was still wearing his own clothes, and the space ring was still there.

He used his divine thoughts, tried to take out a bottle of aphrodisiac from the space ring, and then threw it to the side, looking at the porcelain bottle that had stopped rolling down not far away, Fang Ling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It seems that this should be an independent space, not an illusion." ”

The space ring is one of the storage magic weapons made of a kind of empty magic stone that is a specialty of the southern region of the Star Martial Realm as raw materials, and then refined by the alchemists with other materials, in fact, not everyone uses the ring as a medium, just like some people like to make belts, some people like to make bracelets, and some women like to make earrings, hairpins and other accessories. However, compared to these, rings will be more convenient, so most people choose to make rings.

At the same time, because the storage artifact contains an independent small space, when the cultivator falls into the illusion, the storage artifact cannot be used, unless it is in an independent space, otherwise it cannot be used. Therefore, since the space ring can be used, it means that this space is an independent space, and after the porcelain vase was thrown out just now, it was the same as the usual trajectory, and it did not touch anything or break, indicating that this place is as boundless as it sees, and there is no enchantment or external force to destroy the intruder.

Fang Ling, who was temporarily relieved, tried to take a step towards the sword, and after walking for about seven or eight minutes, Fang Ling stopped about ten steps away from the sword.

He gradually looked at the sword in front of him. His eyes gradually changed from curiosity to horror.

In this all-white space, the sword floated in the void not far in front of him. This was a very ordinary sword, the entire sword was rusted with a thick layer of reddish-brown rust, that's right, the sword in front of him was obviously the "treasure of the town shop!" that Fang Ling had seen from the strange old man in the dilapidated shop before!" Fang Ling couldn't be shocked.

"It seems that the reason why I am here really has something to do with that old man!" Fang Ling remembered that he vaguely saw the old man smiling at himself at first, he was not sure, but now that he saw this "treasure of the town shop", Fang Ling was almost 100% sure that it was inseparable from him.

Suddenly, Fang Ling felt a huge momentum coming from in front of him, he hurriedly looked at it, only to see that the rusty sword was trembling, and then the rust also slowly fell off, revealing the true face inside, it was a sharp sword that was black from top to bottom, whether it was the hilt or the sword body, it was a black sword, it was clearly only more than three feet long, but the momentum was as terrifying as the starry sky, Fang Ling felt that what he saw in front of him was not a sword, but a vast and boundless universe.

At this time, Fang Ling was trying to restrain the sense of oppression brought to him by the black sword, the feeling of awe in his heart.

In his previous life, he was a ninth-level alchemist and a titled Martial Emperor, and his soul power was the top in the world, otherwise he would not have directly had second-grade level spiritual power after being reborn.

However, this huge soul power, in front of the ordinary-looking iron sword in front of him, was so insignificant, as weak as a grain of sand.

Fang Ling didn't want to rush forward to observe this sword up close, but he thought about his situation carefully.

Now that he had somehow arrived in a strange space, he didn't know how to get out, instead of sitting here and waiting for death, it was better to look at the black sword in front of him to see if there was a chance to get out, and after making up his mind, Fang Ling walked towards the black sword.

Looking at it closely, the color of this sword body was even more conspicuous, under the contrast of the white space, this black sword was like the only trace of darkness left in the daytime, Fang Ling actually felt a little intimacy from above.

This intimacy from the depths of his soul attracted both sides like a peerless stunner, making Fang Ling unable to resist, only to see that the black sword slowly floated towards him, Fang Ling closed his eyes, raised his chest slightly, and the distance between the black sword and him gradually got closer.

Gradually, the two finally came together, Fang Ling first felt a chill in his chest, and when he touched the cold sword body, he felt a burst of heat in his chest, Fang Ling felt a refreshing feeling from his chest to his brain, and then, into his own sea of consciousness, straight to the soul origin. Gradually, he lost consciousness, and only felt as if he saw the old man again at the end, and he was looking at him with a smile on his face, with a hint of ill will............

The subtle dark purple of dusk gradually diffused from the sky and flowed into the glorious sunset of the western sky.

The pale yellow light shone into the small courtyard in the southernmost part of the Xiao family's compound, and reflected on Fang Ling's handsome face from the window, his eyes slowly opened, and he jumped up from the bed with a "swish".

When he saw the familiar furnishings and furniture around him, as well as the soft big bed under his feet, Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

He clearly remembered that he was still in that mysterious space just now, and then he walked to the black sword, wanting to find out, but a strong sense of familiarity from the depths of his soul instantly overwhelmed him, squeezing his original consciousness into a small point, so he was in a state of ignorance about the whole situation, and only remembered that his chest seemed to touch something, first there was a little cold feeling, and then he felt a burst of comfort, as if something had entered his sea of consciousness, and finally seemed to see the old man before losing consciousness, but he was not sure whether it was an illusion or not。

As soon as he thought of the black sword that was like Hengyu, Fang Ling immediately checked his body with his spiritual power, and did not let go of every corner, and finally even Zhihai took a closer look, but he didn't find anything abnormal, and the heart he had just lifted was put down again.

Fang Ling believed that everything that happened was inextricably linked to the old man, and there was no way to deal with that old man and his strange "treasure of the town shop" Fang Ling at present, so with the mentality that what came would be safe, he pressed this matter deep in his heart.

looked up at the time and found that it was already five quarters of the hour, and he had not forgotten that he was going to be invited to the banquet of the fifth prince Long Enhua tonight.

Calculate the time, it should be about the same!