This sound directly made Qingyanghuan's figure stumble.

Look at the posture, it's angry.

"The environment of the Sword Emperor Palace is good, there is food and drink, and I will live here in the future. After a pause, Qingyang Huan said loudly.

The Heavenly Sword King's face turned black in vain.

"Lord Sword Emperor went into retreat yesterday. The next moment, the Heavenly Sword King said.

"Yesterday?"

"Yes, the old man doesn't know, if you know, the old man is also in retreat. ”

"Ah Huan, you are so unwelcome. The turtle who was lying on Qingyang Huan's shoulder laughed directly.

Blame me, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but spread his hands.

Soon, Qingyang Huan fell to the Heavenly Sword Peak with the Heavenly Sword King, and unlike the Thousands of Sword Peaks in the Sword Emperor Mountain Range, there was only one thatched house on the Heavenly Sword Peak, and two boys who sprinkled water and swept the dust.

The Heavenly Sword King regained his expression, as the king of life who transcended the long river of reincarnation and initially jumped out of fate, his joys, sorrows, and sorrows have long been unrestrained in the world, and he naturally has no good face for this little ancestor in front of him, and he is a lot older, and a young ancestor has come.

"I'm here to know their whereabouts. ”

Soon, sitting on the top of the Sword Peak outside the house, Qingyang Huan also restrained his expression and took the lead in speaking, it seems that if he doesn't speak, the Heavenly Sword King will not be ready to speak.

As a powerhouse of the King of the Seven Heavens, the Seven Emotions and Six Desires were already at will, and he naturally noticed that his emotions did not have the slightest malice, just like an old naughty boy who had a temper.

"All disappeared, a hundred years ago in the depths of the Ruins of Pengzun and Longzun mysteriously disappeared, it is rumored that they went to the Chaos World, as for the Wild Zun also disappeared, where can we know the whereabouts of the ancestors. ”

With a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Sword King grabbed the jade pot on the stone table in front of him, and filled the jade cup in front of Qingyang Huan with spiritual tea, and the sword light splashed in the jade cup.

This is the sword tea that has been transformed by the erosion of sword qi in the Sword Emperor Mountain Range over the years, and has the effect of dredging the meridians.

"But nine years ago, the Humane Qinghua Emperor Star flashed away in the starry sky, and then disappeared without a trace. ”

Listening to the Heavenly Sword King's words, Qingyang Huan did not make a sound.

Then the Sword Emperor stepped into the starry sky, and there was no trace of the Empress Empress. ”

"Senior sister?"

Seeing the expression of the Heavenly Sword King, Qingyang Huan showed doubts.

"My senior sister is the contemporary Qinghua Emperor. ”

"Yes. ”

After receiving a positive answer, Qingyang Huan suppressed the waves in her heart, thinking that in the depths of the endless starry sky, that peerless graceful posture, and the stars in the sky seemed to be all decorating her majestic crystals.

"By the way, when there was a battle outside the Xiaomang Continent, there was no news from Senior Brother, I don't know. ”

After that, Qing Yanghuan took out a pitch-black token and said.

However, the Heavenly Sword King shook his head and did not make a sound.

No one knows what the outcome of the conquest in the endless starry sky will be after the collapse of the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent, and when everything is calmed down, the Holy Emperor and the Divine Emperor who are surrounding the land of the human race retreat, and the Dao Emperor pursues and kills the Jialuo warrior into the depths of the starry sky, and the Ziwei Emperor also disappears, and the soul of the Aotian Sword Emperor is also missing.

All of a sudden, there was a brief silence on the Heavenly Sword Peak.

Airplanes.

Qingyang Huan, who was rubbing the Sword Emperor Order, found that there was an unexpected aura in the Sword Emperor Order, but he did not dig deep, but temporarily put the Sword Emperor Order away.

"By the way, follow me. ”

As the Heavenly Sword Dynasty went deep into the earth of the Sword Emperor Mountain Range, the mountains were majestic, but under the sword peaks, the mountains and rivers seemed to be undulating and endless.

In the depths of the central earth of the Sword Emperor Mountain Range, looking at the void in all directions here, you can see the hanging sword mountains, majestic and majestic, surrounded by fairyland, forming a sharp contrast with the earth.

Under the Sword Emperor Mountain, there is the Sword Mound.

Buried in the fall of the Sword Emperor Palace, from the early days of ancient times, it has stretched for one hundred and eight epochs, the sword mound is underground, it is a huge underground palace, stretching for I don't know how many thousands of miles.

There is a breath of vicissitudes and silence flowing in the underground palace, and the traces of time linger on every sword tablet, on the tomb, the sword tomb is inserted with a rotten and broken sword, and even some tombs are just a small mound.

As far as the eye can see, the tombs are densely packed and undulating like small hills, and at intervals there are ever-bright lamps dancing faint flames, and the flickering firelight illuminates the silent graves.

"Most of the burials here are the warriors of the Sword Emperor Palace of the past dynasties, they fell into the hands of foreign races, and some of them died without corpses, only their bodies remained, or even just buried their weapons. ”

The Heavenly Sword King took Qingyang Huan towards the depths of the sword mound and walked all the way.

"Here, there is no difference between the Sword Emperor and an ordinary swordsman, and the Sword King is just a pile of sealed soil. ”

In this way, the two of them walked towards the depths of the sword mound for a long time, looking at the tombs all around, Qingyang Huan had curiosity in his eyes, and he didn't know why the Heavenly Sword King brought him here.

"Brought you here is the ancestral training, and in the depths of the sword mound are buried the disciples and apprentices of the former Soul Venerable, that is, your senior brother Soul King and nephew Fallen Heavenly Soul King. ”

"Senior brother and nephew, are they buried here?"

As the Heavenly Sword King walked to the depths of the sword mound, there was a little fire swaying in the ten thousand year lamps, and in the depths of the sword mound, Qingyang Huan saw two tombs side by side, which were lonely and incompatible with the other sword tombs in the sword mound.

The sword tomb in the sword mound was surrounded by a cold sword light, and the sword roared, even if those who used to hold the sword had fallen, but the remaining trace of residual thoughts still flashed with sword light.

And the two tombs located in the depths of the sword mound, there are only two small sealed soils, which can even be said to be two small mounds, surrounded by a kind of soul power, as if they are not in the sword mound, but in another time and space.

"This is it?"

Without answering with the Heavenly Sword King, Qingyang Huan saw two tombstones standing in front of the two tombs, one tablet was engraved with 'Soul King', and the other tablet was engraved with 'Fallen Heavenly Soul King'.

Simple, there is no other lettering, the tombstone with the engraved font presents a pale blue color, a kind of spiritual wood, and even gives birth to a few tender green buds, gently swaying in the swirling soul power.

"Evergreen wood. ”

Gu Buxian suddenly ran down from Qingyang Huan's shoulder, stared at the two wooden tablets in front of the tomb, and said loudly.

"Big deal, this is the real heaven and earth spirit wood, evergreen, even if the world is destroyed, the ancient wood is still evergreen, this is the treasure used to build the emperor's coffin, it is rumored that in the Middle Ages, there is a human emperor of your human race is to create a coffin with eternal evergreen wood, even if the years go by, the eternal is still evergreen. ”

"How can my senior brother's tomb be in the Sword Emperor Palace?"

However, the Heavenly Sword King shook his head, and he didn't know why there were these two tombs in the depths of the Sword Tomb, and there was no record in the Sword Emperor Palace.

Airplanes!

Perhaps it was Qingyang Huan who brought vitality, and the scattered soul power that lingered outside the two tombs began to tumble, and this soul power was like a spiritual will, intertwined and concluded.

The Soul King is a disciple of the Sixth Master Uncle's Soul Venerable, but what really makes a name for himself in the heavens is his disciple Fallen Heaven Soul King, a strong man with the strength of the emperor, who finally falls.

It's just that I didn't expect the master and apprentice to be buried in the Sword Emperor Palace.

"What is this?"

At this time, Qingyang Huan saw that there were ashes left under the tombstones of the two tombs.

"The other two little ancestors will come every once in a while to pay respects. The Heavenly Sword King raised his eyes to look at the burned ashes and said loudly.

Soon, the Heavenly Sword King left under the pretext of leaving, leaving only Qingyang Huan and Gu Buxian, Qingyang Huan bowed to the tomb of the Soul King, as for the nephew of the Heavenly Soul King, although he was a person a long time ago, he couldn't stand him to worship, and then sat cross-legged outside the two tombs.

As for the turtle is not immortal, the two little eyes are staring at the eternal green wood made into a wooden tablet, and the small eyes are dripping around, Qingyang Huan doesn't have to think about it, he knows what the hell this little bastard is doing, this is absolutely impossible.

Qing Yanghuan, who was sitting outside the tomb, felt the soul power swirling around, and began to wander towards his body, these soul powers exuded the atmosphere of vicissitudes and decay, and they had been silent for too many years, just like an old man in the twilight, old and rickety.

Buzz! Buzz!

Feeling the soul power swirling around his body, Qing Yanghuan seemed to feel that he was wrapped in a thick haze, giving him a dull feeling, and his breath was a little depressing.

The speed of the interweaving and condensing of the entangled soul power is getting faster and faster, and the illusory soul path laws in the soul power are derived, as thick as a big pillar, and the intertwining seems to be weaving a magnificent world.

A faint divine light lit up outside the tomb, and the turtle immortal forcibly raised his head from the eternal green wood and looked at the intertwined laws of soul power.

"It's so powerful, after falling for so long, you can still control the laws of the soul path to build an illusory world, what do you want to say to Ah Huan, don't worry about it for now, the baby is important, take a few more looks." ”

Then, the eyes of the turtle immortal fell on the eternal green wood again, such an immortal treasure, don't you think it is more compatible with the immortal turtle?

Call!

With the conclusion of the soul power, the sound of running water came from Qingyang Huan's ears, and the decaying vicissitudes of life around him became heavier and heavier, so that Qing Yanghuan felt as if he was about to be assimilated.

The picture of the tomb also crumbled inch by inch, evolving into another ancient and silent time and space.

The distorted sky, the black sand rolling up the sky, the undulating mountains of the earth, and the swaying of black trees, Qingyang Huan entered this world in a trance.

Trample!

He got up and walked forward, and under his feet were rotten white bones, which were densely sprinkled on the ground, some of which shimmered with a faint pale golden luster.

After turning over this hill, I saw a huge skeleton as high as the hill, hundreds of zhang high, the whole body was gilded, the huge head was towering to the sky, and the dragon's horns were as fierce as a glazed jade tree.

On top of the huge body, the two pairs of unfolded feathers were only pale golden bones, and the four hooves stepped into the sand under their feet, and the dome was powerful.

Ancient Pegasus!

Seeing this scene, Qing Yanghuan's eyes also showed doubts, why did the soul power crochet such a world scene?

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