The big box was not locked at all, and there was no ambush design on the way to the edge of the box, and Yi Jian quickly arrived in front of the box with Zhang Yun on his back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know what is in the box, which makes Zhang Yun and Yi Jian's expressions a little nervous and excited, and both of them subconsciously wiped their hands on their clothes to ensure that there will be no sweat in their palms and something will affect anything.

"I'm coming?" This time Zhang Yun was no longer modest, and that posture seemed to be intended to be taken seriously.

Yi Jian hesitated, but he didn't follow Zhang Yun's wishes as he had been before. He shook his head and said, "I'll do it anyway." ”

"I know you're afraid that there are still fresh things in it that can make me die in an instant, but it's all come to this point, unless you can resist the wind with nothingness, otherwise we can't even go back up, what else is there to be afraid of?" Zhang Yun said quite simply, and his expression was also very resolute.

Yi Jian looked up at the darkness above, Zhang Yun had just said how deep they had fallen, and he had just confirmed that there were smooth stone walls that had been artificially treated all around. While Yi Jian sighed countless times about the methods of his ancestors, he also knew that what Zhang Yun said was good, so he took off the broken sword in his hand, stood beside Zhang Yun and nodded.

Zhang Yun looked at Yi Jian's position and laughed "hey": "If I hadn't said that I have understood you well enough along the way, I have to think of a way to prevent you from snatching the treasure for a while." ”

Yi Jian rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.

Zhang Yun stared intently at the large box in front of him, and it took a whole cup of tea for his two hands to reach out to the edge of the lid of the box. But neither Zhang Yun nor Yi Jian felt that time was passing slowly, and they even glanced at each other in unison.

What Zhang Yun meant in his eyes was that Yi Jian must be ready to save him.

Yi Jian meant that it didn't matter if Zhang Yun was a little slower, don't make a mess.

A gap opened in the lid of the box, and the slightly floating dust was forcibly dispersed by an incomparably strong sword intent, and all of it flew back and then embedded in the box, never to have a chance to overflow again.

Yi Jian was really nervous.

Zhang Yun could feel that sweat was flowing down his neck, and the feeling brought by the box on his fingertips that had been placed here for an unknown number of years was actually so heavy, as if countless histories had been fused by the builders of this underground palace to create this box.

Raised silently, the lid of the box was lifted higher and higher by Zhang Yun, and Yi Jian also pushed the sword intent again to the position where the threshold was.

Then both of them were stunned at the same time.

There is no design, and the inside of this box is so simple and casual!?

Zhang Yun and Yi Jian didn't want to believe their eyes, so Yi Jian pulled Zhang Yun's ear, and the latter pinched Yi Jian's face.

"Didn't you dream?" The two top masters of brain power and force are stupid here, but even if there is an audience present, I am afraid that it will be the same reaction.

Went through that kind of graduate school, and then just like that? A big box that's actually a little shabby?

Zhang Yun scolded "grandma's", and then held the lid of the box with both hands and lifted it hard.

The sudden "squeak" sound made the Great Freedom Quartet Sword Intent in Yi Jian's body suddenly erupt, but it only broke out for a moment.

Because Zhang Yun smiled bitterly and waved his hand and said, "Convinced, I don't even want to scold." These seniors are really ...... It's really invincible, just open a cover, can you actually think that I will lift it hard? Hehe, ah, ah, ah, ah, the seniors are mighty!"

Zhang Yun, who had been howling for a while, simply stood aside, folded his arms and became a spectator.

It turned out that there was something behind the lid of the box, and it didn't take effect when Zhang Yun opened it slowly, but when he suddenly wanted to lift the lid of the box, the bracket had a great effect, and he just buffered most of Zhang Yun's lifting force, and then slowly went up and opened it with his spare strength.

There was a sword lying at the bottom of the box, but I don't know why there was obviously less fire around the box, so Zhang Yun didn't see at a glance what the sword that was mostly ink-colored was.

However, it was still possible to tell that it was a sword, because there were seven small white dots like snowflakes that were somewhat outlined in the light of the fire.

"Mo Xue, didn't you say that the whole body is like ink?" Zhang Yun immediately went to look at Yi Jian, and found that the other party happened to look over as well, obviously with the intention of asking, so he hurriedly continued, "I guess, I haven't seen the real thing." ”

"This sword is ominous. Whether it's ink snow or not, you'll know if you try it. Yi Jian couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart that instantly magnified after seeing this box of swords. He took off the broken sword at his waist, poured all the sword intent of the Great Freedom Quartet that had been condensed, and then stretched the broken sword into the box despite Zhang Yun's stopping eyes, and lightly touched the long sword with snow spots on the ink.

There was no reaction, and there was no reaction to the black sword in the broken box.

But Zhang Yun felt that his heart was tight, and it hurt as if a needle was pricking his head.

Yi Jian's face was a little dazed, but just when Zhang Yun felt that his head did not stop, Yi Jian also felt that something was wrong, but like Zhang Yun, he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"It's good now, I really can't tell if it's true or not, is it another test?" Zhang Yun rubbed his head vigorously, and the tingling sensation became stronger and stronger.

"It's not right, what's wrong...... Yi Jian suddenly raised his head, "There's a problem with the qi engine here, it doesn't flow or turn!"

Zhang Yun suddenly felt an unusually sharp pain in his head, as if something was about to break through his skull and rush out.

"Retreat!" Yi Jian and Zhang Yun said in unison, but Yi Jian did not yell out in pain like Zhang Yun.

Yi Jian, who was carrying Zhang Yun on his back, retreated quickly. Just as they began to retreat, the broken wooden box, which had not moved at all, suddenly changed.

There is wind and snow from the box, death from the box, and endless loneliness from the box.

Still seems to have a glimmer of longing?

Zhang Yun didn't feel it clearly, but Yi Jian, who had already touched the threshold of the sword, couldn't feel it more clearly. Scars had already begun to appear on Yi Jian's body, which were slowly appearing bloody wounds, slender and shallow, like traces left by the gentle caress of death.

"Retreat!?" Zhang Yun warned all the way, but finally raised a strong tone of surprise, because he saw that Yi Jian's body seemed to be bound by something invisible, and then he was violently pulled towards the box, the sword to be exact.

What the hell?

Zhang Yun couldn't see the flow of qi, let alone the insight of Longjue Temple, he couldn't see that the extremely rich and cold qi was tightly bound to Yi Jian like a living thing, pulling him towards the place where the sword was.