The walls of Penglai Volcano are so smooth with lava that it has few points of focus, and it is difficult to climb quickly because of the hot magma that gushes out of the crevasses from time to time.

It took most of the day for the sword to climb halfway up the mountain.

He glanced down, the height of the mountain and the depth of the sea, and his heart couldn't help but panic.

The Weasel had turned into a black spot, and the captain did not break his promise, staying where he was.

But how long he could wait, he wasn't sure, maybe the next time the fire rain erupted, the Weasel would escape.

The sword passed away and opened the Eye of Battle, and its pupils turned silver, and under that silver light, it still flickered with pain and loneliness.

These two emotions are like poison that has eaten away at his whole body.

He saw a faint trail rising along the cliff, which she had left behind, and he felt another pang in his heart.

It's afternoon, and the sun is shining on this side of the volcano, and the view is good, but the storm overhead twists into a dark whirlpool, and it's breathless.

After climbing along the trail for a while, the trail above suddenly broke.

Knowing that this was the entrance, Sword Afterlife took a deep breath and climbed faster.

The entrance is a narrow crack that is one person high.

There is an illusion on the surface, which is not visible at all from a distance.

Even if you get close, it looks like the lines on the surface of a volcano, making it difficult to spot its existence.

However, the sword has the eye of the battle sky, and can see what is under the illusion.

The entrance of the cave is covered with a complex of ancient runes, gold, blue, and black, and the dazzling runes of three colors look as old as the volcano itself.

The sword entered a narrow cave, and it was pitch black.

The tunnel is winding, a bit like the tunnel of Zhenlong Mountain, and after walking for a while in the dark, the stone steps in front of it become layer by layer extending upward.

The traces reappeared, and the sword was more certain, she had been here, and he had found the right place.

As it deepened, the heat continued to rise, first sweating into a river, and then even the sweat evaporated into heat.

In the confined space, the hot wind is coming, there is nowhere to hide, and it is extremely difficult to breathe.

The sword went straight up.

The passage of the stone stairs gradually widened, and when he reached the last floor, the stone steps descended sharply, and a large stone chamber appeared in front of him.

"Bless me, Madoka. The sword prayed in his heart and walked into the open stone room.

It is a large semi-circular space, with walls and roofs covered with glowing runes, the same as the entrance, composed of three colors.

In the center of the stone chamber is a three-color wall of fire, with light and shadow intertwined, blazing.

A soul-piercing sound came from behind the wall of fire. "Someone's coming, is that you? You're finally here. ”

Hearing the voice, the sword's heart beat faster, and he carefully bypassed the three-color wall of fire and saw the man in the shadow of the flames.

Gold, blue, black, and three-colored flames twisted into ropes that bound the man's limbs.

The man's body is perfectly proportioned, taller than the giants of the Western Barbarians, and the sword can only look up when he dies.

He was young in appearance, with soft facial features forming a resolute face, dark eyes and long hair, reflecting the fire vigorously.

From the moment he saw the man, the sword trembled involuntarily.

In front of this man who seemed younger than him, Jian Death felt that his life was like a crumbling candle flame.

He knew in his heart that the other party looked like a young barbarian prisoner, but he was a real god.

The young, black-haired god looked down with a breathtaking gaze and a look of disappointment.

The sword found it difficult to get words out of his mouth.

"Mortal, don't be afraid, who told you about this place, and how did you know about this cage?" the god put away his aggressive light, his eyes lowered, and he scanned the ground.

"There was once a woman who came here and she told me about this volcano. ”

The black-haired god raised his head, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and his tone softened a lot, "Is she here?"

"She's dead. The sword died in a trance.

The god chuckled. "Liar, eighty percent of her drunken mention of this place, happened to be heard by you, a lying adventurer, I gave her a star pendant, which is a whole star, and that star is good enough to protect her. ”

"Killed her, too, and you know I'm telling the truth. The sword said, sweat flowing, and the three-colored flames made the temperature here extremely high.

He couldn't wait to leave after being in the sword-forging room all year round, the Five Saints Trial that killed her was vivid, and people's greed was endless.

"You can see that you care about her. The young god examined the sword and died. "What about the child? What about her child?"

Jian Jisheng deliberately avoided this question and asked rhetorically, "Why don't you ask how she died?"

The god was expressionless. "Mortal, is this what you came for, let me remember a dead woman. ”

"I just want to know how much she means to you. The sword said.

"Don't speculate about the gods, the Sword Clansmen, at the beginning of the formation of the world, seven men knelt before me and begged me to give them strength, among them your ancestors, together we expelled the first darkness and locked the seven original sins in my tower, and in return, the descendants of the seven men will serve me for the rest of their lives, which means that you are also my slave, answer my question, what about her children?"

"I refuse, you are not my God. Sword said at the risk of death.

The black-haired god said, "Without me, all seven of them would have died, the world wouldn't be what it is, you wouldn't even be born, everything is in the theorem of cause and effect." ”

"I'm not here to talk to you about the past, no one remembers you anymore. ”

"Mortal, my patience is running out, but I can understand it. The black-haired god looked at the sword's dark arm. "How many years has the Sword Clan continued this tradition? You still don't know the meaning of the black hand, do you? Those words are my language, I can explain it to you, you know, your brand was called black shackles in my time, these divine words record crimes, the words on your arms are very ugly, ancestors have sinned, descendants will pay for them! Twenty-eight crimes, including, murder, deception, stealing... , and even killing relatives, your ancestor was really a man of God, that's why you are so ungodly?"

The sword was stung by the words of the god and retorted: "The black hand is a symbol of the honor of the sword clan! ”

The god chuckled and said, "I don't know any Sword Ancestor, but from the black shackles, I can understand that he must have committed a lot of crimes, and you actually regard this as honor, hehehe, time will always distort the facts." ”

"I don't believe you. Sword Death shook his head in disappointment. "A god who cannot protect himself from cunning. ”

"Megalomaniacal bug, I should have killed you. The god said murderously. "I am imprisoned, but if you move your mind, you will evaporate like water in an instant. ”

The young god's body suddenly exuded boundless killing intent.

Even in such a hot environment, Jian Death still felt the hot sweat turn into cold sweat, and his knees went limp, and he forced himself to be less afraid.

"I know very well the power of God, killing mortals is as easy as breathing, but..."

"But I don't know why you're here. The young god finished the second half of the sentence for the sword's death. "I won't kill you, gods or people, it's all curious. ”

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