These two people are Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan, who escaped from the underground space of Tianfeng Terrace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Zhong Zihao left Tianfengtai, he continuously used his empty hand to cross hundreds of miles of space, and after the yuan power and soul power in his body were exhausted, he fell directly to the ground.

Some distance later, Murong Wan took him on the road, and it took a lot of time to find the hidden cave here.

It wasn't until a few hours later that Zhong Zihao woke up slowly. But before he could say a word, the violent and evil aura in his body began to sweep wantonly, making him feel the urge to slaughter the world with a magic sword in his hand, and in order to suppress this evil aura, he suffered even more.

At this time, a day and a night have passed since Zhong Zihao meditated cross-legged, and even Murong Wan, who was playing the piano on the side, was tired and almost collapsed. But in order for the former to suppress that evil aura, she gritted her teeth and persevered until now, until her face was as pale as paper.

Speaking of this, Zhong Zihao was also extremely angry, he never thought that a magic sword that ran into his body for no reason would have such a big impact on him.

This breath is not only violent, but also very evil, it can trigger the most evil and cruel thoughts in people's hearts to the extreme, as if it will not stop at all until all living beings are slaughtered.

At the most serious time, Zhong Zihao felt that he was already in the Shura Hell, and all he saw were mountains of corpses, including humans, demons, demons, and even many creatures whose names he couldn't name.

And because of the blood flowing from the killing, the mountains and plains were dyed red, and no other colors could be seen, which was the real bleeding and drifting.

At this moment, he felt completely unable to control his body, and he wanted to summon the magic sword in the dantian and slaughter the world.

If it weren't for Murong Wan stroking the qin on the side to appease him, he estimated that he had lost control at least seven or eight times, and every time he was awakened by the sound of the qin at a critical time, he had not yet been completely wiped out, and only with his tenacious will did he contend with that breath unyieldingly.

Time passed, about another five or six hours passed, and Zhong Zihao, who was sitting in the center, finally opened his eyes, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"You're awake!" A soft voice sounded at the right time.

Following the voice, I saw that the beautiful face that should have been flawless was extremely pale at the moment, as if most of the aura and vitality had been shed, and it was haggard.

"Thank you!"

Zhong Zihao was ashamed in his heart, but he didn't say anything after all, and only turned thousands of words of gratitude into two words.

Murong Wan smiled, it seemed that the withered grass that had burned out life instantly ushered in spring, and this smile was charming and refreshing.

"Since you're all right, then I can rest assured, let me rest first."

After finishing speaking, Murong Wan put away the yaoqin, leaned against the dry stone wall with her clothes, and fell asleep after a while.

Zhong Zihao could feel that she was indeed too tired, although she didn't know how long it took her to pana, but she definitely didn't think about it, otherwise she wouldn't torture the proud girl of the sky who listened to the rain pavilion like this.

With nothing to do, he summed up his trip to the underground space again.

Overall, the trip was a bit risky, but it was very rewarding. Not to mention the fountain of life that is comparable to the spirit of ten thousand medicines, there are quite a few storage rings that have been confiscated.

It is conceivable that the elixir, spirit grass and spirit stones and other things in it will be a huge wealth. What's more, he also achieved his heart's wish, and successfully picked the ghost mushroom for the virtual elder.

In addition, he also received the lanterns left by the ancient powerhouses and the zhu pen containing the laws of the Great Dao, and on the side of the Danfang, he and Murong Wan also had their own gains.

Finally, there is the magic sword that does not know the details.

The power of this sword is undoubted, but for Zhong Zihao, instead of having the slightest joy to get it, he feels that he has a bomb on his side, and if he is not careful, he may put his own life into it.

Not to mention anything else, just the powerful willpower inside, if it weren't for the help of the Chaos Bead at the critical moment, he would have been in the dark a long time ago.

However, since this strange magic sword broke into his dantian, it has not come out of it, and it seems that it is his home, and he lives there as a matter of course, and it is very comfortable.

As for throwing away the magic sword, he had already tried this idea I don't know how many times, at least in the cave for more than a day, he wanted to summon the magic sword and throw it away dozens of times.

However, the magic sword seemed to be psychic, as if it knew what was going on in his heart, and at that time, no matter what method he used, the magic sword was unmoved.

Zhong Zihao had a feeling that he should be able to summon a magic sword. However, this premise is not based on not abandoning it with your heart, but fighting with it.

The magic sword is bloodthirsty, this has long been verified, as long as his will to kill is strong enough, he can summon this black ** sword to kill. Similarly, it is not difficult to imagine that Zhong Zihao, who is holding a magic sword, will definitely increase his strength, and it is difficult to determine the extent of his power before it is verified.

Originally, there was a well-informed virtual elder who could ask for advice, but at this moment, this senior powerhouse, who was known as an encyclopedia, had already gone into retreat, and no matter how Zhong Zihao contacted him, there was no response at all.

Zhong Zihao also understood some reasons for this, thinking that when he helped him suppress the evil aura in the magic sword, he must have paid a lot of price. He should have used the Ghost Mushroom to heal his injuries as soon as he got out of trouble.

Putting these aside, Zhong Zihao felt that his cultivation had also improved significantly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, after the continuous battles of this trip to the underground palace, coupled with the demon blood and the magic sword, he obviously felt that his cultivation at the peak of the fifth order of the Huahai had improved by one point, and it seemed that there were signs of breaking through the sixth order of the Huahai at any time.

There was really no time in the previous few days, and it was rare to have leisure at this moment, Zhong Zihao put everything away, meditated cross-legged for a long time, adjusted his somewhat impetuous heart to a state of complete peace, and finally got up.

Seeing that Murong Wan was still asleep, he didn't bother much, but took out all the recent gains and slowly sorted them out.

The other items are categorized, and Zhong Zihao is even more familiar with them, and there are not many things that are more cautious: the three bottles of demon blood that were searched from Zhuang Tianyu, the ancient treasures collected from Yu Shan and others, and the Fountain of Life and the Water of Life.

These vials of demonic blood were of great significance, and he didn't dare to dispose of them at will. If I discarded it, I felt a little pity, so after thinking about it, I decided to keep it for the time being.

As for the other treasures in Yu Shan and Zhuang Tianyu's storage rings, he split them all into two and reloaded them into the two storage rings.

In the end, he took out more than half of the water of life, plus a small half of the fountain of life, and also found a container to seal it, and put it all into the storage ring that was prepared for Murong Wan.

After doing this, Zhong Zihao arranged a concealment and warning formation at the entrance of the cave, and immediately flew away in great strides.

The breeze was gentle, the fires flickered, and occasionally the crackling of dead branches could be heard, and after a short time, a strong aroma of roasted game filled the cave.

Immediately, Yiren stretched out sleepily, and with the light movement of the lotus step, his delicate body came to the side of the fire.

Zhong Zihao turned his head to look at it and said with a smile: "Did you sleep well?" ”

"Hmm!" Murong Wan brushed the slightly fluffy green silk, tidied up her clothes slightly, and replied softly with a light chin.

"Would you like to try my craft?"

"I'm a little curious about that, I really didn't know you knew how to cook."

"When you taste it, you'll feel like you've underestimated it before."

"Really?"

"If you eat it, you will know, give, this rabbit leg is for you."

"Good!"

……

After a long time, two young men and women sat side by side on the edge of a small lake.

The man was dressed in a black robe, and his figure looked a little thin, but it could make people feel that there was a huge amount of power in his body. A resolute face is indescribably handsome, and the two pupils are as black as ink, as deep as the stars in the sky.

The woman's face is pretty, and her long skirt like snow shows her graceful figure, and three thousand green silk are loosely draped on her shoulders, moving slightly with the wind. The delicate face is as crystal as jade, like a new moon, delicate and tactful, beautiful and incomprehensible, straight like a fairy in the dust.

The picture is warm and sweet, anyone who sees this scene will think that it is a pair of beautiful people talking about love here, a talented woman, and a pair made in heaven!

Neither of them spoke, and seemed to be quietly thinking about their own thoughts, or perhaps neither of them wanted to break this rare tranquility.

Until a long, long time later.

"Brother Zhong......"

"Miss Murong ......"

The man and the woman actually spoke at the same time, and after discovering this embarrassment, they closed their voices in unison and smiled at each other.

"Don't call me Brother Zhong in the future, it seems to be angry."

"Huh?" The woman didn't seem to react yet, "Then what do I call you?" ”

"Sister Zihan calls me 'Brother Zihao', like Lu Yang's friends call me 'Zihao', I think both of these titles are okay, you choose." Zhong Zihao smiled narrowly, deliberately misleading a certain fairy.

"Then I'll call you Zihao, I want me to call you the same as Senior Sister Zihan, there is no door." Murong Wan instantly saw through this guy's thoughts.

It's just that I can't help but think in my heart: It's reasonable to call Zihao, and it's not that I haven't called it anyway; You want me to call him Brother Zihao, unless...... Thinking about it, two red clouds unconsciously rose on the left and right cheeks.

It's a pity that this scene was not seen by the careless Zhong Zihao, and he was still considering another title: "Then it's a little inappropriate for me to keep calling you Miss Murong, right?" ”

"Master and uncle, they all call me 'Wan'er'......" Murong Wan hadn't recovered from her thoughts yet, and replied casually.

But in an instant, she regretted what she had just said, and when she wanted to defend something, it was too late.

"Okay, then I'll call you Wan'er in the future!"

So, from this moment on, the title between the two officially changed. Perhaps, this also indicates that the relationship between the two sides has deepened further.

"Wan'er?"

"Huh?"

"You know what? There is an inexplicable extra sword in my dantian, and according to my guess, it should be a weapon used by the power of the Heavenly Demon Clan in ancient times......"

This night, the two talked a lot.