Who's this?

Who can have such a demeanor?

Under his feet is a filthy and turbid pool of blood corpses, and around him is a blue-faced fang, malevolent demons and monsters, who make all things prostrate and beasts......

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His black hair fluttered in the wind unrestrained.

He had a long sword, soaked in blood and full of murderous energy.

He is so frightening, and he is so contradictory that I don't know how to describe it.

He is the god of war, slaughtering demons and monsters who don't know how to go, and he is also a lonely and thin young man......

Wushuang looked at the mural straight, his eyes gradually blurred, and he didn't feel stupid......

"Child! Child! ”

I was stunned when I heard someone calling.

Who?

Wushuang turned his head to look around, and his heart sank, this corridor has been walking for half a day, and there is finally someone, right? Let's see if it's friend or foe!

"Child, it's me, on the wall!"

The voice saw the unparalleled reaction, and he couldn't help but laugh, and hurriedly added another sentence.

When Wushuang heard this, he hurriedly looked at the wall again, and the shadow of the immortal on the relief of the mural gradually cleared, and a layer of mist slowly rose from the relief, and the mist gradually condensed and condensed, and finally showed a translucent human figure.

"Who are you?" Wushuang asked sharply.

"I'm naturally the one on this painting!" The phantom smiled at his lips, tarnishing the sun and the moon.

"It's ridiculous, this painting is just a dead thing, how can someone like you come out!" Wushuang sneered and held the Muxin Vine Whip in front of him.

"Xiao'er's vigilance is okay, but this weapon is a little too bad, okay, for the sake of you and my clan, I will pass it on to you!" The phantom spoke to itself.

Wushuang is full of black lines, what kind of rhythm is this?

The hard-working little grass root **** is lucky to the sky, and it has been inherited by the masters, and it has soared since then?

This is even more unreliable than the books that Harrier often reads!

The phantom was aware of this, and said, "I am indeed not the person in this painting, I am one of his warriors, this is the place where he ascends, and I am just a wisp of primordial spirit that has been left behind!" ”

"......" Wushuang was speechless, unable to believe what he said.

Xu is disdain on Wushuang's face was clear, and the phantom smiled helplessly, "I am the Huaqing family." ”

"What?" Wushuang was a little stunned now, Hua Qing's family, if what he said was true, it was her ancestor!

She tightened the whip in her hand and looked straight at him.

"What I said is true, I am the twenty-third generation of Shangxuan of the Huaqing family, and my brother is the emperor of Huaqing, and I think I was also a famous monarch back then!"

Shang Xuan twenty-three? The Huaqing family has a long history, and after a long time, the clansmen took the fifty generations as a new era and recalculated, Shang Xuan is the name of the previous era, and Wushuang is the seventeenth generation of Li Zhen, which means that the person in front of him is already a figure seven or eight hundred years ago!

"What credentials do you have?" Musou still can't be convinced.

"What do you say? You and I, with the same blood, can't we not feel it? The phantom replied.

Also, the blood bond can't be faked, even if this person is just a wisp of primordial spirit, Wushuang can feel the throbbing in his heart.

"Ancestor?" Wushuang called tentatively.

"My name is respectful."

"Respect the ancestors, be worshiped by the descendants, the descendants are Li Zhen seventeen, unparalleled." Wushuang didn't dare to hold it up at this time, and hurriedly knelt down and bowed again.

"Get up, I am very relieved to have such an outstanding junior, how is the Huaqing clan now?" Respect the old ancestor to help Wushuang up and ask.

"Back to the ancestors, the Huaqing clan has always abided by the ancient precepts, did not dare to trespass, and lived in the small land of Hualing, waiting for the day of resurrection!" Speaking of this, Wushuang felt grief in his heart.

As she grew older, she naturally learned about Huaqing's spell from her father, queen mother, and naturally turned out a thing or two from the mountains of scriptures and classics.

"Alas, what a wickedness!" Jing Lao Zu sighed lightly, "I don't think I can meet other clansmen in the future, I will leave this inheritance to you today, and I will recover my Huaqing clan." ”

That person didn't seem to be willing to talk more about the clan fortune, and he pulled Wushuang's wrist to probe the qualification meridians.

Hey?

Being pulled by the wrist of the respected ancestor, Wushuang only felt that his tentacles were cold, like ice cubes in the cold sky of Sanjiu, and it was like the clearest mountain spring in the mountains......

"How so? How so? Seeing that the phantom brows of the ancestor gradually frowned, Wushuang was uneasy.

"Ancestor, but what's wrong?"

"Alas, that's it, that's it, although you are my Huaqing lineage, but you are a great creation, my inheritance has insulted you, and I don't dare to make you a successor!"

Wushuang only listened to the Ancestor Shendao chanting for a long time, and she didn't dare to ask in detail, and then heard him say again, "I have a share of the inheritance here, since you can't do it, then I will store it with you first, and when I find a destined clansman, it is not impossible to hand it over." As for you, Xiao'er, go along here, look for a sword there, that is, the one used by my honor, if there is fate, you can naturally take it away, if not, forget it! ”

"Yes, Ancestor." Wushuang only felt that his mind was in a trance for a while, and his body followed the place in the ancestor's words.

Walking through the distance of a few lights, the eye is a majestic gate, the whole door is carved out of stone, and there are some carved beasts on both sides to guard the doorway, with green faces and fangs, angry eyes, majestic and majestic, and those who see it are afraid.

It's actually another door, could it be that there is an immortal behind this door?

Wushuang Silin's hand has reached the doorknob, and he was about to exert force, but he didn't think that the door was opened by himself!

That's amazing! Could it be that there is really some chance waiting for me?

Wushuang raised his feet and stepped forward, no matter if there was any chance, maybe what was waiting in front of him was the sword mountain and the sea of fire, the oil pot hell, and there was no chance to retreat at this time!

Yes, there is no chance!

Wushuang knows that since she entered this corridor, she has been doing things according to the pattern set by the people here, whether it is every word or deed, or every move, she has followed the wishes of the owner here......

It's come to this, even if it's hell ahead, you have to break through!

The narrow corridor was lit with sporadic fires, and at the end of the corridor was a stone chamber, surrounded by the sound of unequaled footsteps, breathing, heartbeat, and the silence was terrifying.

"Smack!" "Smack" "Smack!" ”

The green cloth boots on the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and little by little the sound was recalled throughout the stone room, the stone room was empty and terrifying, ordinary and terrifying, and it was the same as the quiet room of a cultivator.

A large stone bed covered with some decaying animal skins, and on the other side there are discarded incense burners, incense cases, futons......

Wushuang checked one place after another, and found that there was nothing dangerous here, so he gave up, walked to the incense case, studied it carefully for a long time, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Nothing out of the ordinary?

No way!

Wushuang quickly thought, where would he hide if he hid something?

That's right, there!

The most bizarre thing about the whole stone room is that there is no camouflage directly!

That's it!