There was nothing else in the stone room except this sword, Wushuang didn't want to stay in this place for long, pulled a piece of animal skin from the bed and carefully wrapped the sword body in two layers, and made sure that there was no sign before stopping, took out a slender strip of cloth from the Qiankun bag, and tied the animal skin tightly, and then suddenly carried it to her back, and she had to continue to find a way out!

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The blue-faced fanged beasts on the walls were lined up, and they were even more terrifying by the light of the green fire, and the lantern-sized eyes seemed to have intelligence, and they all looked at the little girl in the corridor.

The girl's petite and thin figure was hidden under the wide black robe, which was stained with a lot of dust and mud, but it did not detract from the girl's original elegance in the slightest, and she carried a heavy weapon wrapped in strips of cloth behind her, almost as tall as her.

A small snow-white face was faintly visible under the wide hood, some narrow phoenix eyes with a cool and thin essence, and the red lips were slightly raised, as if they were disdainful of this terrifying method.

She walked step by step with a graceful demeanor, as if she was not a narrow corridor full of dirt under her feet, and she was not surrounded by green-faced and fanged demons, she was walking in a noble and elegant palace, stepping on clean and dust-free white jade, wearing a gorgeous and precious embroidered gold robe, she should be a princess who enjoys the dignity of the world, and she is indeed like this.

His gaze swept over the relief mural beside him, was that so?

Wushuang saw that this scene was the scene where the beasts knelt and worshipped, the person in the middle, or the god, was independent, noble and elegant, he held a heavy sword in his hand, stepped on the corpse mountain and sea of blood, and looked at the world.

By the way, the sword in his hand!

Look at the size, pattern, and style, isn't it just that you are carrying a handful! Although it is wrapped in thick rust, I don't know why such a famous sword hides its edge, but I think it should be some kind of seal! But it can be vaguely seen that the shapes and styles are engraved on the reliefs.

Could it be that the respect for the ancestors is that the person carved on this mural is not successful? As for the so-called place of ascension, is it the humble stone chamber just now? And isn't carrying this sword on your back a powerful weapon?

Hehe......

It's a big pie in the sky!

I thought that the ownerless weapon was actually possessed by a great power, but even so, why didn't that great power take his matching sword with him when he ascended?

It's really weird!

Forget it, what are you thinking about so much, since this sword is now your own, let's just make good use of it, so as not to live up to the reputation of that great power.

Thinking of this, Wushuang untied the sword from behind his back and put it in front of him, while he knelt down and saluted.

"The younger generation is unparalleled, occasionally got the ancestor sword, shocked by the heavens, admired in my heart, poured for the ancestors' demeanor, the younger generation and this sword is also fate, first borrow it temporarily, and then meet the ancestors in the future, and then return it. Please also ask the seniors to forgive the younger generations for being rude! ”

After that, Wushuang kowtowed three times to the relief mural, which can be regarded as an apprenticeship.

After explaining the situation to the great power on the relief, Wushuang got up and slapped the dust and dirt on his body, and then he picked up his sword again and walked forward.

In the underground corridor, the lonely figure of Wushuang is still walking towards the invisible end, with a firm step, hoping to find an exit, and He Harrier Luo will not worry about her anymore.

At this moment, above the nine heavens, the fairy world.

A handsome young man looked at the scene that happened in the Nether just now and hooked his lips and smiled, and the cheerful smile on his cold face was something that everyone could feel, which caused the rest of the immortal monarchs to look at each other suspiciously, what kind of medicine did this master take today? The cold face that has not melted for thousands of years actually smiled? All the immortal monarchs were worried in their hearts, could it be that they had something wrong to serve and provoke this person to be angry?

It's really terrifying, please be blessed by the gods and Buddhas! Hey, no, they seem to be full of gods and Buddhas......

No matter how suspicious others were, the handsome young man was full of smiles and joy in his heart.

He had never seen such a shameless little baby in his life, obviously he subdued his original saber with brute force, and he had to say something shocking to the gods, admiration or something, he really opened his eyes and said nonsense, but this nonsense is serious, and it is really interesting.

"Shuofang Zhanjun, but there are any unscrupulous people in the Nether Realm, but you want your subordinates to capture them first?" The priest standing next to him lowered his eyes and asked respectfully, not daring to make a mistake.

The handsome young man was dressed in a black robe embroidered with flowers on the other side, which was incompatible with this fairy-like, elegant and noble fairy world, but no one dared to put his beak, and stroked the sleeves of the black robe with wide hooks and gold edges, "Go down, you don't need to serve here." ”

The gods retreated, and everyone didn't dare to say more, and there was another scene of singing and dancing, dancing and music.

It's just that in Shuofang Zhanjun's heart, those noble and elegant fairies are all boring, and they are not as interesting as the villain below!

Wushuang didn't know what was happening in the heavenly fairy world, and naturally she didn't know that there was a voyeur peeping at her, and she was engrossed in finding the exit, hoping to get out of this corridor as soon as possible. But the strange thing is that no matter how she goes, the scene around her has not changed at all, and there is no end in sight.

Looking ahead, there is the bottomless pit that is black and invisible, as if it is going to devour everything.

No, it's not true!

Wushuang stood still, no longer taking a step forward, carefully reflecting on everything he had experienced since entering this corridor.

I was in a fight with that demon cultivator, and when that demon cultivator came out of the air, I lost consciousness, and when I woke up again, I was in the corridor. But at that time, I remembered clearly, obviously the two sides were almost the same scene, both were deep like a bottomless pit, I just chose a random road to lead to the stone room, and now it seems that the other side clearly does not exist!

Yes, it doesn't exist. No matter who is behind the scenes, his purpose is to let himself discover the stone chamber, maybe to get the sword, or maybe to see his ancestor.

Now, when the goal is achieved, isn't there no need to exist here, so why bother walking here for a long time!

Yes, yes, yes!

All this in front of me is an illusion, and it does not exist in the world, which means that everything I have just experienced does not exist, let alone get lost and cannot find a way out. It's just a cocoon and a mediocrity!

Thinking about all this, Wushuang's heart was clear for a while, his heart moved at will, and he followed his heart......

Hit it all out!

Just against the relief mural on the side, this is the way out!

Sure enough, under the swift attack, everything in front of him, distorted, changed, and finally disappeared, leaving no trace.

"Peerless, Peerless ......"

Hearing the voice calling for himself in his ears, Wushuangfu opened his eyes again, and there was still a mass grave in front of him, and the anxious voice of Harrier Luo hit the eardrum, and the group next to him was a demon cultivator who had no power to fight back, just now, and it was just a dream!