When I returned to the village, the morning light was slightly drunk, and the grassland was covered with thick fog, white and boundless, from the horizon to the feet. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

The two passed by outside the courtyard and failed to get the eager care of the villagers. They simply ignored it, like the sigh of Cha De as soon as he entered the village: "This is a place where the light has not shone, and the bishops here have been doing one thing for thousands of years, and that is dereliction of duty!" ”

He sighed angrily, attracting the pandering of countless cronies, and the entire crowd, Tang Chuan was looking at their indifference.

"Is this really the former stronghold of the Dark Council?" Qin Yun didn't know how many times he had asked him, but Emi had the same words and almost the same tone every time, that is, suspicion.

Tang Chuan shook his head, he didn't believe what the archbishop said, but that was the only explanation he knew so far. According to his words: those dark lackeys died from the volcano that was detonated by the experiment, and as they saw, this volcano, has been dead for an unknown number of years.

Back in the room, Qin Yun was still lazily playing with her mobile phone on the bed, and her proud figure made Tang Chuan discouraged for a while and left. If you can see it or not, don't look at it.

Chad picked up his donkey and walked past him, trying to get some grass for the donkey and give him a decent breakfast, lunch and dinner.

He shouted at the donkey, knowing in his heart that this mountain should be the legendary place, but it had been nearly a thousand years, and he didn't know what was left in it.

Before he left the village, a herd of gray sheep blocked his way, like the scene of his youth trekking on the shores of the grasslands where he believed in ancestors and exotic beasts.

The people everywhere also raise sheep, and every day at dawn they take dry food and hunting rifles and hike dozens of kilometers to a place where there are abundant water and grass and how many predators there are.

Chad stood unconsciously, surrounded by sheep, and the donkey was not surprised, and went straight to the unknown green plant that had been turned over the earth wall.

As soon as he raised his hand, the flock was suppressed, and this ability to get close to the animals had no effect, but only allowed him to go out of the village with the flock.

"There is always a kind of magic in him that can influence the people around him, and it is said that there is a big man in the Holy See of Light who was so infected by him and supported him all the way to become a cardinal." There was a humane, coming from not far away, and the voice was cold.

"Lord Karagawa" Norman opened his mouth, his cheeks were intact, and he was free of yesterday's resentment, as if he had let go of everything.

Tang Chuan nodded, understanding his intention: "Say." ”

"I apologize to you for what happened yesterday, I didn't do it right yesterday." He put it on his chest and bowed down, very humble.

"Sincerity"

He handed over a photograph, "This is an elixir called by your country, maybe he is not an elixir now, but his value is higher than that of the Middle Ages." ”

It was a blood-red elixir called Dragon's Blood Grass. According to legend, it was born by bathing in dragon blood, in fact, the dragon in the cultivation realm is just a legend, and the dragon blood grass is more born next to the powerful earth dragon, flying dragon and other dragons, and it can be turned into an elixir when it becomes an adult, and its value is quite high.

This one, as he said, is incomplete, and as time passes, the energy contained in it becomes lower and lower, and perhaps in a few decades it will become a mortal grass and be planted in pots.

"This stuff doesn't work for me." Tang Chuan said.

"But......" he paused, "since your sincerity has arrived, I can do it for you, and I'll see!" ”

Norman opened his mouth wide, he originally just wanted to get Tang Chuan's relationship with A-Niang, and by the way, pull in the relationship. A strong man is popular at all times.

Watching Tang Chuan enter the house, Norman clenched his fists, and for the first time he realized that the strength he was proud of was nothing in the eyes of his peers, and he could be shocked by raising his hand.

He was not discouraged, his eyes were blazing with fighting intent, and he wanted more strength. In fact, not only him, but all those who have seen Tang Chuan, whether they are peers or the older generation, are powerless in their hearts. At the same time, most people began to cultivate hard, just for strength.

The team finally continued to move forward, and the closer they got to the mountain, the mountain that the villagers called the mountain of Helen, everyone, including Qin Yun, seemed to be boiling, sleepwalking towards the mountain of Helen, with only monotonous white in their eyes, and lost their color.

"You're here?"

A figure gradually walked out of the thick fog, she was wearing a white wide-sleeved fairy dress, Tang Chuan, who was beautiful without powder, forgot to breathe, like a fairy. He just looked at her, forgetting the three words.

"I've been waiting for you for many years, Xiao Wu told me that you won't come, I just shook my head and waited, waited. I don't know if I should wait, just wait. She was like a dream, and every word came out of her voice.

He may not be able to hear clearly, but he can feel her grievances, as if he is the person, the person in her mouth!

A cold war, he woke up, his feet on the earth, his eyes trying to separate the fog and see who she really was.

One step, two steps, her steps are still so graceful, and the worry at the corners of her mouth does not seem to be fake, until she gets closer, she is still so perfect.

Tang Chuan's ghost stretched out his hand like a god, wanting to touch her face, only to see a little ripple, white clothes like ink, and the originally clear eyes also turned bloody. Her aura gradually climbed, shrouded in white mist, and the dots of spiritual power merged into her body.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart, and subconsciously avoided it, but there was still an extra wound on his waist, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

He was just cold, and the thousands of miles under his feet were close to the extreme, this was the fighting consciousness he had exercised in the face of life and death, and now he was actually half a beat slower.

"Who the hell are you? Otherwise, I'll kill you! Tang Chuan gritted his teeth and looked at her, the halberd released his breath without concealment, and the murderous aura condensed into an entity, penetrating the fog.

"Who am I?"

The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she smiled lightly, very sweet, without the feeling of being holy like a fairy just now, only the ghost that could not be erased.

She is a blood-colored battle armor at the moment, extremely light, only covering the important parts of her body, and other places are overflowing, Tang Chuan does not need to doubt the defensive power of the streamer, the dense runes can make his heart palpitate.

"The man who killed you!"

Her eyes were cold, and she smiled one second, and the next second she was only cold.

The long sword broke through the air, stirred the clouds and mist, and turned into sword qi to kill Tang Chuan together, the speed was so fast that he couldn't dodge it even if he wanted to.

"Khooth!"

The halberd slashed into the air, slashed the attacking sword qi, and killed her with battle intent, that fairy.

She stood in the mist, ethereal as a fairy, her blood-red armor covered with crystal clear, and her slender arms and thighs were unconcealed in Tang Chuan's gaze, causing a burst of saliva.

"Kill!"

She did not retreat but advanced, the simple long sword broke through the air again and again, and hundreds of swords were stabbed out one after another in just a few breaths, constituting plum blossoms, and at that moment, it was extremely beautiful.

His pupils dilated, Tang Chuan smelled the fragrant fragrance in the air, felt the boundless sword intent, and watched the plum blossoms open in the sky to the extreme, like a miracle scene, and there was only war intent left.

This is just a sword, extremely impressive, even close at hand and like thousands of miles away, Cha De's heart is cold, after waking up, just looking at this day, this place, this fog, waiting for death to come.

"Is the legend true?" He groaned, he had never told Tang Chuan too much truth, and what he said before was only a few facts except speculation.

It's true that this is the stronghold of the Dark Council, and in fact, it has been attracting the attention of the nearby clergy since its construction.

Five hundred years ago, or even longer, it was the focus of the Holy See of Light. Since then, it has gradually disappeared, and it has taken less than a decade to go from a few words to no news.

In several other ancient books, I have to look at some records, all of which say that there was once a sword aura near the werewolf forest, and it is said that there was a sword god who cut through the mountain with a sword, and then attracted heavenly fire, destroying everything.

This is a rumor, of course, but how many of the rumors are true? Twenty-three out of ten are still there. At this moment, he wanted to roar, he wanted to lose his name, he just wanted to live.

In the thick fog, not only one person woke up, waiting for the judgment of fate.

"I kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!"

In her mouth, she said such a few words, like a real killing intent, shocking people's hearts.

"Who the hell are you!"

This is not the first time Tang Chuan has roared, every time he can't get an answer, every time it's dangerous.

I don't know when, her aura has climbed to the peak of the Xuankong Realm, like a big mountain, pressing on Tang Chuan's body, pressing him out of breath and struggling to support it.

"Who am I?"

She asked herself, holding a long sword like a female sword god, there was a hint of red between her hair, and her beautiful eyes had changed a little for the first time, and she was a little more confused.

"Whoever I am, you have to die!" The first half of her sentence is like a whisper, and the second half of her beautiful eyes are horizontal, becoming a judgment, and the sword shines brightly.

"This ......"

There is still no solution, the fog is gradually decreasing, and they are all cut off. The sky gradually became clear, and the wind was all killed by her, just monotonous sword after sword.

The quaint long sword came alive in her hand, and each sword was extremely casual, that is, casual, and simply made him almost powerless to parry.

Even if he was almost killed, Tang Chuan still insisted and wanted to get used to it. The monks of the Xuankong Realm are too rare, each of them is like a nuclear bomb, hiding in the deep mountains and regions, and the idlers can't see it at all, and it is impossible to learn anything.

If you win, you are bullying your juniors, and if you lose, you are not juniors. In short, whether you win or lose, it's the same for those seniors.

This time, by mistake, I met a woman dressed in white who looked like a fairy, and she could suppress herself by relying only on her not surprising long sword, so she let herself bully the geniuses of her peers.

Time passed minute by minute, and when she calculated, she stabbed at least thousands of swords, each of which was as powerful as lightning and powerful.

"I still feel that I am better alive!"

Even if his clothes were torn, he still pretended to be chic, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the halberd in his hand smashed several sword qi with a bang.

At this time, he was less flustered at the beginning, and more familiar. Tang Chuan believed that if the Demon Capital saw Xu Hanshan later, he would be sure to kill him with one move in the same realm.

The sword aura of the person in front of him was so powerful, he carried it all his life, not to mention Xu Hanshan's slightly immature sword intent, she already had her own way. I am moving forward step by step and going on all the time.

She is still like that, standing proudly between heaven and earth, stirring the wind and rain, and she is still beautiful without long sleeves. /p