The glory of the past, the loneliness of the present. The helplessness and desolation of the years.

Although he had been mentally prepared, the scene in front of him still made him feel the cruelty of cultivating immortals more clearly.

These days have been smooth sailing, breaking through one after another, and even having the impetuousness and pride generated by the ability to use sword qi in the foundation of sword cultivation, after facing this scene, it is like being poured on the face by a basin of cold water that is cold to the bone, and it is washed cleanly.

In the sun, looking at lifeless buildings in the distance.

Jing Qing, who was not yet able to fly with the sword, silently climbed down the steep cliff and walked along a dirt road, but deep in his heart was silently transforming.

I, never.

That rugged immortal road, the slow road to immortality, I will definitely be able to come to the end.

The entire Sword Forest Gate was empty, even if you opened the house on the side of the road, you could only see a broken skeleton and a broken sword weapon, which was not as complete as Lingtian's, not to mention any gains, even the bed was beaten into ashes with a blow.

At first, Jing Qing was still a little puzzled, why the bones of the Shoutian people could survive, but now that I think about it, it is likely that the strength of the Shoutian people is too weak to attract the attention of the strong man.

"It's good to be weak."

Jing Qing shook his head with a little pity, but he didn't have much regret in his heart.

After some psychological journey, he began to mature and no longer simply worry about gains and losses.

I am fortunate to have it, but I have lost my life, and it is not good to be too persistent.

What's more, Sai Weng lost his horse and knew whether it was a blessing, and the power of the strong man destroyed ordinary items, so what remained must be high-quality products, and Jing Qing, who lacked common sense in cultivating immortals, took great pains to select.

Searching all the way, Jingqing stubbornly opened every house and searched for every skeleton that fell on the side of the road, but unfortunately, there was no gain.

After an unknown number of years, without good storage and maintenance, countless sword weapons have lost their spirituality and become waste.

Some are even rusty like scrap metal, breaking in half at the slightest touch.

Sighing softly, Jing Qing casually threw away the waste in his hand.

After hearing the sound of "clang", a dull sound suddenly came into the ears, like a piece of iron hitting the drum surface of the big drum, which made people stunned.

"What's that?"

Jing Qing took a few steps back, his eyes constantly searching, searching in the direction where the sound came from.

Soon, a skeleton leaning against a stone wall, intact, fell into his eyes.

Sword cultivation is dedicated to sword cultivation, and the requirements for external objects are not high, even the house is made by monks relying on the blade of the sword, directly cutting down the rocks and putting them together, naturally they will not specifically level the ground, plus this is a high mountain, and the houses stretch upward, forming multiple dead ends, so that the previous Jingqing can not be seen.

Walking forward quickly, Jing Qing keenly found that there was no wound on the surface of the bones, only a crack in the frontal bone, and a broken sword not far away.

In his previous life, he had learned some detective abilities, and he soon found a deep groove above the stone wall.

Obviously, this corpse was nailed to the stone wall by someone else with a sword, and as time passed, the sword broke before it fell down.

To his surprise, this skeleton was actually covered with a green cloth robe.

Except for the luster, which is slightly dull, the appearance is actually intact, and there is no dust.

Quickly stepped forward, Jing Qing grabbed the robe and shook it vigorously, although the robe was a little wide and not very fitting, but he didn't care about anything else, and immediately put the robe on his body.

Tianlian can see that the clothes all over his body have become tattered in the dark river, and he has been shocked into cloth by the spiritual power of the cultivation Jingqing, but he has been running naked for more than a month, even if no one else sees it, it is quite a psychological burden for him.

"Buzz!"

The cloth robe was added, and suddenly there was a chirp, and Yun absorbed Jingqing's spiritual power, and then began to shrink, and soon became a fit.

The surprise was inexplicable, even if Jing Qing didn't have any knowledge, he could see that this cloth robe was a rare treasure.

Then, Jing Qing found a ring inlaid with black gems on the knuckles of the bones, although he didn't understand the use of the ring, but the sharp breath coming out of it, and it was immortal for many years, it was also a good thing.

With the harvest, there is motivation, after burying the skeleton with a big hole in the skull, along the way, Jingqing searched more seriously, I don't know if it was luck or what, after coming to the top of the mountain, there was actually a harvest in his hand.

A snow-white futon, after the vicissitudes of time, is still as white as new, the woven grass stem with its own natural pattern is very exquisite, touch the futon, a warm breath into the heart, let people feel stable.

In addition, Jing Qing also found a crystal crystal in the corner of a stone house, the ruler-sized crystal was almost completely buried by dust, if it weren't for Jing Qing's sharp eyes and good luck, he would almost have been wrong.

At the top of the mountain, Jing Qing squinted his eyes, looked at the half-hidden stone door, cleaned up his mood, and walked in.

It is also a stone house, but the building on the top of the mountain is obviously many times larger, and it can be called a palace.

The top is as high as more than 20 meters, and it is bent out of an obvious arc, and the sharp sword marks still exist to this day, and the artificial traces are very obvious, obviously a sword and a sword are cut out, which makes people look up.

The hall was so messy that you couldn't see anything from the outside.

But when you enter the interior, the cracks on the walls, the ground that almost melts into glass crystals at the foot of the front, and the scattered white bones all tell the story of the tragic battle of the year.

Walking through the hall, Jing Qing casually pulled out an ancient sword deep into the ground, staring at the gap in the blade and the clear five finger prints left on the sword, he sighed lightly, almost imagining the tragic scene at the beginning.

A long sword with sword intent soared towards the unknown mysterious immortal cultivator, but was held by the other party with one hand.

The powerful force directly crushed the sword body, killing the sword cultivator on the spot.

The elite sword cultivators of the Sword Forest Gate resisted desperately, but they still couldn't defeat that strong man, and they all died in the hall in front of this mountain gate.

And those weaker sword cultivators at the back of the main hall also died without resistance because they lost their protection.

Even the field keepers who were alone in the spiritual field were not spared.

Inserting the broken sword into the crack again, Jing Qing knew that the unknown powerhouse might not care about the items on those weak sword cultivators.

But for these treasures on the body of the sword cultivator who had the power to resist, he would definitely not let go, so he did not waste time searching in the main hall, but walked into the fork in the road on the side and walked towards the hollowed-out belly of the mountain.

The road is calm, although there is some darkness in the belly of the mountain, but it is nothing to Jing Qing, he is an immortal cultivator, and he has a special left eye, as long as there is a little light, it is enough to see the road clearly.

Most of the stone chambers on both sides were empty, obviously just a place of retreat, not worth rummaging through, and after a while, Jing Qing came to the end of the road, and the two stone chambers side by side in front of him suddenly made Jing Qing's eyes light up.

Sword material warehouse, sword room.