Where is this?

Wu Ming was stunned and looked at the bronze gate carved with divine beasts such as Pixiu and gluttony in front of him, and his heart was in chaos, he was standing in a dark space at this time, and he was still holding a sharp white bone half a zhang long in his hand, which was clearly entering the consciousness space where the white bone was. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But the space was dark before, but I had never seen such a huge bronze ancient door several feet high and wide enough to accommodate more than a dozen people side by side.

He vaguely remembered that before, he was doing a soul path talent test in the Soul Exorcism Palace, and for some reason he was taken to the consciousness space in the dark in front of him.

There was a trace of white cold air wafting in the space, wanting to freeze the body he formed with his consciousness, but he still held the mysterious white bone in his hand, he just waved the white bone shaped like a long sword at will, and those bone-chilling cold qi immediately died down, and he didn't know where he went.

"The cold is dispelled, so I should pass the soul path test, right?" He happily said to himself. didn't know that the outside world had already exploded because of his performance.

Being frozen by the Soul Suppression Ice Spirit for dozens of breaths, this is simply something that only the legendary immortals can do, if it weren't for the fact that Wu Ming had been determined to be a human being, Yan Jia and the three would have suspected that he was a monster pretending.

Wu Ming, who was immersed in the space of consciousness, didn't know what was going on outside, but curiously looked at the bronze gate in front of him, the divine beast on the door was vividly depicted, and the knife work could be seen, and he didn't know which dynasty was the work of the craftsman.

Attentively, he found three neat italicized characters on several bronze beast portraits:

Blaze Sky.

He is a master of calligraphy himself, and he was attracted by these three majestic and sonorous characters at just one glance. The word is the most square italics, one stroke is just and powerful, there is no special style, but it makes people deeply imprinted into the bottom of their hearts at first sight. If he practiced calligraphy for more than 30 years in his previous life and in this life, he could only slightly understand the artistic conception of it.

While admiring the four big characters, he thought in his heart, the so-called "Chixiao Heaven" seemed to refer to the name of the first heaven in the Nine Heavenly Realms in ancient myths and legends.

In ancient legends, there are nine layers of talent, and each layer is a unique world, so there is a saying of "nine heavens". In today's era, the Taoist theory of the fairy world has become the mainstream, and people think that there is only one fairy world in the sky, and the Nine Heavens theory has disappeared as a matter of course.

Could it be that behind this huge bronze gate, there is the legendary first heavenly realm that has disappeared, Chixiao Heaven?

The bronze door looks too heavy to push open. However, the moment Wu Ming put his hand on it, the door automatically and slowly opened, and what came into view was an empty stone room that was neither too big nor too small, with a circular altar built with jade in the center, and a long sword with a red body was inserted straight into the center of the altar.

Except for the altar and the crimson sword, there was nothing in the room.

The white bone in his hand began to vibrate after seeing the red sword, as if he wanted to express a joyful mood, feeling the emotion conveyed in the white bone, Wu Ming walked to the altar and looked at the long sword.

Because part of the sword body was inserted in the altar, the exposed sword body was much shorter than the half-zhang long white bone, and the sword handle and the sword body were covered with red light, the red light was not just light, but also exuded an amazing heat outward, and Wu Ming actually felt a real burning sensation when he got closer.

It's a scorching sword.

Do you want me to pick up this sword? But just by getting closer, there was a heat wave in the nose, and I was afraid that half of the palm of my hand would burn if I grabbed it.

Wu Ming stood in front of the altar, hesitated for a while, but still had to pull out the sword. Because he didn't know how to get out of this space, there was only a huge bronze door in the space, an altar and a long sword, and when he opened the door, the long sword was placed in front of him, and the way out should fall on this sword. 、

He had a strange premonition that he couldn't get out without drawing his sword.

The moment the hand grasped the hilt of the sword, the expected scorched palm did not appear. On the contrary, unlike the scorching red light, there was a faint cooling sensation coming from the hilt, as if it was grasping a piece of cold iron that had been refrigerated in a quiet place for a long time.

However, the hilt of the sword was easy to grasp, but the blade of the sword was inserted into the stone platform I don't know how deep, and he used all his strength with one hand, and the long sword was still firmly erected on the altar without the slightest wavering. As a last resort, he simply went directly to the altar, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and used a gesture of "pulling the radish upside down", wanting to pull the long sword out of the altar.

No, the long sword felt his strength increase, and suddenly the red light shone brightly, and the air soared! The red sword was like a burning flame, printing and dyeing the entire blue-black wall of the stone chamber red, and the next moment, Wu Ming let out a muffled cry, and was hit by the red light from the pavement, and flew upside down several meters in the air, hitting the wall of the stone chamber before falling to the ground.

"Grandma's, doesn't this sword have its own consciousness? It's a little stubborn. ”

Holding his chest with a faint pain, Wu Ming smiled bitterly, but he didn't dare to approach this long sword again, this time it was just flying, and who knows what will happen next time.

Just as he wanted to give up drawing his sword, the white bone in his hand seemed to feel his thoughts, and took the initiative to reveal an off-white sword intent light, like an endless vine, enveloping the long sword in the air in the air. At first, the long sword trembled and let out a few sword sounds, but in a few seconds, the red long sword stopped struggling, and was tamed to be surrounded by the nameless sword intent in the white bones.

Wu Ming was overjoyed, and said in his heart that this mysterious white bone was big, and he subdued this unknown red sword as soon as he made a move. He was about to get up and draw his sword again with the help of the white bones, when the situation in front of him changed again,

It turned out that the gray-white sword intent that the white bones used to subdue the red long sword was the nameless sword intent that Wu Ming had cultivated with the help of the white bones in the past few days. The nameless sword intent does not stick to the attributes, it will always be ethereal gray-white, whether it is the grandmaster-level sword intent raised by Wu Ming in the previous life, or the ordinary sword intent that has only been raised for less than ten days in this life, the nameless sword intent raised after obtaining the white bones is the same.

It is called nameless sword intent, and it also has the meaning of attributeless sword intent.

But at this moment, after wrapping the red long sword, the nameless sword intent underwent an unexpected change for the first time. As if assimilated by the red heat released by the long sword, the gray-white sword intent began to gradually stain crimson: at first a trace, then a spot after spot eroded, and in the end, all the nameless sword intent wrapped around the long sword turned into a fiery red color.

Wu Ming watched all this but there was no way to stop it, fortunately, although those nameless sword intents were dyed an unfamiliar red, they still accepted his control, otherwise he would have forcibly cut off the connection with the white bone space in horror. Faced with this temporary change, he forced himself to calm down, wanting to see what this sword intent could eventually change.

The red light filled the entire stone room, and the light was so strong that it was almost about to turn into a mist-like entity, Wu Ming squinted his eyes, staring at the long sword in the center of the light, and his eyes were stung by the blazing light and refused to look away.

Eventually, the red light gradually became faint, and the long sword seemed to have exhausted all its strength, and no longer emitted dazzling brilliance. Wu Ming's eyes widened, and without the light to obstruct him, he saw three small white characters on the crimson sword.

Zhu Lihuo.

This is a sword named "Zhu Lihuo" in the Red Sky Sky.

Seeing that the red light had faded to the extreme, Wu Ming strode forward, lifting the hilt of the sword upside down, and with the control of the nameless sword intent, the long sword was brought down lightly, without any resistance. Wu Ming held the sword in both hands, and his ten fingers gently brushed the sword body, this sword was very peculiar, the whole body was red light, the weight was symmetrical, and the most important thing was that it was not made of metal, but made of red light, these red lights were like their own nameless sword intent, condensed into substance, ordinary people would subconsciously think that this light was a condensed fog.

Could it be that this long sword is actually made of sword intent?

Wu Ming was extremely shocked in his heart, if this was a long sword composed of sword intent, what kind of person should it be who condensed such a mellow sword intent?

As if sensing the thoughts in his heart, the long sword in his hand shone again, but this time the red light did not hurt Wu Ming, but shot directly into his eyebrows, showing a strange scene in his sea of consciousness.

In my mind, a smiling young man in tight black leather armor and boots stood on a barren land. The young man, with short white hair and a slightly thin body, was holding a long blade that looked like a knife rather than a sword, and a sword rather than a sword, and was looking ahead. As far as his eyes could see, nine people of different shapes, fat and thin, dressed in black, white, red, and blue costumes, lined up in front of him with murderous energy.

These nine people are old and young, tall and short, six men and three women, and their dresses are also different, and there are even two demon clans with wolf heads and hairy faces. Their hands were empty, and they were not afraid of the white-haired youth holding the blade, but their eyes were sharp, piercing the sky, as if they wanted to tear the young man in front of them alive.

"Bai Wuyue, as a sword god, you actually used three indiscriminate means to steal our natal divine sword, what do you want? Could it be that you are afraid that our kendo powerhouse will replace your position, so you will use this method! ”

Among the nine people, an old man in his old age opened his mouth and scolded, his eyes were round, and his bearing was incomparably majestic.

The white-haired young man smiled and said nothing, but raised his right foot and gently stepped on the earth, and with his step, the originally barren and barren earth shook violently, as if it was about to burst. The nine people were shocked, and they all took a few steps back under alert, only to realize that at some point, nine long swords of different colors but all of them were unparalleled in the ground where they had been standing.

The nine people were secretly shocked, because those nine swords were the natal divine swords they had lost.

"What the hell do you want to ......" The old man looked puzzled, not understanding why the other party had exchanged the nine-handled artifact for them so easily.

"If you don't use some extraordinary means, how can you greedy people who are afraid of death take the initiative to come to the Sword Shrine to challenge this seat?" The white-haired young man looked up and laughed, and a fiery battle intent appeared between his eyebrows.

"Not good!" The old man exclaimed loudly, quickly stepped forward and pulled out his own natal sword, and then his feet did not stop, and he disappeared without a trace, and his means of escape were unpredictable, making the other eight people stunned and secretly annoyed. They originally agreed to have nine people advance and retreat together, but they didn't expect that before the war started, they ran away first, and they were not sure about this battle, but now that they have escaped one person, the probability of winning is even lower.

"Let's go!" Another man stepped forward and drew his sword, and fled with the wind at his feet. The rest of the people saw that the general trend had gone, and they followed suit, and the nine fled without a fight, turning into gusts of wind, and dissipating in the heavens and the earth in a moment, as if they had never been to this heaven and earth.

"How can my Beichen Sword Shrine come and go so easily?"

The white-haired young man's face remained unchanged, and he sighed lightly, these nine people worked together, and there was originally a glimmer of life to defeat him, but since he chose to escape, they were all dead.

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