After Sikong Twilight died, he left Xiao Tong behind, and at that time, because Sikong Twilight himself had been infected with demonic energy, he inadvertently transitioned to Xiao Tong. At that time, there was still Sikong Dusk's existence suppression, so the demonic energy in the child's body did not burst out, and when Sikong Dusk died, the demonic energy in the child's body exploded in full.

"Originally, Sikong Twilight was the one who asked Xiao Tong to help find the inheritance, but Xiao Tong was infected by the demonic qi and had a grudge against Sikong Twilight in his heart, so no one who came could enter, and they were all killed in the teleportation array." Honghuan sighed, there were at least tens of thousands of monks who died in this sword shrine.

I see, Tang Yue looked at Honghuan and wondered, "Then how did you get here, senior?" ”

There was resentment and loss in Honghuan's eyes, he and all the sword spirits here were forcibly brought into the sword shrine by Sikong Dusk. Their masters were all people who had an enmity with Sikong Dusk, and after Sikong Dusk killed their master, he took them to the sword mound.

Hearing this, Tang Yue was puzzled, "Didn't you say that after the sword cultivator died, the natal sword would die with it?" Why do children follow you?"

"That madman Sikong Dusk, in order to build the sword mound more perfectly, created a practice by himself: the 'method of stripping', and forcibly separated them from their masters. We all know that sword cultivation and natal sword are the fusion of divine souls, and the method of stripping can forcibly strip away the soul of sword cultivation, and then annihilate it. ”

The pain of soul damage, presumably even a monk is unwilling to try, let alone this kind of pain that is annihilated after direct peeling, their master was tortured to death by this pain.

Hearing the resentment in Honghuan's tone, Tang Yue asked suspiciously, "Haven't you ever thought about going out?" ”

Think. How don't you want to, they want to go out in their dreams.

"We can't get out, Sikong Twilight has already smelted our divine soul with the entire sword shrine." In the later stage of Sikong Twilight, he was infected by demons. The whole person has become more and more tyrannical and ruthless.

It is estimated that these sword spirits are not hated by Sikong Twilight.

"Why did you just persuade me not to accept the inheritance?" Tang Yue had always been puzzled in her heart.

"Sikong Twilight has been infected by the demons in his heart, are you sure you want to accept the inheritance he gave? Aren't you afraid that he will have a back hand? "Honghuan himself doesn't believe that Sikong Dusk really wants to leave the inheritance, you must know that Sikong Dusk has no good impression of the entire Ten Thousand Cultivation Continent monks at all because of the things that were plotted.

Otherwise, he would not have directly destroyed all the monks who had plotted against him, or that way of destroying the nine clans, and even mortals did not let go.

And the most important point, after Sikong Twilight's revenge in the later period. spent countless efforts in the sword mound, and even among them, many of them actually had no master to provoke him at all. It's also bad.

took a lot of effort, if it was just to find a successor, he didn't believe it first.

Tang Yue pondered for a long time, and she could also think of the questions that Honghuan could think of. But I came to the Wanxiu Continent specifically. For the sake of the inheritance of the sword god, there is no reason for her to go in vain. And with her current cultivation, even if the sword god has any tricks, I believe she can handle it.

Wealth and risk are sought, and high risk is thought to be high returns.

Although Sikong Dusk is a bit stupid, his kendo attainments are indeed high, otherwise it would not be possible to cultivate to the peak so quickly after the soul is about to dissipate. What Honghuan said was ruthless, tyrannical and ruthless, etc. Tang Yue was not surprised at all.

She is standing in Sikong Dui's position, maybe she will be even more ruthless than Sikong Dusk. I hate betrayal the most in my life, and if she betrays her, she wants no one to try the consequences.

After thinking carefully for a while, Tang Yue looked at Honghuan and said, "Where is Sikong Dusk's inheritance?" ”

Seeing that she had made up her mind to go, Honghuan wanted to speak several times, but she didn't know how to persuade her.

"Senior, don't worry, since I dare to go, I have my own means to save my life." She is not stunned, she only sees interests and does not see danger, so Honghuan's worries are completely unnecessary.

"Then you should pay attention to your own safety, you must be more careful, if there is something wrong, you must flee as soon as possible."

"I see."

Honghuan took Tang Yue to the depths of the sword mound, there was not a single sword spirit around, and it was pitch black in front of him, as if he was covered with a black cloth, making it impossible to see what was inside. Tang Yue used her divine sense to probe into the darkness, but found that the invincible divine soul could not see through it, which made her more cautious in her heart.

Honghuan hesitated in his eyes, looked at Tang Yue and asked, "Are you sure you want to go in?" ”

"Hmm."

"Keep walking in one direction, and at the end of it is the place where Sikong Twilight inherits." After Honghuan finished speaking, there was some unbearability in his eyes, and he quickly disappeared and regained his calm.

Tang Yue didn't notice Honghuan's strangeness, "Thank you, seniors, juniors will go in first." With that, he walked into the darkness.

Looking at her back being swallowed by darkness, Honghuan sighed silently in his heart, I hope you can come back alive. However, he himself knew that this was simply impossible, and even the Mahayana monks who went in did not come out alive, let alone a small Yuanying monk.

He has already done the efforts that should be done, and he has already reminded him of what he should have reminded, he was dazzled by the inheritance of the sword god, and he had no other way, Honghuan sighed helplessly, turned around and left the place, and slowly walked back.

When is this kind of day a head?

As soon as Honghuan returned to the entrance of the teleportation array, the other sword spirits turned into human forms one after another, and a group of people looked at each other, and they all sighed helplessly.

Seeing his lost look, one of the old men came over, patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "You have worked very hard, and we can't care about the rest of the matter, as long as you have a clear conscience." ”

"Yes, this is not the first one anyway, Honghuan, why haven't you adapted yet." One of the women in red walked over and comforted her, rolling her eyes when she said that. They don't know how many times they have done this to persuade people not to go in, but unfortunately no one gave up, and then the persuading people faded, and others rushed to find death, and they couldn't stop it, let alone dare to stop it.

The same thing has been done a thousand times, and no one has appreciated it, and they are tired of it.

"Tang Yue, this kid is a good boy, and she has a high attainment in swordsmanship, why do you think she wants to go in? Why don't you listen to persuasion? Isn't it good to cultivate on your own? Honghuan was a little melancholy, stretched out his hands and looked at it, his eyes became even darker.

The woman in red slapped him on the top of the head, "What do you want to do!" What does it have to do with us when others rush to death! ”

"Hongying, you don't understand." Honghuan shook his head, they all sent people in, and they were also accomplices. In order to survive for himself, he is to mutilate other people, and his hands are already covered with blood.

(To be continued.) )