"Ancient Teleportation Array?"

"Blood leads the way, haha! That's what it means! ”

In the hall made of white snow jade, a large teleportation array is particularly eye-catching. From time to time, a monk walked up to the teleportation array with an excited or cautious face, forced a little blood out of his fingertips, and then, with a flash of white light, disappeared in place.

"Be careful, don't be pushy." Ye Cong turned around and said a few words, and then walked into the teleportation array first. As the white light lit up, the figure in white disappeared into the array.

Ye Qingyue did not hesitate and did as others did.

When he came to his senses again, he was already in a bronze hall. On the walls on either side of the hall, every few steps, a candlestick was embedded in the wall one man above the ground.

The ever-bright lights flickered, and the bright yellow candle flame floated gently like the wind, revealing a little light green.

With the candle flame, Ye Qingyue looked around. The whole hall is about ten zhang long and wide, and no one has been there for a long time, but there is no trace of dust everywhere. As far as the eye can see, it is a quaint turquoise. However, there was no other exit except for a heavy, patina cyan stone door directly in front of it.

People walk on the floor, as if walking in the hollow valley Jedi, the sound of footsteps is sonorous, in the silent hall, as if stepping on the heart.

"Is it a space forbidden? Also, in the place of trial, there will always be guards against cheating. Ye Qingyue said in a low voice. Given the last experience in the Secret Land. She first checked whether her spiritual power and storage equipment could be used normally. As a result, it was a mixed blessing to find that the spiritual power around the body was smooth, and this was not a forbidden place, and the storage bag and storage jade pendant could also be used, but the Biluo space and the spirit beast bag seemed to have completely lost contact with themselves. Before, because the lark was not fully regarded as his own spirit beast, Qingyue could only send the fire squirrel and it into the spirit beast bag that had never been used much. The elixir on these two bodies is really not small, enough to support the two of them to leave the secret realm smoothly after two months.

Fortunately, Qingyue had prepared in advance. Therefore, in addition to some particularly valuable or unobtrusive things, the magic weapons commonly used on weekdays, healing pills, a large number of Bigu Pills specially prepared, and the loot that was robbed from the robbers in the secret realm were all packed in the two storage bags that he carried.

Quietly clasped the Aoki sword in the palm of his hand and walked towards the bronze gate.

"Huh? There is still handwriting. Here, too, there are a couple of swords. ”

Ye Qingyue pushed the bronze gate with both palms. Unexpectedly, the gate seemed to have taken root, making Qingyue feel as if she was pushing a mountain, let you do a thousand things, and I would not move.

This road is impassable, Qingyue turned to look at the handwriting on the door. The font was not difficult to understand, not much different from the current common text in the cultivation realm, and she could easily see that it seemed to be a sword technique. It's just that between the lines, there is a sense of obscurity and mystery, which can be comprehended in a moment.

Under the temple gate, there were several long swords of obviously excellent material scattered around. She visually saw that these should be good quality spiritual weapons, but the aura of the sword body was dim, and they were all pale blue like a bronze hall. It's a pity that with her cultivation, she can't control it at all until the Jindan period. Adhering to the principle of not missing it when she walks by, although she can't use it for the time being, these swords are obviously wood-attribute flying swords, and she naturally received them in the storage bag.

The implication is so obvious that even a piece of wood should have understood, and this must have been for her to split the door with the sword trick on the temple door. Therefore, she was not in a hurry to go out, so she concentrated on pondering this style of sword trick in the main hall.

The swordsmanship that Qingyue has learned has always been calm and gentle, and there is murder in it. The wood spiritual power is the most neutral and peaceful of the five elements spiritual power, and the little sword intent she cultivated is also restrained and subtle, such as the blue falling yellow spring, such as the water of three thousand, all of which are light and agile, and the killing jade is invisible, and the enemy is nowhere to be defeated.

But this style of sword trick is indeed diametrically opposed, wide open and closed, sharp edge, before the sword style comes out, the chill of Sen Sen has already descended on his side.

Instead of practicing swordsmanship right away, she sat down quietly and looked back on her experiences over the past month.

Compared with the past, in the secret realm, she has seen more fights, and she has not done less. At first, I was bored, but then I watched more, but I gradually got used to it. Although the senior brothers and sisters around her saw that she was young, they were afraid that she was in an unstable mood and had a lot of maintenance, but there was still a monk who died directly under her sword. She thought she would at least be nauseous or guilty, as the book says, she would be stunned for a moment, she would be in a trance for a while, she would almost be injured, and then she would not be able to sleep or eat for several nights. But at that time, I don't know if it was because of my temperament, or if it was indifference in my bones. She had no idea what that sword meant. All around are enemies and passers-by who are gloating and waiting to be yellow birds, and they have no time to care about it, and they don't feel anything in their hearts. Or, at that time, she didn't care about anything else except the sword in her hand. Life and death are particularly indifferent in the ruthless sword light.

Afterwards, seeing the resentment in the man's eyes when he died, the bitter hatred was like a knife, and the lines of curses were engraved with blood. But her heart is as cold as a sword, not angry, not remorseful, and not resentful. Whoever kills, he will always kill him. Life and death, nothing more than that.

Is it in my own nature that I am so cold and ruthless? As a person who has been in the era of peace for more than ten years, he can face such a heinous crime as murder so calmly.

No! No! She thought, it's not cold, it's not vicious, it's not cold, it's really not caring.

This is the overlook of the strong against the weak. Because you are just an ant, whether you hate or resent, even if it is the traces and resentment you left with your life, it will not stay in my heart.

Because you don't matter, I don't care what you do.

This is the state of mind of the strong.

In this fantasy world, love and hate are rights that only the living can have. People have left a name, geese have left a voice, leaving traces of your past coming, that is the innate nature of the strong.

This is the sorrow of the weak, but also the edge of the strong.

Sharp!

The so-called sword intent is the perception of the sword and swordsmanship of the sword cultivator, or in other words, in the swordsmanship, the spiritual power is used as the carrier to vent the edge of his own state of mind.

Suddenly, it was blessed to the soul, and then looking at the obscure and mysterious sword technique, Ye Qingyue had a realization in her heart.

A month and a half later, in the pale green bronze ancient hall, the sword light crossed the night sky like a meteor, like the morning sun piercing the darkness, a cross slashed through the air, and the heavy bronze ancient hall door fell in response.

"More than 30,000 years! Finally someone is coming! ”

It was as if a desolate sigh sounded in my ears. Qingyue wanted to open her eyes and see the scene outside, but she still couldn't bear the heavy sleepiness and closed her eyes heavily.