The magical dance of Lulu, the fairy queen of the stars, charms all beings, and the light of the colorful glass skirt shines in the stone room, which is dazzling.\\

During the dance, there were bursts of blood spurting sound in the stone room, and I don't know which of the seven orifices of the person spewed out.

When the flash was over, the stone chamber was empty, except for the blood stains on the ground, there was no trace of anyone else's existence, and there was only the sound of the brisk dance steps tapping the ground in the stone chamber, constantly echoing.

After a while, the dance stopped, and the dance of the star fairy came to an end, Wang Lu sighed, took off the colorful long skirt of the glass fairy, looked around, and laughed: "Sure enough, the person who stands at the bottom of the line is by no means a person who is worthy of his heart and does not need to be ashamed of anything, but a person whose concept of shame is different from ordinary people." ”

After laughing, he stopped laughing, on the contrary, Wang Lu's expression was extremely cold.

"Okay, I've won, let me see you for what you really are, brother behind the scenes"

As soon as the words fell, the floor of the stone chamber collapsed, and a bottomless pit engulfed Wang Lu in one gulp.

In the boundless darkness, Wang Lu fell for an unknown amount of time, according to the laws of physics, I am afraid that he would have soared out of a hundred miles, but he has not yet bottomed out.

The Ancient Sword Shrine was already in the unnamed space, and theoretically, if it fell out of the edge of the space and entered the endless turbulence of the space, it was very likely that the current scene would occur, but Wang Lu knew very well that he had not fallen out of the Sword Shrine, and was still in it, but the space of this Sword Shrine was probably beyond imagination, and the secret behind the Eight Doors Test was also beyond imagination.

After a long time, Wang Lu finally landed, as if the stars were falling, causing a strong impact like a landslide and tsunami to accumulate momentum for so long, and it was also thanks to his Wuxiang sword bone, and he urged Wuxiang Gong to the extreme to resist it. If you change to the real body of the power king, you will vomit blood.

However, Wang Lu is more concerned about his location.

All around is a darkness, layers of gloomy haze like an endless tide wrapping itself in clusters, and the black fog seems to hide endless cold and murderous opportunities, which makes people's hearts float. And as long as I came into contact with those black fogs, I felt bursts of desperate and miserable wails echoing in my mind, and all kinds of suffering and misery in the world turned into countless illusions that blinded the original spirit, and after a while, I began to have a headache, as if I had been engraved with all kinds of dark marks in my mind.

This black mist is so vicious? Wang Lu hurriedly took a few steps back, left the black fog, and then looked back, only to see that the location where he landed was an isolated island in the black tide, the area was not large, and it seemed to be hit out by the momentum of his own fall, in the vast black tide, but that rush also shook the terrain, there was a danger of falling apart, as the ground sank deeply, the soil and rocks sliding, the surrounding black tide continued to spread, and the foothold under his feet was also in danger.

But not far away there was a light, a boat-like silhouette that glowed faintly in the darkness. Wang Lu's heart moved, and he immediately stepped forward.

Sure enough, it was a boat, the hull floated on the soaring black fog, slowly floating up and down like a cloud driving the fog, and there were a few words engraved on the side of the ship, which was still the ancient Chinese word that was circulated 10,000 years ago: a boat in the bitter sea.

A boat on the bitter sea? In other words, the black fog around here is the sea of bitterness. Well, just a light touch just now has a pain on the skin, as if I have personally experienced all kinds of suffering in the world... I don't know how many living beings' sufferings can converge into such an ocean, and what kind of demons are hidden in the depths of the ocean. This ship of the Bitter Sea came so coincidentally, as if it was a car deliberately sent by the devil in the Bitter Sea to welcome guests.

Ahh

The mastermind behind the scenes, who was hiding after the test of the Eight Virtues, couldn't hold it back for a long time. He just killed all beings in seconds with the dance of the stars and fairies, although he has the sharpness of this killing move itself, but there is also the help of the mastermind behind the scenes.

In fact, the test of shame itself is very interesting, even if the shame is 100, but who will determine the score of shame? is not yet the subjective assumption of the mastermind behind the scenes, perhaps after witnessing Lulu, the Queen of the Star Immortals, some people are only slightly shaken by it - such as some people whose lives are very twisted and perverted on weekdays - but they will still be judged to be ashamed and eliminated.

The mastermind behind the scenes actually wants to meet him directly, just for a reasonable reason. And ...... for yourself There seems to be no alternative.

Objectively and rationally, this trip to the sword mound has deviated greatly from expectations, in addition to the Shengjing people's sideways foot, the experience in the sword mound is also very bizarre, the most rational choice at this time is to quit, return the matter to the mountain gate, and then the sect elders come forward to solve it, in fact, they separated Liuli and Xiaobai, but also so that they can return to the mountain gate as soon as possible, and go to the elders for help.

But he couldn't go, and even though he was no longer fit for his current level at this level, he still had to move on......

First, the situation is not completely out of control, and the Spirit Sword Heavenly Rune in his hand can be activated at any time, and secondly, it is also the most important point: in fact, when he just entered the Eight Virtues Test Pass, Zhu Shiyao's name on the squad roster he held turned a strange orange.

The squad roster was handed over to him by the head of the squad before leaving Spirit Sword Mountain, as a symbol of the squad leader. The names of the four members of the Spirit Sword Sect are written on it, as long as you open the manual, you can judge the situation at this time by the color of the person's name, for example, Liulixian and Bai Shixuan are healthy green, and they are slightly tired pale green and yellow. And Zhu Shiyao is weirdly orange.

Orange means that there is no danger to life for the time being, but it has also encountered great difficulties, and it is not possible to move freely, most likely trapped somewhere. And with the strange and changeable nature of this primeval sword mound, it is not surprising that Zhu Shiyao's color changes from orange to life-threatening red at any time, and even the black of death.

Then, seeing this scene, what else could I do? Abide by the duties of the disciples, sit back and wait for the master's rescue? It's easy, but it's not the way it works. In fact, according to the calculation of time, Liuli Immortal and Bai Shixuan should have already made contact with the sect elders at this time, if it was so simple to enter the sword shrine to rescue, with the strength of the elders, they should have come in a long time ago.

Therefore, since the strength of the master cannot be counted on for a while, let's be self-reliant.

It's hard to say whether the current choice is in line with the professionalism of a professional adventurer, but as a disciple of Wuxiang Peak, Wang Lu can act indifferent in any other way, but he won't save his fellow disciples...... At least Wang Wu had never taught him that.

Wang Wu's point of view has always been that since they are in the same vein as the Spirit Sword, they must abide by the spirit of not flowing into the fields of outsiders, even if they want to pit, they can only be pitted by the people of the Spirit Sword Sect, and they will never allow outsiders to be bullied on their own heads, and once their own people are in danger, they must be helped. And Zhu Shiyao is in danger at this time, if anyone can help her, do you think about others besides herself?

Thinking of this, Wang Lu couldn't help but smile bitterly, this is the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, regardless of whether Senior Sister Zhu Shiyao recognizes herself as the chief or not, but since she has the title of the head of the sect and has more privileges as the chief on weekdays, it is incumbent on her to fulfill her obligations, even if the road ahead is full of thorns and a hundred times more dangerous than before

As for the direction of the rescue, it has long been determined, on the captain's manual, after turning to the rescue page, a few lines of words appeared in the manual, which is instilled with the text of the head Xingchen Dayan's postoperative performance, to the effect that the opportunity for rescue is deeper in the sword mound...... That's why Wang Lu will use all means to break through.

As for the present...... Wang Lu thought about it, stepped on the Bitter Sea Doom Boat, the Do'e Boat sank slightly, and immediately set sail, the bow of the ship parted the black fog, and slowly moved forward.

In fact, this step is somewhat risky, no one knows what the origin of this bitter sea is doomed, riding on it, you can feel the flow of mana, the materials are exquisite, the structure is exquisite, although many of the design and production concepts seem a little outdated, but it is still a rare spiritual object, which is supernatural, with Wang Lu's insight is also difficult to analyze in a short period of time, only know that the road has the blessing of this doom boat, the vicious Kuroshio bitter sea can not be approached.

What is the purpose of this boat? It may be a necessary means of transportation to the location of the Adversary, but it may also be the key to the Adversary's escape after being trapped in the Sword Shrine. The devil lured Wang Lu deep into the depths, precisely to let him ride a boat in the bitter sea and send it to him.

Everything is possible, but Wang Lu doesn't plan to think too much about it for the time being.

Take one step at a time, let's take this step first, otherwise it will be unfounded to make assumptions and look ahead.

Although it was pitch black all around and there was no reference, Wang Lu could still clearly feel the black mist rapidly retreating on both sides of his vision, and he was rapidly moving towards his destination.

After a while, a light in front of him came into view, and Wang Lu looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but be surprised.

In the light, it was forced to open up a vacant land in the vast black tide, and where the light was, no matter how much the black tide rolled, it could not be an inch. And in the light, an old man with a white beard was slowly moving his steps, dancing with a sword.

As the boat continues to get closer, the old man's posture of dancing the sword is becoming clearer, Wang Lu looked at it for a while, his heart couldn't help but grab, the original old man's swordsmanship seems to be careless, but every move and every style implies a very profound sword truth, if you can't cultivate it, you may not be able to detect it, Wang Lu's understanding of the sword at this time can already see the subtlety of the old man's swordsmanship, and every sword is really moving.

Such a swordsmanship is really unprecedented, and with this set of swordsmanship, Wang Lu is even more convinced of his judgment.

The person in front of him is the black hand who hid behind the curtain during the test of the eight virtues, and at the same time, he may also be the owner of this sword shrine - at least one of the masters.

As for the title, it should be called...... Sword Demon?

Because Wang Lu looked at the robe on the old man's body, the front placket was embroidered with ancient characters: sword, and the back was a big one: demon.

The sword demon danced the sword, not deliberately showing off, he waved the long sword in his hand in the light, and within a moment the sword light was like electricity, I don't know how many moves and how many styles, each move is natural, such as flowing water, as if it is the instinct of life like walking, sitting and lying, looking at his appearance, this set of swordsmanship seems to have started to practice from the time of opening the world, and do not stop until the earth is desolate.

Then, as Du Aizhou approached, the sword demon suddenly stopped the sword in his hand and looked straight at Wang Lu.

A hoarse voice followed.

"Are you sick?"

Wang Lu was taken aback at the time, as an opening remark, this was too maverick, after thinking about it, he tried to respond.

"If being handsome is a disease......"

!