The ancient stone bridge that crosses the sky, without stone piers, extends to the end of the world at both ends, as if passing through the past and the present, like a slender white line that divides the sky in half.

It seems that if anything wants to cross this bridge, it can only choose to go under the bridge, or on the bridge, and there is no way to detour, there is no other way.

This stone bridge is not majestic, on the contrary, it is very ordinary, just extremely long, with white boulders all over the body, and there are some green mosses, and some dried dragon blood traces remain in the stone crevices, and the breath of the years is very strong.

"There is no sword hanging under the bridge?"

Ye Ling stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the bottom of the stone bridge with puzzled eyes.

"It's here!

When the ferryman arrived, he suddenly became agitated, and the resentment that had been pent up for countless days exploded, and he jumped high and shouted at the bridge.

"Ancestor, the slave has brought the person who took the sword, please use your supreme supernatural power to kill this greedy, tyrannical and shameless person!"

Ancestor?

There are other creatures under this stone bridge!

Ye Ling's face turned cold, and his gloomy gaze looked at the stone bridge.

"One, two, three, climb the mountain, four, five, six, flip the pound and ......"

In the sound of immature and crisp nursery rhymes, a sleek child turned over a standard heel and jumped on the white bridge railing.

Three or four years old, half a meter tall, is a chubby little bald head, with pink skin, like a young child holding a fish on a New Year's painting. The child's buttocks sat on the railing, dangling two little lotus roots.

"Who wants to take the sword? Kill the head first!"

The boy was on the bridge, smiling, and shouted loudly to the boat under the bridge.

When the ferryman heard this, he was very excited, looked at Ye Ling, and said sharply.

"Boy, you're dead, the ancestor is going to kill you!"

Ye Ling tilted his head and smiled, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

"What's the matter? When you see your ancestor, you turn your head and don't recognize me as a little master?"

"Ancestor again, what are you going to do?!"

The ferryman was frightened in vain, and he saw the boy coming towards him with his fists clenched.

He trembled with fright, and hurriedly shouted at the child on the old bridge.

"Ancestor, save me!"

There was a click, and it was the sound of a broken neck.

The ferryman's skull was thrown into the air, and then with a powerful kick, the skull was volleyed away as a ball.

"I'm going to kill my head, right?

Ye Ling retracted his feet, crossed his hands on his waist, smiled in his eyes, and said loudly to the child on the wall.

"Whew!"

The skull swirled in countless circles in the air, slashing through a height of tens of meters, and landed precisely on the child's side.

"Ancestor, hey, the minion has come to see you......"

The ferryman's head was tilted on the bridge deck, his jaw open and closed, and he spat out flattering words.

"Boom!"

The child's face was black, and his pink little hands were clenched into fists and fell, and his head was smashed to pieces in a few strokes, and the ferryman suddenly died.

"Young man, are you so fierce?"

"Each other, each other. ”

Ye Ling's gaze swept over the shattered head, and then the sword rose into the air.

Because of the death of the ferryman, the small boat at the foot of the Wupeng began to sink into the water, and soon disappeared, and the legend of the ferryman under the Chu River disappeared forever.

The childish boy patted the bone residue in the palm of his hand, looked at Ye Ling with big crystal eyes, and suddenly asked curiously.

"For a thousand years, countless demons, demons, monsters and people have come here to get swords, and more than one has died even moving mountains. Is your little blood cultivation realm eating the gall of a bear's heart and a leopard? Why do you inherit the sword? Is it because of your stupid courage to wear no clothes?"

"You're clothed, don't you still have that sword?"

Ye Ling sneered and responded, in the previous few battles, the flames ignited by the Fushan style burned all the clothes, and he didn't carry any clothes, so he had to be naked at the moment, anyway, there was no one else here.

His current body has undergone a lot of real blood transformation, although it does not show muscles, it is full of strength, very healthy, and has a simple beauty.

The childish boy stood up angrily and scolded: "Lao Tzu is standing up to pee, do you still need to wear clothes?"

"Don't you need it?"

Ye Ling's angry expression amused, and suddenly his eyes froze: "Why do you have horns on your head?"

On the bright head of the child, a small golden horn suddenly protruded, flat and sharp, with sharp edges and corners, like a dragon's single horn, and like a sword tip.

The child suddenly screamed, covered the small horns on the top of his head with two small hands, and screamed.

"Quickly retract the horns, I'm not angry, I'm not angry!"

Ye Ling was stunned by this strange scene, but this was not the time to be surprised, his face was straight, and he asked concisely.

"Where's the sword?How do I get it?Am I going to defeat you???!"

There were no swords under the bridge. All the clues are in this strange child known as the Old Ancestor.

The child's little finger plucked his ear and replied with a sideways head.

"Tell you the easiest way to beat me. ”

"I chose the difficult way. ”

Ye Ling shook his head and replied, although the child in front of him looked harmless to humans and animals, it seemed that he could knock down ten with one punch.

But there was once a big demon who moved the mountain and wanted to rely on brute force to seize it, but the mountain was destroyed and people died, and he guessed that nine times out of ten it was the hand of this child.

He was not so arrogant as to think he could take it by force.

The childish boy blinked his big bright eyes, thought for a while, and said.

"I want you to convince me to give you three chances. ”

Ye Ling replied without hesitation: "I will be in the ancient sword swallowing mountain and sea technique, Gengjin Qi is one of the qi that can best cultivate psychic things, I get that sword, and I have a great chance to cultivate it into a real earth immortal soldier." ”

The priest had persuaded Ye Ling to take the sword for this reason. At this moment, Ye Ling said it as it was.

When the child heard this, he laughed as if he had heard a big joke.

"What the hell are you doing? Ten years ago, there was a Lingming Stone Monkey from Huaguo Mountain, and his sword-swallowing technique was about to be completed, so I still slashed with a sword. The sword has been taken away by you, and I still have to care about whether he becomes an earth immortal soldier? I'm small, but my brain is not stupid!"

The boy shook his head, and the sharp horns on the top of his head grew an inch taller again.

"The priest really deceived me, and I knew that I couldn't get that sword with the sword swallowing technique alone. ”

Ye Ling sneered, stared at the sharp horns above the child's head, and continued: "I am a person with the peak of yang energy, and I can exchange yang energy with you...... I don't want that sword, I just use it once, and I'll return it untouched when it's done. ”

His yang energy is an invincible weapon, and wherever he goes, any demon or monster will be attracted and cannot refuse.

"Yang Qi?"

The child's eyes froze, and he looked at him: "The physique of the four-point pure yang qi is only a little bit close to becoming the true body of the sun of the five-point yang qi that only appeared in ancient times, and your yang qi is indeed a good thing." ”

The young boy continued: "However, no matter how good your Yang Qi is, what effect does it have to me? I have improved my cultivation to a different path, and I don't need Yang Qi. ”

The boy rejected this reason again, and the sharp horns on his head rose a little higher, already a foot long, sharp as if the tip of a sword was breaking through the earth, exuding a bloody and majestic aura.

Ye Ling frowned, his yang qi was not attractive to a child, and it was the first time that it had failed.

The childish boy lowered his face, and under the sharp corners, the little crystal face looked a little hideous and terrifying.

"You have one last chance to speak. ”

With the words of this sentence, the heaven and earth seemed to freeze, the clouds in the sky were no longer fluttering, the water surface was still like stagnant water, and the air was extremely oppressive and viscous.

There was an incomparable aura of antiquity that descended on this place, completely enveloping the tall boy.

Ye Ling's ears were silent, his vision was empty, and there seemed to be thousands of invisible peerless immortal swords in the air pointing at him in unison, and even breathing became difficult.

He stared at the child's murderous eyes and exhaled a deep breath with difficulty.

Subsequently.

Ye Ling said a word.

Then the heavens and the earth became more silent, especially silent.

"I ......"