Every life has created a lot of myths, but they have brought certain disasters, the sword will see blood when it is unsheathed, and the blood will flow like a river everywhere it passes. This sword can be said to be born bloodthirsty, and it is nothing more than a bloody rebirth.

"The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that it is sealed behind this stone and does not see the light of day. Ling Yingxi sighed, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, her fingertips moved to the sharp blade of the sword, and a blood mark was drawn on the fingertips, this mural seemed to have spirituality, and it actually began to suck Ling Yingxi's blood.

Ling Yingxi was not alarmed or panicked, and let it suck her own blood. This mural is really unusual, using deeds to lead to a famous sword, and then arranging some hidden organs to divert attention, which is really in line with Mu Qing's character. In the above mechanism, it is obvious that they deliberately let their soldiers divide into two ways and complete the trial independently.

The blood flowed down the blade of the sword and dripped on a lotus flower, which looked even more demonic. Seeing this, Ling Yingxi raised her eyebrows lightly, and so much blood flowed out of the small wound?

Smoke rose from the place where the blood flowed, and it burned and cracked, and a chill came from it. There was a piercing coldness from her fingertips, Ling Yingxi frowned slightly, but she didn't withdraw her hand.

As she expected, the Frost Shadow Sword was indeed sealed behind this stone wall, and the Frost Shadow Sword was bloodthirsty, sealed in dust for many years, and needed to be activated with blood.

As there were more and more cracks, Ling Yingxi was sucked more and more blood, and her beautiful and delicate little face was as pale as paper at the moment because of excessive blood loss, but her beautiful eyes were shining.

It was so cold that it was biting, fine beads of sweat appeared on Ling Yingxi's forehead, and the long white finger placed on the stone wall had frozen to stiffness, and there was a thin layer of ice, and that layer of ice still had a tendency to spread.

Ling Yingxi knew that if she didn't withdraw her hand, she was afraid that this hand would be frozen and crippled, and now it would be unbearable, if the stone wall was broken, the cold would be out of control, and she would lose half of her life if she didn't die. But when the arrow is on the string, there is no reason to retreat.

Han Xuantie itself is the most yin and evil thing, and the power of the weapon cast has greatly increased, so Ling Yingxi is gambling with her life, betting on whether this proud sword is willing to follow her.

Ling Yingxi gritted her teeth, turning her touch into a grip, the flesh and blood in her palm were blurred, and the blood flowed out more quickly. The blood in the body gradually freezes, and the heartbeat decreases. Her feet were blood-red, and the carved lotus flowers were dyed blood-red, blooming strangely, contrasting sharply with her crescent white dress.

But the only thing to be thankful for is that the stone wall is breaking faster. Ling Yingxi's consciousness gradually blurred, her bloodless and beautiful face looked poignant, a blood mark slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her figure swayed.

A cracking sound echoed in the air, Ling Yingxi sobered up a little, stretched out her hand to hold the hilt of the Frost Shadow Sword, that hand instantly formed a layer of frost, Ling Yingxi snorted, and pulled out the Frost Shadow Sword with force. Almost at the same time, a wooden box and mechanism rose from the middle of the rosette.

The cold was pressing, Ling Yingxi was physically exhausted and half knelt on the ground, supporting her body with the Frost Shadow Sword, and the cold air on the Frost Shadow Sword covered the stone ground with a layer of ice.

Ling Yingxi hooked her lips and smiled, and untied a blood-red jade from her neck, which was carved with the word "Xi" in gold. Only those who have deep internal strength and use internal force in full swing have the ability to engrave words inside without hurting their appearance.

The blood jade emitted a red light, and it also had a scorching temperature. This is a relic given to her by the eldest lady, who has been worn since she was a child, and no one knows about it. There had been no vision for more than ten years, and the moment Fang had just pulled out his sword, there was a blazing temperature in his chest, which actually resisted the cold of the Frost Shadow Sword.

She just remembered that the eldest lady had said that this blood jade would save her life if necessary, didn't her mother expect that there would be today's event?

Ling Yingxi shook her head self-deprecatingly, her mother is not a god operator, how can she know?

Ling Yingxi held the sword up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand, and walked to the lotus seat step by step, and the frost under the sword condensed all the way. Walked to the rosette and opened the wooden box, where a delicate sword scabbard made of white jade lay quietly.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, picked up the scabbard and put the Frost Shadow Sword inside, and the chill suddenly dissipated a lot. Ling Yingxi pressed the mechanism, and a secret door in front of her opened.

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Xuan'er walked alone in the tunnel, and the footsteps seemed to be magnified several times, echoing in the tunnel very clearly. She clenched her sleeves tightly, and it was not difficult to see the nervousness and fear in her heart.

She stopped, and there were two doors in front of her, one was a stone door with two stone lions in front of it, and the other was a wooden door surrounded by rattan trees, and there was nothing in front of it.

Xuan'er looked puzzled, carefully looked at the two doors in front of her, and finally focused her eyes on the pillar between the two doors. There is a small hole in the middle of the pillar, and the hole is engraved with "one wrong step, one wrong step, one wrong step".

Xuan'er was even more dazed, one wrong step and one wrong step, wouldn't it be nine deaths and one life? Xuan'er looked at the hole and felt a little familiar, she frowned and thought for a long time before remembering the glass bead in her arms.

Xuan'er's eyes lit up, and she put the glass beads into the hole, and with a loud bang, the pillar broke through the middle, and then opened automatically.

Seeing the situation, Xuan'er was full of black lines, but the left and right were just different, and the one she chose was the same, but it was still engraved with the bluffing "one wrong step, one wrong step, one wrong step".

After Xuan'er entered, the door closed automatically. She looked around, there were dead trees and vines, perhaps because there was no sunlight and moisture and then dried up, this scene made her feel a little sad.

Xuan'er tensed her nerves, didn't dare to relax, and was cautious. After walking around, she didn't find anything, and simply sat on the floor.

Cheats? There are all dead vines and rotten trees here, how can there be cheats? I don't know what happened to Miss She.

Xuan'er sighed, picked up a branch, and folded it boredly.

After a while, Xuan'er realized what she was here to do, and immediately jumped up with a spirit, only to step on one foot into the pit and slam it hard.

Xuan'er screamed in pain, sat down on the ground, and when she checked her injuries, she saw that there was actually a pit the size of a human head, and there was a button in it, and she seemed to be able to step on this button without dying.

Xuan'er stared with bated breath, not daring to exhale, and waited for a while, but nothing happened.

Just as Xuan'er relaxed, the pit was agitated, and it seemed to be the sound of gears rolling.