Under the white moonlight, countless remnant swords of different styles were inserted obliquely into the loess. The land has been abandoned for decades and is not overgrown. There was a disgusting smell of blood in the air, and a faint blood-colored light shrouded one sword pit after another.

The black mist is amazing.

"Is anyone raising Gu with a sword?"

According to historical records, raising Gu with a sword may be able to give birth to an indestructible blade in the end.

The broken sword hung in the air, nodding constantly, as if in response to the black mist.

"Could it be that your master discovered some amazing secret that was chased and killed for thousands of miles? Or is it your master who cut off other people's things halfway. Black Mist asked.

The broken sword swayed, uncommitted.

"Little Twelve, it's a pity. Most of the Gu things in this place have gone wrong and have been stirred up. Black Mist said regretfully.

That sharp blade was awakened halfway through, and it had escaped the control of the Gu cultivators, and now it might be abandoned here.

"It's all here, and what kind of thing it has become now, just look at it. ”

On this boundless wasteland, from the perspective of outsiders, Jun is only eight or nine years old, looking immature, walking alone in this strange burial sword place at this moment, which looks very paradoxical. Twelve is also the feeling of a caterpillar constantly crawling back and forth in my heart, and I am panicked. But whenever he thought of his grandfather, his emaciated cheeks, and the fiery sunset at the door of the village hut, he could feel a pressure, a sense of responsibility, so he had to do his best to complete the task that his grandfather had given him.

"The Gu cultivator is very ambitious, and under the sword pit within a radius of several miles, there is a small lead, hooked to the depths of the earth. Black Mist said.

"Is Gu still in operation today?" Twelve asked.

"Look at the blood haze around here, these are the substances produced by the sword Gu, containing a thousand strange sword intents. If a mortal touches a little of it, his internal organs will be shattered. Even if the immortals come, they are powerless to return to the sky. Black Mist said, he told the Twelve Young to touch those mist. Some particles look no different from ordinary haze on the surface, but the inside contains the will of the predecessors themselves, if the morality of the predecessors is not good, and the forbidden art is cultivated, the person who encounters the blood haze will be implicated, the light is deboned and healed, and the heavy is crazy.

Twelve followed the broken sword and continued to go deeper, and the black mist was a little surprised.

"There are too many strange planets, and many stories should be dusty, but the unearthing of the underground palace in the mountains will overturn the annals of history, and those palaces were built in an unknown year. "Black Mist said that it can feel the world with all kinds of different senses, and it smells out the breath of the birth of the underground palace, which it has never been exposed to before

"This place as a burial ground seems to have been extraordinary. "Black Mist. With his insight, he naturally knew the reason for the matter, and it had to go back to endless years.

Suddenly, behind the big pit on the right side of the burial sword ground, a human voice was heard.

"Wushuang, is there really a legendary flame here?" a female voice sounded, the sound was like a chime striking a bell, and the words were extremely clear.

"Lie to you that you're a puppy. A sunny and cold voice came.

Twelve crouched up and watched not far away.

"What does a Legendary flame look like?" asked the girl with a beautiful voice.

It was too far away to barely see what was going on over there.

A man and a woman, both men and women looked young, perhaps two or three years older than Twelve.

"It's too far away to see the two of them. ”

"Don't make a sound, they seem to have spotted us. Black Mist said vigilantly, the two of them were very perceptive.

An ice stimulus shot out, pointing at Twelve. The broken sword slashes on its own, blocking a blow.

"Sword Cultivator, who are you, why are you here?" the sunny and cold voice asked.

"In Xia Jun Twelve, he is a sword cultivator. Passing through here, for the sake of a star grass, there is nothing else. Twelve replied.

The two approached, and Twelve finally saw their appearance clearly.

A man and a woman are very young, twelve guesses, about twelve or thirteen years old.

"Those who dare to come here should not be idle people. Black Mist said.

The young man's facial features are delicate, his white face is beardless, and his blue eyes give people a feeling of spring breeze. And the girl's tulle brushes her face, her skin is like condensation, her forehead is full, her eyebrows are like willows, her eyes are like a pool of autumn water, quiet like a virgin, giving people a quiet and beautiful feeling. Three thousand green silks hung down, as if they had no weight.

Jun Twelve? This name is really rare. Still a sword cultivator.

"Jun Twelve, take the call!" The young man raised his hands, his luck lifted his qi, the ice and fire condensed, and if the double dragon went to sea, he went straight to the twelve.

"Wushuang, pay attention to proportion. The gauzy masked girl said softly.

Twelve is a little helpless, I've already answered your question, why do you still want to make a move?

"Crazy man. Black Mist commented that he didn't panic that someone would create contradictions, and he would do better when he came up.

Looking at the Ice and Fire Twin Dragons that shot out, Twelve did not panic at all.

"The road of ice and fire, the future is not small. Twelve, you control the whereabouts, and I will deal with his attacks. "Black Mist. Twelve's right hand was raised, and he grasped the hilt of the broken sword. Twelve suddenly, the moonlight was a little brighter.

On the field of the burial sword, a big battle is about to break out.

The bright moonlight and the hazy color of blood became the background, and the twelve figures flickered, holding the broken sword in their hands, and handed out one sword after another, dissolving the various spells of the young man.

"The style of sword cultivation is worthy of its name. The boy praised. The person on the other side was as elegant as a fairy, younger than him, and he could cope with the attacks on him with ease, which aroused the fighting spirit in his heart.

The young man formed an ice blade with both hands, entered the infield from the outfield, and used his two-handed ice blade to directly fight against the twelve who held the broken sword.

"The talent is good, the ice and fire in the knife are knotted in yin and yang. "Black Mist praised, if the common ground of all laws is found, the future will be smooth.

Twelve fought against it with dozens of knives, no matter how good they were. Twelve sensed that every time the broken sword slashed at his ice blade, a flame would be born, dissolving most of the power of the broken sword.

"Has the power of ice and fire been handed over to the Yin and Yang Dao?" Twelve asked after hearing Black Mist's words.

When the young man heard this, he withdrew his hand and looked shocked. After a short confrontation, Jun Twelve saw his cultivation path, which was really shocking.

"Fu Wushuang. Just now, I have discussed with you, and I feel that you have neither the heart of victory nor defeat, nor the meaning of life and death. Let's stop there. "The boy stopped the battle and declared his name.

Twelve nodded.

It turned out that he was the Fu Wushuang in Fu Ge's mouth! Twelve guessed that he was originally a side line of the Fu family, and through his own talent and hard work, he gradually became a descendant, which made others jealous.

"Wushuang, such a confident name. "Black Mist. There is no equalization in the world, and the stars and the moon are self-evident.

Twelve's eyes stayed on the girl who covered her face with a thin gauze beside Fu Wushuang.

"There is something strange about this girl, and I have an indescribable sense of familiarity in her. "Black Mist Road, that feeling, as if the fragrance of flowers that I had smelled in the past, has been forgotten for a long time, and I can only recall that taste when I meet it again.

"Your Excellency shouldn't be from the Fu family, otherwise, how could you be so calm when you see Miss Fu Family. Fu Wushuang said.

"Fu Linglong?" asked Twelve.

Fu Linglong nodded, she was cold by nature, perhaps out of curiosity about sword cultivation, so she didn't have much defense against Twelve.

"It really looks like a fairy. "Black Mist.

The same is true of Twelve.

The girl's cheeks were slightly red, this little ghost was not very old, how could he still be so dignified when he said such things.

"Your Excellency and I have met you at first sight, and if you really need the Guiding Star Grass, we can go together. Fu Wushuang said. The Qunjian Mountain Range is too big and has a long history, and after the Fu family covers it, it is impossible for it to be completely free of outsiders. For example, the burial sword place here is the place where the ancestor of the First Sect raises the sword, and Jun Twelve appears here at this moment, maybe he is the ancestor of the ancestor.

"Yes, no, what they're looking for is the same place that Broken Sword took us to. Besides, don't say that the two dolls, even if his ancestor came, it doesn't matter. "Black Mist.