Chapter 208 Demon Sword

The speed of the big black wolf is too fast, it is unbelievably fast!

At this moment, an incredible thing suddenly happened. Under the misty Nine Shadows Cliff, a wisteria suddenly flew in. The wisteria shook in the air and fell to the ground, and as soon as it landed, it spread rapidly.

The black wolf was stunned by this sudden scene. Before it rushed in front of Luo Xiaofeng, it already felt that the situation was not good.

Wisteria has wrapped itself around the black wolf's four legs.

The big black wolf couldn't move an inch, and it opened its mouth to bite. But the wisteria wrapped itself around its long mouth for a moment.

Luo Xiaofeng froze, as if in a dream.

Wisteria suddenly contracted, and with the big black wolf, it fell under the misty Nine Shadows Cliff......

When Luo Xiaofeng came back to his senses, everything returned to calm.

The wounded rabbit was gone, and the mysterious wisteria with the big black wolf had disappeared without a trace, only the rising mist kept drifting up from under the Nine Cliffs......

When Luo Xiaofeng returned home, it was already completely dark.

The humble hut was blurred in the faint starlight. A small fence encloses a small yard. The house was as light as a bean, and the elderly grandmother was already standing in the small courtyard with a crutch.

Luo Xiaofeng called grandma.

Grandma trembled over and hugged Xiao Feng into her arms, and a hanging heart finally let go. She didn't complain about Xiao Feng, because she knew that Xiao Feng was a sensible child, and there must be a reason for him to come home late.

Today's dinner was hearty, with two plates of fried wild fruits and a plate of roasted chestnuts. Luo Xiaofeng told her grandmother what happened in the evening while eating. When he spoke of the fierce big black wolf, Grandma had a surprised look on her face. Grandma told him that the black wolf was from the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts. It is one of the more terrifying beasts in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The beast level of the Demon Continent is similar to the level of human spiritual power cultivation, which can be divided into young spirit beasts, young spirit beasts, medium spirit beasts, adult spirit beasts, mysterious spirit beasts, holy spirit beasts, respected spirit beasts, divine spirit beasts and divine beasts. Although grandma didn't know the level of the black wolf, as an alien of the wolf, the spiritual power of the black wolf should not be too low.

High-level beasts generally do not appear on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest. The periphery is a haunt of ordinary beasts, and occasionally there are a few low-level green beasts, which are also very rare. Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaofeng actually encountered a different black beast today.

In this case, my grandmother couldn't tell why. The Nine Shadows Cliff is at the outermost edge of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, and it stands to reason that the alien black beasts will not appear here.

When Luo Xiaofeng talked about the mysterious wisteria under the Nine Cliffs, grandma's originally frightened face suddenly had a surprised expression, her hands were trembling, and tears welled up in her faint old eyes.

Luo Xiaofeng was at a loss, since he was a child, he had never seen his grandmother cry.

Grandma choked and trembled. Tears flowed down his thin cheeks and hit the back of Luo Xiaofeng's hand.

Luo Xiaofeng "plopped" and fell to his knees, "Xiaofeng is not good...... Worried grandma ......"

Grandma wiped her tears and pulled Luo Xiaofeng up, but the whole person looked very energetic and excited, with a smile on her face.

Luo Xiaofeng was a little confused by the second monk.

Grandma stroked Luo Xiaofeng's head excitedly, and her voice trembled a little: "No one will be ...... in the future." Dare to bully you...... I'll go tomorrow...... I'll go tomorrow ......."

Luo Xiaofeng was still confused, he didn't understand what his grandmother was talking about.

Following.

Luo Xiaofeng hadn't woken up yet, and her grandmother was shouting happily: "Xiaofeng, get up quickly and put this on!"

Grandma was holding a piece of wisteria in her hand, as if she was holding the treasure of the 10th century.

Luo Xiaofeng got up and saw the wisteria in his grandmother's hand at a glance. "Grandma, I dreamed about it last night...... I really dreamed of ......."

Grandma pulled Luo Xiaofeng excitedly: "Put it on...... Put it on!" she said, picking up Xiao Feng's left arm and bending the wisteria in a loop.

Suddenly, the wisteria turned into a wisp of purple mist and wrapped around Xiao Feng's arm.

Luo Xiaofeng only felt a warm current melt into his body, and then looked at his arm, which had left a circle of purple marks. The imprint is faint, looming, if there is nothing.

Grandma let out a long sigh and told Xiao Feng: "This wisteria has become one with you, and a drop of your blood can wake it up." However, you should only use it in a critical moment, and you should never expose it. ”

Luo Xiaofeng couldn't help but be curious: "Grandma...... What is this?"

Grandma smiled with a kind face: "You are still young, when you grow up, you will know!"

Grandma didn't say it, and Xiao Feng didn't want to ask again.

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The capital of the Great Zhao Empire, the capital of Zhao.

The capital of Zhao has a history of more than 1,000 years, and with the expansion of successive rulers, the scale is now amazing.

Today, Zhao Jingcheng has changed from the prosperity and noise of the past, a hundred miles of long streets, quietly, the shops are closed, and occasionally I see a few pedestrians, all of whom are in a hurry, without saying a word.

Suddenly, a low bell rang out from the Lingjiao Temple in Zhao Jingcheng. Although the bell is low, it is full of stamina, and it can be heard clearly from thousands of miles away.

Zhao Jingcheng instantly changed his appearance and became pale. There were miserable white strips of cloth everywhere, and countless pieces of cloth wrapped Zhao Jingcheng tightly.

The cry suddenly rose, and Zhao Jingcheng, who was silent, suddenly boiled. Crying, one after another.

Lingjiao Temple.

The master of the presiding ceremony rested in silence and stood solemnly in front of a huge coffin. His eyebrows were lowered, and his mouth was full of words.

In a huge temple, there is only a huge coffin, and there is only one person resting in front of the coffin! Master Jing Xiu looked even more weird, this master who had cultivated to a high level, but at this moment, he was trembling all over his body and bursting into tears.

The low bell rings again!

Master Jing Xiu let out a long sigh, he straightened his clothes, and in an instant, he regained his composure and depth.

Outside the Lingjiao Temple, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded. A young man in bright armor with an ancient sword in his hand was walking cautiously.

The gate of the temple slowly opened, and a cold wind blew in.

The two-foot-long white beard was dancing wildly.

The young man in armor had walked in, his sword held high.

Jing Xiu slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ancient sword in front of him. The sword is unsheathed, and the body of the sword has a strange red color.

The low bell rang for the third time, and the aftermath echoed through the monastery.

Jing Xiu carefully took the sword, looked at it for a moment, and then suddenly swung the sword.

There seemed to be a flash of light in the temple.

The ancient sword four feet and four inches long suddenly flew up, and in the blink of an eye, it became a behemoth of dozens of zhang. The giant sword flew around the Lingjiao Temple, and then landed on the bluestone slab of the temple. There was a loud "boom", and there was a bottomless pit on the bluestone ground. The huge ancient sword was gone.

The young man in armor retreated sharply, and his face turned pale. As soon as he stabilized his body, he noticed that the Lingjiao Temple was sinking rapidly. He swept up again, and landed like a bird on a cliff.

(End of chapter)