Chapter 221 A remnant escaped from the stone statue

Today, Luo Xiaofeng is wearing a black coarse cloth trouser gown and a pair of black soft-mouthed cloth shoes on his feet. He likes simplicity and simplicity, he likes black! Shangguan Wenwen prepared for him the precious clothes, he did not accept. Although he was still a child, he also knew how to be satisfied.

Shangguan Wenwen kept nagging about the sword on the road, saying that his favorite weapon was the sword. He also guessed that there must be a lot of swords in the Demon Sword Pool, and if there were no swords in it, it was estimated that it would not be called the Demon Sword Pool.

Luo Xiaofeng said that if he could enter the Demon Sword Pool, he would definitely take out all the swords inside and honor Shangguan Wenwen.

Shangguan Wenwen was so excited that he burst into tears, and he said that the little master could treat him so well, it was really a blessing that he had cultivated in his previous life.

The Magic Sword Pond, nominally called the Pond, is actually much larger than the ordinary Pond. The blue waves in front of you are rippling, stretching for dozens of miles.

Shangguan Wenwen suddenly flew and jumped down. Something strange happened, just now the water surface was calm, and suddenly a whirlwind blew, and dozens of long water columns instantly rose on the water surface. Dozens of columns of water swirled rapidly on the surface of the water. Shangguan Wenwen was thrown two or three feet high by the rotating water column.

Just when Luo Xiaofeng was at a loss, Shangguan Wenwen had been thrown ashore. Strangely, he was still dry, and there was not a drop of water.

Shangguan Wenwen got up from the ground with a look of loss: "Failed again!"

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the Demon Sword Pool in surprise, although he was mentally prepared, he was still secretly surprised when he witnessed the magical scene just now.

Shangguan Wenwen grabbed Luo Xiaofeng's arm and begged: "Little master, you better don't try, if there is anything wrong, then how can you get it!"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "Since I'm here, if I don't try, how can I be willing?" He didn't wait for Shangguan Wenwen to speak, and flew into the Demon Sword Pool. Before falling into the water, Luo Xiaofeng was looking with wide eyes, he wanted to see how the mysterious water column came about. Shangguan Wenwen on the shore was also ready, once Luo Xiaofeng was thrown ashore by the rotating water column, he would fly to catch it.

Even Luo Xiaofeng fell into the water without making the slightest sound.

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly disappeared.

In front of me, the blue waves were rippling and silent, as if nothing had happened.

Shangguan Wenwen was in a hurry, he shouted the little master, and jumped off the Demon Sword Pool again. On the calm water surface, a whirlwind suddenly blew again, and dozens of long water columns instantly rose on the water surface. Dozens of columns of water swirled rapidly on the surface of the water. Shangguan Wenwen was thrown two or three feet high by the rotating water column.

Shangguan Wenwen was thrown ashore again, and this time, he fell not lightly, and the corners of his mouth and nostrils were bleeding for a long time.

As soon as Luo Xiaofeng jumped into the Demon Sword Pool, he felt a warm current surging all over his body. Strange, how is the water here warm? It's early spring in the Spiritual Realm. The spring is cold, and the water in the pool should be cold. Luo Xiaofeng didn't have time to think about it, and suddenly it was dark in front of him, and he was wrapped in that mysterious warm current and fell into the dark abyss. His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't see anything. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a light in front of him, and what unfolded in front of him was a majestic and magnificent scene. The majestic palace is scattered, the strange-shaped stone statues are unevenly arranged, rockeries, pavilions, trees, gardens, all available, and the huge stone paved pavement is cleaned and spotless. What kind of waterhole is here, this is clearly the palace courtyard!

Luo Xiaofeng was dazzled, he had lived in the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest since he was a child, and he had never seen such a landscape. He walked along the bluestone road, aimlessly. I don't know how many palaces I have seen, how many steps I have climbed, how many rockeries I have passed, how many gardens I have walked through, how many stone statues I have walked around, all the way, the spectacular and beautiful scenery has overwhelmed Luo Xiaofeng, but what is strange is that he walked for most of the day, but he did not meet a person. What made Luo Xiaofeng even more incredible was that in this magnificent palace, not only could he not see anyone, but he also did not have a voice. It's quiet, it's surprisingly quiet, it's scary!

Ahead, a puff of green smoke rose up. Qingyan had just rounded a stone statue, but suddenly scattered in all directions. Luo Xiaofeng had already rushed over. A stone statue stands tall and has become obscured due to its age. Luo Xiaofeng raised his head and looked at it for a long time, and he could vaguely see a woman's face. Behind the stone statue, curling green smoke rose again. Luo Xiaofeng hurriedly ran over to take a look. On the bluestone slab behind the stone statue is a wooden sword, the wooden sword is not long, the style is ugly, and there is no decoration on the bare hilt. For unknown reasons, the wooden sword caught fire. The fire burned from the tip of the sword, and a good wooden sword was about to burn out. Luo Xiaofeng suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the wooden sword from the bluestone floor. The wooden sword broke in two, and the burned part suddenly shattered into powder, and a gust of wind blew and disappeared without a trace. Luo Xiaofeng looked at the half-cut wooden sword in his hand, and suddenly had an urge to cry, he didn't know why he was like this. Is it sad for this wooden sword, or sorry for this wooden sword? Even Luo Xiaofeng himself couldn't tell.

A gust of cold wind hit, Luo Xiaofeng couldn't help but shiver, he stuck the half of the wooden sword at his waist, and was about to leave, but at this moment, there was something on the ground, which firmly attracted him. Blood, a drop of bright red blood. Luo Xiaofeng leaned down, just about to take a closer look. Blood, another drop of blood, fell to the ground! Luo Xiaofeng Huo Ran raised his head, he was stunned, it was the tall stone statue in front of him that was dripping blood. What's going on? Drops of bright red blood are dripping from the statue's neck. Suddenly, there was a loud "boom", and the huge head of the stone statue fell off and fell to the ground and shattered.

Luo Xiaofeng was shocked and retreated!

The stone statue, which was still standing majestically just now, suddenly shook, and after just a few shakes, it fell to the ground with a bang. A good stone statue turned into a pile of rocks in the blink of an eye. At the moment when the stone statue fell to the ground, the sharp-eyed Luo Xiaofeng unexpectedly found an afterimage and escaped from the stone statue. The afterimage was instantly clear, it was actually a woman in white! Before Luo Xiaofeng could see it clearly, the woman in white flew out. Luo Xiaofeng shouted: "Who?" The woman in white didn't look back, and disappeared into a palace not far away as soon as she turned around.

Luo Xiaofeng chased after him.

The palace in front of him is no different from the surrounding palaces, with a plaque hanging on the tall gatehouse. There are no words on the plaque, only a sword, a sword without any decoration. The painter seemed to have insufficient skills and painted this sword ugly. The gate of the palace was tall and imposing, and the animal-shaped knocker was bronze, and it was mottled with a patina because of its age. The door was closed, and Luo Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. In the lonely courtyard, this gentle knock on the door can be heard far away.

The ancient and heavy gate suddenly opened silently. A gust of cold wind with a stale smell blows in the face.

(End of chapter)