Chapter 13: The Magic Sword Pool

Zhao Xiaofeng was taken aback: "Traitor?"

Shangguan Wenwen sighed: "I'm just guessing, and I haven't really supported it yet." He turned around and looked into the distance, a strange expression appeared on his face: "Although the spirit world is an outstanding person, there is one place, but it is different, and it is very evil!"

Zhao Xiaofeng asked, "Where is it?"

Shangguan Wenwen said word for word: "Demon Sword Pool!" Shangguan Wenwen suddenly had a crying expression on his face: "I have always suspected that the murder of the old master is related to the Demon Sword Pool, I have also been there, but it's a pity that ......" He didn't finish a word, and then cried loudly.

Zhao Xiaofeng panicked: "Grandpa Shangguan, what's wrong with you?"

Shangguan Wenwen stopped crying and sighed: "Although the Demon Sword Pool is in the Spirit Realm, no one in the Spirit Realm has been able to enter there so far, and the Demon Sword Pool seems to have been born incompatible with the Spirit Realm. So...... I have more than enough heart but not enough strength, and I can only look at the pool and sigh. ”

Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly asked, "Can my mother enter the Demon Sword Pool?"

Shangguan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly: "It's hard for me to say, because the old master has never been to the Demon Sword Pond in his life." What's more, whether or not you can enter the Demon Sword Pond has nothing to do with martial arts cultivation. ”

Zhao Xiaofeng asked puzzledly, "Why?"

Shangguan Wenwen said: "The Demon Sword Pond is a magical place, no matter how high your martial arts cultivation is or how powerful your weapon level is, when you get there, you won't be able to play the slightest role." He was afraid that Zhao Xiaofeng wouldn't understand, so he was still explaining: "In other words, although the old master's martial arts cultivation has reached the realm of gods, if he enters the Demon Sword Pool, he will also become an ordinary person." ”

Zhao Xiaofeng said: "Whoever goes in will become an ordinary person, no wonder no one goes in." ”

Shangguan Wenwen smiled: "It's not what you imagined, little master, when you enter the Demon Sword Pool, your martial arts cultivation will disappear, but as soon as you come out, your martial arts cultivation will recover immediately!"

Zhao Xiaofeng frowned: "Since that's the case, why go in?"

Shangguan Wenwen shook his head and said, "How easy is it! No one in the Spirit Realm has been able to enter it yet!"

Zhao Xiaofeng was silent, and suddenly said, "Since whether or not you can enter the Demon Sword Pond has nothing to do with personal martial arts cultivation, can I try it?"

Shangguan Wenwen's face flashed with a strange color: "Of course you can try!" After he finished saying this, his face immediately became solemn: "The little master's daughter's body, how can he easily get into danger?"

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "What a little master, what a daughter, I am a homeless hard-working child!"

Shangguan Wenwen hurriedly said: "Little master, you can't say that, this huge spiritual realm is your home. ”

Zhao Xiaofeng stared at the layers of luxuriant wisteria, and there was an indescribable taste in his heart. He had secretly made up his mind that he must go to the Demon Sword Pool to take a look, maybe there was something there that had something to do with his dead mother.

Magic Sword Pool.

Zhao Xiaofeng stood in front of the Demon Sword Pool, and it was Shangguan Wenwen who led the way.

Today, Zhao 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.

Zhao 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 Zhao 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!"

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

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

Zhao 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, Zhao Xiaofeng was looking with wide eyes, he wanted to see how the mysterious water column was created. Shangguan Wenwen on the shore was also prepared, once Zhao Xiaofeng was thrown ashore by the rotating water column, he would fly to catch it.

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

Zhao 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 Zhao 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. Zhao 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!

Zhao 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 Zhao Xiaofeng, but what is strange is that he walked for most of the day, but he did not meet a person. What made Zhao Xiaofeng even more incredible was that in this magnificent palace, not only could he not see a person, but he also did not have a sound. 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. Zhao Xiaofeng had already rushed over. A stone statue stands tall and has become obscured due to its age. Zhao Xiaofeng raised his head, looked at it for a long time, and could vaguely see a woman's face. Behind the stone statue, curling green smoke rose again. Zhao 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. Zhao 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. Zhao Xiaofeng looked at the half-truncated wooden sword in his hand, and suddenly had an urge to cry, he didn't know why he was like this, was he sad for this wooden sword, or sorry for this wooden sword? Even Zhao Xiaofeng himself couldn't say clearly.

A gust of cold wind hit, Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't help but shiver, he stuck the half of the wooden sword at his waist, and was about to leave, at this moment, there was something on the ground, which firmly attracted him. Blood, a drop of bright red blood. Zhao Xiaofeng leaned down, just wanting to take a closer look. Blood, another drop of blood, fell to the ground! Zhao Xiaofeng Huo Ran raised his head, he was stunned, it was the tall stone statue in front of him who 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.

Zhao 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 Zhao Xiaofeng unexpectedly found an afterimage and escaped from the stone statue. The afterimage was instantly clear, it was actually a woman in white! Before Zhao Xiaofeng could see it clearly, the woman in white flew out. Zhao 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.

Zhao 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 Zhao 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. Zhao Xiaofeng shuddered involuntarily. Outside the door, there was a lot of light, but inside the door was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. Just when Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't make up his mind and didn't know whether to go in or not, a woman's voice came slowly: "You come in!" This sudden voice frightened Zhao Xiaofeng. The sound is not loud, but it is very penetrating. Zhao Xiaofeng felt dizzy, and his eardrums were shaken.