The ancient sword of the Pavilion Master of the King's Landing Sword Pavilion was traceless, and he groaned in his mouth: "A sword is like coming."

The Sword Pavilion turned into a ruin, and the man holding the horizontal sword looked at the ancient sword without a trace, and said, "Do you remember me?" ”

The man was dressed in a red robe, with red eyebrows and red hair that was extremely charming, and his red eyes looked at Zuo Lie Buddha who was broken by his sword with a ghostly light, and glanced at the Empress Chilian.

"Senior, enlightenment is evil. The ancient sword said without a trace.

"Hmph, the Tao is divided into good and evil, but you toads look at the sky and can't see the evil way to the realm. Ask yourselves, there is really not the slightest evil thought in your heart. The man in red said.

"Evil is evil, and evil is the way. It seems that Xiao Wendao, who has entered the Sword Pavilion of Shengzi, is the foundation of the source of evil. The ancient sword said without a trace.

"He... He is evil, but evil is not righteous enough. The man in red said, glancing at Nalan Cicada's mouth: "Tut-tut." ”

"Evil thoughts are easy to arise, but they are difficult to settle. Xiao asked, muttering in the ruins of fire in the Sword Pavilion.

"Although my sword immortal is a good wine, I also know that some colors can't be good. The Ten Thousand Evil Daoists groaned and continued: "I will take her as a disciple and leave the matter of finding the Yin Food Clan of the Futian Clan to me." ”

Nalan Chanyi listened to the mouth of the Ten Thousand Evil Daoists saying "Futian Clan's Yin Food Clan", and said with a twist of his eyes: "You know the whereabouts of the Futian Clan. ”

"I don't know. The Ten Thousand Evil Dao Man groaned and continued, "However, it is not difficult to cultivate my Ten Thousand Evil Dao with your qualifications. ”

"You... Time to go. Xiao asked, still in the Sword Pavilion Fire Ruin.

"She doesn't want to... I don't force her either. The Ten Thousand Evil Daoists said, turning around and leaving.

"Wait... Nalan Cicada shouted behind him.

"Oh, you've figured it out. To cultivate the way of ten thousand evils, you need to fall into the reincarnation of the nine evils and go through the soul devouring of ten thousand evils. Moreover, good and evil are not mutually exclusive, and if you cultivate the way of all evils, you will be hunted down and killed by this so-called famous and righteous path. Probably, your opponent will be him. The Ten Thousand Evil Daoists groaned, biting the last word "he" quite hard.

Nalan Chanyi looked at the Fire Ruins of the Sword Pavilion and looked at it in a daze for a long time. The breeze swept her green silk across the tip of her nose, and she said, "I will..." ”

"Little friend, you can hear me. The Ten Thousand Evil Daoists looked at the Sword Pavilion Fire Ruins and said.

In the ruins of the Sword Pavilion, there was silence. The fire was colorful, and the night was silent, but the figure in the fire ruins of the Sword Pavilion was engraved in the eyes of everyone.

"Cicada Yi, you don't owe Dieyi. It's not your debt, it's mine. Xiao asked, after a long silence.

"Ask, do you really think that I came to the Land of Ten Thousand Seas because of you? Nalan Chanyi said, with a touch of ice in his eyes, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Have you forgotten that I am the sister of the Nalan family with Dieyi." ”

After she finished speaking, she arched her hand and looked at the Ten Thousand Evil Daoists and said, "Master is above, and I will be worshiped by the cicada." ”

The Empress of Chilian and the Ancient Sword looked at Nalan Cicada Yi with a resolute face, and their faces were dark, and they were all silent.

"Okay, this Rulai sword... Just to ask for a human sacrifice sword. The Ten Thousand Evil Daoists said.

A light wind rose, and the Ten Thousand Evil Daoists disappeared above the night dome with Nalan cicada clothes.

"I'm afraid that the old man will not be his opponent. Empress Chilian groaned.

"Heaven is not to blame, and the immortal path is calamity. This is her way, and it is also the fate of the domain of ten thousand seas. The ancient sword groaned without a trace.

The silence is endless, and the flames are rising.

Xiao Wendao was still in the Sword Pavilion of the Ruins, and the red shadow was in the ruins, glowing with a little bit of light.

"He's refining the sword heart of the Sword Pavilion, he... The ancient sword said without a trace, and stopped talking.

"Hmph, do you want to take him as an apprentice, don't you weigh the pounds of King's Landing Sword Pavilion. Empress Chilian said.

"Why should the empress be ridiculed, if he is not in the Eight Dao Dao Sects, I am afraid that the future will be no less than the Ten Thousand Evil Old Dao and the demon after that. Gu Jian said without a trace, his eyes full of sadness.

"You want to interrupt his refining path and let him die in the ruins. Empress Chilian raised her eyebrows and asked.

"The empress doesn't often say that it is better to be broken than to be broken. The ancient sword replied without a trace.

"None of you can touch my husband. Miss Mu'er jumped out at once, and opened her arms to stop the ancient sword without a trace.

"Hmph... Gu Jian said coldly, and sealed Miss Mu'er's meridians.

"Senior brother... The silver trail shouted.

"Why, you will stop me. The ancient sword looked at the silver trail leader without a trace.

"He... If you can't kill you, then Rulai Kenshin will never recognize you as the master. The silver trail chief said, looking at the ancient sword without a trace and continued: "Senior brother, it's not like you haven't entered the Shengzi Sword Pavilion. ”

The few people present listened to the words of the silver trail chief, and when they glanced at the ancient sword without a trace, they knew that he had a cat in his heart.

"Senior brother, you're in a demon. The silver trail chief said, pressing two fingers on the center of the ancient sword's traceless eyebrows.

On the traceless eyes of the Ancient Sword of the Pavilion Master of the King's Landing, there was a layer of red blood, which was a sign of demonization.

The silver trail pressed on the center of the ancient sword's traceless eyebrows, and I saw that the ancient sword's traceless eyes were glowing with a touch of red ripples, and finally dissipated in the depths of the black pupils.

Bang!

The ancient sword fainted without a trace at the feet of the silver path leader, and his body was shrouded in a trace of pale cyan aura.

"Unexpectedly, Senior Brother has been enchanted for nearly five hundred years. The silver trail chief groaned, and the pale cyan aura that surrounded the ancient sword without a trace became more and more intense.

"Third elder, take my senior brother to Lincang Pavilion. The silver trail chief said.

The three elders glanced at each other, and then brought the ancient sword without a trace to the Lincang Pavilion. That Lincang Pavilion is the penance place of the King's Sword Pavilion, and it can only be out of retreat for thousands of years.

This position of the Pavilion Master of the King's Sword Pavilion can be regarded as a change of hands.

The sun and the moon turned, and it was ten days later.

"Hah... Miss Mu'er yawned and sat cross-legged in front of the fire ruins of the Sword Pavilion. His legs were a little numb, so he stood up and stretched.

Dark clouds are coming, and summer rain is drenched.

"Hey. No amount of rain could extinguish the fire. Miss Mu'er looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

A plain white paper umbrella was propped up above her head, and Li Zhong was still standing behind Miss Mu'er. The rainstorm hit the paper umbrella, and Li Zhong stood outside the umbrella with half his body, letting the torrential rain fall.

"Nerd. Miss Mu'er said softly.

Li Zhong stood with a smile, and the plain white paper umbrella was propped up on top of Miss Mu'er's head, covering her entire body impartially.

"A fool, a nerd. Chunchun looked at the two people in the rain, and then looked at the little fox empty, also drenched in the heavy rain.

"They all say that they are as cunning as a fox and treacherous as a fox. But Xiao asked the fox pet on the Taoist stall, and he was also a stupid fox. The little black dragon said, carrying a wide paper umbrella, and also stood in front of the little fox's empty body.

The rain falls wildly, and the rain rests.

When the scorching sun was in the sky, Li Zhong put away the paper umbrella and watched Miss Mu'er stretch out her hands towards the Sword Pavilion Fire Ruins. It's as if the ruins of fire are used as furnaces, roasting the water marks of clothes.

"You bake too. Miss Mu'er turned around and said.

She looked back and saw that Li Zhong's soaked clothes just now had long since lost the slightest trace of water, and he was still standing indifferently behind her.

After the water marks on his body were dry, his palms were a little "hot" by the Sword Pavilion Fire Ruin, and he put away his hands.

"Refining the sword heart is not a matter of a few days. The silver trail chief said, holding a bag of sugar lotus root in his hand.

"The predecessors of Liying, but they are so sweet and greasy. Miss Mu'er said, reaching out and taking a piece.

"The fun of this King's Landing Sword Pavilion is related to this Rulai Sword Heart. Li Zhong asked lightly.

"Well, thousands of years ago, the Sword Ruins came to the world. Ten thousand sword monuments fell. At that time, there were countless people who were amazing in kendo. Enlighten a sword tablet and achieve the head of ten thousand immortals. Most of the cultivators are bitter, and the ten thousand sword tablets that fell have become a shortcut for those who cultivate. One thought is an immortal, and one thought is a madman. The silver trail chief said, his eyes flashing with the past.

"In order to fight for a sword monument, the monks of that year opened the killing ring widely, and the blood rain drifted away. The Eight Dao Immortal Sects in the Domain of Ten Thousand Seas are all in the Sword Pavilion. Let the disciples of the sect be the ones who guard the pass, but it is just to prevent other sects from occupying the King's Landing Sword Pavilion as their own, and the two are choosing disciples. With the comprehension of the Wu Monument, select disciples to get started. Of the three, very few people know. It is the Sword Pavilion of the Word, not the Sword Pavilion, but a trapped prison. 1,300 years ago, the 10,000 evil Daoists comprehended 13,000 sword tablets and stepped into the Sword Pavilion of Shengzi. He was also imprisoned by the Shengzi Sword Pavilion for 1,300 years, if it weren't for Xiao Wendao and entered the Shengzi Sword Pavilion... He couldn't get out. The silver trail chief said about the past, and looked at the figure in the fire ruins of the Sword Pavilion.

"Then Rulai Sword Heart is also descended from the Sword Ruins? Li Zhong asked.

"In the Sword Pavilion of Shengzi, there is only one sword tablet that is a fairy sword, called Rulai Sword. In fact, when the sword ruins were born, there was also a corpse, and that corpse had half of the "Rulai Sword Codex" on it. Later, the corpse disappeared into the troubled times, and the half of the Rulai Sword Book was hidden under the Rulai Sword. The silver trail chief said.

"Have you also entered the Sword Pavilion of Words? Li Zhong asked.

"Back then, Master died under that Rulai sword. Moreover, it was in front of my brother and I who died. No one controls the sword, but the master is killed with a sword. Senior brother, I never forgot in my heart, so I entered the Sword Pavilion of Shengzi. I couldn't rest assured, so I followed behind my senior brother. The silver trail chief said.

"There is no one to control the sword, who killed your uncle. Li Zhong asked indifferently.

"Oh, who knows. Maybe it's the sword spirit in the Rulai Sword, or the sword wielding man in the underworld. My brother and I are mortal... I can't see it. ”

"That... Isn't that a ghost of the netherworld? Miss Mu'er was startled when she heard the words of the silver little daoist.

The old things of that year were only known to their brothers and sisters. Li Zhong just asked casually, looking at the back of the silver trail chief, he grew a lot taller.

Whew, whew!

The seven-colored Yan of the Sword Pavilion Fire Ruin soared a few points, and I saw Xiao Dao's figure sitting in the fire ruin, which became clearer and clearer.

The sword intent was faint, and there was a trace of ethereal sword intent floating in the entire King's Landing Sword Pavilion.

Hu'er, in the place within a hundred feet of the King's Landing Sword Pavilion, sat in a cross-legged area of no less than 10,000 people, closing his eyes and realizing the Tao.

"They are... Miss Mu'er asked.

I saw that Li Zhong and the Baiyin Xiaodao Leader were also sitting cross-legged on the spot, feeling the ethereal sword intent.