The third day of September

In the old age, it is advisable to enter the house and avoid seeking wealth.

Bathing, incense.

Kneeling in front of the mourning hall, Ye Changsheng looked at his parents' tablet, his eyes pious and clear.

The black robe on his body was somewhat wide, full of holes, and stained with blood.

The immortal sword on his waist is no longer the immortal sword he used to be.

Ye Changsheng is no longer the previous Ye Changsheng.

Sacrifice as it is, sacrifice to God as God is.

Father, Mother, your blood is my blood, please accompany Changsheng through this journey!

After knocking his head three times, Ye Changsheng stood up and strode out.

On the square outside the ancestral hall, the housekeeper Ye Zhong, the four ministers, Elder Lu and other elders of the Ye family fell to the ground on their knees and prayed sincerely.

The two major worshippers stood with their heads bowed, and behind them were more than a dozen elites and cronies of the Ye Mansion.

Everyone was dressed in plain clothes, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

At this moment, the closed door of the ancestral hall slowly opened.

White-haired and black-clothed, Ye Changsheng, tall as a javelin, walked out calmly.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened, looking at Ye Changsheng who was standing tall in disbelief.

The young hall master's legs are actually healed?!

When they saw Ye Changsheng's calm face, the sadness in those eyes was so thick that they couldn't dissolve, as if they understood something.

There was a stream of heat in everyone's chest, tears flashing in their eyes, and they couldn't help themselves.

Bye-bye!

All bow down!

Ye Changsheng stood quietly, rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Silently, the elites of the Ye Mansion bowed down to receive the order and turned to leave.

Outside the ancestral hall, the sound of weapons colliding and screaming sounded, quickly spreading towards the entire Ye Mansion.

Red Leaf Villa was placed in the eyeliner of the Ye family, and all of them were slaughtered!

Ye Fu fell silent again, Ye Changsheng looked at the sledgehammer in a daze on the side, and said Mu Ran: "Why don't you push the wheelchair over?"

The sledgehammer woke up like a dream, and in a hurry, pushed the wheelchair forward.

Sledgehammer's gaze dodged, looking at Ye Changsheng sitting in a wheelchair, his heart was inexplicably steady.

It's better to sit, it's scary to stand!

South of Sanshui Town, Casting Sword Hall.

Billowing smoke poured out from the tall chimney, like a heavy sigh, hanging all over the sky.

Heaven and earth were slaughtered, the wheelchair walked along the stone path, and Changsheng held the hand of the carving knife, trembling slightly.

This day has finally come.

On the steps of the No. 1 Sword Casting Hall, Hong Yuntao waited for a long time, and when he saw the tattered black clothes on Ye Changsheng's body, his heart jumped suddenly.

Three years ago, Ye Tiexin, the immortal father, wore this black robe when he was refining the meteorite outside the sky.

The explosion of the furnace, the billowing smoke, Ye Tiexin's heart was full of holes, he hugged his lover's body tightly, his blood-stained big hand trembled, and stretched out to Ye Changsheng not far away.

Before he could let out a heart-rending cry, the flames engulfed his body......

The sadness in Changsheng's eyes became more and more intense, and he smiled sadly: "Every swordsmith should have his own robe, but it's a pity that I didn't wait." ”

Hong Yuntao's face was heavy, and he stepped forward to comfort: "Changsheng, your father is in the spirit of heaven, and he will bless you with success this time, and the inheritance of the Ye family will not be broken!"

Yes, how can the inheritance of the Ye family be broken, my father's spirit in the sky is watching me.

In the sword-forging room, everything is ready.

After Ye Changsheng led everyone in, the two heavy gates slammed shut.

The warriors of the Sword Casting Hall, the warriors of the Hong family, and the officers and soldiers of the Governor's Mansion tacitly formed a huge defense and isolated the Sword Casting Room.

The right enshrinement of the Red Leaf Villa, Hong Yunhai, was stationed for a moment, quietly leading two subordinates towards the periphery.

Unconsciously, he looked at the defense power of the Sword Casting Hall, and finally came to the tall mountain gate of the Sword Casting Hall.

In front, a bewitching Taoist aunt walked forward with a swaying posture twisting Yingying's waist.

The coquettish gait made Hong Yunhai's heart hot, and the eyes of the two guards were straight.

One of the three major disciples of Qingyun Dao Chief, Dao Gu Wushuang, proficient in the art of male and female dual cultivation, has always been the forbidden belly of Qingyun Dao Chief.

A few days ago, Hong Yunhai finally tasted it once, how could he forget it?

"Lord Worship, aren't you waiting for me?" Wushuang stepped forward, his apricot eyes were full of spring, and he was close to Hong Yunhai's ear, exhaling like a lando.

Hong Yunhai's heart fluttered, his long arms relaxed, and he hugged Mei Daogu's fragrant shoulder.

Before he could say anything flirtatious, a black hairpin silently pierced his heart.

Almost at the same time, the two guards saw the pink of a handkerchief, which smelled so bad that it fell to the ground.

With a light sigh, Wushuang gently put down Hong Yunhai's corpse, twisted his plump buttocks, and walked away.

The pink aura slowly dissipated, and Ye Xiangnan, who was guarding in the dark, led people and dragged the three corpses down.

The One Sword Forge Room, a closed and independent world where time has lost its concept.

In the sword-casting room, the tall furnace was blazing, and the light and shadow were bright and flickering, reflecting Ye Changsheng's delicate face.

He was dressed in a tattered black shirt and sat in a wheelchair, his face sickly pale.

Under the two delicate eyebrows, a pair of big eyes were crawling with bloodshots, staring intently at the burning furnace.

The molten multicolored molten liquid flashed with brilliant brilliance, flowing from a guide tube into the erected sword fan.

The sword fan is cast from the silt at the bottom of the Netherworld, and the hollowed-out part of the inside of the cylinder happens to be the mold of an ancient sword.

No more, no less, the multicolored solution can fill the sword fan, and the melt on the top ripples ripples.

Ye Changsheng bit his fingertips, squeezed out a drop of natal essence blood that had been condensed a long time ago, and dripped it into the sword fan.

"Five elements in one, blood sacrifice sword spirit!"

The red blood droplets, like a drop of mercury falling into the water, fell straight down, and finally landed at the bottom of the sword fan, making a soft sound.

"Buzz!"

The multicolored molten liquid in the sword fan shook violently as if it had gained life.

Because of the existence of that drop of essence blood, the five colors representing the five elements quickly began to merge, and finally converged into a touch of silver and white.

"Bang!"

The sword exploded, shattering mud and broken leather ropes flying in all directions.

The silver molten liquid converged into a sword shape, like a silver dragon that had broken free, shaking its flexible body and rushing towards the sky.

The sword body is psychic, and you can travel for nine days!

"Want to run?!"

Ye Changsheng's eyes flashed with fierceness, he picked up a pair of five-foot-long pliers, and slammed into the air, just clamping the silver swimming dragon.

Almost without a pause, the pincers flicked in the air, flicking the silver dragon into a pool of blood.

Blood Quenching!

The essence blood of the ninth-level demon beast beeped, and viscous ripples rippled on the surface, steaming out a blood mist.

The silver dragon that was originally struggling, but at this moment, he greedily absorbed the essence of the essence blood, and on his back, a red blood pattern appeared, quickly extending to both sides.

When the blood streaks penetrated the silver dragon, Ye Changsheng smiled coldly: "If you are allowed to drink enough at one time, how will you drink the enemy's blood in the future?"

As he spoke, the pliers in his hand reached into the pool of blood, firmly clamped the silver dragon, and pulled the silver dragon out of the pool of blood.

Stuffing the pincers holding the silver dragon into the burning furnace again, Ye Changsheng shouted: "Fire!"