The jet-black pupils flashed with golden light, and after Long Canghao signed the contract with the Aotian Sword at this time, the aura around his body increased several times.

Feeling the feeling of comfort from the inside out in his body, Long Canghao looked at the golden long sword in his hand, and a domineering smile filled his eyes.

The Jairian Sword was destroyed, but he got an incomparable Aotian Sword, which belonged to Long Canghao.

At this moment, before he could recover from the joy of conquering the Aotian Sword, he felt a strong shaking, and the rubble fell from the top of the cave.

With a roar, Long Canghao waved the Aotian Sword in his hand and smashed through the huge falling stone. With endless majesty and domineering. The momentum of Ling Xiao can destroy all arrogance.

This is the power of the Auron Divine Sword.

"Let's go."

Wielding the Aotian Sword again, a strong force broke through the sky and slashed through the stone cave.

A dazzling light, the warmth of the sun shining on his body, Mo Zhuyue didn't know how long he hadn't felt the warmth of the sun, maybe a day, maybe a year.

The breeze blows, revealing a fresh smell of leaves, and when you look up, the sun shines through the leaves, and the light is like a pillar, which is beautiful.

Compared to the dark and endless cave, the scene in front of me is like a heavenly fairyland.

"Who are you?"

A wave of hostility spread, and when Mo Zhuyue came back to his senses, he found that he and Long Canghao were stretched out on a huge high platform, and the stone wall behind the high platform had already broken a hole.

Hundreds of men surrounded them in the middle, sharp knives in their hands.

"Who are you who dare to break into the Lost Valley."

Maze Valley?

The words in the old man's mouth made Mo Zhuyue and Long Canghao look at each other, did they unknowingly come to the Lost Valley.

really responded to that sentence, blessings and misfortunes lurk, and blessings and misfortunes rely on.

Looking at the old man in front of him, dressed in a black and blue hand-woven cloth, with a silver collar hanging on his chest, a strong Miao style.

At this time, Mo Zhuyue took out a wooden card from his arms, the wooden card was engraved with strange totem words, and when the old man saw the wooden card in Mo Zhuyue's hand, a pair of deep eyes flashed with surprise.

"Luo Luo is actually in your hands, come and tie them up for me."

"Yes."

In an instant, hundreds of people swarmed up, surrounding Long Canghao and Mo Zhuyue in three layers and three layers outside. What do you mean by Lolo in your hands?

Why does this sound so awkward?

Half-squinting his eyes, Long Canghao took a step back with Mo Zhuyue in his arms, only to see a golden sword light flying out in an instant, and when a huge invisible sword qi intercepted everyone's way, he saw that where the invisible sword qi went, the earth instantly cracked a gap.

With a golden long sword in her hand, how could Long Canghao allow anyone to harm her woman.

"One step further, there will be no mercy."

Such domineering, such arrogance. Everyone looked at the man in front of them who was covered in cold, and no one dared to take a step forward. The most feared thing is the Proud Sky Divine Sword in his hand.

The power of the Aotian Divine Sword is in the Heavenly Witch clan, but everyone knows it, and no one knows it.

"You...... Who are you, who actually have the Aotian Divine Sword? The old man strode forward and looked at the golden long sword in Long Canghao's hand that was the Aotian Divine Sword, "This is the artifact of our clan's sacrifice, why is it in your hands?" How dare you steal our artifact, and today you don't want to leave here alive. ”