The passage of the cave twisted and turned, and soon Ye Qianqian lost his sense of direction. Fortunately, there are plants everywhere that can glow, so you won't be blackened. After only walking for more than ten minutes, Ye Xiangqian paused suddenly, and his heart thumped wildly.

There is no way ahead, blocking the way, is a heavy stone door inlaid with cyan jade, above the stone door is engraved with four seal characters, "Hangu Sword Mansion".

Ye Qianqian, who did not hit the south wall and did not look back, naturally had no reason to stop there. He used all the strength he had been eating synthetic milk for a few hours, and finally pushed the stone door open a gap.

The feared traps and traps did not appear, and behind the door was a huge stone chamber with a high dome and flat walls, complete with stone tables, stone chairs, and stone beds. Beneath the wall directly opposite the stone door was a large stone bed, on which sat a man on his knees, no—a skeleton sat cross-legged.

The skeleton was a few points taller than a normal human, but it was by no means as perverted as the Morger. The clothes and flesh on his body had long since turned into dust, but the bone color was as clear as white jade, complete and flawless.

Ye walked forward slowly to the bones, and suddenly remembered some stories told by the sloppy old man: there was once a young man named Zhang Wuji, who saw a deceased in a cave, thought that the deceased was the greatest, kowtowed three times, and got the world-famous martial arts left by the deceased. There is also a young man named Duan Yu, who kowtowed countless times to a stone statue, and also got the true inheritance of a sect.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiangqian couldn't help laughing. It's not how ridiculous these two stories are, but the time spent living with the sloppy old man was really happy, almost the happiest day of his life.

After thinking about it, Ye Xiangqian felt that after all, he was a villain who broke into other people's homes, and the dead were the greatest, so what did it matter if he kowtowed three heads?

Kneeling on his knees, he knocked his head three times, he looked around carefully, and then looked at the place where he kowtowed, there was no change, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself. At this moment, the sound of "boom" came, and on the stone wall behind the skeleton, a stone door with a square foot really opened, no, it should be more appropriate to call it a stone window.

Inside the stone niche, a small jade statue sits cross-legged. Jade is a very rare cold jade, frost appears all over the body, cold mist is swirling, and it seems to have a bit of fairy aura at a glance. Suddenly, the entire stone room became agitated, and countless cold qi swarmed into the stone niche, all of which were absorbed by the jade people. After the jade man had absorbed the cold air, he moved like a living thing.

The jade man's arms were staggered, and his ten fingers kept pinching out various tricks. What's even more bizarre is that there is a red thread in the jade man's body, which keeps wandering in his body with the interlaced and complicated fingers of his arms.

Ye Xiangqian jumped up suddenly, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, this must be the martial arts cheats that the Federation has been looking for. I thought it should be something like an ancient book or an ancient picture scroll, but I didn't expect it to be a jade carving. At this moment, the jade man's movements had stopped, his hands were resting on his knees again, and the small stone door outside the stone niche was slowly closing.

Ye Xiangqian was shocked, the martial arts cheats that he had worked so hard to find, how could he let it slip away like this, this was the hope of the entire Federation. Ye Xiangqian strode over, and he couldn't even bother to knock over the crystal skeleton, but after all, he was still a step too late, and Ye Xiangqian couldn't take out the jade man before the stone niche was closed.

The skeleton that was lying crooked to the side made a crisp sound of "Ding Ding Dang", as if he was angry at his rudeness, and seemed to laugh at his ignorance, but Ye Xiangqian felt that he was really incompetent.

Ye Qianqian hung his head in frustration, and just happened to see the initiator of the "jingling" sound. It was a sword, or rather a sword, because it was small, only the width of the little finger, not as long as the middle finger, and it must have fallen from the crystal skeleton.

Ye leaned forward to pick up the sword, but when the palm of his hand was approaching, the small sword suddenly jumped up and stabbed into his palm. The palm of his hand hurt, Ye Xiangqian hurriedly withdrew his arm, and the small sword was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, stabbing on the palm of his hand and refusing to come down. Ye Xiangqian hurriedly pulled it out with his right hand, but he couldn't pull it out.

The blood in his body frantically poured into the small sword, and Ye Xiangqian only felt a burst of weakness, his ears roared, his eyes were dazzled, and he was dizzy, which was the reason for excessive blood loss. Fortunately, he has the medicinal power of King Zhi, and he keeps replenishing his blood, otherwise he will definitely be sucked dry.

I don't know how long it took, but the little sword finally stopped sucking blood, and was pulled out by its right hand, lying innocently on the palm of its hand, and burping like an anthropomorphic.

Ye Xiangqian sat on the ground for a long time, and the dizziness was reduced a little, thinking that it was King Zhi who had replenished his blood again. The sword wound on his left palm was also intact, Ye Xiangqian had time to look down at the small sword in his palm, and immediately realized that this was a yin and evil thing, and hurriedly threw it out like a hot hand.

The little sword "jingled" and rolled on the ground, and Ye Xiangqian seemed to have a feeling that the little sword was crying because of his disgust.

A pocket little sword that can suck blood, this is really weird. Ye Xiangqian has been in the killing field for a long time, and of course his courage is great, but at this time, he still feels inexplicably frightened in his heart. This underground ruins are full of weirdness, and almost nothing is normal, could it be that they have strayed into the underworld?

Feeling the connection between the pocket sword and his mind, Ye moved forward and backward, he was afraid that he was entangled by some evil thing.

Suddenly, in his mind, he remembered some stories told by the sloppy old man, and two words popped up in his heart - flying sword.

After carefully recalling the story told by the old man several times, and comparing it with the pocket sword in front of him many times, it seems, it is indeed the flying sword that the old man said.

Flying swords are all made of psychic materials, and the refining process must be constantly watered with blood, even if it is quenched, it cannot be watered, it must be made of blood, and it must be taken from the body of a living person.

Usually, if you want to refine an ordinary flying sword, it takes the blood of dozens or even hundreds of people to succeed. Refining extremely high-quality flying swords, and even having to slaughter tens of thousands of people to become swords, the refining process is extremely bloody, and only some evil sects in the rivers and lakes will use this method to refine flying swords.

After the flying sword achieves the embryo, if you want to resist the sword, you must first raise the sword. Every night, he raises the sword with his own essence and blood, which can be as short as more than ten years and as long as hundreds of years. The length of time to raise a sword is related to the quality of the flying sword, the physique of the person who raises the sword, and the cultivation.

Ye Xiangqian had already determined that the "yin and evil" thing in front of him must be a flying sword. In the future, should he insist on using blood to raise the sword, or to raise the sword, or to raise the sword? If he gave up, he would really be reluctant, but it would take ten years, or even a hundred years to raise the sword, which is really not something that ordinary people dare to do, not to mention that the "amount of food" of this flying sword is so large.