On the top of the mountain, the relict beasts of the desolation poured out like an overwhelming place, covering the sky and the sun.

Xuan Cang and the others showed their magical powers and blocked a heavy beast tide in the Great Wilderness Mountain.

These are not the level of the students killed at the beginning of the martial arts, in terms of strength alone, there are many existences that are stronger than that one Flood Desolation Blood Demon.

With such a large number, even the half-step Emperor God Realm's Qiu Wan Zhu was quite difficult to deal with, not to mention the other five elders, who were repeatedly in danger.

Xuan Cang knew that he couldn't last long like this, so he shouted loudly, "Boy, do it quickly!"

The shouts turned into sound waves, gathering and rolling torrents, like a sharp sword, straight into the mountain.

In the cave, the wind and thunder suddenly subsided, and Luo Han, who was spinning the sky, saw that the wind whirlwind disintegrating in front of him, and gasped for breath.

He couldn't help but be afraid for a while, and said secretly, "Elder Qiu is really not alarmist. ”

The terrifying nature of this mountain soul was far beyond what he could imagine, just a little closer just now caused such a big change, and the wind whirlwind was only the aftermath of fluctuations, so he had to do his best to parry.

As Luo Han moved away from the cave, the light and shade changes of the pillar of light returned to a rhythmic state, but the sound of the pounding heartbeat became stronger and stronger.

Everything around him was still shaking violently, the roar of fierce beasts and the roar of the great battle were endless, and he seemed to be able to see the scene of the beast tide covering the sky outside.

He knew that time was running out, so he hurriedly followed out the phantom of Roselle and drove him to fly into the cave cautiously.

The pillar of light really didn't fluctuate anymore, and when he saw this, he suddenly increased his speed, and the phantom swept straight towards the sword heart, holding it in his hand.

Suddenly, an indescribable strange feeling came to his mind, and at some point, he had an extra object in his hand.

It was an unpretentious long sword, ordinary could not be more ordinary, the body was dull, the rust was mottled, the blade was blunt, and there was not even a hilt, not so much a sword, but an iron ruler with a rag wrapped around one end.

Before he could be surprised, his eyes blurred, and the surrounding scenery quickly disappeared, and he fell into a complete void in a moment.

He stood in the void, losing the sense of steadiness of stepping on the ground under his feet, and even his body did not seem to be his own, it felt both familiar and unfamiliar, but the long sword in his hand was extremely real.

"Vision?"

He raised his long sword and looked at it in front of him, suddenly with a face full of astonishment.

Between the mottled rust of the sword body, it was no longer his face that was reflected, but an old man's face, with a childish face and a lazy gaze.

"Who is this?"

He hurriedly touched his lips and chin, he had no long beard, and touched his cheeks, the edges and corners outlined the familiar outline, but fortunately, the face was still his own.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a curtain of water fell from the sky, and a light came from the other side, and a faint image was faintly visible.

As if something was beckoning, and as if he was being pulled by a long sword, he involuntarily took a step and walked in.

It was a long street, dim and narrow, lined with high walls, revealing a heavy oppression.

On the wall, the branches of the old trees stretched out wantonly, intertwined, and the autumn wind was bleak, blowing through the long street, and the ground was withered and yellow.

He was standing in the middle of the long street, with no end on either side.

Suddenly, a low chant came from afar, "Everything in the world is imaginary, and everything in the universe is a fantasy ......."

One sentence and four words, the short song is sonorous.

He followed the prestige, and saw a thin figure walking slowly on the side of the street.

It was an old man, holding a long banner in his left hand, spreading it in the wind, and the dark red marks on the banner were criss-crossed.

In his right hand, holding a small raised hand is a child who is not yet up to his waist.

They came towards him, but they didn't seem to see him, the old man still chanting, and the children bouncing and hopping.

Until they approached, Luo Han couldn't hide his shock, the old man's beard was white, and his face was like a child's face, which was the face reflected on the sword body.

He subconsciously took a few steps out of the way, retreated to the corner, and let them walk in front of him.

The heart said, "What a real illusion, so immersive." ”

He looked at the two of them carefully, and the child was an extremely delicate little girl, with delicate long hair, delicate eyebrows, delicate face, and delicate clothes.

And the old man led the girl's hand, withered and slender, with straight fingers and neat fingertips, it is conceivable that when he was young, he must have been a pair of palms that made beautiful women envious.

At this time, the old man's afterglow just swept over him, and it was so fierce that it made his heart tremble. He couldn't help but be shocked, he was sure that this old man could see him, so was all this still an illusion?

He clenched the long sword in his hand, his heart beat violently, he had never been so nervous, and a feeling arose in the dark, this was by no means as simple as a scene, and he was not an outsider.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by singing?" the girl suddenly asked.

She looked up at the old man, and the clear spring flowed in her eyes, which immediately relieved Luo Han's nervousness.

The old man let go of the girl's little hand, caressed his delicate forehead dotingly, and said, "When you grow up, you will naturally understand." ”

Suddenly, the autumn wind was urgent, rolling up a place of fallen leaves, sprinkling and flying.

On the other side of the long street, there was a cold sound, which shook the sky and withered yellow, "Old thing, looking for you for endless years, it turns out that you are hiding here." ”

This sound made Luo Han's heart tremble, he looked over, his eyes were dim, he couldn't see any scene clearly, and he felt like a fierce beast was slowly stepping out.

The old man looked up, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the branches of the old trees, reaching to the sky.

He asked in a deep voice, "The old man has long stopped asking about disputes, why do you have to kill them all?"

The cold rose again, and the wind stopped, "Under the whole world, the secrets of the two realms, only you know it, you don't die, my lord's heart is uneasy." ”

The old man shook his head and whispered softly, "Hehe...... The secrets of the two realms, the supreme will be enlightened, you kill, can you kill it again?"

"Then I want you to be in the extreme realm, and there will be no supreme from now on!"

Suddenly, on the long street, the killing intent was pervasive.

Luo Han was shocked, "The secret of the two realms, above the supreme?"

In an instant, countless questions flashed through my mind, "Who is this person? Dare to boast of such a sea mouth, and how can he be a cultivator? He still has a master, so who is it? What is this old man? What is the secret of the two realms that he knows?"

Only then did the old man withdraw his gaze and look at the other side of the long street.

Luo Han also saw there clearly, only to see an inky figure slowly coming, the spear was held diagonally, the tip of the spear slashed across the ground, silently, but left a long deep mark on the bluestone.

The old man walked towards him slowly, not in a hurry or slowly, and stepped behind him, a series of footprints, three points into the stone.

The entire long street seemed to tremble imperceptibly, and the traces left by the spear were then shaken away, and the pervasive killing intent seemed to be trapped, struggling and gradually disappearing.

He spoke leisurely, his gaze unwavering, "Let's change places! ”

The inky figure snorted coldly, "Do you want to find yourself a suitable cemetery?"

The corners of the old man's lips were slightly raised, noncommittal.

Then he placed the girl in the corner, leaned over, and said kindly, "Xiao Zhen, stay here, don't run around." ”

Luo Han said secretly, "It turns out that this girl's name is Xiao Zhen." ”

She leaned into the old man's ear and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, how long will it take this time?"

The old man replied, "This time it may be more troublesome, if you are bored, count the fallen leaves, it is estimated that the count will be about three hundred." ”

Luo Han could hear the meaning of these words, "It seems that this person is not the only one who has wanted to kill him, he should have solved it all, this time the trouble is only three hundred numbers, he doesn't need to brag to his granddaughter, then how amazing should this cultivation be?"

Suddenly, a wisp of energy pierced the space, hideous like a python, as deep as ink, and went straight towards the girl.

At the same time, a cold voice sounded, "Old thing, you still have the heart to take care of others, so I will cut off your thoughts first." ”

Luo Han's eyes froze, "What a despicable villain, he actually attacked a child." ”

The old man's eyes were cold, "Woe to others, didn't your lord teach you this truth?"

As he spoke, the banner shook and wrapped its energy into the flag, and the pole was heavy, and the ground immediately opened, and the cracks spread like cobwebs.

He stared at the person who came, and said coldly, "If you want to kill me, just follow me." ”

After that, he suddenly looked at Luo Han and said, "Give me the sword!"

Luo Han was horrified in his heart, and his gaze looked directly at him, like two divine lights, reaching the bottom of his heart, so that he couldn't refuse, and waved his hand to send the sword out.

The old man took it, his momentum changed sharply, and the whole person was like a sharp sword, the sword was thin, high and longitudinal, and for a while, the sword qi was raging.

As the sword left his hand, the surrounding scenery suddenly shattered, and everything returned to the cave in the mountain.

Luo Han was deeply shocked by the supreme sword intent, and the old man's sword-like posture also lingered in his mind at the last moment.

He had a flash of inspiration, "Moham, he's ...... Lord of Kenshin?!"

(End of chapter)