He Leng exclaimed, his body had involuntarily fallen into the altar, he wanted to jump out of the altar, but this altar couldn't see the whole thing from the outside, but no matter how hard a person tried to be inside, he just couldn't move a step out!

He Leng was shocked in his heart, walking outward, his body seemed to be pressing tens of millions of catties of boulders, and he couldn't move a single bit, but it was easy to go inside, he cautiously came to the center of the altar, and couldn't help but be stunned after looking down.

I saw that the center of the altar was hollow, and a simple bronze coffin was lying quietly horizontally, there was no one in the coffin, only a head was placed in the center of the bronze coffin, and the black sword above the head was suspended in the air, and the tip of the sword was facing the Baihui point in the middle of the skull, and a trace of black mist was continuously injected into it from the tip of the sword, and after a circle of the skull's face, it overflowed from the broken blade at the neck and was absorbed by the grooves around it, and then it was sucked back by the black sword and injected into the skull again, and so on, all year round......

He Leng stepped on the air three feet above his head, but the soles of his feet seemed to be stepping on the ground, and a trace of black mist drifted through the soles of his feet, like black clouds on the horizon when the mountain rain was about to come!

The skull's eyelids rolled up, looking at the frightened He Leng on it, he barely smiled, but this smile was so weird and gloomy in He Leng's eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaim "ah".

"You...... You...... You're the owner of that voice? You're just a head, how can you survive?"

"Hehe......" the head laughed to himself, "I also call it alive? It's just that I can't survive, I can't seek death! The little guy doesn't have to be afraid, I have no ill will towards you." ”

He Leng couldn't help but feel a softening in his heart when he heard his words, and couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy for him, and his fear was inadvertently lightened: "You also call it no malice? As long as my hands touch the black sword slightly, I am afraid that the next moment I will follow in the footsteps of the previous two." ”

Outside the altar, the remaining two black-clothed men saw that He Leng was not in a hurry to pull out the black sword, but calmly chatted with the Cun Zài inside, and couldn't help but be stunned by each other, but their expressions didn't dare to relax a little, and they leaned together and listened to the words floating out of the altar in horror.

"Jie ......" the head smiled happily when he heard this, "You don't seem to be scared at all?"

"I'm scared, how can I not be afraid?" He Leng simply crossed his legs and sat down on the spot, "It's just that things have come to such a point, how much can fear help me?"

"Boom...... It's kind of interesting. The smile on the head's face became more and more obvious, "The little guy doesn't need to care too much, you just draw your sword, and do everything as you want, just as you like!"

"Hehe, don't you care, it's not you who dares to draw the sword!"

Speaking of which, it is still necessary to let He Leng draw his sword, He Leng is sad in his heart, and a trace of sympathy for the head in the coffin also disappeared with this sentence, he slowly stood up, the only thought in his mind at this moment is only grandpa, and he silently thought in his heart: Grandpa, grandchildren can no longer accompany you to honor you, from now on yin and yang will be separated, grandson wishes you a speedy recovery and wake up. After thinking about it, his hands gradually touched the black sword, and he looked down at the trace of black mist flowing from the black sword towards his palms, and suddenly his heart was like ashes, and he closed his eyes in despair......

"Unplugged...... Draw your sword!"

On the side, the two black-clothed men watched He Lengdi's every move nervously, and at the same time, they secretly guarded each other, fearing that the other party would not be good for them after the death of the child on the altar.

"Wow"!

............

"What's going on?"

"How...... Why didn't that black fog kill that kid?"

Outside the altar, the eyes of the two black-clothed men suddenly widened, the expected strangulation did not come as expected, the swarthy sword was pulled out by He Leng very easily, and the surrounding black fog still swirled around the black sword, although the black fog in the groove suddenly became chaotic, but it did not float in the air as before to form a void sword shadow!

Just when the two men in black were shocked, He Leng, who was holding the sword in his hand, didn't feel the feeling of the flesh and blood on his body being cut off from his body piece by piece, and suddenly couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise!

That's right, the black sword was indeed pulled up by itself.

He Leng raised his sword in front of his eyes, staring at the sword in his hand curiously, the sword was quietly held in his hand, and the black mist on the sword body was constantly detaching from it little by little, gradually mixing with the other chaotic black mist in the groove......

"How so?"

He Leng was also stunned, the expected ten thousand swords piercing did not come, but the huge pressure in the altar suddenly became heavier and heavier, He Leng saw that his legs were constantly expanding, but he couldn't take a step at all, and he saw that the next moment was about to explode due to the extreme expansion, at this moment, the last trace of black mist on the black sword was separated from the sword body, He Leng suddenly felt that the air under his feet suddenly collapsed, and his whole body fell into the bronze coffin below......

The entire altar suddenly shone brightly, and the black mist also turned into pieces of golden mist in an instant, blatantly enveloping the entire altar......

And the head in the coffin, which had been standing still, suddenly let out a loud shout at this moment, and saw the entire bronze coffin suddenly rise from the ground, leaving the shackles of the altar with a "sigh", and rushing out of the golden mist that had almost wrapped the entire altar!

"Boom"!

The bronze coffin rushed out of the altar and smashed five feet away from the altar, and the violent wave immediately knocked down the two black-clothed men on the side.

"If you don't leave now, when will you stay!"

The head roared, and then the black sword held in He Leng's hand ...... No, at this moment, the black mist on the sword's body has completely dissolved, revealing the original dignity of the sword - a cyan sword with cold light, and the cyan sword suddenly enlarged in the roar of the head, turning into a giant sword with a length of three zhang, and he Leng picked up the head in the coffin with his hands, and quietly lay in the air swallowing cyan brilliance!

"Boy, come up. ”

The head screamed, and immediately woke up the dizzy He Leng, He Leng immediately turned over and jumped on the cyan giant sword, at this time, the golden mist on the altar over there suddenly turned into a huge golden qilin, the golden unicorn let out an angry roar from his mouth, jumped out of the altar, jumped in the air and opened his mouth towards the cyan giant sword, it wanted to swallow the giant sword with a mouthful......

The giant sword turned around abruptly, swept obliquely and swept the two black-clothed men who were already frightened on the side towards the golden unicorn that was chasing after him, and then the sword body stood up and shot upward......

"Roar!"

The golden unicorn swallowed the two black-clothed people who were in the way in front of it into its stomach, and roared angrily in the sky, and the sound came out, and the cave wall not far away was visibly shattered in the sound, and then the altar behind it suddenly began to collapse......

The giant sword rushed down diagonally from the top of the tall bone mountain, galloping towards the end of this space, He Leng turned his head and watched the tall bone mountain at the end of his gaze slowly shatter and collapse......

............

Qiankong Lake, a cyan giant sword suddenly quickly peeked out of the lake from the bottom of the lake, circled over Qiankong Lake, and then slowly galloped towards the opposite bank.

On the giant sword, He Leng stood silently, next to the soles of his feet, the strange head suddenly opened its mouth, greedily took a few deep breaths of air, and then happily shouted: "How many years? Qiu Shinan, how many years have you trapped me? Now, I haven't escaped from this damn inextricable array again......

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