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Chapter 694: Nightmare

After a day of searching, Liu Beishui found a lot of rare medicinal materials, but Ye Qingcheng only got a fragment of the remnant sword. He searched the entire valley, and even dug many crypts, but never found any clues.

The sun was setting, the sky was burning with brilliant glow, and in a blink of an eye, the day passed like this.

Ye Qingcheng sat on an ancient, dilapidated stone seat by the stream, with a bonfire in front of him, leaning on a few fat scorpions.

Liu Beishui sat by the campfire, with dozens of utensils and bottles in front of him, carefully recording today's harvest.

"Coo-goo. Ye Qingcheng drank a few sips of wine depressedly, picked up the roasted scorpions, ate two, turned his head to look at the east, and said, "There are still two hours before it gets dark, I'll squint for a while." ”

"Well, I'll wake you up if there's anything you find. Liu Beishui recorded intently.

A cold wind blew, and in the sound of a trickling stream, Ye Qingcheng wrapped his arms around his chest and closed his eyes. The eyeballs under his eyelids first turned a few times, then his mind gradually calmed down, and finally he breathed steadily, and fell asleep silently.

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I don't know when, a cold chill hit, Ye Qingcheng, who was leaning on the stone seat, slammed a spirit, and then woke up.

The twilight was four, and there was a dead silence in the valley, not even the sound of insects.

The surrounding wild grass shook silently in the wind, and the stream still trickled, but there was no sound of water. A gloomy, cold aura enveloped the valley, as if he was trapped in a mausoleum, and the surrounding eerie aura was pervasive, but the left scale vine hidden in his body did not react at all.

In the distance, the dead trees were silent, like monsters in the faint evening mist and mountains. The ancient vines that climb one by one are like dragons and snakes, bending between the mountains and rocks. The sun had been setting for a long time, and a full moon the size of a stone mill and blood-red rose in the east, like a demon's eye, staring faintly at the valley.

In front of him, only ashes remained of the bonfire, and wisps of light smoke floated away, but Liu Beishui was nowhere to be seen.

"Beishui!" he looked around suspiciously, and called out loudly, "Beishui!"

There was no response, as if Liu Beishui had never been here, and there was no trace of him around.

"How can this be?" Ye Qingcheng said incredulously.

At this moment, at the source of the stream in the distance, where the spring water gushes, a stone gate appeared, and as the stone door opened, a rickety figure walked out of the black hole.

An old woman with a disheveled head, leaning on a twisted cane of dead wood, walked tremblingly towards him. He quickly removed the Blood Sword from behind his back, stood up cautiously, and stared at her.

The old woman wore a scarlet robe with her silver hair and a bloody trail as she went, as if blood was dripping from the robe. As she kept getting closer, Ye Qingcheng gradually saw her appearance clearly. Her face was wrinkled, one eye was hollow and indented, the other was pale, there was not a single tooth in her mouth, and her lips were shriveled. She had no nose, just a skull-like hole.

At first glance, she looks unusually hideous.

"Who are you?" Ye Qingcheng asked in a deep voice.

"Rustle. The terrifying old woman let out a scratching laugh and said, "Didn't you come here just to find us old ghosts?"

"Sword Soul?" Ye Qingcheng said in shock: "Predecessor is a Sword Soul?"

"The old body is called Ranliu. The old woman simply introduced: "Died 57,000 years ago." ”

Chaotic willow sword, sword qi is like a chaotic willow in the wind, in the hands of the strong, a sword can release tens of millions of sword qi, and the corpses slaughtered by it are enough to pile mountains and reclaim the sea.

It is the first sword in the world 60,000 years ago, and it is the best seven-star sword forged by dwarves and goblins. Back then, for the sake of that peerless sword, the Goblin Country was tragically destroyed. In the end, the princes of the Goblin King, after nearly a thousand years and several generations of efforts, finally recaptured it from the hands of the descendants of the enemy. As a result, the goblin prince broke the sword with the power of ten thousand thunders in front of the ruins of his own dead country.

It is a sword that hides a tragic legend. A sword, a history of blood and tears of the country.

"I've heard the name of my predecessors for a long time. Ye Qingcheng arched his hand and said.

"It's just a bad name that has been stinking for thousands of years. The old woman shook her head sadly and said: "If you have a choice, the old body is never a sword, and now the blood on the body can't be washed away from all over the world." ”

"The fault is with the one who wields the sword, not the sword. Ye Qingcheng firmly believes this, in the hands of benevolent and righteous people, the sword of the righteous will not kill innocents indiscriminately.

"Shasha, no matter who blames it, the blood is stained on the old body. As she spoke, the old woman stretched out her hand and said, "Show me your sword." ”

Ye Qingcheng immediately pulled out the Xuanxue Broken Sword and respectfully presented it to Chaoliu.

Taking the Xuanxue Broken Sword, Ranliu looked at it a little and said, "It's barely a six-star, a good little guy." Unfortunately, it died before it could be completed. ”

"What do you mean?"

"A soul is a weapon. Ranliu said. It means that the Xuanxue Sword Spirit is only a spirit, and it has not yet been cultivated into a sword soul.

"It's me who didn't take care of it. Ye Qingcheng said guiltily.

However, Ranliu doesn't think so. She picked up the deadwood cane, tapped the broken sword gently, listened to the soft sound of the broken sword, and said, "You are a person worthy of its protection, and it is willing to break for you." ”

After that, she handed back the broken sword to Ye Qingcheng and said, "Give the old woman's nose back." ”

"Nose?" Ye Qingcheng was stunned and didn't understand.

"It's in your arms. ”

Ye Qingcheng hurriedly stretched out his hand, groped in the inner pocket in his arms, took out a fragment of dark iron, returned it to Ranliu, and said, "Is this it?"

When Ranliu took over the fragment of dark iron, the nose hole of the black hole immediately grew a hooked nose, and there was a wart on the tip of the nose.

"Who are you coming for?" said Ranliu.

"Trial. Ye Qingcheng said directly.

"Rustle. The old woman couldn't help laughing and said, "Your heart is upright, your character is upright, and the sword you use is also the sword of justice." The trial is too fierce for you, and you can't handle it. ”

"The juniors want to try it. Ye Qingcheng said stubbornly.

At this time, he was very excited in his heart, and a sword soul came out casually, which was the chaotic willow that had been shining for thousands of years of sword history. Even if you don't get the judgment and get other sword souls, you can earn this trip. However, he doesn't like the willows, it's too bloody. It is the sword that has killed the most people in recorded history.

"Come with the old man. Ranliu said, "I will take you to meet them, the judgment is our king, and it cannot look down on you." However, there is no shortage of righteous souls among us, and some people may take a fancy to you. ”

Ye Qingcheng did not hesitate, and immediately followed the figure of Chao Liu and walked towards the cave in the distance.

"How can there be a cave here?" he muttered as he entered the cave, "I have searched it during the day, but there is nothing." ”

In confusion, he followed closely behind Ranliu, and the cave was filled with an uncivilized bloody smell, which smoked people's noses and clogged them.

It didn't take long for the cave to twist and turn around a few times before a miserable white fire appeared at the end.

There was a noise coming from the cave.

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