Aotian walked forward like this, and it took a while to come back to his senses: I don't know the way to the Treasure Pavilion! Thinking of this, he immediately turned around and saw Ling'er smiling at the fork in the road, pointing in the other direction, and shouting one idiot at a time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info proud weather has to catch up,,Playing all the way,It looks very cool in the dreary weather。

After a short time, the two came to the Treasure Pavilion. The Treasure Pavilion does not have the grandeur and height of the Tower of Babel, but looks a little dilapidated. Gray tones occupy most of the outer layer of the Treasure Pavilion, and in the shadows of Your Excellency, an elderly old man is lying on a rocking chair, enjoying the wind of the banana fan, with a comfortable face.

Aotian probed the strength of the old man, but found that this seemingly ordinary old man had no cultivation, and Aotian was puzzled in his heart: There will be nothing wrong with such an important treasure pavilion for an ordinary person to guard? ”

Hearing this, the shaking chaise longue also stopped, and the old man opened his eyes slowly, staggering and trying to straighten up, still only half-bent over and walking forward in small steps, as if he was about to fall to the ground next. Aotian and Ling'er hurriedly went up to support the old man, looking at the old man up close, Aotian felt his old age more and more, the thinness of his arms, the weight of the scars, and the depth of the wrinkles all shocked him deeply.

The old man's voice was hoarse but penetrating, "What's your name?"

Although Aotian had already answered, he still answered loudly in the old man's ear. The old man nodded after a while, but the next words surprised the two of them.

"It's the two of you, didn't your friend take the token of your Dao Grass and Cloud Sea Forest on your behalf?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Dare to ask the seniors, can you tell us who received our cultivation resources on our behalf?", Aotian's voice was not loud, but it was mixed with endless anger. Just ask a passionate heart that is suddenly extinguished by a basin of cold water, how can you not be angry?

"It was four gentle young men, and they greeted me with warmth, and I was very comfortable with the old man. A sincere smile appeared on the old man's face. Seeing this scene, Aotian was even more angry in his heart, and he was on the verge of going berserk for this kind of deception of the old man.

Ling'er said: "I know that the four of them should be Jia Yu, known as the four gentlemen of the outer gate, Jia Lin, Jia Qing, Jia Jun, the eldest Jia Yu is a swordsman eight-rank cultivator, and the other three, the second and third Jia Lin Jia Qing are all swordsmen of the seventh grade, and the fourth Jia Jun is the weakest, but the swordsman is the sixth grade, and the four of them are not a few who do this kind of thing." Because of the old man's memory, he will be fooled every time, but the parties have no choice, after all, their strength is there, and bullying an old man who doesn't know martial arts is something that a person can't do, so it's over. ”

Aotian listened carefully to Ling'er's words, and an innocent smile appeared on his face: "Senior, I want to understand the power of the desolation now." ”

Not only the old man, but Ling'er was also stunned by Aotian's behavior. The power of the desolation is restless, and although the energy is rich, few people can absorb it. Once there was a supreme genius Situ Wushuang in the authentic sect of the world, at the age of ten he felt the sword intent and entered the swordsman realm, and at the age of twelve he practiced sword under the moon to break the guest, known as the night monarch without injury, and became a sword sect at the age of fifteen, but at the peak of the eighteen-year-old sword sect, he was suppressed by the sect master because of his perception of the desolation of heaven and earth, and his whereabouts are still unknown.

Ling'er wanted to persuade Aotian to give up, but seeing the enthusiasm in Aotian's eyes, she chose to agree, this slightly immature teenager can bring her unexpected surprises every time.

A strange light flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he leaned over and walked into the Treasure Pavilion step by step, and when he came out again, he held a broken book in his hand, handed it to Aotian, and said: "There is a ban on this book, those who are not extremely talented cannot enter, and those who enter cannot be understood unless they have great perseverance, and those who understand cannot be cultivated unless they have a firm Dao heart." Go ahead, I'm tired of talking so much, old man. Wait until you feel that this book is useless to you, and then return it. ”

Aotian took it, and it was warm and cool, and the seven-star sword spirit moved violently, and soon fell silent again. Aotian felt something, and was immediately overjoyed, and bowed again, "Thank you seniors, dare to ask the seniors' names?"

"I like to eat wheat, and everyone calls me old wheat. The old man smiled, and the combination of the traces of time on his face turned out to be extraordinarily kind.

"Then thank you Lao Mai. As the sun set, the boy leaned over, and the afterglow was very warm.

The two returned to their respective stone chambers, and Ling'er refined the three Dao grass left behind, making final preparations for the impact on the swordsman Bapin. Aotian looked at the yellowed book in his hand, and the seven-star sword spirit of the dantian actually came out of his body, and the light shone on the pages of the book, and the book in his hand disappeared. Aotian didn't react to everything that happened at this time, because the scene that caught his eyes had already robbed him of all his thoughts.

The sky was dark and oppressive, and there was no sun on the earth. Houses, forests, rivers collapsed, parched, devastation, a middle-aged man with a sword, a crown, and a golden robe of Kowloon stood between heaven and earth, looking heroic. And his opponent was the endless Demonic Beast Legion, led by a man who was sitting in the middle of the three Demon Jiao, eating the arm of a living person, and that person was already full of sluggishness, and he didn't feel the slightest pain. Aotian's soul body was watching from a distance at this time, and the powerful aura still overwhelmed him.

After eating the food, the leader of the demon clan stood up, he had hideous horns and ears, huge wings, but he had a beautiful face, and there was still blood at the corners of his mouth, which looked quite demonic.

"Meridian Emperor, the human race is almost extinct, is it necessary for you to fight with me now? Those weak people are also the reason for you to fight?"

Without receiving half an answer, a sword that seemed to be able to split heaven and earth into two pieces came out of its sheath, and rushed towards the endless army of demonic beasts with endless might, killing and wounding most of them in a moment.

This is not over, one after another sword rays flashed out one after another, the sword did not come out of the sheath for a point, but the sword rays became stronger and stronger, the sword intent became more and more wanton, and the army of demonic beasts became fewer and fewer, until the last sword flashed, and the head of the three-headed Jiao rolled to the ground, only the leader of the demon clan and the Meridian Emperor were still there.

At this time, Aotian's eyes widened, his eyes were full of disbelief, this is a sword drawing technique?!

However, another voice exploded in his ears, "What a Dimang Seven Style!"