Li Guxing, Luo Dagou, and Xu Nian listened in a daze, only to feel that the mystery and mystery in the story of the fat sister seemed to be not much different from the mythological story.

But since ancient times, there has been a sword spirit saying that with such a vicious place, such a rare and rare flying stone outside the sky to smelt the divine sword, even a person who doesn't know anything can expect the power of this so-called divine sword.

Luo Dagou looked at Li Guxing and then at the fat sister, his face turned red, and asked, "Dare to ask, was the iron finally cast into a sword?" ”

The fat sister "giggled" and smiled, satisfied, he likes to tell stories, and prefers someone to listen to stories, and he is naturally 10,000 happy to see Luo Dagou listen to it.

It's just that this place is very vicious, and the two murderous corpses of Houqing and Jiangchen are even more fierce, and the fat sister is in the dark, staring at the two murderous corpses from time to time out of the corner of her eyes, and her heart is always unsteady.

He picked up the long sword stuck in the ground and walked to the front first, his chubby little body was sharp and fast, and it was very interesting to jump and jump.

The three of them didn't know for a while, they didn't know what he was going to do, and they were about to ask, when they suddenly saw the fat sister turn around and make a silent gesture, and her smiling little face was very cute.

He tried his best to keep his voice down, and he looked sneaky, as if he was a thief who had broken into someone else's house, and he didn't have the domineering and capable appearance of a group of murderous corpses and a group of dry corpses.

"Let's go, be quiet, don't wake up those two murderous corpses, let's talk about the next thing!"

Li Guxing and the three of them couldn't help laughing, and they also tiptoed up like him, and their footsteps caught up with him a little faster.

Luo Dagou asked: "Fat sister, did the first generation of the head really cast this sword?" ”

Fat Sister glanced at him with a little thought, with a little surprise and a little understanding in her eyes, perhaps except for Lin Xie who can use his 'heart' to see Luo Dagou's thoughts, only people like Fat Sister can understand Luo Dagou's mood.

The fat sister smiled and became serious again.

All three knew that this was the time for him to start telling stories again.

The original head of Tangjiabao was blinded by the fine iron smelted by the fire of nature, but after a while, his eyes were restored.

In the hot summer, it was very hot, and after this fire, the sky became clear, and there was no longer half a poisonous miasma, except that the air was slightly hot and old, and there was no discomfort.

He looked at the pig's nose again, but when he saw that it was pitch black, he was immediately relieved, thinking that the soot in the pig's nose lasted until the last moment and saved his life.

He knelt on the ground and bowed in all directions, thanking the gods with great devotion for their blessing on such a peerless treasure.

He bowed for a long time, slowly straightened up, collected the things in the pit, put the rope down again, and crawled along the rope little by little towards the abyss.

This time the speed was so fast that it took less than an hour to reach the bottom of the abyss.

There are two reasons why he is so fast, one is that the poisoning miasma of the abyss is completely gone, and the other is that he is so anxious at the moment that he can't wait.

It's just that the air in the abyss is thin after the fire, which makes him really suffer a lot, but looking at the steel smelted from the flying stone, thinking about the highlight moment of Tangjiabao's stable martial arts in the future, these hardships are nothing.

It was not until he fell to the bottom of the abyss that he made a difficulty, the heat of this place was not weaker than the red-hot coals, and he could not be left on his feet at all, and although his shoes were specially made, they could be ignited by the scorching heat at the slightest touch, and he was not annoyed.

Seeing that the treasure is in front of him, but he can't touch it, the pain of waiting is more difficult than the lack of a toilet in an emergency.

But he no longer had the strength to climb up again, and he did not dare to drink any more honey from the bag, so he had to hang on the cliff of the abyss for a short rest.

But even if his martial arts are excellent, he can't stand the hunger, and after hanging for a long time, not only did he not accumulate strength, but he became more and more tired, and it was impossible to climb up again.

He used his brain, grabbed the rope with his legs, untied his backpack and threw it to the ground, his body relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that the ground is still hot, and the backpack burns soon after it hits the ground, and the billowing black smoke chokes him with a cough, and even tears rush out.

In this backpack is his life-saving things, if it is not in a desperate situation, how can he give up all the life-saving things?

It's just that this backpack is heavy, and although it is much easier after unloading, it can't relieve him half of his fatigue.

Seeing this, he no longer had the luxury of being able to climb up, but simply tied a knot in his leg with a rope so that he would not fall down from exhaustion.

The ground is scorching hot, and my thirst is unbearable, so I can't go up or down, so I might as well simply hang upside down on the cliff and fall asleep, so that I can accumulate some physical strength.

I don't know how long he slept, and he dreamed a lot of dreams, and even dreamed of seeing the king of Yama in Xu Yin Cao's mansion.

When he woke up again, he heard a thunderclap, and the thunderbolt crashed down and woke him up.

His eyes were closed, but he was still dizzy from the flash of thunder.

Lifting his eyelids slightly, the scene in front of him shocked him for a long time.

Perhaps the most horrific sight he had ever seen in his life, countless soldiers bound with ropes with their hands behind their backs, a large, tough bronze chain that would pierce the shoulder blades of these men, stringing them together in rows.

A chain can be as few as a few dozen people, as many as one or two hundred.

These people were small, not much bigger than ants, but they were densely packed, like dark clouds in the sky, and they could not be seen at a glance.

"What is this?"

A chill rose in his heart, completely oblivious to his parched and cracked lips and the little strength he had left.

The men roared and wept bitterly, slain with a single blow of thunder from the sky, and died on the shining steel.

After forty-nine thunderbolts, the steel that had been calcined by the flames turned black, a fraction of the purer than obsidian.

He stared blankly, neither daring to move nor shout, as if his soul had been withdrawn, like a wooden man, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

After forty-nine thunderbolts, those villains were killed and wounded, but the thunderclouds in the sky continued unabated, and seemed to be brewing greater power.

Xu Nian was distracted when he heard this, interrupted the fat sister's words, and asked, "Listening to what you said, could it be that the steel burned by the fire of the flying stones outside the sky is about to be tribulated?" ”

The term 'tribulation' is a secretive word, and it is usually the natural punishment suffered by cultivators when they become immortals.

The way of heaven is constant, the feathered person seizes the opportunity of heaven and earth, absorbs the spirit of all things, collects the luck of all living beings for himself, uses more heaven and earth to create, and breaks the balance of heaven, which is the thunder of heaven and thunder, so it is called 'crossing the catastrophe'.

If you can escape this day, the thunder will turn into an immortal, and if you can't dodge, the soul will dissipate, and you will not be able to live forever.

Xu Nian once had a Wudang Taoist in the Maple Leaf Temple to learn martial arts, and occasionally heard Master Yongjue and the Taoist Taoist talk about these things, so he remembered it in his heart.

I was a god of these things, but I didn't think that I heard a scene similar to a catastrophe in the mouth of the fat sister again, and I couldn't help but believe a little bit about this immortal cultivation.

Besides, the Kunlun Sect people's flying sword skills are almost the same as the sword immortal methods that others say, how can he refuse to believe it?

Listening to his words, the fat sister patted her head, and said like an elder: "Yes, yes, it's just a tribulation, not a tribulation...... I don't believe. ”

He went on with the story.

The dark clouds in the sky were rolling, the wind was fierce, and the wind was like a knife, blowing the black steel "sonorously", but he himself only felt that the wind was strong, but it did not hurt people.

Just when the edges and corners of the steel were smoothed by the wind, a five-colored thunder thunder fell violently, like a multicolored match, and smashed straight on the pitch-black steel.

Who knew that after being struck by this five-colored thunderbolt, an old man's face appeared on the steel, and the old man was in pain and opened his mouth to cry.

I don't know if his ears are broken, but it seems that he really heard the scream.

The screams were terrifying, and his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys trembled!

He looked even more stunned, and for a moment he didn't know why.

The screams lasted for about a stick of incense, but they saw thousands of troops and horses turn into wisps of green smoke and evaporate away.

When the smoke cleared, he regained some consciousness slightly, and his heart was pounding.

"Doom! This must be a catastrophe!! Straight lady thief, isn't this fine iron already fine! ”

The first head was well-informed and had realized the seriousness of the matter.

The thunderstorm falling from the sky is extremely dangerous, and Shan Fan is guaranteed to destroy his soul if he is contaminated with a star.

He still wants to carry forward Tangjiabao and win the rivers and lakes, how can he die in this place?

Thinking of this, it seemed that the fatigue on his body was no longer important, untied the knots on his feet, climbed straight up with his hands and feet, and never dared to stay in such a dangerous place for a moment!

Just as he had climbed a few steps, thunderclouds dispersed in the sky, leaking out half of the clear sky.

But he felt a greater crisis, and the whole person was directly frightened and frozen.

His whole body seemed to be drained of consciousness, and he couldn't move, he couldn't even think about it, and he was left with endless fear.

Looking up, I saw those thunderclouds go and return, condensed, and the black oppression was like substance.

"Boom"!

A series of muffled thunderbolts exploded, and pitch-black thunder and lightning hung down from the nine heavens like a swamp.

The thunder seemed to have detached itself from the essence of the thunderbolt, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was liquid, and the viscous thunderbolt slowly fell, and it fell impartially on the steel, and it actually enveloped him.

But in the darkness of thunder and lightning, a face emerged, this long face was much younger than before, the appearance of a middle-aged man.

The steel, which seemed to be struggling, began to move slowly, little by little, inch by inch, toward him, and began to follow the rope to find him.

At this moment, the first generation of leaders was discouraged, and they only felt that they were dying in an instant.

Just as he was about to reach his feet, there was a thunderbolt of "boom", a pure white, dragon-like thunderbolt slashed straight down, impartially in the center of the stainless steel, and blended with the black thunder on it.

Under the bombardment of black and white thunder and lightning, the steel gradually lost its resistance, fell to the ground with a "plop", and the human face changed from middle-aged to teenager.

The first generation of leaders was shocked, and before they knew it, the sweat had already flowed all over the ground, falling on the hot ground and being evaporated.

The rain fell as if to cover it up, and the rain cooled the scorching earth.

He crawled down the rope and lay on the ground on all fours, letting the rain hit him.

Since then, Tangjiabao has such a legend, which has been passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation.

There is a peerless fierce sword hidden in the underground sword furnace, and the fierce sword is not completed, and it takes the hard work of several generations of leaders in vain. Since the fifteenth generation of the head of the family, there are murderous corpses guarding the fierce sword, and the younger generations of geniuses can cast this sword and lead thousands of murderous corpses to unify the martial arts!

The fat sister finished the story, and couldn't help laughing when she looked at the three of them with stunned expressions.

"Okay, okay, it's just a legend, it's not a big deal. What kind of fierce sword winner wins the world, it's all nonsense! ”