Crossing the path formed by the spread of vines, the boy followed closely under the traction of the girl's arm.

In the deep valley, Chen Xiaoyu pursed his lips, his eyebrows together, and wondered why he always met these lively and lovely sisters and sisters. Although he is the protagonist, it is natural to meet these people, but as a qualified social phobia, this will only make him feel uncomfortable.

Just like now, the girl named Qingyin in front of her was holding her hand for about ten minutes.

The snake people inherited the cold-blooded nature of the snake species, and their cold hands had no temperature at all, but even so, Chen Xiaoyu still felt that his heart was pounding, and there was a warm current in his heart that kept surging upward.

If it weren't for Chen Xiaoyu's self-knowledge, he might be like most men, thinking that this is his heartbeat.

"Brother Xiaoyu, why are you in a daze?"

At some point, Qing Yin stopped. The boy who followed closely behind him also stopped, staring blankly ahead. I don't know, I thought it was a walking corpse.

Qing Yin pouted and blinked. The cyan pupils were clear and smart, "Brother Xiaoyu won't be in love with his sister, right?" ”

The gentle and faint voice instantly pulled Chen Xiaoyu's soul back to his body, and the young man raised his other hand, which had nowhere to put it, was stunned for a moment, and shook his head vigorously.

He denied it: "No, no, I'm just wondering why Sister Qingyin's hands don't have any temperature at all." ”

Qing Yin was not surprised at all by Chen Xiaoyu, who was in the advanced stage of "rectal cancer", because she could probably guess that this young man would say such a thing.

"The bloodline of the snake people is also a snake, and the little fishing brother is stupid and naïve, there shouldn't be a girl who doesn't like it." Qing Yin let go of Chen Xiaoyu's hand, twisted his thin waist behind his back slightly, leaned forward, stared at Chen Xiaoyu's eyes, and blinked his left eye slightly.

Chen Xiaoyu froze directly, swallowed and foamed, and said, "Sister Qingyin, when can we see him." ”

He here is talking about the Sword Emperor Meng Haobai.

Qing Yin was still smiling, and the lotus step moved lightly and moved away from Chen Xiaoyu's eyes.

Suddenly, ten square pillars that reached through the sky were reflected in front of Chen Xiaoyu's eyes, and each square pillar was engraved with various rune marks, which were magnificent and magnificent, as if they were in the sky.

"This is ......" Chen Xiaoyu only felt a shock in his heart and wanted to leave here.

"This is the Nine Directions Heavenly Prison that suppressed Sword Emperor Meng Haobai."

The ethereal voice came from the sky, which had a long history and hit Chen Xiaoyu's heart. He wanted to ask Qing Yin where this voice came from, but when he looked up at his side, the delicate and cute slightly bewitching girl had long since disappeared.

Helpless, Chen Xiaoyu could only look at Fang Zhu again. This time, the pressure in my heart gradually dissipated, and the pressure I had felt before was gone.

"You haven't told me where to get in!" Chen Xiaoyu raised his head and roared.

Just as the boy's long howl was gradually drowned out in the echoes of the valley, an extremely vicissitudes of sound came from behind the square pillar.

"It's been 30,000 years, and finally someone has come to accompany the old man?"

The voice of vicissitudes of life is full of sadness, and a sentence of 30,000 years pierces people's hearts.

Chen Xiaoyu tightened his nerves, his eyes glancing at the gap between the square pillars, and vaguely saw a thick pitch-black chain hanging behind the pillars.

Wrong! There is a chain behind each pillar, dark and black, sacred and solemn.

Chen Xiaoyu stepped forward quickly, approaching the gap in the square pillar, only to find that the ten chains connected to the pillar all led to one place, connected to the shackles, and locked a sloppy and dirty human being.

"Could he be the Sword Emperor Meng Haobai in the mouth of the gods consciousness?" Chen Xiaoyu always felt a little unbelievable in his heart. In the mouth of the gods, he was able to turn over the river and the sea, slash the fairy land mountain, and the sword emperor Meng Haobai, who separated the sea of the gods, was suppressed for more than 30,000 years, and he turned into such an image of a beggar.

If he didn't have an internal hanging, I'm afraid the end might not be much better than that of this Sword Emperor senior.

"yes, it's inside!" Chen Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that the Divine Domain was still a game world in theory, and felt that he had turned on the function of viewing information.

Behind the square pillar, Meng Haobai's various values were infinitely close to 0, but his health value was twenty percent remaining.

"It's weird."

"Little doll, what are you talking about?"

Chen Xiaoyu, who was thinking about the problem in his heart, suddenly blurted out a strange sentence somehow, although the voice was not loud, but it just passed through the gap in the square pillar to the inside.

The voice of vicissitudes and desolation came here, and the body trapped by chains and iron cuffs, the hair that was so long that it covered its face and upper body seemed to tremble.

Chen Xiaoyu hurriedly responded: "Aha, the seniors heard it wrong, I didn't speak!" ”

I don't know why, Chen Xiaoyu instinctively didn't dare to admit what he just said. Maybe it's because it's not polite to say that others are strange, and I'm afraid that it will affect his efficiency in asking people to do things later.

Meng Haobai, who was trapped in the shackles, let out a low sneer, raised his head suddenly, and his eyes with sword intent and killing intent were still shining, and he was dead against Chen Xiaoyu.

"The little doll is questioning the old man?" Meng Haobai asked.

The voice of vicissitudes suddenly had sword intent, which frightened Chen Xiaoyu by taking half a step back, and waved his hand again and again to explain: "No, no, how dare the kid doubt the old-timers!" I just think it's rude to say that old-timers are weird! ”

Chen Xiaoyu exhaled, obviously he could see all of Meng Haobai's data, and he also knew that such a data that was infinitely close to 0 could not cause him any harm at all, but he just couldn't say a feeling of timidity.

Perhaps, this is the unique sense of borderless oppression after the sword cultivation in the world ascended to the Divine Domain.

"Politeness? Hehehe, the little doll is really interesting. Meng Haobai raised his head and looked at the sky again, and suddenly the residual luster in his eyes became bright, and he even showed a look of surprise.

"Little doll, the old man has been trapped here for more than 30,000 years, and you are the first person to come to see the old man, compared to this, it is enough to be polite."

Meng Haobai raised his head and stared at the sky, but did not look at Chen Xiaoyu.

Across the valley, the light of the firmament shone on the square pillar, and Chen Xiaoyu suddenly understood why a god could be called a god.

Such a desolate and desolate old sword cultivator, even if he is sloppy to the point of not being as good as a beggar, as long as he is given a ray of light, the god will still be a god.

"Senior, why did you ...... back then? Sword slash Shenming Sea, sword picks Shenming City? ”

Chen Xiaoyu is straight-mouthed and fast-talking. But in this sentence, he changed what he originally wanted to say about the Chaos Divine Domain to terms such as sword slashing and sword picking, which are in line with the identity of a sword cultivator.

Meng Haobai closed his eyes, felt the warmth under the light of the sky, and asked with a long sigh: "Little doll, the old man asked you, why are gods called gods?" ”

Chen Xiaoyu shook his head, how did he know.

After waiting for a while, Meng Haobai struggled to stand up, his long black and white hair dragging on the ground, embarrassed.

He said slowly: "The old man doesn't know, that's why he wants to be the Ancient Sword Emperor of the Troubled Ancient God Domain!" ”