Just when Dongfang Ning Feng fell down the Moon Cliff, thousands of miles away from the Sword King Ridge, a group of black-clothed people walked in the vast snowy night.

This group of people were all wearing a full coat and hat, but this outfit was much more valuable than those sword cultivators in Sword King Ridge, and the hat on their heads also had a layer of black veil, pouring down, making it difficult to see their faces clearly.

Looking closely, in the middle of this group of people, there is a gray sedan chair, and a woman in black is made in the sedan chair, and the murderous hat still blocks her face. I could only see the four people carrying the sedan chair outside, their feet not touching the ground, on the three-foot-thick snow, walking on the ground as if they were walking on the ground, stepping on the snow without a trace.

"Sister, the snow is covering the mountain, and if everyone arrives, it will probably take a few days. Outside the delicate son, a soft voice came.

Inside the sedan chair, she opened her eyes that were as cold as the moonlight, and said, "I'm not interested in the Sword King Competition, just find the Wanyue Sword." ”

Under the Moon Cliff, there is a dark place, perhaps because it is too deep, and the bright moon in the sky cannot shine on this land.

Legend has it that the first light between heaven and earth was born in the darkest place.

There is a cloud in the "Ancient Book of Heaven": Heaven and earth are born in chaos, and chaos is already dark, cold, and lifeless.

Dongfang Ning Feng didn't feel the pain anymore, he only felt that his whole body was so cold, cold to the bone marrow, such a cold, as if not only the body, but also the heart was cold, and he was about to die.

But he didn't feel afraid, he didn't have the slightest fear, he just felt tired like he had never felt before, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

Strangely, when he was extremely sleepy and weak, his consciousness gradually became clearer. He obviously drank the "Nine Worms Broken Intestines", how could he not die without ten thousand insects?

It seemed that something surrounded him, very gentle, very careful, but cold as ice, slowly sucking the heat in his body, and at the same time with a strange feeling of comfort, people couldn't help but want to sleep comfortably like this.

If not, the wooden sword in his right hand came with a familiar and warm aura, rising like a guard for his master, if not, there was too much unwillingness in his heart.

He struggled to open his eyes in sleepiness, minute by minute!

It was a ray of light in eternal darkness!

In the endless and boundless darkness, only in front of the eyes of Dongfang Ning Feng, a little light quietly lit up, it was a faint, white light light, it floated in the darkness, wrapped around him, like the most gentle woman, holding her beloved lover, and lingering with him like this.

It was like a puff of light smoke, with some ethereal, in mid-air, beside Dongfang Ning Feng, it gradually turned into a beautiful and poignant face, kissing the young man!

Between the lips, there is a faint fragrance, a trace of warmth, and some of them, but only cold!

The cold in my heart!

The wooden sword Huo Ran soared, and the pale yellow light blocked in front of Dongfang Ning Feng's body, and the beautiful face that was transformed by the light white light seemed to be a little afraid of this, and had to retreat.

Dongfang Ning Feng's body was shocked, he turned over, looked at the illusionary beauty in front of him, and shouted: "Mother!"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-......hee" piercing laughter echoed in this small world.

Dongfang Ning Feng couldn't help but stretch out his hand, but the light and shadow turned into green smoke again with the arrival of his hand, and he wanted to chase forward, but he stood there alive, motionless.

At this moment, he found himself standing in a cold pool, the biting cold had already made his body unconscious, and he saw that Dongfang Ning Feng's body was crawling with small white snakes, each with sharp teeth like ice needles, gnawing at every piece of his skin.

Looking at the already blurred flesh and blood, Dongfang Ning Feng's heart trembled, feeling more uncomfortable than death.

At this moment, on the shore of Hantan, one after another cyan centipedes went into the water and soon swam to Dongfang Ningfeng's side. People are good and are bullied, people are weak and eaten by others, and the group that has been tattered, this group of centipedes still has to insert a foot, keep biting, chewing, and swallowing.

Even though his body was numbed by the cold, thousands of white snakes and centipedes not only bitten, but also injected toxins into his body, which seemed to evoke the poison of the nine insects.

He let out a loud cry, only far away in the darkness, and in the darkness around him, his voice seemed not so loud, but after a long time, there were faint echoes back. It was also with his shout, as if he had been alarmed, that in the darkness around him, it was silently lit up again.

Dongfang Ning Feng only felt that his heart was split, and then as if the heart in his chest had stopped, he held his breath and watched a faint white light that was almost exactly the same as just now, light up in the darkness in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, all directions lit up, flashing with that faint white light.

The bursts of smoky white light, drifting, transformed into countless faces, male or female, old or young, beautiful or ugly, but at this moment, in his eyes, there was only one person.

"Mother......" Looking at the phantom that appeared again, Dongfang Ning Feng shouted over and over again.

"Brush!" The wooden sword flashed, and several white lights dissipated in an instant.

Enduring the intense pain, Dongfang Ning Feng gritted to grasp the wooden sword, and a faint yellow light instantly surrounded his body, only to see that the little white snakes and cyan centipedes seemed to be frightened, and they left his body one after another, never daring to approach again.

Suddenly, there seemed to be something unusual on the calm water surface, and the water surface under the layers of cold air rippled, little by little, for a while, you could clearly hear the flow of the pool water, which was mixed with the soft murmur of something.

Dongfang Ning Feng looked straight around, and finally one after another white long swords burst out from the bottom of the cold pool, thousands of sword shadows occupied every space around, and the shadows that transformed into white light flew around the long swords.

It turned out that the sword was whispering, and it turned out that this was a sword mound.

According to ancient legends, life is old and dead, only the soul is immortal, at the end of a lifetime, there will be a soul out of the body, with greed, hatred, and stupidity as the three poisons, fear, evil, and fear as the three fears, and love, farewell, and separation as the persistence, nostalgia for the world, looking back on the past, unwilling to die, is a resentful spirit, there has been a legend, thousands of resentful spirits sacrificed into the ancient sword, turned into a sword spirit.

If you think about it carefully, the white light around you is a yin thing, and it must be the sword spirit in the ancient sword.

There were countless sword spirits, as if they had woken up from a long slumber, and felt the warmth of the human body that appeared for the first time in tens of thousands of years, and gathered here.

The sword spirit came out, where is the ancient sword?

Suddenly, countless white lights disappeared, and Dongfang Ning Feng stood in the vast darkness, quietly, feeling an unknown sigh!

This vast darkness, this terrible silence, seemed to be only for the coming of this moment, and the overwhelming vibration, the deafening sound, filled his mind.

I saw a behemoth flying out of the cold pool, and the cold water splashed Dongfang Ning Feng's face, and also washed away his flesh and blood blurred body.

He squinted at the yellow light, and gradually a long sword the size of a small mountain appeared, and countless small swords around him continued to tremble, as if to greet their king.

Dongfang Ning Feng never thought that he would be able to see the legendary ancient sword, he had no spiritual root, and he had seen many historical secrets for more than ten years, and he knew that the sword in front of him was the legendary ancient sword - Wanyue.

The Wanyue Sword seemed to be as excited as Dongfang Ningfeng, and after shaking a few times, it turned into the size of an ordinary long sword, and then did not stay in the air for a moment, and quickly stabbed towards Dongfang Ningfeng.

The sudden change caught him off guard, and he didn't even react yet. However, the wooden sword in his hand quietly rose, and instantly collided with the Wanyue Sword.

At this moment, Dongfang Ning Feng and the wooden sword seemed to be connected by flesh and blood, as if they had been like this for many years, and they didn't have the slightest feeling, it seemed that they should have been like this, as if they were like this in their previous lives.

I really don't know where this wooden sword came from, it can compete with the Wanyue Ancient Sword, is it really just a wooden sword used by the sword god Xue Ziyan?

At this moment, a strong and powerful voice came: "Why do you drift away, why do you have less Tuanluan, why do you have to be separated for a long time, why are you not at peace?"

"How can I feel the breath of the old man in you. ”