"How far is it?"

The group walked for more than half an hour, the road ahead was foggy, and there was no end in sight, and they could only feel that they had been walking down.

The passage is deep and narrow, winding down, and I don't know where it leads.

After traveling more than ten miles, the vision in front of me broadened.

They came to an underground palace.

The square is wide, supported by stone pillars, and there are many thick green bricks laid on the ground, which are simple and neat.

Not far away, there are more than a dozen stone houses of different sizes, all of which are made of blue bricks, which is very simple.

"I didn't expect that there was a dungeon under this hall!"

"Looking at the environment of this underground palace, it is at least thousands of years old."

"Could it be that this is a retreat from the Hate Sword Master?"

Everyone's eyes were surprised, and there was a hint of fiery, and it was natural to think of the amazing and brilliant Sword Master.

The powerhouses of several major sects were no exception, all of them were a little excited, and they looked nervously around the underground palace.

"A lot of weapons!"

Someone shouted excitedly, and in one of the stone houses, there were all kinds of soldiers on display, shining brightly and sharp, and there were more than twenty of them.

"Whew!"

Xu Lan's face was excited, and she rushed to the front before everyone else.

Seeing this, the others did not hesitate and rushed away.

At this time, whether you can get the treasure or not depends on each person's ability.

But just as they picked it up, the weapon in their hands slowly decomposed like wind and sand!

"This ..... How so? ”

Many people looked unwilling, and they did not believe in evil and grabbed other weapons, without exception, and they all turned into a pile of iron filings in a moment.

Later, some people found many treasures in other stone houses, whether they were yellowed scrolls or bottles and jars of various sizes.......

It's a pity that the unknown scroll is like a weapon, and as soon as it touches it, it turns into powder and floats away.

And those bottles and cans, old and old, although they have not collapsed, are empty inside, only some faint fragrance, very thin.

"We're late......."

An elder of the Burning Moon Sect shook his head bitterly, "This underground palace has not seen the light of day all year round, and after thousands of years, these treasures have finally disappeared with the wind. ”

"Alas, in this way, I'm afraid that the "Sword Sutra of Leaving Hatred" will not be able to see the light of day again."

The bald old man of the Chixiao Sect couldn't help but sigh, one of the purposes of his trip was this supreme sword book.

"No..... How so! ”

Xu Lan lost her mind for a while, and the ancient books in her hands turned into wisps of yellow sand overflowing from between her fingers.

At this moment, her body was stiff with her eyes, as if she was dozens of years old, with her white hair tangled and her breath heavy.

The rest of them were also in mixed moods.

Especially the survivors of the five dynasties, their faces were full of melancholy and loss, and it was difficult to let go.

How can they accept this kind of ending?

For hundreds of thousands of years, for the inheritance of the legendary sword master, they have exhausted an unknown amount of effort, covered with white bones, and spread all over the secret realm.

In the end, it was an empty joy, and the bamboo basket was empty.......

"Come on, everyone, there's a coffin here!"

Everyone was frightened and hurriedly went over to investigate.

Just in the depths of the underground palace, behind several stone houses, there is a pitch-black coffin.

"This ..... It's the ..... of that one."

There was an intermittent rush of surprise in the crowd, but it stopped only halfway through.

Nevertheless, the crowd understood what he meant.

In this kind of place, the only one who is eligible is the Sword Master.

The group gathered around the coffin, with different expressions and silence.

Right now, there's an obvious problem ahead.

Do you want to open the coffin?

At this moment, no one dared to make a direct decision, not even the bald old man of the Chixiao Sect.

After all, the dead are greater.

If the dead who have already been put into the coffin are disturbed again, it is really disrespectful, and they will be tainted with bad luck.

Besides, this one is not an ordinary person, but a generation of sword masters who once shocked the Southern Regions!

Even after a thousand years, there are still all kinds of heroic deeds in this land, and many people present have heard of it, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they grew up listening to his story.

Therefore, everyone is very taboo and does not want to risk the condemnation of the world.

Time passed, and the twenty or so people stood in silence, staring at each other with wide eyes, accompanied only by the sound of heavy gasps.

"No matter!"

Suddenly. The bald old man stood up and said righteously: "Since you don't dare, then the old man will do it for you." ”

"Presumptuous! This is the coffin of my patriarch, you dare! ”

Xu Lan scolded sharply, stopped in front, and said, "Don't think that the old body doesn't know what your idea is, isn't your trip just for the ancestor's long-hated sword?" ”

was exposed in person, the bald old man's face turned red, and he brushed his sleeves and said angrily: "What, do you think you can stop the old decay?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a thick aura burst out from his body, which was extremely powerful, and instantly shocked the old woman away.

"Bang!"

It wasn't until he hit the coffin behind him that he couldn't stop his body.

"You...... Breakthrough?! ”

Xu Lan's face was shocked, and she didn't care about the wisps of blood that overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

A hundred years ago, the other party was only five or five times better than her, and she was only slightly stronger.

But now, the bald old man shocked her with just his momentum, and the gap between the two was completely widened.

"You don't think that after all these years, the old decay has not been prepared, right?"

The bald old man sneered to himself, shook his head and said, "I don't see so much, you are still the same, and you haven't grown at all." ”

Listening to his sarcasm, Xu Lan's old face was ugly, she clenched her teeth, and snorted.

"Get out of the way, or the old man will have to kill you completely."

The bald old man walked forward, and although he was old, his steps were so light that it was difficult to hear even the sound of footsteps.

"Lannu, come back!"

Not far away, Yun Qinglan's red lips opened lightly, and he secretly transmitted his voice.

"Yes.... Miss. ”

The old woman clutched her chest and walked back to the crowd lonely.

The situation is stronger than people, and no matter how unwilling she is, she can't do anything.

The most important thing is that Yun Qinglan is still here, if she acts tough and recklessly, it is very likely to affect the girl.

If something happened to Yun Qinglan, she would not be able to explain to the Sword Sect, let alone to that adult.

"Haha, after hundreds of years of planning, the Long Hate Sword is finally coming!"

The bald old man walked to the coffin and rubbed his hands slightly excitedly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the most precious thing may be the supreme sword scripture.

But only a few people know that the most precious thing to leave the Hate Sword Master is his sword, the Long Hate Sword!

The origin of the Long Hate Sword is mysterious, the edge is rare, nothing is broken, it is indestructible, and it is a top-notch sword weapon.

Even in the continental weapons spectrum, it is also famous, leaving a strong stroke.

Thousands of years ago, the sword master who left hatred, it was with a long-hated sword that he defeated many talents in the world, became famous in all directions, and was famous in the Southern Regions.

Weapons of this level, forged by the qi of heaven and earth, are full of spirituality, but they are not so easy to weather, and it is difficult for something to wear away.

And as far as he knew, the sword master was fond of swords, and the sword never left his body, and it was very likely that the sword would be buried with it.

"Dang!"

The heavy coffin fell, splashing smoke and dust.

The bald old man looked inside excitedly.

But in the next moment, his face changed suddenly, and he was shocked, and shouted:

"Female ....... Woman?! This is not the coffin of the Sword Lord! ”