In an instant, Su Daochen thought a lot, and some of the speculations that came to his mind gradually became a line.

"Where are you, old man? What the hell is this place? ”

His soul spread out in all directions, trying to find the direction of the sword master.

Now he has so many puzzles that he needs someone to answer his questions.

“.......”

There was silence all around, only the endless spitting of magma boiling, and the sword master seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and did not respond for a long time.

Su Daochen stood on the stone bridge, his clothes were slightly brushed, looking into the distance, waiting patiently.

Half an hour passed before the sound of vicissitudes resounded, intermittently and very faintly.

"You..... Let's go! Over here..... It's too dangerous, and it's going to kill you. ”

In the end, it seemed that he had exhausted a great deal of strength, and he could only barely hear a trace of it.

"In the depths!"

Su Daochen's eyes flashed slightly, catching a faint trace of anger, which was deep at the end of the stone bridge.

Without hesitation, he raised his feet and walked forward, indifferently walking in the middle of the magma pool.

When I arrived here, the temperature was already unusually high, even with the True Yuan Gang Qi to protect the body, it still felt very hot and dry, and there was a faint stinging pain on the skin.

Lowering his head and scanning the bubbling magma below his eyes, Su Daochen was secretly speechless, this kind of high temperature was already weaker than ordinary fire, and it could be called terrifying.

He walked all the way, walking through the quaint and yellowed stone bridge, and his spiritual sense became stronger and stronger.

"It's ......."

Su Daochen stood at the end of the stone bridge and looked forward.

Not far away, a circular altar comes into view, connecting seven stone bridges.

The altar is very quaint, the whole body is forged in inexplicable metal, gray and black, and there is a very long and barren sense of age.

In the center of the altar, there is a bronze statue more than 100 meters high, with a strange shape, skinny, and evil spirits.

Su Daochen looked at it fixedly, and his expression was slightly awe-inspiring.

The humanoid statue was exactly the same as what he had seen in the Black Iron Hall.

Seeing this, he knew it in his heart.

The one who is suppressed under the magma should be the corpse demon.

"Less.... Nian, you ..... I shouldn't have come. ”

Suddenly, a low sigh came from the front of the side.

Su Daochen raised his eyes and swept away, and finally froze under the big feet of the statue.

There, an old man with a white beard sat cross-legged, very thin, with a sallow complexion, and his skin wrinkled like tree bark.

The old man was dressed in a gray cloth robe, covered with dust, and his beard was long and messy, which had long since touched the ground, and it looked like he had not taken care of it for a long time.

He just sat in the corner, leaning on the big feet of the statue, his head hanging down, very lonely.

At the old man's lap, only a dusty long sword rested quietly, full of the breath of time.

Other than that, nothing.......

Looking at the old man, Su Daochen felt a little sour in his heart, what was the reason for a sword king-level powerhouse to be lonely to such a point?

He had mixed feelings in his heart, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Your realm is so weak, how did you enter that hall?"

Shi Fenglan, the famous Sword Master of the First Dynasty, slowly raised her head, opened her cloudy eyes, and looked at Su Daochen.

He looked at Su Daochen, his dim eyes closed from time to time, giving people a feeling of dying in his last years.

"The doors of the temple are opened by themselves......."

Su Daochen smiled faintly and stood still in front of the old man.

"Opened it yourself?"

The voice of the Sword Master of Hatred raised a lot, and he was a little surprised.

Su Daochen nodded and said briefly.

Unexpectedly, after listening to his words, the old man Shi Fenglan was silent, and his expression was heavy.

Suddenly, the first sentence he said made Su Daochen stunned.

"It's not what they think it is, there's a big danger lurking, you shouldn't come in......"

The old man sighed and spoke eloquently.

After a while, Su Daochen probably understood.

It turns out that the so-called Sword Master Cave Mansion is just a beautiful fantasy made up by outsiders.

The small world here was not opened up by the Sword Lord, but existed here a long time ago.

It's a pity that what the old man said was limited and vague, as if there was something unspeakable, so that he only knew a little bit about it.

"Old man, how long have you been here, why don't you go out and walk around?"

Su Daochen couldn't help but ask.

A generation of sword masters, who should be peerless and admired by hundreds of millions of people, is buried in the depths of the dark mountain this time, which is a pity.

"I can't remember, it's been thousands of years......"

The old man Shi Fenglan shook his head slowly, looked at the boiling magma in front of him, and said inexplicably: "The old man can't go, and he can't go." ”

Su Daochen was stunned and frowned slightly, "Why is this?" ”

The old man was silent for a while, lowered his head, and spit out two words tremblingly, "Redemption.... Crime. ”

"Atonement?"

Su Daochen heard it in a fog, and he didn't know why.

The old man's body shook slightly, his eyes were red, as if he remembered something sad, and it was not until a long time that he gradually calmed down, and said hoarsely:

"It's all because the old man was obsessed and greedy when he was young, and forcibly opened the wasteland and entered the magic mountain..... It's all my fault, if it weren't for me...... None of this will happen either..... Lan'er won't die either......."

Wasteland? Magic Mountain? Lan'er?

Su Daochen's eyes widened, listening intently, still feeling confused.

It is worth mentioning that when it comes to "Lan'er", the more the old man talks, the more excited he becomes, his thoughts are confused, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, and his mood is very unstable.

He probably understood that this "Lan'er" should be the confidante of the sword master, and he could see that the old man was very affectionate to her, and his strong sense of self-reproach was overflowing.

Wait a minute......

Su Daochen's heart moved, thinking of the female corpse he saw in the underground palace.......

Before the female corpse entered the demon, she had a dignified posture and an elegant appearance, and she was indeed a rare beauty.

Judging from the intermittent descriptions of the old population, it is very likely that the female corpse is the so-called "Lan'er".

"It can't be that coincidental."

He was embarrassed and hesitated for a long time, but finally chose to take out the fiery red orb and hand it over.

"Sun Pearl! Where did you get it? ”

The moment he saw the beads, the spirit of the sword master lifted his spirits, and he grabbed Su Daochen's wrist suddenly, snatched the beads, and looked them up and down.

"This is Lan'er's breath! You ....."

Suddenly, the old man's expression was awe-inspiring, his tone was slightly cold, and he said, "Have you been to the underground palace and opened the wooden coffin?!" ”

"This ..... It's a long story....."

Su Daochen held his forehead with his hand, feeling indescribable and very embarrassed.

To this day, he still doesn't understand that the woman he killed was a female corpse to be exact, a confidante or wife who hated the sword master.

After a long while, the old man Shi Fenglan stared blankly at the Burning Sun Bead in his palm, and fell into a long silence.

"Yes.... Don't ..... I didn't know she was ......"

Su Daochen sighed lightly, although he didn't do anything wrong, he felt that he still had to say something, otherwise he would always feel uncomfortable.

After all, it was someone's wife's coffin, and it was not allowed to be cleaned after death, but it was forcibly opened by the intruder.

This kind of thing, in other words, he will inevitably get angry and angry.

Besides, in the end, he also made a heavy hand, and now standing in front of the old man, he always feels a little unspeakably guilty.

Even, he was ready to face the anger of the old man.

But to his surprise.

The Sword Master didn't glare at him, but just sighed deeply, his voice trembled, and confirmed, "Lan'er...... Enchanted? ”

Su Daochen opened his mouth, and finally nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, the old man closed his eyes weakly, lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, not knowing what it was like in his heart.

After a while, he slowly stood up, stared at the statue of the corpse demon, and laughed at himself:

"Retribution! It's all retribution! The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant...... It's all the fault of old decay! ”