The gist is that if you want to blame, blame Ling Yueshuang.

Ling Yueshuang wanted to refute her a few words, but when she saw Ling Hanxuan's gloomy face, she still kept her mouth shut.

Ling Zhao looked like he didn't eat oil and salt.

Ling Hanxuan expected her to save herself, so she could only obey her hospital and spit out those words from her mouth: "Dad, please save me." ”

He didn't know the meaning of the word dad, so it was hard for him to say the word please.

Seeing this, the other Ling family disciples also shouted.

Ling Zhao squinted his eyes and enjoyed it very much.

In the end, there was still Ling Yueshuang left, she was arrogant, she really didn't want to lower her head to beg Ling Zhao, she wanted to just fool her around, but Ling Zhao stared at her, and when she didn't say anything, she said, "Miss Ling, why don't you say it?" ”

Ling Yueshuang gritted her teeth and gritted her teeth: "Dad, please save me!" ”

"Huh! Daddy is here! ”

Ling Zhao jumped up from the ground in a flash, his eyes bent, and he slashed at the vine that tied Ling Xian with his sword.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

There wasn't even a trace left on the vine.

Ling Zhao: "......"

Ling greetings: "......"

Ling Yueshuang couldn't help it: "Can you do it!" ”

Ling Zhao snorted embarrassedly: "One more time, one more time, this time I will use ten percent of my strength." ”

As she spoke, she attacked the vines again.

This time, she filled up her spiritual power and slashed at the vines fiercely, and then ......

The vines were intact, and Ling Zhao's sword snapped into two with a "click".

It was just an ordinary sword, and Ling Zhao was not distressed.

However, it is embarrassing.

Ling Hanxuan only felt that his previous thoughts were ridiculous, why should he expect a waste material with only the strength of a first-order spirit master to save him?

Ling Zhao touched his head and smiled innocently: "Haha, this sword must not work, or Brother Ling, you can use your sword for me." ”

She looked at Ling with hope in her eyes.

Ling Hanxuan didn't believe her very much, but at present, it was true that Ling Zhao was the only one who was not tied up by the old tree, and the only one they could count on was Ling Zhao, so Ling Hanxuan thought for a moment and agreed with her statement.

His sword was worn on his waist, and Ling Hanxuan wasted a lot of effort to get the spirit sword down.

Ling Zhao picked it up and touched it.

Ling Hanxuan's sword was a spiritual weapon, a little heavy, Ling Zhao took it in his hand and tried it, thinking it was not bad, in Ling Hanxuan's impatient urging, she was full of spiritual power again, aimed at the vine tied to Ling Hanxuan, and slashed over.

Just listen to the "boom".

The vines didn't hurt, but the ground began to tremble, and rubble began to fall from above the hole.

"WOC, are you buried alive?!"

Ling Zhao hurriedly found a triangle to hide.

The faces of the disciples of the Ling family who were tied up by the old tree also began to change, especially Ling Hanyu, after experiencing Ling Zhao three times, he didn't save him, and he didn't know what mechanism was triggered, so it was strange that he was in a good mood.

Why did he believe Ling Zhao?

Ling Hanxuan wanted to ask himself this question a little, but it was already this time, and Ling Hanxuan couldn't be allowed to think about anything else, he shouted at Ling Yueshuang and the others: "Use spiritual power!" Protect yourself! ”

As soon as his words fell, the ground began to shake violently.

The trunk of the old tree also seems to have been split.

There was a huge gap in the ground, and Ling Zhao didn't have time to hide, so he fell directly into it.

Consciousness was plunged into darkness.

When he woke up again, Ling Zhao had some suspicions that he was blind, it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see his five fingers, Ling Zhao condensed the Red Mysterious Fire in the palm of his hand, which illuminated the surrounding scenery.

With the brightness in front of him, Ling Zhao was not so panicked.

Observing the surroundings, she didn't seem to fall together with Ling Hanxuan and the others, so it was fine.

Save her from finding a way to escape from them.

Thinking back to his eyes, this seems to be a long tunnel, the tunnel is not wide, it can only accommodate two people, there seems to be a mural carved on the wall, Ling Zhao took a closer look, it is a picture of a beauty.

A man in white, holding a long sword in his hand, his eyes were wide, and his eyebrows were full of arrogance.

There are also a few lines of small print underneath.

It was too small, and Ling Zhao had to lie on it to see it clearly.

"My name is Changkong, and I am a refiner."

"I have always pursued the way of refining weapons, inspired to refine the world's first artifact, and I have been pursuing this goal, and I have been working hard for it until I ...... when I was twenty-five years old."

The small print disappears here.

Ling Zhao walked forward, and sure enough, he saw another mural, as well as a few lines of small characters below.

This time, there was an extra woman on the mural, and the woman was flamboyant and bright, dressed in red, and free and easy.

"When I was twenty-five years old, I met a person named Ning Yang, she was beautiful, confident, and wanton. My encounter with her was not beautiful because Master did not approve of us being together, and I don't understand why. ”

Ling Zhao kept walking forward, the mural was constantly changing, she hurriedly glanced at the mural, and went to see the small words below, but the small words after that seemed to be filled with sadness, only a few words.

"I betrayed my teacher and married her."

"I'm going to be a father."

"Master has found it, but our child is gone."

"Master asked me if I still want to continue refining. He asked me if I had forgotten my original intention, but I had already changed my mind, I just wanted to be plain with her. ”

The mural is not long, and there are not many words, telling an ordinary and bloody story, Ling Zhao groped forward again, this is the last mural, the mural is engraved with a bright flame, and there is a woman lying on the flame, it is Ning Yang, her expression is painful, as if she is suffering a great ordeal.

"I saw it, I saw everything......"

"They killed Ning Yang! They killed Ning Yang! ”

The small characters are engraved here, and it seems that there is some madness, and the traces of the font sinking down are also a lot deeper.

The tunnel was gone here, Ling Zhao used the Red Shadow Flame to illuminate the road ahead, and saw an archway, Ling Zhao walked in, almost at the moment of stepping in, the Red Shadow Flame in Ling Zhao's hand suddenly broke away from her hand as if it was not obeying the call, and scurried back and forth in the air like crazy.

"What for!"

Ling Zhao let out a low snort, she just wanted to mobilize the Red Shadow Flame again, but suddenly the Red Shadow Flame in her body also became agitated, Ling Zhao didn't know why.

She couldn't suppress the restless red flames.

"What the hell?"

Ling Zhao complained.

However, as soon as her words fell, the red dark fire floating in the air suddenly stopped, and after a breath, it was divided into several parts, forming a circle around it, and then, only the sound of "clang" was heard.

It's like the trap has been triggered.

All of a sudden, it lit up like day.

As far as the eye can see, it becomes clear.

A little dazzling, Ling Zhao subconsciously closed his eyes, and after opening them, he was instantly startled, his heart stopped beating, his breathing stagnated, and his steps took two steps back uncontrollably.

In front of her, if nothing else, was a skeleton.

There was an eroded stone stake on the back of the skeleton, which seemed to be tied to this person when he was alive, his legs were coiled in an eerie posture, and the cloak he was wearing had long since rotted out of shape, hanging on the skeleton one by one.

Ling Zhao suddenly thought of the sky.

She knelt down at once and kowtowed three times: "I'm sorry for the seniors in the sky!" The juniors have no intention of bothering, they just fell here by accident, they have no intention of disturbing the seniors, and the juniors are going to find a way out! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she got up and ran out.

But as soon as he got up on one leg, he suddenly remembered a noisy sound all around, Ling Zhao was startled, and the leg that had just gotten up knelt down again.

The cacophony of voices began to become clear.

First, a slightly old voice said: "Changkong, your talent in refining weapons must not be wasted, there has been no one who can refine an artifact in the Flood Desolation Realm for hundreds of years, you must refine an artifact!" ”

"Well, I'll work hard, Master!"

Behind it was a childish voice.

Combined with the murals he had seen before, Ling Zhao had more or less guessed something.

Continue listening, followed by a bright female voice: "Sky! ”

Everything was going to follow the development of the mural, until finally Ling Zhao heard a heart-rending cry from the sky: "Run! Ayan! Run! Run! Ayan !! ”

"Sky! Growing up with children is not what you should have! Your goal is to craft artifacts, and these will only get in your way! ”

"Master! Don't, I will refine the artifact, I won't waste it in the future, I'll practice it well, Master, let Ah Yang go, I beg you, I beg you, Master! ”

"No, don't!! Ayan !! ”

The sound ended here, and it was exactly the same as the story on the mural, around Ling Zhao, an outsider, and after listening to the last voice, I also felt my heart tremble, so painful, so heartbreaking.

Ling Zhao pursed his lips in silence.

Silence returned.

She captured the new word "Flood Desolation Realm" in these languages, this continent is called Jiuxiao Continent, so where is the Flood Desolation Realm?

How did this Sky Senior end up here?

is still so embarrassed, isn't it related to the master in his mouth?

It's just that these Ling Zhao have no way of knowing after all.

"Click."

There was another small soft sound.

Ling Zhao paused, and saw a small place in front of the skeleton, and a bulge popped up.

Ling Zhao twisted his eyebrows, and finally bowed to Changkong, said that he was offended, and then walked over to take a look, only to find that it was a codex.

I opened it and looked at it, and sure enough, it was written by Changkong, and what was left behind was his life's research.

It's all about refining weapons.

Ling Zhao flipped through and turned to the last page, the last page was not a refining weapon, it was a torn piece of paper, with words written on the front, and Ling Zhao read it out.

"When I was thirty-five years old, I refined an artifact, and the master said that I refined an artifact at the age of thirty-five, and there was no one in the entire Flood Desolation Realm, but I only hated him."

"He took the artifact away, as I wished."

"Master is dead, no, everyone is dead, and those greedy people who try to get the artifact in vain are all dead."