Chapter 64: The Wine Sacrifice of Simon Yibei

At the bottom of a towering ice peak, where the ice is covered, there is a one-man high ice cave, and the ice cave passage extends all the way to this thousands of feet of ice peak.

The powerhouse of the Sword Emperor realm has a terrifying degree of sensitivity to sword qi, and within a thousand miles, only a sword cultivator exists, and he will be able to find out where the other party is without the help of divine sense.

Where the figure fell, Fengyun Wuji had already fallen at the mouth of the ice cave, the inside of the ice cave was very bright, the walls inside were very smooth, and the curved passage extended inward, and I don't know where the end was.

After a moment of hesitation, Fengyun Wuji stood at the entrance of the cave and said loudly: "Fengyun Wuji, I want to see Ximen Yibei's predecessors." ”

"Now that you have reached the door, let me in. There was a strange and lonely voice in the cave, which was the voice of the West Gate Yibei.

All the way along the winding passage, stepping on the smooth ice, Fengyun Wuji was hundreds of meters underground, and saw Ximen Yibei with a decadent face.

Seriously, this is an ice kiln, an ice kiln that is used as a shelter, the ground is very messy, there are some wine jars that are poured or poured everywhere, and inside the spacious ice kiln, Ximen, dressed in white, leans against the cold snow wall with his sword in his arms, and in front of him, a low wooden table carved in ice has a jar of steaming wine. On the snow wall opposite the wooden table, there is a yellowed picture scroll of a woman with a gentle face with a smile on her lips.

"Senior ,......" Feng Yunji Kai just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Ximen Yibei raising his hand.

"Don't say anything now, drink a glass of wine with me!" Ximen Yibei raised his head, as if he was not drunk.

Fengyun Wuji stopped talking, walked over slowly, leaned against the low ice-carved table, and sat down cross-legged. Ximen Yibei grabbed a wine jar beside him, and brushed it with his right hand at the bottom of the altar, and the wine in the jar was quickly melted with the wine condensed into ice, and bubbles came out from the bottom of the altar one by one, and after a while, the wine jar was already steaming.

"Come, come to the altar also. Ximen Yibei put the wine jar on the low table of ice sculptures and greeted Fengyun Wuji.

Looking at the quaint wine jar in front of him, smelling the familiar aroma of wine, Fengyun Wuji's eyes gradually became a little trance. How long has it been, how long has it been since I drank alcohol, a hundred years, two hundred years...... For more than 400 years, it has not been more than 400 years since I drank the wine of this world. After the ascension, people reach the realm of Bigu, less troubled by some mundane things, but also less fun.

"I can't imagine that Brother Wuji is still an elegant person," Ximen Yibei said drunkenly, grabbed it by his side, and put two delicate luminous cups on the table: "This is what I brought when I ascended, and I usually don't use it easily, so I will bring it to you today." ”

Hearing this, Fengyun Wuji glanced at the two delicate wine glasses, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, when this ascension, the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to crack, and the body was still difficult to preserve, but Ximen Yibei could actually bring up the luminous cup he enjoyed before the ascension. This skill is really amazing.

Fengyun Wuji grabbed the crystal clear luminous cup, and on the ice-carved low table, a wine spring rose from the wine jar and poured into Fengyun Wuji's wine glass, just full, and then stopped.

Drinking all the wine in the wine glass, Fengyun Wuji couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't drunk this kind of wine for a long time, I don't know where Brother Simon found these wines." ”

This soared to the ancient, age can be called an old monster, if it is by age, most of the people are Fengyun Wuji's predecessors, but even if Ximen called him Wuji brother according to the original intention of the north, Fengyun Wuji is also willing to call Ximen brother, the two sides are equal, and the distance is a lot closer.

"These are all ...... given to me by my friends before my ascension," Ximen Yibei said indifferently, but Fengyun Wuji heard a tremor in his voice.

"Then why didn't you see them?"

Ximen Yibei didn't answer, grabbed the wine jar, raised his head and drank, for a long time, put down the wine jar, wiped the wine stains on his mouth, Ximen Yibei suddenly grabbed the long sword beside him and walked out of the hole.

"They all died, died, died...... I soared, but they all died...... Brother Lu, Brother Hua......" There was a loud roar from outside the ice kiln.

Fengyun Wuji sighed, grabbed the wine jar, drank the wine in the jar in one go, and after a long time, he spit out a mouthful and muttered: "You still have friends, at least, you once had, and I don't have any friends...... Never had ......"

After that, he got up and walked out of the cave, and as soon as he walked to the exit of the ice kiln, he saw Ximen Yibei standing proudly on the snow, looking up to the sky, hunting in a white shirt, and he didn't see any movement, so he saw thousands of sword qi burst out from his right wrist at the same time, and blasted the snow around him in a fan-like manner. In front of Ximen Yibei, a majestic ice peak hundreds of meters away, suddenly grayed, and a large area of snow slid down the mountain mass.

Fengyun Wuji's eyes have been staring at Ximen Yibei's hand, but no matter how hard he tried to look at it, what he saw was always Ximen Yibei's hand, quietly holding on the hilt of the sword, motionless, and occasionally for a moment, there seemed to be a phantom.

Fengyun Wuji's heart was surging, four hundred years ago, when he saw Ximen Yibei, at that time, he knew that this person's sword speed should be in the next Wushuang, but four hundred years later, when he saw this person again, Fengyun Wuji knew that he was still wrong, the higher his martial arts, the more he felt that Ximen Yibei's strength was really strong.

If it is within 100 meters, Fengyun Wuji cannot guarantee it, and he can retreat from the west gate according to the north sword.

"Brother Lu, Brother Hua......" Ximen Yibei sprinkled the wine in the luminous cup in his hand on the snow, and muttered something in his mouth, Fengyun Wuji knew that he was reluctant to cherish his friends who had passed away in the plane.

"I know about you," Ximen Yibei's voice sounded in Fengyun Wuji's ears, and the voice was flat, completely making it difficult to associate him with the extremely emotional swordsman just now.

Fengyun Wuji raised his head and looked at him in surprise. Ximen Yibei sighed: "A thousand years after I ascended, I can finally break through the barrier of the plane and return to the previous plane. Although I knew that they might all be dead, it was still difficult to resolve this unspeakable pain in my heart after seeing it with my own eyes. The people here are indifferent and unfeeling, and they are not at all as good as the world before the ascension. I wouldn't want to stay on this plane unless everyone I knew was gone. ”

Feng Yun Wuji nodded: "Now that you have heard about the secret of my establishment of the Sword Domain, and you also understand the purpose of my start-up, I think I don't need to say more." ...... I hope you can join the Sword Domain, no matter what, even if you have a name and any elder, I only hope that you can help me and build a paradise that all swordsmen in the world can rely on. ”

"If, that's all, then unfortunately, I can't help you at all, so please be smart. Ximen said coldly in the north, tiptoed under his feet, and gently passed by Fengyun Wuji.

“...... I also hope that I can do something to change this world, this primeval human race has fallen, I hope I can bring hope to the human race, I hope that my disciples will not die in vain, and I also hope that other warriors will not have to be separated from their relatives and friends. ”

Ximen Yibei turned his back to Fengyun Wuji, and his steps stagnated in the void, for a long time, he sighed, and said: "You go to find a person called 'Sword Demon' Dugu Wuji, if you can ask him to join, then with me, maybe the Sword Domain can really be established." ”

With that, Simon stepped into the deep, cold ice kiln with his head held high.

"Sword Demon, lonely and unharmed...... Hmm," Fengyun Wuji muttered to himself, then a smile appeared on his face, and he walked out happily, he knew that Ximen Yibei's reply was undoubtedly an indirect agreement......

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