In the confusion, I fell into a brief dream.

Back in the backyard of the Mu family when he was a child, he listened to his mother's story.

A dream is a dream, and Muwen woke up.

His eyes squinted open and he looked at the messy mass grave in front of him, the night was still deep, his eyes were empty and dull, and his blank mind only regained consciousness after half a minute.

Busy crawling into a bush, revealing his brain, only to find that those strong men were gone.

"What's going on?"

Mu Wen rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help but question whether what he saw earlier was also a dream.

In the mass grave outside the small bluestone city, evil spirits and blood witches appeared, followed by a large number of pursuers from the Spirit King realm and a stunning woman who seemed to be familiar... Inexplicably, it does seem like a bizarre event that only happens in dreams.

It can't really be a dream, right?" Mu Wen muttered, walking around.

In front of him, there was a pool of black chirping, and I saw an old man standing, Mu Wen was a spirit, and the old man was wearing a blood-red vest was Elder Mo Wukong, who was reprimanded as a traitor. Hurriedly lay on the ground, looked at the old man with his breath down, and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see the old man raise his hand or move his body. The old guy kept this position, looking at the sky, and the fairy-like woman was long gone.

A biting cold wind blew from the side, and the old man collapsed in the wind, shattering into pieces of flesh as he fell to the ground.

Half a minute later, Mu Wen dared to pinch his nose and approach.

"Tsk, what a terrible death. Mu Wen shook his head at the old man's corpse, and his mind turned to think that the woman should have killed him.

It is inevitable to be surprised that such a beautiful woman is ruthless, contrary to the gentle color in the impression, which makes people fall in love with her mystery even more.

Recalling their conversation at that time, that fairy-like woman should be the female sect master of the Rakshasa Sect. It's so young.

Mu Wen squatted down and carefully scanned the old man's broken corpse, thinking that there should be some good treasures in an elder.

I flipped through it with my hands, but my hands were stained with fishy smells, and just as he was about to leave in frustration, a faint light suddenly caught Mu Wen's attention.

A ring, on the old man's severed finger.

Ordinary people don't look like valuable goods, if Mu Wen was a small person, he would really think so. Pulling out the ring, I looked at it carefully through a faint line of sight, and saw that the ring was ordinary in appearance but engraved with some imperceptible carvings, which were the glimmer of the reflection of the carvings just now.

"Na Jie?!" Mu Wen's eyes were dilated, and the next moment he wrinkled tightly.

couldn't help but let out a few bursts of laughter, the ring is a treasure, the storage utensils refined by people in ancient times have not been seen much so far. In the past, the Mu family also had a few rings, but they were all looted by the Douling Hall during the attack. Looking at this ring at this moment, Mu Wen's heart beat fiercely, and he immediately bit his finger and dripped some blood on it.

The blood dripped on the ring, and after a while, it was sucked clean, and it had just lost its owner, and it accepted Mu Wen very cooperatively.

A subtle feeling fluttered in his mind, and Muwen made contact with the spacious space in the Na Ring.

Just as he was about to take a look at the treasure that Mo Wukong had put inside, he heard the sound of horses' hooves rushing in front of him, Mu Wen stood on tiptoe and looked, and several familiar faces appeared in his sight.

It was the people of the Douling Hall headed by Qin Dong, Qin Heng, and Li Chongsen.

Before the person arrived, Qin Dong's voice came into Mu Wen's ears: "All cheer up, this heretical aura is very strong, he is a ruthless guy!"

When he arrived at the center of the mass grave, Qin Dong pinched his chin and swept his gaze as if he was very high and incomprehensible, and soon, those dead evil spirits and resentful spirits and other creatures were seen by him. Qin Dong's face turned white all of a sudden, and then he saw that these monsters were dead, so he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his cold sweat and muttered: "A few days ago, there was a sword servant heresy, and now there are some more ruthless ones, could it be that it was a wrong choice for me to come to Bluestone City to establish a branch hall?"

He didn't expect Mu Wen to hide behind a rock not far away, and Mu Wen, who was at the tip of his ear, couldn't help but snicker twice when he heard this muttering. The laughter was very low, and he was not discovered by Qin Dong and the others, Mu Wen moved his body and quietly left the unpeaceful mass grave.

Three miles away, in the green mountains and forests, the yellow mud path left the footprints of the youth, and Mu Wen entered a cave.

There was a wild bear sleeping in the cave, and after peeling and washing the meat, it had become a fragrant barbecue with grease dripping in its mouth, and it was eating while pounding the Na ring in his hand.

Thinking about it, this Mo Wukong is an elder of the Rakshasa Sect, but he is shabby.

I flipped through the rings and pulled out two worn-out parchments. One is the cultivation method of the blood witch, describing in detail the experience and perception of each class word by word, if it is put in front of those half-hung blood witches, they will be ecstatic, and worship the books as if they were ancestors. But in the hands of Mu Wen, there was no value at all.

Another parchment book aroused Mu Wen's great interest, and it turned out to be a record of sword spirits. What is recorded in it is not an ordinary sword spirit, but information about the nine ghost sword spirits. What is the Nine Ghost Sword Spirit, that is the strongest and most supreme existence among the sword spirits, from ancient times to the present, only the Creation Dao Master of the Sword Servant lineage has refined the sword spirit of this realm.

Even if the future generation sword attendant spends a lifetime of hard work, at most, he can only refine a Dacheng sword spirit that is one level lower than it, and even then it is very rare. Legend has it that the birth of the Nine Ghost Sword Spirits was refined by the Dao Master of the Creation Sect from each of the nine great ghosts of the abyss, and a total of nine handles were refined, each of which had a different surname from each of the nine shadows. If the nine swords are unsheathed together, the scene of the sky falling apart is something that Mu Wen can't imagine today.

The Nine Phantom Sword Spirits have nine handles, and the Dao Master of the Creation Sect gave away three of them after refining them, and six of them were passed on to future generations as the treasure of the Zhen Sect.

The ancient years, the long time that I can't remember clearly, the state of affairs has changed, and the lost scattered scattered spirits of the Nine Ghost Sword Spirits have disappeared. Ten years ago, when the Douling Hall attacked the Sword Servant Sect, there were still two Nine Phantom Sword Spirits in the sect, and they were both snatched by the Douling Hall after they were defeated. After all, the sword spirit is a weapon, and it is also a weapon that is much stronger than ordinary weapons, the sword attendant can use it, and those who have passed the spirit realm can also use it.

The only difference is that compared to the sword squire, the sword attendant can control the power of the sword spirit to the greatest extent.

Looking at the parchment, Mu Wen groaned, it depicted the appearance and surname of each of the Nine Ghost Sword Spirits, and also recorded some methods of use. This is more detailed than the record of the Nine Ghost Sword Spirits in the Mu family's study. From this point of view, the origin of the person who wrote this book is worth pondering, and it is absolutely impossible for the old man to get this parchment book from somewhere.

"Good stuff. Mu Wenru got the treasure, and put it back into the ring with a sigh.

Baby is baby, but I don't bother to look at it more, and I am too tender for a little guy in the early stage of Lingwu to ponder the Nine Ghost Sword Spirit.

As he placed the parchment into the ring, Muwen noticed the faint green glow in the corner space of the ring. I haven't used the ring, and I originally thought that there was these lights in the space of the ring. But at this moment, I saw a few green lights moving, and if I felt it carefully, the green lights also conveyed the attack psychology of resistance.

Mu Wen looked at them, and his brows of thought began to wrinkle from the moment they were furrowed, and as time passed, the corners of his eyebrows jumped exaggeratedly.

Consciousness detached from the ring, and laughter echoed through the valley.

Mu Wen chuckled, his hands covered his forehead, his shoulders shook irrepressibly under the influence of emotion, and he suddenly shook his whole body, and became like a madman with his hair and let go of laughter. The laughter scared away some small insects and wild birds foraging outside the cave, and the hidden excitement was like the waves of the sea.

"Oh, wave after wave of surprises hit my head, it's really a big bargain. ”

Mu Wen raised the corners of his mouth, rubbed his index finger against Na Jie and whispered secretly: "I wonder what these strange green lights are, it turns out that the old man has not had time to conceive into the origin soul of the evil spirit." It's God's will that it's in my hands today, ha!"

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