"I have sensed that not far ahead is the burial place of my ancestors' bones, you stay here and wait for me." Mu Tao turned his head and said to everyone.

Xia Ze subconsciously glanced at the black clouds above Mu Tao's head, the thick black gas was surging like boiling water, and a pair of smoky black hands were already slowly on her shoulders, and she didn't notice it at all.

"I'll go with you." Ignoring Tuntian's almost pleading roar in the heart lake, he stood in front of Mu Tao without hesitation.

Mu Tao seemed to be moved by the boy's bravery, and promised, "Okay." ”

"We are in the same lineage, and Mu Tao's ancestor is also half of our elders, so we will go together." Fu Qi pulled Li You.

"No, you two stay here." Song Xi grabbed Fu Qi and Li You.

Fu Qi was a little puzzled: "Grandpa Song, why is this?" ”

"According to the old man's experience in and out of the horse crying grave for many years, the burial place of the ancestors of the wooden girl, the fierce spirit, is better than the Tongzi Peak, there is also more than that, entering this place, what is consumed is the blessing accumulated by headhunters and outsiders, Mu Tao and Xia Ze, one yin and one yang, just reconcile with each other, if you add the two of you, I am afraid it will add a lot of trouble."

Seeing this, Li You and Fu Qi no longer insisted, and only said that they were going around.

"Let's go." Mu Tao stretched out his hand and took Xia Ze.

The two of them slowly walked towards the fire, and the deeper they went, the brighter the brilliance in Xia Ze's eyes. Xia Ze's heartbeat has not been calmed down, and gradually the hand held by Mu Tao is a little sweaty.

"Xia Ze, I want you to promise me one thing." Mu Tao suddenly stopped, turned his head and said to him.

"Huh? What's up? Let's hear it. He tilted his head, his face full of confusion.

"No matter what happens, don't rush to be a hero first, think more about yourself, live, you must live." The girl looked at the young man's dazzling eyes, and her face was full of seriousness.

Xia Ze looked at the girl's beautifully carved face, a little stupid, and nodded heavily for a long time.

"Good! I promise Miss Wood! ”

"If you don't say it, I know that you must have come back because you saw something, such as something that could threaten my life, right?" The girl smiled slyly.

Xia Ze was taken aback, such a heavy matter seemed completely inappropriate to her.

He pointed to his eyes and said, "Girl Mu, my eyes...... Since I was a child, I could see a person's luck and bad luck, I just looked at the mist on the head of the wooden girl, and it was very bad....."

"Oh? How bad is it? She feigned horror.

"It's never been bad, it's a hundred times worse than the bad luck I've seen before." He answered honestly.

"What happened to that man?" Mu Tao raised her eyebrows.

"Dead, wearing single clothes in winter, drunk outside the inn, waiting until the snow cleared, the corpse was eaten by wild dogs...... Xia Ze replied truthfully.

The girl glanced at the broken hair scattered on her forehead with her green jade fingers and put it on her ears: "Providence makes people, but my Mu Tao has never believed in fate, I only believe in this." ”

She flipped her hand, and a golden sword was held tightly in her hand.

The two continued to move forward, and as the two of them walked deeper and deeper, the howling yin wind around them had changed from invisible to black and murderous.

In the deepest part, there is a humanoid figure two feet high, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with twelve long swords of different styles behind his back, like a peacock opening a screen, piercing on the backbone, how heroic.

Mu Tao and Xia Ze dispelled the annoying gusts of yin wind like flies and mosquitoes, and when they looked closer, they found that the tall human figure sitting on the ground was not a dry bone, but a hideous old man whose body was well preserved, like a living demon god.

"Wood girl....." Xia Ze asked quietly.

Mu Tao made a silent gesture and stabbed the long sword in his hand into the earth, and a golden ripple rippled out.

The old man, whose eyes were originally closed, had his beard dancing with the wind, and his originally tense face, as if he had not moved for a long time, was glued together, and there was a stabbing sound, and blood flowed out.

The eyes slowly opened, and a pair of dark blue eyes were like bright sparks in this dark cloud like a forbidden place for horses crying day and night.

The hoarse old man's voice sounded: "Is the person who came is the great-great-grandson of my Mu family?" ”

Mu Tao said respectfully: "Mu Tao, the daughter of Mu Biao, the seventeenth generation head of the Mu family, meet the ancestor. ”

The old man got up, the bones of his whole body crackled and exploded, and with every step, there was a thunderous vibration on the ground, and even the great array of horses crying graves and the canopy of the sky rippled with the steps of the tall old man.

Xia Ze lowered his head as much as he could, desperately suppressing Tuntian, who wanted to escape from his body and take him to escape.

Just standing in front of him, doing nothing, I felt the air in my lungs freeze like masonry, almost suffocating.

The old man came to Mu Tao, looked at it for a while, and suddenly without warning, pulled out a bladeless sword on his back that was as thick as a beam, and slashed straight at the girl in front of him.

The rugged sword body brought up a whirlwind, blowing from top to bottom, blowing within three feet, and the earth collapsed slightly.

The terrifying bladeless heavy sword hovered three inches in front of Mu Tao's forehead.

"Little Nizi, why don't you hide?" The old man asked.

Mu Tao's face was as usual: "You are the ancestor of the Mu family, as a descendant of the Mu family, how can you escape from the sword and retreat." ”

"And why are you here?" The old man was tall, and there was no superfluous expression on his pale face, but he always gave people a domineering attitude that was not angry and arrogant.

Mu Tao put on a sword posture and said with a faint smile: "With the blood of the ancestor, sacrifice the sword in my hand to refine the most exquisite and unparalleled sword qi in Kyushu." ”

Xia Ze and the old man were stunned for a moment, and the latter actually stroked his palms and laughed after hearing Mu Tao's words of 'I don't know the height of the sky'.

The Mu family has inherited the training from 10,000 years ago to the present, and the younger generations who learn my wood-style swordsmanship must ask the sword preacher to use the blood of the teacher to sacrifice the sword in his hand, if he is lucky enough, he can also use himself as a sword bone to warm up a sword qi of his own.

Disciples who practice the Mu family's swordsmanship, ask the sword ancestor, usually no more than three generations, like Mu Tao, who directly find the ancestor of the Mu family, has never seen it before.

"Ten thousand years have passed, and I thought that after my death, there would be no more hard bones in the Mu family's vein. If the Mu family is now just a sissy with fine skin and tender meat, and no backbone, if I can have a chance to get out of this Tianmu Cave, I will definitely have to send down divine thunder and kill a few to pull it. ”

"You little girl, you're crazy, but you're crazy, you don't know what you're capable of." He took a few steps, his steps were light and dexterous, without the previous thunderous vibration, but in Xia Ze's eyes, the murderous power was lurking, like a giant spirit god crushing a little ant.

"Mu Tao today, I have the honor to ask the ancestor of the Jianmu family, please!"

The old man snorted coldly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already killed in front of Mu Tao, and with a sword in his left hand, the heavy sword of the size of the beam smashed down.

Mu Tao's face changed suddenly, and he held the sword in front of his forehead with both hands, blocking the blow.

His feet were seven inches deep in the dirt, which showed that the blow was not easy to take.

At this critical juncture, the ancestor actually used his right hand to pull out another sword stuck in the backbone, and the fierce sword swept out.

As a last resort, Mu Tao had to move the sword body down, and resisted the blow with a stake posture.

The long sword that the golden hairpin turned into was bent to a terrifying degree, but fortunately, after Mu Tao had dissolved most of his strength, he moved lightly, rolled backwards in the air, and retreated six or seven steps.

Xia Ze watched this big battle, and wanted to make a move several times, but he couldn't help it.

"Little girl, don't say that the old ancestor bullied you for the old disrespect, the old man died ten thousand years ago, and now he is left with this Yang God body, and his whole body cultivation only stays in the Ten Realms of Martial Arts, the Ming King Realm. Since you choose to ask me for a sword, you have to be prepared to face the consequences of death. "Do you want me to let you go first and descend to the eight or nine realms."

"You don't need to let me, if you are missing an arm or a broken leg later, I hope that the ancestor will forgive Mu Tao for being rude." Mu Tao tiptoed a little, and once again held the sword to kill.

With a slight flick of his wrist, he stabbed out thousands of killing swords in an instant.

The old man snorted coldly, his huge body was like a brute bull aisle, first deliberately hit Mu Tao twenty or thirty swords, and then with both hands beating the drum, the tip of the needle pointed at Mai Mang, and caught all the swords.

Caught off guard, the ancestor broke out two new arms on his back again, pulled out two long swords, one long and one short, and slaughtered Mu Tao's waist and abdomen.

Mu Tao took the first step, with a woman's light pace, before the blades of the two long swords, one long and one short, were not fully stretched, he raised his knees, and the old man's elbows suddenly lifted, unloading the old man's accumulated strength.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he straightened his body and raised his sword to burst into the chest of the ancestor of the Mu family.

Bursts of sparks lit up in the ancestor's chest, and the long sword seemed to be pierced on something extremely hard, and it couldn't be submerged in half a minute, and with the ancestor roared, a thick aura poured out from his chest!

Don't give Mu Tao a chance to dodge, and quickly smash it down with a heavy sword.

She took a fierce breath, and there was a sharp pain in her internal organs, she took a deep breath, took a step, and raised a sword.

With a snort, the old man's hands holding heavy swords fell to the ground.

The old man seemed a little surprised, and there was no pain on his face from the severed palm.

"The swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that it's ......" he smiled grimly, and with a plop, four more arms stabbed out from behind his back, and they all pulled out the long sword on his back.

Six arms rose high and stabbed into the ground in front of them.

The sound of a behemoth roaring came from the ground, and at random came a low sound that shook the earth.

At the foot of the peach, the earth arches. She frowned, kicked hard, and jumped three or four feet high.

Where he was standing, between the electric light and flint, a huge white giant dragon skull poked out, opened its huge mouth, soared up, and chased Mu Tao,

In the girlish mansion, the aura was churning, and the silver bracelet slipped from the wrist, expanding thousands of times when the peach was about to be devoured, and then when it slid down to the neck of the white dragon bone, it suddenly contracted, and strangled the ancient dragon's neck.

The dragon's bones churned in pain, shattering the dark clouds in the sky.

Mu Tao stood on the top of the dragon bone, Qianqian's white and thin hands grabbed a dragon horn, and the old man on the ground, lightly tiptoe, followed the tail of the keel, galloped away, six long swords in his hand, dancing like a windmill.