The road up the mountain was not easy.

It took Xu Han and Canghai Liu a full seventeen days to climb to the top of Dayuan Mountain.

This is still because Canghai Liu used magic to help him all the way, if Xu Han is allowed to come by himself, even if he does not stumble and fall, he can reach the top of this mountain alive, I am afraid it will take two or three months.

When I reached the top of the mountain, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed.

The top of Dayuan Mountain is a bare circular platform of 100 zhang in size, which is extremely flat, not like a natural formation, but more like being flattened by a huge sharp blade.

Such a thought made Xu Han shudder for a while.

He couldn't imagine how powerful a being could be to do this.

Perhaps only the legendary Great Sage of the Demon Clan had such strength, and thinking about some legends about Dayuan Mountain, Xu Han had to wonder for the first time whether such seemingly nonsensical remarks were true and true.

Compared with Xu Han's suspicious ghosts, Canghailiu seems to be familiar with the road.

He stopped abruptly when he reached the top of the mountain, and then remained silent for a moment.

"Here we are."

He said.

The voice is deep and soft.

It's like sighing, and it's like saying goodbye.

"Senpai?" Xu Han, who was beside him, looked at the empty dome, and then looked at the Canghai Current with a solemn expression, he didn't know why, but he was uneasy.

But at that moment, the body jumped and fell on the dome.

Xu Han was shocked and wanted to follow, but an invisible barrier suddenly appeared in front of him, and Xu Han, who was caught off guard, collided with the black cat on his shoulder, and fell back to the ground with a heavy bouncing.

"Boy." The sea that landed on the dome stood with his hands in his hands, and he looked up into the distance and said so in his mouth.

Xu Han, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head and looked at the current of the sea suspiciously, and was about to say something.

"If that day I carry a sword..."

"The number of wins and losses is unknown."

But the sound of the current sounded first.

Then Xu Han was still in a daze, but one of Canghailiu's hands suddenly stretched out, and as soon as he held it in the void, Xu Han felt a shock on his back, and the scarlet long sword let out a clear sound, turning into a streamer and jumping into Canghailiu's hand.

The current is naturally still the same current, described as sloppy and ragged.

It's just that the mountain wind that rose out of nowhere suddenly hit at that moment.

The weed-like white hair on his forehead was raised by the mountain wind, and the gray robe around him stirred.

A mighty aura poured out of his body, and the dust above the dome rippled out.

Canghai looked into the distance, a divine light lit up in his cloudy eyes, and faintly there seemed to be a burst of dragon roaring and tiger roaring in the heavens and the earth.

Xu Han looked at the Canghai Stream in the distance in a daze, and for some reason suddenly remembered that when the Canghai Stream went to Heaven Dou City that day, he didn't bring this sword with him.

And if you bring...

"Boy, I forgot to ask you, do you dare to ask for the arm that the old man found for you?" Cang Hailiu suddenly turned his head to look at Xu Han at that time, and asked.

Xu Han smelled the meaning of Canghailiu's words, he stood up, looked at Canghailiu in silence for a long time, and finally, he bowed respectfully, and said with a solemn expression: "Given by the predecessors, Xu Han will not give up." ”

"Good!"

Canghailiu laughed loudly when he heard this, as if he had fulfilled some kind of wish, and the expression on his face suddenly relaxed, and then he withdrew his gaze, and under Xu Han's gaze, he lifted the long sword in his hand high.

"The thirty-ninth generation of the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb is an outcast, asking to see the Maharaja!"

"The thirty-ninth generation of the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb is an outcast, begging to see the Maharaja!!"

"The thirty-ninth generation of abandoned disciples of the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb begged to see the !! of the Maharaja"

......

At that time, the sound of the sea current swept out like a tide, one higher than the other, and resounded back and forth on the top of the abyss.

He drank nine times before he stopped, but the echo was still ringing.

Dozens of breaths have passed.

The sound of Canghailiu gradually stopped, but Xu Han looked at Canghailiu with doubts, but he didn't know what he meant.

Rumble!

And at this moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the mountains and forests.

The beasts are alarmed, and the birds flutter their wings.

"Whew..."

Before Xu Han could recover from the loud noise, a long exhalation came from all directions again.

The sound was like the murmur of some gigantic creature as it awoke from a long slumber.

Xu Han had never felt such a strange scene, he lowered his eyes and looked around vigilantly. Even the black cat on his shoulder noticed something strange at that time, its eyes narrowed into slits, the fangs at the corners of its mouth were exposed, and from time to time it let out a penetrating hiss.

Compared to Xu Han and the black cat's full vigilance, Canghailiu seemed to have expected such a situation, he put the sword in his hand behind his back, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at a certain place in front of him, as if he was patiently waiting for something.

"Is it another three hundred years?"

And after a few breaths, a deep voice suddenly sounded.

A red shadow gradually appeared in front of the current.

Xu Han was still far away, and he couldn't see the appearance of the phantom clearly, but he felt that the figure came out of thin air, as if it had come out of the void, which was extremely weird.

The red phantom naturally didn't care about Xu Han's meaning, his eyes fell straight on Canghailiu's body from the moment he appeared, he looked at Canghailiu for a while, and after a long time, the phantom retracted his gaze, and then said slowly.

"What has happened in the past three hundred years, the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb actually sent a mortal from the Great Yan Realm to seal the deity. Is it that the world has long been unable to remember the prestige of the deity, or is there no one in the Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum, and the inheritance has been broken? ”

The phantom's voice is not so high-pitched, but there is an innate majesty of a superior in his conversation.

Xu Han in the distance heard this, and the words contained in the short few sentences of the phantom, such as "three hundred years" and "seal", all showed Xu Han the extraordinaryness of the phantom, and it was even very likely that it was an immortal or a demon-level figure that only existed in legends.

"The Maharaja said with a smile, the Maharaja is prestigious, even if it is thousands of years old, no one dares to forget half a point, how dare I despise the Maharaja in the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb." Canghailiu seemed to have anticipated the appearance of this phantom, and he said with a smile, his tone calm, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Oh?" The phantom's eyes narrowed suddenly, and a cold light appeared inside.

"Then do you think you can seal the deity?"

"The Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb was ordered by the ancestors to guard the monarch, a town for three hundred years, and it has been more than 4,000 years.

Cang Hailiu seemed to have unheard of the mockery in the phantom's words, and he said with a straight face, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but extremely serious.

"Huh?" The phantom also seemed to feel the seriousness of Canghailiu, and he put away his playful expression and looked the old man in front of him up and down.

"For more than four thousand five hundred years, fourteen Southern Wilderness Sword Immortals have been here, and only two or three people have left alive, you are only here in the Great Yan Realm, do you want to suppress me for another three hundred years, or are you in a hurry to let the deity out of the mountain?" The phantom asked again, less arrogant and more confused in his voice.

"Whether you succeed or fail will only know after trying, but since the Lord is so confident, he dares to make a bet with Zai." Canghailiu still maintained his attitude of neither humility nor arrogance, and his flat tone made the prince who had lived for many years have an illusion that he could not see through it.

But the phantom had his arrogance after all, and after he was silent for a while, he said again: "Okay, but what do you want to bet with the deity?" ”

"If you have an unfortunate fate, you have not suppressed the Great Monarch like the predecessors and sages, and you can guarantee that no one else will come to this Great Abyss Mountain within ten years, and whether the Great Monarch can get out of trouble in these ten years depends on the creation of the Great Monarch." Canghailiu said slowly.

The phantom obviously didn't expect that Canghailiu would make such a bet, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

He has been sealed here for more than 4,000 years, and the seal is loosened every three hundred years, so the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb will send disciples to strengthen the seal at this time, and those who come will probably die at his hands, but at the same time, he can't prevent the seal from being strengthened again and again.

Such a lonely more than 4,000 years is really too difficult, and if what Canghai Liu said is true, then it is not impossible to give him another ten years, and the disciples of the Sword Tomb will make trouble again, and it is not impossible to get out completely, so the conditions opened by Canghai Liu can be described as extremely tempting for him.

But at the same time, the Maharaja was not stupid.

Since Canghailiu dared to make such a bet, this thing he asked for was absolutely extraordinary, and he must be extremely confident in his own strength. The Phantom understands this, but it can't let go of its desire for freedom.

He thought for a long time with a calm brow before asking, "What if you succeed?" ”

Canghailiu smiled when he heard this, and he said slowly.

"If you win by luck in Xia, you want something from the Maharaja."

As soon as Canghailiu said this, Xu Han, who had been completely startled by the conversation between the two in the distance, came back to his senses suddenly, he looked at Canghailiu incredulously, the pupils in his eyes dilated suddenly, and a terrible conjecture came to his mind faintly.

"What?" The phantom asked with a frown, he had been sealed here for more than four thousand years, and there was no longer anything on his body, and he really couldn't understand what the sea current was asking for.

"One of the Maharaja's arms."

As soon as these words came out, whether it was the phantom or Xu Han in the distance, their pupils suddenly dilated at that time, and the colors of anger and horror appeared on the eyebrows of the two of them.

"The deity's arm?" The phantom said with deep eyes, and murderous intent appeared in his gaze looking at the current.

"The Lord doesn't dare?" Cang Hailiu didn't care, the scarlet long sword was suddenly held in his hand, and pointed at the phantom with a sharp blade, and asked like this, with a touch of contempt in his tone.

The phantom naturally heard the contempt in Canghailiu's words, how could he stand it? frowned at the moment and said in a deep voice.

"Good!"