The heavy golden pillar in front of him seemed to be beckoning to Ling Miao.

Ling Miao: It's just a pillar, she has a lot of strength, she can carry it!

The child began to look around, looking for tools to get his hands on.

In the corner, a strange pile of rubble caught her attention.

Unlike the side hall where there are a lot of gravel piles, there is only such a pile of rubble above the main hall.

The gray-black pile of rubble, with an ancient atmosphere, looks out of place in the blue warm tone of the main hall.

This pile of rubble is significantly higher than the pile of rubble in the side hall.

Moreover, there is something stuck on top of this pile of rubble, which looks like a black cross tablet from a distance.

Ling Miao walked over curiously, standing in front of the pile of rubble.

Only then did she see clearly that what was stuck in the pile of rubble was a black giant sword.

The greatsword was stuck in the rubble, revealing only the hilt and part of the blade.

The parts of it exposed to the air are not dusty, but they do not reflect the light in the room in the slightest.

It didn't seem to belong to this space, and the whole sword seemed to be shrouded in ancient silence, domineering and gorgeous.

But Ling Miao was now thinking about finding a tool to take advantage of and touch the golden load-bearing pillar, and he was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty of the giant sword.

Seeing that the black sword looked quite big and strong, the little girl didn't think much about it, and jumped onto the high pile of rubble in a few steps, holding the hilt of the sword in her hand.

The hilt of the sword was also extremely thick, and her small hands could only hold half of it.

The little girl grasped the hilt of her sword firmly, and jumped to the ground with a twist.

With a low, muffled sound, the giant sword was pulled out of the pile of rubble and smoothly downward.

The gravel fell silently on both sides, and the whole process of drawing the sword was completed in one go, without the slightest obstacle, and smoothly. It seems to be a mundane affair, without any signs or anomalies.

Ling Miao dragged the big sword out entirely, only to find that it was actually much bigger than she had imagined.

The sword of the black big sword was as wide as two Ling Miao standing side by side, and the length was as long as two Ling Miao stretched out their arms and connected together, and it was estimated to be a little higher than Duan Yunzhou, and the thickness was as thick as Ling Miao's palm.

One end of it hung down on the ground, and the hilt of the sword at the other end was held in the hand of the little girl.

The sword that was already big was even bigger when it was set off by the small one.

Ling Miao looked at the giant sword that was pulled out by herself, and gasped.

She's ...... Got into the land of giants?

She was surprised when the sword suddenly flickered.

The glimmer was fleeting, and Ling Miao thought she was dazzled.

But then she noticed that the hilt of the sword she held in her hand began to get hot.

The little girl was shocked and wanted to drop the sword, but the hilt seemed to be stuck in her hand, and she couldn't shake it off.

The sword body flickered slightly, and Ling Miao saw a small crystal like a fragment that was bright all over, and it seemed to emerge from the sword body.

Then, a warm breath rushed along the sword body and rushed towards Ling Miao's body, along the hilt of the sword, from her palm, to her whole body, and even her hair floated under this unknown impact.

Ling Miao only felt that her breath was stagnant, and the heat that spread all over her body in an instant made her a little suffocated, and even had the illusion that she was about to float up.

She could clearly feel that something was pouring into her body in a frenzy, and then fused with her blood and bones.

The feeling was strange and strange, but her body didn't seem to repuls.

After a brief period of strangeness, everything returned to calm.

Ling Miao tried to drop the sword again.

This time there was nothing out of the ordinary, and the big sword was successfully disarmed, and after a loud bang, it smashed to the ground.

The little girl was panting in shock, and a lot of cold sweat oozed from her body.

A false alarm.

She was really startled just now, and thought that she had run into something dirty, and she was going to explain it here today.

But fright is fright, after the impact disappeared, she was surprised to find that her cultivation actually skyrocketed at that moment, and she jumped directly to the peak of qi refining!

It seems that the broken mirror is just waiting for a suitable time!

What do you mean, did she inadvertently unlock some dust-sealing power?

After a little surprise, Ling Miao smoothly accepted this fact.

She has been able to live so happily for so many years because of her amazing receptivity.

Unlock it, unlock it, she deserves it.

The little girl moved her limbs to make sure that she was not in a big problem, so she bent down again and grasped the hilt of the greatsword, and carried it up, and her evil gaze turned to the golden load-bearing pillar again.

Other unimportant things, wait until she has time to think about them before going to bed.

Now the imperative.

It's fate!

Take it into your own hands!

"Hey, hey, gold! I'm coming! ”

As she spoke, her small figure jumped up with a black sword several times larger than her, stepped on several red load-bearing pillars around her, reached the highest position, swung her sword, and began to fiercely attack the top of the golden load-bearing pillar.

For a while, there was a loud banging sound in the entire hall.

Ling Miao was too focused to notice that a deep and solemn voice slowly sounded as she swung her sword and slashed out.

"Hehehehe, for so many years, I've been waiting for someone who can pick me up again!"

The solemnity in the tone of the voice had stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking, and was replaced by a long series of screams.

But these sounds were also completely drowned out by the loud clatter of Ling Miao's attack on the golden load-bearing pillar.

Ling Miao smashed the top of the golden load-bearing pillar to the brink of breaking in a few clicks, and then she jumped down and began to swing her sword to attack the lower end of the golden load-bearing pillar.

The voice paused for a few seconds, as if to determine what the person holding it was doing with it, and then it howled even harder.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're insane! Do you know who I am! You're using me as an axe! You're so rude! ”

"Devil! Stop! Did you hear what I said? Stop it??? ”

There was a loud banging sound echoing in Ling Miao's ears, and when he heard the sound of talking, he thought it was Jin Yan, so he replied.

'O golden flame! Don't talk until I'm done with the job at hand. ’

Jin Yan's eerie voice rang out.

'Idiot, can you figure out who's talking to you before you speak, let me see what you're up to again.' ’

‘…… Darkiron Greatsword!? ’

'Smoke from the ancestral grave, phew! ’

This little ghost's luck is really good.

However, the outrageous existence of the Xuantie Greatsword, with this weirdly powerful little ghost, seems to be quite suitable.