Jiang Yu entered a special space through the Shifting Circle, Jiang Yu didn't know if this was the so-called fourth layer, but it was really not very big.

"It seems to be a tomb ......" Jiang Yu looked left and right, and found that in the center of this space, there was a huge coffin, which was not completely closed. The funeral goods placed around are nothing more than various daily necessities used by some tomb owners during their lifetimes. Most of them are weathered by this time. The dust on the ground is also very thick.

"How can there be a tomb in the illusion, this ......" Jiang Yu felt a little incomprehensible for a while.

"What's so hard to think about this, the so-called illusion is not an illusion, it's just three thousand worlds. Sword Spirit reminded loudly.

"What?" Jiang Yu was puzzled. Listening to Jian Lingdao: "In fact, the illusion of Guangming real people is not all illusions, but there are real and false. Three thousand worlds, countless small worlds, this is one of the countless small worlds, you are just being teleported to this small world by the formation left by Guangming Zhenren. If you use the method of spiritual solution, there will be no damage in this small world, because what you have cracked is only the formation of Guangming real people. This world won't disappear, but you'll be teleported out of this small world, and the same goes for other illusions, you know?"

"This ...... I see. In other words, is this space real?" Jiang Yu asked.

"You can try it out for yourself. Sword Spirit suggested. Jiang Yu really tested it, and found that it was no longer an illusion in front of him, but a completely real world.

"Who is the owner of this tomb? Jiang Yu walked to the coffin, glanced in, and found that there was indeed a skeleton lying in the coffin, this space was closed, and the corpse had not been weathered, but it had also become a skeleton.

Jiang Yu looked around again, and saw that not far from the opposite side of the coffin, there were many strange characters engraved on two large jade screens, and Jiang Yu tried to read those characters. The jade on the left is engraved with the life of the tomb owner, Jiang Yu learned from the jade that the tomb owner is named Huang Sleeve, who is the royal daughter of the Yuezhi tribe. When he died, he was not yet twenty years old. On the jade bib, on the right, there is a book engraved by the person who buried him. Looking at the tone above, it seems that this lover called Phoenix Sleeve, because of the sadness and guilt of his words, the final payment is Fenglang.

"Feng Lang, who is this?" Jiang Yu was just stunned for a moment, and then figured it out. The founding ancestor of Ming Yutan is called Guangming Zhenren, but this is his number. His original name is actually Lu Feng, thinking about the connection between this space and the magic circle outside, Feng Lang, who wants to come here to sign his name, should be Guangming Zhenren.

"It turns out that there are regrets about cultivating like Guangming Zhenren. Jiang Yu sighed.

"Even if you are as strong as the god of Boling, there are times when you are helpless. The sword spirit suddenly said this, Jiang Yu pondered for a moment, as if talking to himself, and as if he said to the sword spirit: "I pursue strength, in order to have no regrets in life, and I don't want to cause any regrets because I don't have strength." If ......" Jiang Yu said if, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and didn't say any more.

The entire tomb was neatly arranged, and with the exception of metal utensils and some beautiful jewelry on the bones, everything else was basically ashed. For Jiang Yu, there is nothing of value, and even if it is valuable, Jiang Yu, who respects Guangming Zhenren, will not choose to destroy any funeral goods belonging to this woman.

The murals in the tomb are relatively rough, and they don't look like they were carved by a professional seal carver at all, but look more like a master with a sword carved out with a sword. It's rough, but it's done with the utmost care. Any person who sees these pictures can read and understand. The picture depicts two people, from the first acquaintance, to familiarity, to mutual promise, and finally life and death, burying their lovers with their own hands.

"Guangming Zhenren is really a person of affection and sex. Jiang Yu sighed. He knew very well that the people who carved these pictures would not be anyone else except Guangming Zhenren.

Jiang Yu found a picture of the two of them dancing swords on the other wall, one move at a time, continuously. Looking at the movements of the villain engraved on it, Jiang Yu, a martial artist, couldn't help but pull out the sword under the hem of his shirt and practiced according to the above.

"These moves are not bad, they are very similar to the Skylight Cloud Shadow Sword Technique, and they are worth learning. Jiang Yu admired and kept those techniques in his heart. Look at them one by one. Until the end the picture was gone.

Jiang Yu saw that at the end of the picture, there was a ring carved into the seal, which was very strange.

"This ......" Jiang Yu saw the ring, looked at its size, but was only slightly stunned, and immediately thought of the piece of jade that he found next to the bones of Guangming's real person, which he thought was useless. After Jiang Yu took out the jade bi, he compared it and found that the size of the jade bib really matched the ring.

"Is this the key?" Jiang Yu didn't think about it, so he pressed the jade bi into the ring, and saw that after the original texture of the wall matched the jade bi, it slowly rotated by itself, and then the wall in front of him actually cracked left and right with a bang. Another stone chamber appeared in front of him.

"This ......" Jiang Yu found that the newly appeared stone chamber was almost a library of medicinal materials. All kinds of herbs and trees are piled up and ashed at the touch of a mountain everywhere, and there are many of those mineral medicinal herbs, but they have been too long ago, and many of them have completely failed. Jiang Yu turned around in the stone room, stopped in front of a stone shore platform, and saw that on the desk, there was a silk scroll placed there, and it was not ashed, Jiang Yu could see that there was a lot of aura on the scroll, as if it was a treasure, although the grade was not high, but it resisted the wear and tear of the years.

Jiang Yu opened the scroll and found that there were lines of symbols written on the scroll, Jiang Yu read them one by one, but found that several of the words in it meant the names of medicinal herbs, and then the others seemed to be too.

"Prescription?" Jiang Yu continued to read the silk scroll, and at the end of the silk scroll, a heart-wrenching sentence was written: "...... What Yu hated all his life, he couldn't ask for withered butterfly flowers, he hated it very much! "From the last few words that were already a little messy, Jiang Yu could already see that when he wrote this silk scroll, Guangming Zhenren was really angry.

Thinking about the phoenix sleeve lying in the coffin outside, Jiang Yuxin said that it seems that this phoenix sleeve may be suffering from some incurable disease, and Guangming Zhenren begged for medicine for her but couldn't, resulting in the phoenix sleeve dying in front of him, so he left such words.

"Life and death are the most impermanent. Sword Spirit suddenly sighed. Jiang Yu looked at the prescription and asked, "What is the withered butterfly flower, can you not find such a powerful person as a real person in Guangming?"

Jian Ling said: "I don't know much about this, but I seem to have heard that it is a very beautiful flower. I don't know what it will be used for.

"...... like this" Jiang Yu turned around in the medicinal herb warehouse again, and found that on one side of the wall, there was another ring, Jiang Yu embedded that side in it again, and the wall immediately separated left and right again, and this time the stone chamber that appeared in front of him was much smaller than the previous two. But on the walls of the stone chamber, there are a large number of symbols carved into them.

Jiang Yu read it with curiosity, and as soon as he read the first four words, Jiang Yu was stunned.

"Bipolar Kenshin ......"

"How can there be a record of the bipolar sword heart here!" Jiang Yu was stunned, so he read it word by word, and he found that it was indeed right, this was indeed the bipolar sword heart that the sword spirit had taught him. But as he read and read, Jiang Yu found an abnormality, and the aspect of qi absorption was almost the same, but in terms of driving aura, it was very different from the bipolar sword heart used by Jiang Yu. Although he felt that something was wrong, Jiang Yu was still very serious, and after reading all those words, it was almost more than 7,000 words.

"How can this be, doesn't it mean that the Great God of Boling is the founder of the bipolar sword heart, why does Guangming Zhenren also have a bipolar sword heart here, and why is it different from mine. Jiang Yu always felt that the sword spirit must have something to hide from him.

When the sword spirit heard Jiang Yu's words, he didn't speak for a long time, and finally spoke, but it was a sentence that surprised Jiang Yu.

"That slut!"

"This ......" Jiang Yu didn't know who the sword spirit was scolding, but he could tell that he was not scolding Guangming Zhenren.

"Even if he taught Ling Xiao's sword intent to outsiders, he even dared to call himself a bipolar sword intent, it was really shameless!" The sword spirit's angry scolding came again, and Jiang Yu was even more puzzled.

The sword spirit was like entering a state of selflessness, and he was furious and scolded for a while, and Jiang Yu asked, "If your temper is enough, tell me about it." ”

"What's the matter?" said the Sword Spirit, still a little angry.

"Who's that slut in your mouth? Jiang Yu asked with concern.

"A slut is a slut!" said the sword spirit helplessly. Then he saw that Jiang Yu still didn't quite understand, so he said: "In the past, the Great God of Boling needed to cast Heavenly Cry to kill the Four Saints of the Demon God, and he had to learn from the Night Clan to build the Heavenly Cry Divine Sword for the Great God of Boling." My twin sister and I are both princesses of the Shiye clan. In order to forge the Heavenly Cry Sword Spirit, my father made both of us candidates for blood sacrifice. ”

"Twin Blood Sacrifice ......" Jiang Yu couldn't help but change color when he heard this. After thinking about it, he said, "Then are you willing?"

Hearing Jiang Yu ask this, the sword spirit sighed and said, "I was naturally reluctant at first, but my father's order is difficult to disobey. Thinking about it later, in fact, it doesn't matter, my Shiye clan makes a living by forging swords, and for generations, they have worshiped the great god of Boling as a god, and can become the sword spirit of the great god of Boling, which is the supreme glory of the Shiye clan. And at that time, the four saints of the demon gods were in turmoil from all walks of life, and the damage of the Shiye clan was also very huge, and it was nothing to sacrifice for the clan. ”

"And then?" Jiang Yu continued.

The sword spirit pondered for a moment and said, "Forging the sword spirit, the pain is unbearable, and it is difficult to tell, but my sister and I have survived, and in the end we have become the sword spirit in the Sky Crying Sword." One sword and two spirits, unprecedented. Coincidentally, the Great God of Boling has a set of bipolar sword heart exercises. There are two branches of this set of exercises, namely the Extreme Self Sword Intent and the Ling Xiao Sword Intent. The Great God of Boling was proficient in these two sword intents, but he couldn't tell which of these two sword intents was stronger and which was weaker. And my sister and I, when we were studying the bipolar sword heart, we also had a disagreement. I thought that the sword intent of the extreme self was stronger, but he thought that Ling Xiao's sword intent was better. Originally, our sisters were very close, but because of the difference in ideas, there was a gap. I thought that the Great God of Boling would be judged later, but after the Great God of Boling killed the four saints of the demon god, he died due to the oath of blood exhaustion. Before he died, he didn't want my sister and me to sleep forever, so he used the Soul Forgiveness Mantra, which was to dissolve the relationship with his master and servant. Be free. For me, it is my glory to follow in the footsteps of the god of the sword, the great god of Boling. I don't think that there will be anyone else who can surpass the Great God of Boling, and no one is qualified to be my next master, so I rejected the curse of forgiveness and chose to sleep forever, waiting for the rebirth of the Great God of Boling. And that slut chose to flee!"