Ning Hongyuan then condensed the fire attribute true yuan qi in his palm, and with a sudden wave of his hands, he stirred out the true yuan in his palm towards the pillars of light on both sides of the path, and once again used the true yuan to light up the bluestone path in front of him.

With a wave of Ning Hongyuan's one hand, the path that had just reached out and couldn't see his fingers suddenly became bright and spacious, and when he looked along the path, he saw thousands of strange ghost-faced rakshasas carved on both sides, as if people were in the gates of hell.

At this moment, the girl assassin standing outside the path gate was already stunned by this scene.

As the path was gradually lit by candlelight, the girl could vaguely see the "sword carvings" on both sides of the path.

All this shocked her, and after glancing at Ning Hongyuan's back, she inadvertently began to ponder in her heart: "Before leaving, my father once told me that this Divine Sword Sect is just a small martial sect of one force, but the sect master and the young sect master are very amazing people, but all this!"

She kept recalling her father's words in her mind, however, everything that was unfolding in front of her eyes now had already made her doubt about her father's words—this Divine Sword Sect was by no means as simple as it seemed.

The girl pondered as she stood outside the door and watched carefully.

These "sword carvings" are almost perfect, whether it is the blade or the hilt, the fine carvings, and the lifelike portraits bring people a feeling of being in the real body. Such ingenious carving is by no means something that ordinary sculptors can carve.

The girl was also born in a martial arts family since she was a child, how could she not know that such a "sword carving" must be from the hands of an extremely outstanding swordsman.

In order to exercise the state of mind and sword intent of "the heart is like stopping water", many swordsmen often carve such a way to achieve such a purpose of cultivating sword intent.

Carving is the most tempering people's perseverance and patience, and the same is true for cultivating sword intent, even for three days and three nights, I have closed my eyes, and even for seven days and seven nights, I don't move half a step, only the fanatical pursuit of sword intent, will comprehend my own sword intent.

Looking at all this in front of her, the girl's heart began to ponder repeatedly.

"I can't imagine that this little Divine Sword Sect still has such a secret!"

"This Divine Sword Sect is really not simple. ”

"But how could this bastard reveal the secrets of their Martial Sect to himself, and could there be any plot in this?"

"Could it be that this bastard is here to let me go back, and then I guess I will tell my father the secret of all this I saw at this moment? My father must have felt that this was an opportunity to come here to find out, and then he would take the opportunity to attract my father and them here, and then their Divine Sword Sect would take this opportunity to make it bigger from small?"

Thinking of this, the girl suddenly felt a chill in her heart, and she was sure that this bastard must have such a purpose.

"But instead of killing me, he saved my life, I... I.. ”

After pondering it over and over again, she didn't know how to describe the complicated feelings in her heart.

"Let's go, don't think too much, hurry up!" While she was thinking a lot, Ning Hongyuan urged in front of her.

Ning Hongyuan's words made her dispel her worries, and she came back to her senses.

Maybe she was stunned by this scene, or maybe she was worried that Ning Hongyuan was plotting against her, when she looked into the depths of the path, she felt an eerie hellish aura attacking, and she stayed where she was, not daring to move.

Time was pressing, Ning Hongyuan looked at her and snorted coldly, too lazy to waste time on her, a phantom walked up to her, hit her acupuncture points in one breath, and then picked her up from under her feet and rushed into the secret passage in one breath.

The girl's true yuan was exhausted, and the true yuan acupuncture points in her body were sealed by Ning Hongyuan at this moment, and she couldn't move at all, so she could only be held in Ning Hongyuan's arms at this moment.

Those angry and shy eyes stared blankly at the bastard in front of her, and she could only hope that this bastard really wanted to save herself, instead of doing all the bad things after holding herself in.

From her rapid breathing, Ning Hongyuan naturally guessed what she was thinking, and it was difficult to refute.

After a short time, Ning Hongyuan waited until the entrance of the secret passage was closed, then released her from his arms, and then gently opened her acupuncture points, allowing her to walk independently.

After the girl's toes touched the ground, her heart relaxed a little, and she said, "This bastard is really not that kind of impatient person!"

"Let's go, this is the secret passage that our Divine Sword Sect cultivated just in case, and it is also the sword tomb left by the ancestors of our Divine Sword Sect. Ning Hongyuan explained to her like this while leading her on the road.

When Ning Hongyuan spoke, there was an eerie aura around the two of them from time to time, making people feel as if they were in a ghost castle at midnight, and such an environment made people feel a strong sense of fear.

If it weren't for the fact that Ning Hongyuan had long been accustomed to living in the pile of dead people, he would really be frightened by the aura around him and would not dare to take a step forward.

Once, in order to exercise Ning Hongyuan's courage, the Demon Venerable made a bet to let him pass through this sword tomb alone, otherwise he would be separated from Ning Hongyuan's soul.

In order to get the help of the Demon Venerable, Ning Hongyuan went deep into the realm of this divine tomb alone, and tried more than a dozen times before he dared to walk through this sword tomb alone.

It is conceivable that even a brave person like Ning Hongyuan is afraid of this sword tomb, let alone the girl's mood at this moment.

The horror here is different from the horror of the Death Forest, there is an invisible * in the horror, because the horror factor is not only the visual effect, the most important thing is that the air here is filled with a poisonous gas called "ghost incense", this poisonous gas can inspire the deepest fear in your heart, even if you claim to be brave, but the feeling brought to you here is not just the word horror can be described.

Such fear even made the girl take the initiative to stretch out her left hand and take Ning Hongyuan's right hand.

At this moment, the two of them went one after the other, slowly groping forward.

The girl looked at the hideous and terrifying ghost-faced rakshasas on both sides, she really couldn't stand the eerie chill around her, and hurriedly took a few steps forward, and after getting closer to the young man, she felt a little more at ease.

"Sword Tomb? What kind of place is this?Is it the relics left by your Divine Sword Sect's ancestors from the past?Is there a lot of magic weapons in this?" she still couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and asked with Ning Hongyuan in the face.

The echoes of the girl continued to echo on both sides of the deep road, adding to the horror of the secret room.

In addition to this sword carving, the bluestone wall is also carved with a lot of extremely hideous ghost-faced rakshasas, making people feel as if they are in eighteen layers of purgatory, a pair of * incomparable eyes, as if judging all the evils in the world.

Ning Hongyuan turned around at this time, saw her blank look, smiled faintly, nodded lightly while leading the way, and turned back to explain for her: "Well, Sword Tomb! The universe is vast, the time is vast, three thousand years to the east of the river, three thousand years to the west of the river, once our Divine Sword Sect was also the first martial arts sect in this heavenly domain, but it is a pity that things must be reversed, in this martial realm world, there is no eternal strength, and there is no eternal weakness, so, with the rise of some new martial arts sects, our ancestors have lost powerful opportunities again and again because of greed for pleasure, plus the predecessors do not know how to be prepared for danger in times of peace, our Divine Sword Sect has slowly become a third-rate martial sect, which has been eaten away by countless other sects, and even in order to avoid being destroyed by powerful forces, our ancestors changed their names and surnames, took the name of the Divine Sword Sect, and thrived in this small place。 ”

When Ning Hongyuan spoke, the girl listened quietly.

Speaking of this, Ning Hongyuan's words changed, and his tone became more serious, "Fortunately, the sect masters of these terms, especially my father, have worked hard to finally let my Divine Sword Sect regain its former glory, although I don't understand power and strategy, but I believe that under the leadership of my father, our Divine Sword Sect will definitely rise again!"