The gray-black mist churned up and down, in the extreme darkness, these fogs seemed to carry a dead gray light, and in the gray mist, countless long smokes were like entangled and wriggling snakes, they surged towards the direction of Ning Chang's fall, but they were extremely afraid of the light of the golden crow and did not dare to approach.

In the perception of falling, Ning Chang gathered the only consciousness and bit the tip of his tongue, the pain made him wake up for a short time, he opened his golden pupils, he could no longer see the edge of the cliff, those small, smoke-condensed snakes occupied the field of vision, they were densely packed like corpse cockroaches, had gathered into a hurricane-like inverted cone, just looking at it, it made people's scalps explode.

In the process of falling rapidly, Ning Changjiu held the sword in his hand and stabbed around, but fortunately he did not fall too far from the cliff, and the short sword reached out not far before it touched the hard rock wall.

His aura quenched the blade of the sword, and he plunged into it at once, and his body also hit the rock wall with force, and then with the inertia of falling, the blade of the quenching spirit kept sliding down like cutting rotten earth, cutting an extremely long ravine along the smooth wall.

Ning Chang didn't know how long he would fall in this abyss, but people always had an instinctive fear of the unknown darkness, and in the process of falling, he glanced down, as if he could see countless evils and dangers hidden in the darkness.

His Dao heart was so alarming that he couldn't calm down at all, he clutched the hilt of his sword, his wrists and arms were almost unconscious, and the golden crow couldn't condense into a concrete shape, and where it passed, a long golden band of light dragged out, and the band of light was little by little together in the darkness, like a golden fishing line hanging down from the sky.

He descended much slower after sinking into the wall with his sword, so that the fear of the abyss seemed to be stretched for a long time, and he was in this palpitating length, suppressing his trembling heart, trying to calm his emotions.

The golden crow was one with him, his physical condition was getting worse and worse, and the golden crow was getting weaker and weaker, and finally, it collapsed into a golden ball of light, and suddenly drilled into Ning Changjiu's body, Ning Changjiu felt a touch of warmth from his chest, and that warmth helped him dispel a lot of cold.

The sword body kept rubbing against the wall, sparks splashed everywhere, and soon the pressure of the sword body was almost stretched to the extreme.

And Ning Changchang knew that without this sword, he would fall into the abyss, and he might even be directly crushed.

He pressed his hands to the hilt of his sword and gritted his teeth. I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the afterglow of glancing down, he saw a faint green light.

The light was far away, very small, arranged according to the pattern of a certain formation, looking like a constellation in the night sky, but with a certain sense of paying tribute to the dead.

Ning Chang was powerless to find out what it was, he could only preliminarily judge that it was the bottom of the abyss, the cultivators in the past hollowed out a mountain, and he was equivalent to falling directly from the top to the bottom of the peak!

Still falling at a high speed, the distance between him and those ghostly fires was shortened in an instant.

The ghost fire kept amplifying in his vision, and the fear in his heart grew uncontrollably, and when the sword in his hand burned to the extreme, it exploded like a crisp crack, and the broken sword that had originally fallen into the rock wall suddenly lost its support and slid into the void - there was a fault in the rock wall, and he entered a wider space!

Ning Chang let out a low roar, and the spiritual power in his body poured out like a tide, protecting his body before he was about to fall into the encirclement of the lamp.

Bang!

Ning Chang's body smashed to the ground, his back was in severe pain, as if he had hit something, he didn't care about it, he just rolled a few times violently, unloaded the impact of the fall, and then hit the hard stone pier again.

It was a huge round stone pier under the dragon-winding pillar.

Ning Chang's throat was sweet, he spat blood, his body curled up in pain, his hands and feet trembled, the blood flowed to his cheeks, and his eyelids were pasted, he stretched out his sleeve and touched his face, wanting to wipe away the blood.

He struggled to get up, but his body was too seriously injured, and his golden pupils could not condense no matter what, so he had to barely open his slightly weaker sword eyes and look around.

It was a huge circular space.

This space is made of huge stone blocks, and it is solemn and solemn.

On the ground, there are countless strange utensils, those utensils are difficult to distinguish at a glance, but the dust of different thicknesses falling on them can be seen to be many years, and many of those utensils are covered with a layer of old cloth, the material of the cloth is very special, a little fluffy, and the four corners of the cloth are also tied with threads.

It was supposed to be something that had been thrown from above, and for fear of direct damage to the object, I tied it with such a cloth and let it land here slowly.

Ning Changjiu once asked Yan Zhou what was hidden here, and Yan Zhou told him that there were many remaining treasures in this world, and they were very precious, but the demonic and evil nature on them or other breaths that could pollute the spirit could not be erased, so they could only be sealed in pain.

And in the huge space under this hidden peak, countless such evil weapons were scattered.

It should be the artifact found by the first generation of peak masters, the era of the gods and gods.

The evil nature of the utensils filled this space, making Ning Changjiu feel a strong discomfort, and his ears were already hallucinating the screams and roars of fierce beasts, and the blood and fire turned into real colors and burned his eyelids.

Fortunately, in this space, the aura is also abundant, even several times more abundant than in the Hidden Peak.

This was similar to his initial suspicion, according to the phenomenon that the aura will sink after reaching a sufficient concentration, the aura in the hidden peak will flow into this space like a waterfall, and the accumulation of such a large amount of aura is to suppress and wash away the demonic nature on these artifacts.

But even then, it should be a long process of hundreds of years.

Ning Changjiu didn't think that falling here was his chance, he didn't dare to try to control any artifact, and he didn't need to take such a risk.

But the demonic artifacts seemed to have been alone for too long, and after feeling the breath of the living, they let out a trembling sound that bordered on longing, as if tempting him to pick them up

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Ning Chang dismissed these voices.

A rich aura poured into his body, and after a brief breath, he began to look for the exit of this space.

He stood up, his sword eyes slowly looking around.

The faint green light points he saw before were all lights, but at this moment, there was no barrier of rich aura, and those lights were pure milky white in front of him, and the lamp pole was also extremely long, and I don't know what material was hidden in it, which could make this fire light last for a hundred years.

Ning Chang stood up along the huge stone pier.

Suddenly, his head hit something extremely hard, and it hurt a little.

He withdrew a little, and an instinctive chill ran through him.

He felt something extremely dangerous behind him, and it felt like a long sword with iron as clay on his back, and with a little force, he could pierce his heart.

And he didn't realize it until now.

Ning Chang calmed down, as his mood calmed down, the sense of danger gradually receded, he turned around, opened his sword eyes, and saw something like a white skeleton, he felt that something was wrong, and then took a few steps back, and then took a few steps back, and then he finally saw what it was.

There is really a dragon wrapped around the dragon pillar that runs through the mountain peak!

The dragon-shaped thing was a huge object with craggy bones, and it circled around the giant pillar and went up, and the head could only be seen after dozens of feet, and if its body wrapped around the pillar was separated, I don't know how long it should be.

As soon as Ning Changchang saw it, a strange emotion arose in his heart, that emotion was not fear, nor excitement, he didn't know how to describe it, but there was a sense of epic vicissitudes.

He looked closely and saw that it was not a keel, as it did not have four claws. It looked more like a mythical python, dead for years, and its huge body wrapped around the pillar still carried an indistriguing horror, and its cone-like head was raised diagonally upwards to look at the exit of the deep well-like space.

The slanted upward movement is like a living creature, making it feel like it is about to wake up again at any moment, and it slides up the dragon pillar quickly, returning to its kingdom.

That huge sense of oppression almost made Ning Chang breathless, and at this moment, in the endless darkness, in the cold lights, the sound of a voice made Ning Chang feel like falling into an ice cellar.

The voice was old and weak, like a wind mixed with dust, with an uncomfortable deflated and astringent, and the owner of the voice should be an old man with a white beard and half a foot in the coffin.

But that's the only sound here and now.

"This is the bones of the snake, when the desolate man rode the god elephant to kill the snake demon, the god elephant was swallowed alive by the snake into the belly, the desolate tribe was also injured more than half, and then the snake demon did not know who killed, the bones fell into the southern wilderness. ”

There was a strange magic in that voice, as if if you would believe every word the other person said.

Ning Changjiu's expression was also in a trance for a moment, the golden crow in his heart flickered, and a sense of sobriety poured into his eyes, and he blurted out: "Who are you?"

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On the sword field, Ning Xiaoling never waited for Ning Chang.

In the first competition, she defeated her opponent with only three swords, and her skills shocked the audience, but after she won, she didn't put away the sword for a long time, and the disciple saw Ning Xiaoling pointing the sword at herself, thinking that it was deliberately humiliating, and almost cried, Ning Xiaoling reacted at this time, and quickly withdrew the sword and apologized.

Uncle Yazhu announced the victory.

Lu married and stood on a high place, with a little confusion locked between her smoky eyebrows, she felt that Ning Xiaoling seemed to be a little strange, and then she looked around and understood the reason.

On such an important day, Ning Changjiu didn't come? What was he doing?

Ning Xiaoling walked in the direction of the rest table, she carried her sword, and suddenly covered her heart, it was a feeling similar to stepping on the air in her sleep, this feeling made her very worried, she felt that it was impossible for her senior brother not to come to see her, this ...... Could it be that something is wrong?

Her brows were always locked, and her heart kept beating drums, fidgeting, and a sword heart couldn't calm down at all.

Le Rou also noticed Ning Xiaoling's strangeness, her thoughts were different from Ning Xiaoling's, she guessed if Ning Changjiu had seen through his plan again, and was afraid that I would expose him at the sword test meeting, so she deliberately didn't come?

The coming and going of an outer disciple should have been an insignificant matter, but at this moment, it aroused a different atmosphere in the venue, and that atmosphere emanated from Ning Xiaoling.

Everyone could feel her distraction, restlessness, and restlessness.

"Next round, Ning Xiaoling, Xu Weiran!"

Masatake announced the names of the two sides in the next round.

Xu Weiran is recognized as the highest cultivation under the male disciple of Fengzhong Nancheng, and he is also the only person who feels that he should be dike before Ning Xiaoling, this senior brother Xu Weiran, although there is nothing outstanding in the attainment of swordsmanship, but the victory is in all four levels and eight stability, every sword he makes is offensive and defensive in an orderly manner, and it is almost difficult to find any flaws in the same realm.

But at this moment, Ning Xiaoling's mind was not on this at all, her heart was pounding, and she was more and more sure that something must have happened to her senior brother!

"Xiao Ling. Uncle Yazhu called out to her.

Ning Xiaoling, who was a little distracted, came back to her senses at this time, she got up with her sword, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and slid weakly across the sword field.

Seeing this scene, Yazhu looked displeased, and said: "Didn't I teach you on weekdays? The tip of the sword is a real killing weapon on a sword, but it is also the most vulnerable part of the sword, and it must not touch the masonry at will, and any damage to the sword is fatal in the battle between the life and death of the master!"

Listening to Yazhu's reprimand, Ning Xiaoling sobered up a little and replied, "Yes." ”

Yazhu looked at her and asked, "Unwell?"

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and shook her head

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Yazhu said: "Then let's start." ”

Xu Weiran looked at the absent-minded girl in front of him, he didn't know what kind of realm Ning Xiaoling was now, but she had defeated a disciple who had entered the Xuan Shang Realm in three moves before, and the strength she showed was definitely not allowed to be underestimated, thinking about this, Xu Weiran wiped away the sourness that flashed in her heart, and set up a sword posture one by one.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly turned around and ran in the direction of Lu Married, she leaned into Lu Married's ear and said something in her ear.

I don't know what it was tense, as soon as Ning Xiaoling spoke, Lu Marrying's body tightened a lot, and the sword aura emanating from his body became even more powerful.

After listening to Ning Xiaoling's words, Lu Marrying was also a little nervous in her heart, she gathered her voice into a line and said, "Could Ning Changjiu just forget the time?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head resolutely, she didn't know how to explain her concentricity with her senior brother, she just said seriously: "Master, senior brother is definitely in danger now!"

Lu Marrying still didn't believe it, and said: "With Ning's long-term ability, what can be in this peak that puts him in danger?"

Ning Xiaoling knew her brother better, and said with a sad face: "Although Senior Brother is powerful, you also know that he can always provoke something even more powerful......

Lu married a brief recollection, and found that it was indeed the case along the way, even for Ning Chang, who was full of confidence, she couldn't help but worry.

It's just that she was thinking about many things about Heavenly Cave Peak, and for a while she couldn't think of the possibility that could threaten Ning Changjiu.

Lu married her lightly patted her shoulder and advised, "You can participate in the sword trial meeting with peace of mind first, and I will help you find Ning Changjiu." ”

Ning Xiaoling was a little relieved at this time, but she couldn't let go of her hanging heart for a long time.

Yazhu stood not far away, quietly waiting for the result of Ning Xiaoling's conversation with Lu Marry, for some reason, even she had a faint uneasiness lingering in her heart, she always felt that at this moment, something was secretly happening in the peak.

After Ning Xiaoling had a brief conversation with Lu Zai, Lu Marrying got up and said a few words to Yazhu, and then left the sword field temporarily.

Many people felt lost in their hearts about Master's departure. There are also many people who guessed the reason for Master's departure, and they were indignant and dissatisfied in their hearts, wondering if Master treated the outer disciple as a closed disciple, Ning Changjiu was not qualified to participate in the sword test meeting of Tianguo Peak, what does it matter if he comes or not?

This Ning Xiaoling is also really, obviously a promising female sword immortal, and it is even possible to take over the position of master in the future, how could she be trapped by Ning Changjiu, an outer disciple?

In addition to dissatisfaction, many people also have jealousy in their hearts.

After a small wave, the sword competition in the sword field started again, Ning Xiaoling put aside a lot of distractions, and stared at the sword in Xu Weiran's hand without distraction, her realm was higher than Xu Weiran, as long as she didn't make a mistake, there was no possibility of losing.

This battle ended unexpectedly quickly, and Ning Xiaoling actually lost.

Xu Weiran breathed a sigh of relief and said a concession, but he found that there was no frustration on the face of the girl in front of him, but a painful look, the sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand fell to the ground, she covered her chest with her fingers, slowly squatted down, and then touched the ground on one knee, grasping the hilt of the sword to find a sense of security, but scenes lingered in her mind.

In that scene, there is a ruined space, a white-boned python, an old man with a blurred face, an endless gray-black mist, and a ......

She snorted, her head like it was going to explode.

It was this picture that suddenly invaded her brain that made her sword slower by half a beat, allowing Xu Weiran to take the lead and win in one fell swoop.

Yazhu ran over for the first time, she had never encountered this situation, she looked at the evil girl, and asked herself softly, "Go crazy?"

The rest of the disciples were also panicked, and Xu Weiran stood in place, a little at a loss, thinking that he didn't use an out-of-the-ordinary sword move.

But Ning Xiaoling's physical condition came and went quickly, her tense body quickly relaxed, she stretched out her hand, subconsciously grabbed something, and called out softly......

Many of the people present were her senior brothers, but they knew that the only senior brother in Ning Xiaoling's mouth was the young man in white.

Yazhu touched her forehead, and her divine sense probed into her body to probe, and at this moment Ning Xiaoling's body had regained its calm.

Masatake breathed a sigh of relief and helped her to sit down.

It was only at this moment that the changes that had occurred in the hidden peak spread little by little.

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At the bottom of the peak, Ning Changjiu held only a piece of sword in his hand, which was twisted and distorted, and he watched an old man come out from behind the bones of the giant snake.

"I'm the grave keeper here, and I'm in charge of this cemetery...... I have been dead for many years, you are the first living person I have ever seen, young man, where did you come from, who are you taught by, and now you are the first generation of disciples in the peak? I have been here for more than three hundred years, and I have been waiting for a disciple who can inherit my mantle, I want to teach him this set of true peerless sword techniques of the Heavenly Sword Sect before the final moment of death, young man, answer my questions, and then kneel in front of this stone tablet, from today on, you can get the only true inheritance of the Heavenly Sect...... You don't want it to be lost, do you?"

The old man's words were heavy and deep, with an unspeakable conviction, which made people not have the slightest doubt.

Ning Chang seemed to be intoxicated by his words, lowered his sword, and walked over slowly, he walked around the huge stone pier and walked in front of the old man, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to express something reverently, and the old man's face also showed kindness and satisfaction for the younger generation.

Then, a sword light suddenly lit up from his sleeve and slashed towards the old man.

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(Not in good shape, only one chapter of QAQ was coded)