The gray sky is eternal, and the yin energy wanders the world like a ghost.

On the wharf of the Lechuan River, the thick yin qi floated here, hooking the soul rope to hook away the last group of scattered cultivators, and the yin qi of the inexplicable creature lingered here for a while, and then slowly retreated to the white bone yellow spring road, and I don't know where it was hidden.

As Jiang Chen fell into the demonic nature of pollen on the other side, Mo Mei and the others also set their eyes on the lifeless and strange scene in the river.

The black substance that climbed up from under the black river was like some kind of viscous liquid, constantly climbing up one loose leg after another.

Once the whole body is covered by this black strange substance, then when it retreats, the physical body will disappear, and there will not be a single bone residue left, and no hair remains.

Instead, an illusory human soul standing on a small wooden boat, smiling, sank to the other side, and the small wooden boat began to float slowly under their feet.

The wooden boat carried the human soul and gradually disappeared from the field of vision of Mo Mei and the others.

Looking at this scene, the bronze demon suddenly spoke: "This scene reminds me of a scene I saw in the human city hundreds of years ago, what is the Midyear Festival, everyone put a small boat in the river, there is a fire on the boat, which represents the soul of the human being. ”

At this moment, all the scattered cultivators who have fallen into the 'other side' are facing this kind of horror, but the black substance also has different manifestations in different scattered cultivators, and the most intuitive is the problem of speed and slowness.

There are casual cultivators who swallow their flesh with black matter in just a few breaths, and there are also monks whose black substance still stays on their ankles, moving up little by little at an extremely slow speed.

After a simple comparison, Mo Mei and the others realized that the higher the cultivator, the slower the black substance would swallow his body.

For example, Nangong Fan and Sun Zhengqian, the black substance has been rubbing against their ankles for a long time.

Moreover, this black substance only seems to have invaded the creatures whose spirits have sunk to the 'other side', and Mo Mei and the others have not been threatened by this substance.

Mo Mei and the others quietly watched one after another as the monks lost their bodies, and the souls of the people floated into the depths of the Lethe River in a small wooden boat.

"Sister Momei, where do you say these souls will drift to?"

Mo Mei: "I don't know. ”

Black Bear: "I'd like to see it." ”

Mo Mei: "No, the pavilion master is the most important." ”

At this moment, Mo Mei and the others' eyes trembled, just because a large piece of black substance was crawling up little by little under the stone platform, wrapping around Jiang Chen's body.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Shhh ”

Buzzing!

At this time, there was a sound of sword sound in Jiang Chen's body, which made those black substances pause, and some did not dare to step forward.

......

The 'other side' of the heart, the Taixu Sword Sect.

I don't know what is going on in the world in the cold and summer, I don't care about the mountains and rivers in the spring and autumn, and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen has spent fifteen years in the Taixu Sword Sect.

In the past fifteen years, under the teaching of his master Jian Xinzi, he practiced the foundation of the Taixu Sword Sect "Taixu Sword Codex", and used a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite as the material to refine his natal sword qi Chenguang, which attracted the starlight of the Nine Heavens, and the sword was heavy, and he won the first place in the Jiufeng Sword Trial Conference with the Chenguang Sword in his hand, ranking first among the nine great swords.

In the next two hundred years, Jiang Chen left the Taixu Sword Sect, went down the mountain to sharpen, eliminated demons and evil spirits, and protected the righteous path in the world for eternity.

One day, Jiang Chen suddenly returned to the Taixu Sword Sect, knelt in front of Jian Xinzi, and said heavily: "Master, the disciple seems to be entangled in the heart of the demon, and he has no sword heart, I hope that the master will sweep away the demon obstacles for me and return to the sword heart!"

It turned out that I don't know when it began, Jiang Chen's mind would have some pictures that he had never experienced, those intermittent, like another person's broken life.

For this reason, Jiang Chen even lived quietly and peacefully for a long time in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

However, this strange phenomenon has not only not been alleviated in any way, but has become more and more serious.

At night, he dreamed in a dream that a woman who was difficult to describe in words appeared in front of him, and she smiled and pressed Jiang Chen's head into her chest, which made Jiang Chen difficult to breathe and suddenly woke up.

After that, Jiang Chen, who was cultivating, was once again disturbed by the image that suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was still that woman, she stood beside a spiritual spring, unbuttoned her clothes, her silky and snow-white skin made the clothes on her body slip silently, and the bright moonlight fell on her sexy back, making Jiang Chen's heart beat faster.

Suddenly, she turned around sharply and presented all the beauty to Jiang Chen without reservation.

Burst!

Jiang Chen, who was in a state of confusion, vomited blood and woke up, and when he was confused, he was full of the wonderful figure of that perfect woman in front of him - a thin willow waist, sexy collarbones, charming curves, and a snowy back under the moon.

"Lust is riddled like a tiger's heart!"

Jiang Chen realized what had happened to him.

In the following time, this kind of external demon invasion became more and more serious, the woman's voice often echoed in her ears, and even the Chenguang Sword in her hand began to be strange, and from time to time it would turn into another sword weapon.

Jian Xinzi looked at the disciple in front of him, walked up to him with a sigh, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Jiang Chen, your sword is messed up. ”

"The disciple doesn't know how to understand the heart sword, and I ask the master to solve my confusion!"

Shizun shook his head and said: "To solve the bell, you must tie the bell, the confusion in your heart, only you can solve it yourself, the Taixu Sword Sect has a domain name called Jianyuan, you go there to take a look, maybe you can recall yourself, recall the original sword." ”

"Jian Yuan?"

Jiang Chen did not hesitate, and flew away to find the location of Jian Yuan.

It didn't take long for Jiang Chen to find the location of the Sword Abyss, and he was suspended for nine days overlooking the endless abyss below that had no bottom, and without too much hesitation, the sword flew in.

Bang!

Jiang Chen fell to the bottom of the sword abyss, and when he looked around, he was stunned, only to see that at the bottom of this dark abyss, countless broken swords were scattered around.

"This ......"

"The world knows that the Tongtian Sword Tower of my Taixu Sword Sect stores the natal sword weapons of the masters of the fallen Sword Sect of the past dynasties, but they don't know that there are countless nameless swords in the pitch-black sword abyss, and their masters are all ordinary disciples of the Taixu Sword Sect in the past dynasties, and for various reasons, they can't continue to move forward on the road of the sword, so they lose their swords here. ”

Kenshinko's figure came from above the sword abyss.

"In the Tongtian Sword Tower, the sword weapons of the sword sect powerhouses of the past dynasties are too unique, each one has its own character, they are very powerful, and the swords here have become scrap iron, the spirituality is completely lost, it is difficult to see the daylight, the answer in your heart is in them. ”

The answer in my heart......

The words of the master Jian Xinzi were extinguished above his head, and at the bottom of the pitch-black abyss, Jiang Chen looked around.

These remnant swords that have been here for an unknown period of time are indeed as the master said, they are all broken copper and iron, and their bodies are covered with rust and have been eroded by time.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Chen casually picked up a sword weapon on the ground, breathed slightly, and then put on a posture, returning to the first few years of the Sword Sect to practice ordinary swordsmanship.