This is the fourth night that Kunlun and others have been trapped in this "Extreme Yang Hell".

"Did you tell Harish?" Ink Yang avoided the others and found Patriarch Li. He couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he was a little out of breath, but he knew he had to do something.

If no one advances the sword-forging process, then what they have done so far will be meaningless.

Patriarch Li Gang led the members of the tribe to avoid the day's attack, he sat on the edge of the bed with his body bent, but his eyes became more resolute and full of conviction, he beckoned to the back room, and a young man wrapped in a white robe stepped out of it.

It's Harish.

The young man stepped forward to hold the old man's hand, and the expression on his face was indescribably pious.

"Do you know, what are you going to do?" Ink Yang took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the unbearability in his heart, "What about your brother?"

"He slept. Harish smiled faintly at the mention of his brother and nodded, "I know what I'm going to do tonight." ”

"Sacrificial sword. ”

As long as they forge peerless weapons and breach the cities of the North, Harrick will be in the best hands.

Harish didn't really care so much about the life and death of the rest of the tribe, the only people he cared about were his two-year-old brother Harrick and the old patriarch who had been helping them.

He hadn't seen his parents, the world had always been running like this in his mind, and his daily life seemed to repeat itself mechanically until he met Harrick.

Until, picking up Harrick in the dry Crescent Lake.

Suddenly, life began to take on a different color.

Harrick made him feel like he was truly alive.

He was reluctant to go back to his old life, poverty, helplessness, and daily misery. If only Harrick could go north and live a different life, he wouldn't have to worry about water or food. He was willing to sacrifice.

Harrick can't die.

I live because of him.

Ink Yang stared at Harish's big black and white eyes, flashing something different, he sighed softly, opened his mouth, and did not speak.

What can he say from such a standpoint?

"The sword-forging furnace has been built according to what is written in the black parchment. Patriarch Li spoke, he had been preparing for this day for fifty years, and he patted Harish on the shoulder excitedly, "Good boy. ”

Harish didn't speak, he just wanted to remember more, and remember more.

The memories of the past ten years have become less and less clear, and all that is imprinted in my mind is the memories of Harrick's arrival.

He was convinced that he would only be alive "really" after Harrick's arrival.

Ink Yang held the Solar Stone and stood in front of the burning sword-casting furnace, he looked at the jumping red flames, and another face suddenly appeared in front of him.

"What's your name?"

"Is the introductory essay ready?"

"Ling Xiao is a demon sword spirit. ”

"Who did you just see in the illusion?"

......

From the first time she saw the sword mound, to the cultivation of Miaomiao Peak, and then to the adventure in Kunshan City, her eyes were red and she said that she was a demon sword spirit, and she went to die calmly in Chuyang Mountain, with a smile, and the black fireworks that jumped between her eyebrows when she was demonized, were all imprinted in his mind.

"Master......" Ink Yang smiled bitterly and sighed, "I shouldn't let him die." ”

"Let's go. Ink Yang turned to look at Harish, who was standing aside, without sorrow or joy, he was only in his teens, and this kind of sword-forging process was cruel and not like the right way.

The matter has been notified to Elder Kunlun, and it has not yet reached the point where this sword is necessary.

Stripping the soul and forging the soul again, the sword made in this way is a peerless artifact, I'm afraid it will ......

It's also a magic sword.

Ink Yang's heart suddenly tightened, and the magic sword ......

"I'm not leaving. Harish stood still, "I'm ready." ”

This was an opportunity to change Harrick's fate, and he couldn't back down.

Ink Yang bent down slightly and rubbed Harish's frizzy head: "This is not a real world, and no one needs to be sacrificed. ”

Unexpectedly, Harish suddenly raised his eyes, looked at him seriously, and asked, "Then am I real?"

......

Ink Yang was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

Philosophical questions –

Who am I and where am I?

No one was able to answer. He denied the world in this secret realm, but he didn't know if Kyushu outside was a bigger secret realm?

He has seen a world that is completely different from Kyushu, and even knows people from that world, Hu Ling and Tu Qianqiu are the souls of another world.

Only those who are born to know and those who travel through know know that there are parallel worlds in time and space.

"Why are you asking this question?" Ink Yang suddenly frowned.

"In this world, only Harrick and those of you who came after me felt real. Harish replied truthfully, "You're not like us, are you?"

"I've seen the women in your team conjure water out of thin air. ”

"The patriarch also said, 'You are not like us. ”

......

"Where is Harrick now?" Ink Yang's eyelids jumped, and suddenly a clever man broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, he knew where the strange thing came from.

"He should be asleep at home. ”

"Let's go, let's go to your house. Ink Yang took Harish's hand and walked out of the Sword Forge Mansion.

"Why? Isn't it a sacrifice of the sword?"

“...... You don't need this sword, you can live the life you want. What's more, I'm afraid the sacrifice is not you!" Ink Yang was a little distressed by Harish's dead brain.

What does it mean that only "Harrick" and "they" are not the same?

He's so stupid to be played around by a one- or two-year-old kid!

Maybe it's more than a year or two old, I'm afraid it will be longer than the existence of this secret realm!

Ink Yang picked up Harish and hurried to Harish's house in an instant, only to see that the whole room was empty.

"Where's Harrick!" Harish's eyes widened, he had put his brother to sleep before going to the patriarch.

Ink Yang stood in place, suddenly felt a chill behind him, and only heard a crisp voice say-

"Who are you looking for?"

Behind him was a child no more than seven or eight years old.

Ink Yang slowly turned around and saw the child's appearance.

The height is no more than his waist, a white and round face, black and white eyes crooked and smiling, snow skin and red lips, like a porcelain doll. A cluster of flames jumped between his eyebrows, the same as Ling Xiao, but his color was dark gold.

......

It's the Sword Spirit!

"Brother!" Harish pounced, not knowing how Harrick had become like this, but he was sure that this was his brother.

Unexpectedly, the child's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were full of disgust.

"The lonely ghosts of the barbarian state dare to touch me?" saw him raise his hand lightly and push Harish aside.

Harish sat on the ground in a daze, a little unacceptable.

"Harrick, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm not called Harrick. The child didn't look at Harish again, he walked up to Ink Yang, his scarlet lips lightly opened, and said word by word, "I, call, strange, and reckless." ”

Ink Yang looked down at the child who could reach his waist, and he knew he shouldn't think so.

Although the momentum on the child's body is very intimidating, the expression is also in place.

But......

There is a point, a point, a point, funny.

Hearing the child's name Killua , Ink Yang already knew his origin.

The only soul of the monk who has not been tempered - Killua.

Disappeared in the long river of history, the sacrifice of the legendary Xuanyuan sword.

It's just that there is no record in the book, and after he disappeared, he became a sword spirit and was trapped in this place.