A few days later, in front of an iron shop in the Taiping Sword Palace.

Lu Laohan handed out the freshly formed scabbard, although his eyes were extremely proud, he shook his head and laughed at himself: "The scabbard has only reached the level of the best of the earth level, and I hope Jiang Xiaoyou will not blame the old man for his poor craftsmanship." ”

Jiang Huai slowly took the scabbard with both hands, stroked the pitch-black sheath back and forth with his two fingers, and muttered, "It's mine?"

The iron man smiled, took a sip of wine, and burped, "Actually, this scabbard is still the last touch, and you need to drip into it with the blood of your heart, and the advantage is that it has been related to you since then." Not only is it easier to use, but if it is taken away by others, it is just a good piece of scrap metal.

The young man stretched out a hand and pressed it to his chest, Lu Laohan hurriedly stopped it, and asked with a smile, "You don't plan to take a name first?"

Jiang Huai withdrew his hand and asked, "Whatever?"

The old man nodded, "Whatever." ”

A breeze blew, and there was a bright moon in the boyish mansion ready to move.

He slowly pressed a finger to his chest, and immediately after that, a drop of blood dangled from his fingertips.

Lu Laohan was surprised: "You have already thought about it, it is true to say it like that, but you don't want to make a vulgar name, like the first in the world, the only one in the world, and very tacky." ”

The boy ignored it, and lightly pressed a finger on the pitch-black scabbard, and the bright red blood bead flowed down the stream.

On the scabbard, a series of vertical and horizontal lines that seemed to be chaotic but hidden appeared on the scabbard.

There was a roar, and the sheath was like a river embankment collapse, and the spiritual energy circled and stirred within a few zhang, and kept swallowing the qi into it and then slowly hid and hidden.

When Jiang Huai picked up the scabbard again, there was a sense of cordiality that was speechless.

"What's your name?"

"The world. ”

Lu Laohan squeezed out a little smile very impatiently, "What kind of ghost name is this?" ”

But after thinking about it, he sighed, "Whatever, you can just shout and say it." ”

The young man tied the scabbard behind his back, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Thank you for the grace of Senior Lu for increasing the sheath." ”

The old man was stunned, smiled heartily, and waved his hand, "It's just a gesture, thank you." ”

He turned to squint and smile, and shook his head, "Jiang Huai, do you know where the best wine in the world is?"

The young man whispered, "Is it made by Senior Lu?"

The old man suddenly had a look of disgust on his face, and snorted coldly: "What kind of thing is he brewing, and it deserves to be delicious?"

But he noticed a protruding ripple somewhere, and hurriedly changed his words: "Old Lu brewed a good thing, but it can only be the second in the world."

When someone's sight disappeared, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to the young man: "The first brew in this world is the daughter of the West Rou Kingdom, and I heard that the wine tastes like rubbing the waist and limbs, and it is refreshing to die." ”

Jiang Huai nodded thoughtfully, "If I have the opportunity to meet it in the future, I will definitely send it to the old-timers." ”

"How many altars?"

The old man held back a smile and said in his heart: "If you can bring an altar, then men are forbidden to enter the country of Xirou." ”

He didn't tell the truth, nodded and said, "That's okay, don't regret it." ”

The young man nodded very seriously, "Naturally not." ”

He thought in his heart that if a jar of wine could repay the grace of the scabbard, a fool would not do it.

Jiang Huai looked around, didn't see a single figure, and asked, "Do you know where Wanshan River is?"

The iron man pursed his lips and sneered: "That guy woke up one night to find that he was bald, and he was still shaved by his own sword, and he was hiding from crying nose." ”

The boy suddenly touched the top of his head, a little embarrassed, and felt that it was not very good-looking.

Lu Laohan turned around and sat on the rocking chair, waved his hand, and said: "Today's limelight is just right, and it happens to be the ferry boat's trip once every seven days, go back quickly, don't delay it for another seven days." ”

Jiang Huai bent down again to thank him.

But the old man had already closed his eyes leisurely and wandered thousands of miles away.

On a path in front of the Sword Palace, the young man who was usually red-robed and now still red-robed was leaning against a tree.

It's just that the difference on weekdays is that he wears a hat, and the hat is visible and smooth.

When he noticed that someone was coming, Wan Shanhe, who was a little impatient, raised his eyebrows, threw out another hat in his hand, got up and said, "It's okay lately, I'll accompany you to the academy, and you can cover all the accommodation and meals, okay?"

Seeing that the man didn't have any excitement and didn't have any nodding, Wan Shanhe said a little impatiently: "You are too picky and searching, just rubbing you a few meals, not robbing your little daughter-in-law, look at what your face has wrinkled." ”

But the young man who put on the hat still didn't say a word.

The red-robed young man's face suddenly looked a little unpleasant, and he kept wondering in his heart whether it was because of the fire?

Just wanted to speak, but the young man in white said first: "Do you still want to have a competition with Gu Baichuan?"

Wan Shanhe was stunned and immediately fell silent.

He leaned against the tree, squinted slightly, sighed after a moment, and muttered, "Some things are a pimple in the bottom of my heart after all, besides..."

Wan Shanhe pressed the hat, covering a rare sadness, "Besides, I have to be the only one in the world." ”

Jiang Huai didn't ask again, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and bowed towards the majestic sword mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a vague figure stood to crossed his knees, and said with a slight smile: "The sun and the moon are hidden in the world, and the sun and the moon shine on the world, which is really compatible, but how can your foot strength catch up with the ferry, it is better to let me give you a ride." ”

The man waved his hand slightly, and the sword palace brought a warm breeze in front of it, circling and circling, stretching away.

Above the warm wind, the two teenagers stood side by side, and at the same time pressed their hands against the swaying shroud above their heads.

For a while, the wind was stronger, and the two heads became their own light.

The man in the cotton robe, who deliberately acted like this, withdrew his gaze and laughed, laughing so hard that he kept leaning forward and backward.

After he eased his emotions a little, he looked at the emptiness under the mountain, his eyes showed a trace of melancholy, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The people of heaven have imprisoned this place, and good and evil are unknown. But in the abyss under my feet, black smoke billowed and was terrifying, and even I found it extremely difficult to deal with eighteen. If one day the earth breaks through and comes out, will not all living beings be destroyed and all things annihilated? ”

The man looked up, looked at the world, and inspected the north of the Xingshen Kingdom from the south of Chongyang Kingdom, a distance of tens of millions of miles.

Thousands of mountains and rivers are on the line.

The man sat down cross-legged and muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Thirty years, the danger is at stake!"

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Under this sword mountain, which was high above the clouds, a looming light curtain completely isolated the underneath, and the light curtain was covered with dense golden runes, all of which were words of suppression.

And behind that curtain of light, tens of millions of vague figures swam and wandered in the void.

After striking the barrier countless times and turning to ashes, one can only look at it, longing for the place of spring above his head.

There is no dazzling sun and moon, no mountains and rivers, only the boundless nothingness and the fire of magma that touches the ashes.

Under the magma, it is opened by everything, and then it becomes a small world.

There was a fierce wind, like a sharp knife tilting down, constantly brushing and washing this nameless place.

There is a small world under the wind.

It was cold everywhere, the wind was howling, and in it, the bones seemed to freeze into ice.

Under the cold, the rain was pouring down, and green raindrops kept pouring on the dark earth.

The figures here are gradually scarce, but everyone is deep white bones, empty eyes, and the flesh and blood on their bodies are completely swallowed up by the acid rain.

Open your mouth without a tongue, as if you are screaming, and as if whispering.

This scene goes down in turn, and there are as many as 18 floors.

In the last layer of the world, there is neither an icy wind nor a magma sharp knife, only a black river that creeps for thousands of miles.

At the end of the long river hung a man in the middle, his hands and legs wrapped in chains, tightly tightened.

In the dark water, eight stone tablets were erected in a circle, lined up in turn, surrounding the man, and on them were words that no one in the world could understand.

There are a few small words on the back of this man who has not known that he has been suppressed for countless years.

At a certain point in time, he raised his head and looked upward, but with such an inconspicuous movement, a huge wave was set off in the dark river, which shook the heavens and the earth, and kept slapping back and forth on the man.

The eight stone tablets turned into mountains and rolled down, pressing heavily on the man's back, and only after tens of thousands of times did they die down.

But after a moment of calm, there was a wild laugh, but the man's face was gloomy, without a mouth, nose or eyes, and it was impossible to know where the voice came from.

If a person with great powers goes deep into this dark lake, he can see a huge head like a mountain, hanging quietly at the bottom of the lake, and there are whirlpools on its face, and it is impossible to see the face.

But what was staggering was that on top of the huge head, there was an equally huge glass sword that crossed it.

The huge head once spit out four indistinct words under the suppression of the glazed long sword, swinging in the lake and resounding in all directions.

"I'm the Nine Shadows!"

Compared to the tragic experience of the bottom eighteen, in the first layer of magma, the man soaked in the fire should be more comfortable.

His fiery red hair, which was infected by fire and water, fluttered in the wind, like bathing in a hot spring, swimming back and forth, without any impatience, and very happy.

The tens of millions of floating figures were burned to ashes within a few feet of him.

He kept flapping his feet in the water, and when he swam, he put one hand in front of his eyes and curled it into a bucket, looking at the golden net that rose and fell above his head, and then he clenched his fist and gently swung it upward, muttering to himself: "Yang Chun Mingyue, what is it like, is it as scorching as this fire, or..." ”

He sneered and stopped talking, and after a moment withdrew his gaze at the figures who had bravely swooped into the net and turned into ashes, and took a breath and sank into the magma.