Yan Xinlan raised her head, it was dark at this time, but the bonfire was already blazing, and her face was red.

"Aren't you afraid?"

She looked at Wang Jingmeng and asked, "Someone that even your master can kill." ”

Wang Jingmeng said: "People will die, they will die if they are afraid, and they will die if they are not afraid." ”

Lin Boiling Wine came all the way, and there was always a breath of depression in his chest, and when he heard Wang Jingmeng's words, he felt that a breath of depression in his chest spurted out along with the wine, and he suddenly felt indescribably happy.

"Well said. ”

He laughed out loud and threw the wine bag to Wang Jingmeng: "Everyone will die, if you are afraid, you will die, if you are not afraid, you will die, but revenge must be avenged." ”

Wang Jingmeng took the wine bag, but his movements paused slightly, and then he didn't drink, but stood up with the wine bag.

"What?" Yan Xinlan and Lin Boiled Wine were both a little strange.

"He asked me to come to Qiyun Cave, I will at least see Qiyun Cave here clearly before leaving. ”

Lin Zhujiu's old saying is not wrong, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and manpower will eventually be exhausted, but when the thirty-two swords appeared in his mind again at this time, thinking about the many changes in the master of the thirty-two swords, thinking about each sword born of the thirty-two swords, he suddenly thought that each of these swords was smooth and perfect, and he did not feel that he was overwhelmed.

This means that the man was not trapped here.

Not being trapped and dying here means that Gu Liren wants him to see more than that, there should be more possibilities in this Qiyun Cave.

Yan Xinlan and Lin Boiled Wine each picked up a burning dead branch.

The light of the jumping fire resembles a shadowy little man dancing on a mottled stone pillar.

Looking at those moss-covered sword marks, both of them had a very special feeling in their hearts.

The sword marks under the moss exude the smell of mystery, and it seems that there is a strange world inside, but that world seems to be a little distant to the two of them, and it is impossible to touch with their talents.

......

Starlight spilled from the night sky, through the branches between the cliffs, and refracted into countless dim rays.

Wang Jingmeng's face was resolute as he walked through the dark stone forest, and for some reason, he seemed to easily sense a very ancient aura.

He was in a trance.

At first, he felt as if he was following the master of the thirty-two swords, and he seemed to be following in the footsteps of Gu Liren.

The owner of the thirty-two swords and Gu Liren seemed to be intertwined in different time and space, and in front of him, there seemed to be the figures of these two people walking through the mountains and forests, and he was just following behind him.

As the breath got closer, he finally understood why it was so clear, why it was so real.

It was a kind of mutual induction between true elements, the familiar taste of heaven and earth.

The thirty-two swords continued to hover in his mind, and the true yuan in his body continued to flow through the meridians along with the sword path of the thirty-two swords, drawing the required heaven and earth vitality and merging into his body, and then he came into contact with the residual aura of the thirty-two sword masters back then.

It's just that these sword marks have existed for at least hundreds of years, or even hundreds of years, why is this person's Yuan Qi power still so real?

He is no longer a young man in the mountains who knows nothing about cultivation, he already knows the mystery of cultivation, and even because of the countless sword marks, it is like talking to countless ancient masters, his understanding of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and the way of the sword has even made others unable to understand, but he does not understand, even if it is a high realm, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi cannot be permanently condensed into a physical object after all, since it is dissipating, since it is constantly dismantling, it will eventually be quickly wiped out, just like the pot of wine he is holding in his hand, if it is poured in a bowl and placed in the open air, it will not be long before the wine inside will be clean, and the wine will become turbid。

Following this ancient aura, he came to a cliff.

The cliff was covered in moss at the end of a canyon.

There is no road ahead.

Wang Jingmeng looked at this barrier-like green cliff, and he felt that the ancient aura was full of sadness.

He clearly sensed that this was the end of the thirty-two sword masters.

He easily saw several sword marks on this cliff, and these sword marks were finally not as perfect as before.

There is no killing intent, only helplessness and sadness.

He seemed to see that the master of the thirty-two swords had arrived here, and although he had defeated the strong enemy he was pursuing, he had reached the real end.

His mind wandered along the scars. There was an invisible vitality in the air, which was naturally drawn by the flow of his true yuan, and quietly injected into those sword marks.

Puff p

It's like an invisible person who has carved a mark on this cliff.

Sheets of moss peel off.

An even more majestic aura emanated from the cliff, and then all the moss on the cliff began to fall like snow melting.

The blue cliffs were revealed.

A cliff as smooth as a mirror.

Lin boiled wine and Yan Xinlan's breath paused slightly.

"Circle?"

Lin boiled wine said loudly.

This is not a doubt.

Yan Xinlan didn't answer, because it was obvious.

This mountain cliff is so smooth that it seems to have been slashed by a sword, and there are hundreds of sword marks forming a mysterious catalog, deep into the inside of the mountain cliff, and at this time, under the traction of Wang Jingmeng's vitality, in the center of the mountain cliff, there is a ghostly light emitting out.

It was a gray glow, like the eyes of a woke monster, reflecting the dim starlight.

Wang Jingmeng's eyes narrowed.

The first thing he noticed was the sword marks.

Except for the few obvious sword marks, the rest of the sword marks that were revealed later were all extremely subtle, and I am afraid that there was not even a single bamboo leaf in the sword marks, but these sword marks went deep into the cliff, and I don't know how many feet they entered.

Although these sword marks are complicated, in his eyes, they are still the many changes of the thirty-two swords.

He stood still, but in his consciousness he was drawing his sword.

There were more crackling noises in the mountain.

When he completed the thirty-two swords, when the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that he had drawn formed a unique cycle along these sword marks, these sword marks began to crack, and the hard mountain stones peeled off like decay, falling down like those moss.

The ghostly light became brighter, and when all the cracks converged there, as the mountain stone cracked, a gray jade talisman fell from it, like a dark moon ring, falling towards Wang Jingmeng.

The distant and ancient, incomparably powerful and desolate aura dissipated at this time, as if it had never existed at all.

Wang Jingmeng caught the gray jade talisman.

Yan Xinlan and Lin Zhujiu's eyes couldn't help but fall, and under the light of the stars, the smooth surface of the jade talisman looked like there were many silver silkworms swimming.