He walked along the blue line one by one to an altar, in front of which stood a rusty sword, and a stone tablet, on which the wind and rain had eroded, and a crack split the stone tablet, but the bottom was still connected, and a few pieces of rubble fell off, and fallen leaves flew all over the ground, and the breath of decaying years spread throughout the altar.

Qian Gu approached the iron sword standing on the ground, the edge of his body had been worn out, with a dullness, and there was still a trace of blood on this sword that had not been worn off.

In the traces of the stone tablet's destruction, the distorted ancient text was vaguely seen, Qian Gu stretched out his right hand and gently brushed away the traces on the stone tablet, and still all the words on the stone tablet disappeared, so it was like the stone tablet by the lake just now. Why did I brush away the dust but disappeared the ancient text, which made Qiangu confused.

"Maybe my blood can be tried!" Qian Gu bit his fingertips again and smeared it on the stone tablet, and sure enough, a distorted ancient text appeared on the blood-coated part of the stone tablet.

Qiangu directly squeezed out the blood and smeared it on his hand, printed it on the stone tablet, and an ancient text faintly appeared. "There is not enough blood!" Qian Gu bit the tip of his tongue and spit out blood on the stone tablet, and the blood flowed down the stone tablet, and the distorted ancient text carried a murderous aura.

Seeing the words on this stone tablet clearly, it is not a language that the entire Kyushu is familiar with, nor does it look like the language of the Wu clan, "These words are so familiar!" Qian Gu couldn't help but finger himself, constantly gesturing on the ground.

Qiangu wrote extremely unfamiliar for the first time, without the slightest feeling, and when she wrote it for the second time, she was still extremely rusty, as strange as a newborn child who saw the world for the first time. The third time, the stone slabs on the ground were cut out of small cracks, and Qiangu didn't notice it. The fourth time, the font written by Qiangu was distorted and began to crack the slate. Until the ninth time, Qiangu's hand just touched the stone slab, and a horizontal force of killing aura emanated from the inside out, directly cracking the altar, and after an ancient text was written, the ground next to it began to crack, and the iron sword in front of him made a buzzing roar.

The hands that were about to write the second word began to stop, and he fell into deep thought, and the iron sword in front of him began to tremble rapidly, sending out waves of fluctuations.

"This ancient text carries a sense of Weiya and a murderous atmosphere, which should be written by a strong man. ”

"But why did he write these words?"

Suddenly, Qiangu, who was in deep thought, opened his eyes, took a step, and wrote a distorted ancient text on the tree next to him, and when the ancient text was formed, the tree began to wither, turned into a pile of dry wood, and lost any vitality.

"Is it a Taoist text?" "This technique is also my chance, although I have not practiced, but I have this ancient text to save my life." ”

Qiangu turned to look at the iron sword, which made a buzzing sound and rippled towards Qiangu. "This sword is not a mortal weapon?" Qian Gu stepped forward and held the hilt of the sword, and directly pulled out this iron sword, the blood in Qian Gu's hand had not dried up, stained on this iron sword, and the iron sword emitted a bloodthirsty aura.

"Good sword!" Although this sword is mortal iron, it is quite agile and has a killing aura, "I will call you the sword of mortal killing." ”

Qiangu held and waved, taking advantage of the starry sky with the natural charm to play with the sword, until Qiangu forgot the danger lurking in the night and ended with a smile. He sat on the altar full of cracks, took off his armor, revealing his upper body, the sweat-drenched iron sword was extremely close to Qiangu, Qiangu held this sword, the pores of his body seemed to be infinitely enlarged, and the sense of security of sleep swept over his body, and his day's escape made him extremely tired, and he gradually fell asleep on the altar.

When the deep sleep began again, he still held the iron sword in his hand and fell into a dream. In the haze, the drums of war sounded, he was dressed in armor, sitting on a stone tower, he looked down on the earth, with the momentum of a superior person, this time there was no blue light in the sky, there was no coercion, this was a battlefield for mortals, his stone tower was pushed by thousands of people, moving forward, the screams that shook the sky opposite, they all let out the strongest roar. For the provocation of the strong on the stone tower, they are the overlords of this land.

Qiangu in the dream pulled out the iron sword next to the seat, and pointed at the opposite side with a murderous aura and a fierce sword light. He opened his mouth to say a silent word, and all the warriors rushed out of the camp with a roar, and the hoarse voice reflected the majesty of the old man breaking through the heavens and the earth.

The sky floated with his pious words, writing those words on the ground, with sadness, sorrow for the death and destruction of countless living beings; with piety, I can believe in the destiny of heaven and earth in all words; with arrogance, I can choose one of the mad heaven and earth, and I can fight the sky with the earth.

I can prove that the heaven and the earth are where the sun and the moon are!! If I can't live in the sky, why can't I be destroyed!!