Yi Xiaobai's most excited person to appear in Jiadi is Li Gu. couldn't get used to seeing Yi Xiaobai, but he couldn't get rid of it, which made him almost collapse.

Now, seeing him carrying the sword mound talisman that Leng Yu gave him, he was even more devastated, unable to accept this fact.

Leng Qing also seemed to hear their conversation, and from the house, he flashed out and snatched the talisman from his hand again as quickly as possible.

Said coldly: "It's the sword mound's talisman!" Then he threw the talisman back to him and said, "What did he say when he gave you the talisman?"

After taking the talisman and putting it in, he replied: "He asked me to go to the sword mound to choose a sword, and I didn't say much about the rest." ”

Leng Qing was puzzled: "Then why don't you go?"

Yi Xiaobai replied rudely: "You don't know where your clan is, what kind of mound to return the sword......

Li Gu squinted his eyes and said disdainfully: "Ignorant rats." ”

Leng Qing was different from him, although his face was still cold, he still told Yi Xiaobai the method: "The talisman is the road to the sword mound, and you can go from here." ”

Yi Xiaobai realized that Leng You had handed over the entire sword mound to himself. Just like the bamboo card on the body, it is a storage space that can be accessed at any time.

Leng Qing: "But the sword mound is not a place where you can enter if you want to enter, and you can come out if you want to." Since he gave you the talisman, he can naturally let you in...... It's not that simple. Think it out for yourself, and if you want to get in, I can send you in. ”

Yi Xiaobai thought for a moment, spread out the talisman again, and said, "Enter!"

Leng Qing: "Okay!"

At the same time as the sound fell, the talisman slowly flew up from Yi Xiaobai's hand and hung in front of the three of them. Li Gu reluctantly bit off the index finger of his left hand, and a drop of essence blood flew on the talisman. Leng Qing pinched his hands: "Open!"

A large avenue appeared in front of Yi Xiaobai, very dim, but there was a kind of suction. He was involuntarily sucked in, and the talisman fell back into his hand after he entered.

He walked on the dim avenue, both sides were pitch black, only next to the avenue, there was a green light every other zhang, which was weird. If he didn't know that this place was called the Sword Shrine, he might have thought he had walked into a tomb.

After Yi Xiaobai entered the Sword Shrine, Li Gu still complained a little: "Second Senior Brother, what are you letting him into the Sword Shrine?"

Leng Qing said coldly: "Since my brother wants him to go in, even if I don't let him in now, he will go in sooner or later." What's more, how can the sword mound in Gutangzhuang stay on the person with a foreign surname all the time?" flicked his sleeves, and the person sat in the house.

Yi Xiaobai felt extremely cold in the sword mound, not physically cold, but cold from the bottom of his heart. He felt that the road was too far, and after walking for a long time, he did not reach the end.

In his imagination, the place of the sword mound should be a big pit with many spirit swords in it, and he was up to him to choose. But after walking for a long time, he didn't see a sword, and the green lights on this avenue became darker and darker.

As soon as he took out the spirit stone and wanted to illuminate some, he was swallowed by an unknown object. It was as if they saw something that was shining, and they were going to eat it.

He was instantly creepy, and felt like he was on a thief ship. Although he couldn't see what awaited him in front of him, the road in front of him was always clear, he quickened his pace, and he ran as he walked, and he felt like he was flying......

"Ahh

Yi Xiaobai really flew up and let out a frightened cry.

Suddenly he heard the sound of cast iron, and he was startled, and the man fell to the ground. Although there were no strange sounds and things happening in the sword mound, it always made him inexplicably nervous.

"Hey, hey, whoa—when—"

Carefully discerning it, I heard the voice of a man, and the voice of cast iron. Cautiously leaning forward, he saw a shirtless man with a gray scarf around his neck at the end of the avenue, concentrating on hammering a piece of iron again and again.

Yi Xiaobai didn't know what to ask: "Uncle, where is this?"

The man was like a deaf man, and like a blind man, he could not hear at all, nor did he see him. He was still striking iron, sometimes dipping some water on the iron, and sometimes discarding a piece of iron in his hand.

Yi Xiaobai thought that the place where the man was was an isolated space, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the hammer in the man's hand knocked over, almost flattening his hand.

"Weirdos!"

After staying for a long time, I didn't see the man say a word, and I didn't look at him, I really didn't want to look at him cast iron. I found another way and went further ahead.

It may be that meeting a living person has made him feel a little relaxed in his heart and no longer so nervous.

After walking for a long time, he saw someone casting iron at the end of the road, and he quickened his steps, and found that the man in front of him was exactly the same as the man just now, and he didn't even change his movements and expression.

Yi Xiaobai said angrily: "What are you doing? There are still ghosts hitting the wall in the sword mound? Master, I have been fighting with ghosts in my life?"

"No—"

But in the next breath, he went crazy, and he saw that he had become a hammer in the hands of a man, hammering himself. The man didn't notice it at all, but his expression became ugly. No matter who you are, when you see yourself hammering yourself, your expression will not look good.

Despite this, he didn't feel anything wrong with his body. No pain, no internal injuries, all excellent.

After looking at it for a long time, the man was still not satisfied with the sword in his hand, melted the iron into molten iron, and reappeared and began to cast iron. It's the real iron, not the two selves.

He left the place again and went on. At the end of the day, the man was always casting iron, but the difference was that he stayed longer and longer, and he himself didn't know why he stayed.

And so on and so forth, as if endless.

He couldn't see the sword mound, but this man had not changed his face from the cast iron. The only difference is that he really keeps casting iron, not a cycle of action. Whenever there is something he is not satisfied with, he discards and starts over.

Yi Xiaobai simply sat down and was too lazy to find a sword mound. In fact, the main thing is that he forgot to ask how he was going to get out.

Time flies, nothing has changed in the sword shrine, the man is still casting iron, and he has never reached the shape of the sword he wants.

Suddenly, Yi Xiaobai heard a sound from inside the sword mound again, a deafening roar, almost piercing his ear. He looked up at the man, but he was not affected in the slightest.

He said in a loud voice: "Hey, you didn't hear me...... What's the sound?"

The man was indifferent and was still casting iron.

It wasn't until the roaring sound died down that a smile appeared on the man's face, and he stopped turning iron into molten iron and re-casting. Instead, he jumped with his sword into the fire next to the cast iron.

Yi Xiaobai couldn't pull it even if he wanted to: "Hey-"

The flames were scattered, and the sword mound was completely silent, and there was no sound of cast iron. Just like when I came in just now, there was a green light.

He looked at the disappeared man and various cast iron objects in front of him suspiciously: "Illusion? or illusion?"

But everything on the casting platform he had touched before was so real that the man's hammer had almost flattened his hand. All of a sudden, they all disappeared, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy for a while.

comforted himself and said: "It should be a fantasy, how can someone ......" and then refuted by himself: "Master, I'm not a human, I'm going crazy, I have nothing to do, I want to come to find guilt and suffer ......"

He wants to turn back, he wants to go back, he should be able to get out. But the road he walked could only see ahead, and after he walked, the green light went out.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a dozen spirit stones from the bamboo plaque and threw them on both sides of the pitch black.

After throwing it out, he immediately let out a scream, and his steps were as fast as if someone was chasing him again: "Ah-Yi Xiaobai, are you !!sick?"

"Say, are you !!sick?"

He especially wanted to slap himself a few times at this time, and he wanted to chop it off when he owed it. Just now, he wanted to look at the light of the spirit stone and see the structure on both sides clearly, but he found himself on a bridge with an abyss on both sides. In a flash of light, he saw a behemoth, what he didn't see clearly, only some black and shiny hair.

This reminded him of the black spider in the Spirit Tiger Forest, which was vicious and disgusting at the same time.

After he ran for a hundred breaths, there was a lot of "hee-hee-......" laughter from the sword shrine. As if mocking him, but also as if courting him.

He stumbled forward, and when he saw the casting platform again, he felt some relief.

"Uncle, uncle...... Don't leave. ”

When he walked to the casting platform, he saw the man jumping into the fire with his sword.

"Crazy, this sword shrine is simply fatal!"

Yi Xiaobai ran forward desperately. In fact, the sword mound is not terrible, it is yourself who is terrible.

When he met the casting platform again, this time he seemed to be enchanted, and jumped into the fire with the man without hesitation. The fire burned his body, and his aura could not find a 'container' to contain, and he began to run desperately out. He could see with his own eyes that his body had turned into blood and water, and his aura had dissipated into the fire.

There was no pain, but the feeling of loss, was stronger than ever. He waved his arms desperately in the fire, trying to catch the aura that had slipped away.

"Mine, it's all mine!"

The more you want to keep it, the faster the aura will dissipate. It wasn't until he felt a piece of his heart deprived that he quieted down. The man next to him seemed to be used to it, standing in the sea of fire, with his eyes closed, and seeing a trace of pain, he was very comfortable. In less than a breath, the man disappeared into the fire.

And Yi Xiaobai began to suffer the pain of burning, starting from his feet and spreading to the top of his head. He could hear every inch of skin burning. The pain made him forget who he was and that he was still human. He just wanted to escape, to escape to a cold place, and not to have this burning sensation again.

He began to look in the sea of fire, his eyes were burned by the fire, he could only kneel on the ground with his eyes closed and grope, as long as it was not a hot object, he was willing to try. He touched a lot of cast iron, which was often hotter than his own hands.

Desperately looking for a cold object, he wished that an ice rain would fall on him.

"No, it's not...... Not this ...... It's not this ......."