Baizhang is pale and yellow, thousands of zhang is vermilion, but it is ink black, the Taoist Sect's Moon Washing Sword Tomb does not know how many human emperors and generals, the mortal dust iron sword of the grandmaster ranger has been buried, and the sword cultivation sword of the first generation is the same as the Shenzhou sword, and the glory is in the world, and the generation is silent. Maybe there is no room for a sword in the world, but the sword mound is boundless, no matter who or what the sword, lonely here, it can be regarded as a fallen leaf to return to the roots.

The forging of the sword is not the same, after all, it is mixed with hardware, the sword mound is hundreds of millions of dry swords, giving birth to infinite gold and iron gas, turning into the fierce gold gang gas, melting into scorching gold Wu Qi, even if it is bright and incomparable in Shenzhou, no one does not pour, thousands of years in the sword mound, one day fade into the true color of gold and iron.

The sword, the king of a hundred soldiers, the soldier, the ominous, the king to kill the throne.

The last few pieces of spiritual jade in Xiao Ningsu's purse smashed on the light blue Qingfeng, overflowing a few bursts of pure aura, scattered in Qingfeng, and before a few converged into a condensed aura, all of which were accepted by Qingfeng. And Xiao Ningsu was already lacking in true aura, and now she smashed the spiritual jade to the light blue Qingfeng, and within ten breaths, the true aura was exhausted, and she was about to be corrupted by Jin Gang.

The light blue Qingfeng was held in Xiao Ningsu's hand, and the light blue light on the scabbard gradually diffused, enveloping Xiao Ningsu's whole body within a few breaths, and after ten breaths, Xiao Ningsu's skin was still slightly crystalline, obviously, her true aura was still running on Sunday. A layer of water curtain clear light separated the Lie Jin Gang and protected Xiao Ningsu.

The Tomb Spirit Mist Shadow was already hovering around Xiao Ningsu's body, waiting for this arrogant and stubborn Dao Sect disciple to turn into blood and water together with the senior disciples, which Cheng thought that there was a light blue Qingfeng to protect her, and suddenly the fog shadow flashed and landed in front of Xiao Ningsu.

"Liuli, you are so bold!" Tsukasa Ling really knew the light blue Qingfeng that was protecting Xiao Ningsu, and shouted angrily.

A cloud of smoke slowly grew from the light blue Qingfeng, condensed into a void figure, and the heroic female voice replied: "What do I have to do with you!"

The mound spirit wrapped Xiao Ningsu in a daze, and was immediately broken by the glass sword, melting the fog and shadow cleanly, and within a moment, a withered sword shattered abruptly, and the mound spirit appeared again.

"Isn't the truth able to take care of you!" Tsukasa Spirit roared, the Tsukasa Spirit who was born in the Sword Shrine was already faintly in control of the Sword Shrine Withered Sword, and when he shouted angrily, countless Dry Swords trembled together.

However, the glass sword was fearless, and the clear light of the water curtain was still caged on Xiao Ningsu, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and the illusory figure spoke: "Hundreds of years have passed, Dongri, if you really can help me, do you still have to talk nonsense?" Ben Ling put down his words, this Taoist female cultivator, I must send it back!"

The mound spirit called "Dongri" suddenly sighed, and the rusty male voice turned around, becoming a warm male voice, and those who didn't know it thought that this was a young man.

"Liuli, aren't you enough to compete with me for five hundred years! This girl is put back, the Taoist sect sends a monk down, and the first one to refine me, how many benefits can you get? Give birth to the next ruthless and shareless mound spirit, this is what you are willing to see!"

The illusory figure outside the glass sword gradually condensed, lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Ningsu, who was stained with no makeup and blood, his face was quiet and serene, and he sighed silently, and said: "What kind of love do you want to call! The relationship between you and me was broken off as early as five hundred years! I am a disciple of the Taoist Sect with a sword, and it is fate to be silent in the sword mound, as for you! What qualifications do you have to be the spirit of my Dao Sect Sword Shrine!"

Dongri didn't refute either, turning into a fog shadow arm as if he was going to caress Xiao Ningsu's cheeks in the air, knowing that he was going to be scattered by the glass sword, he still "crackled" with a crisp sound, and the dry sword shattered the mound and came out.

"Liuli, you are now very high, why didn't the previous sixty-seven Dao Sect disciples see you keep it? Just want to keep this little girl? It's just a natural sword fetus, the earlier innate sword spirit Taibai Life Star is still the soul flying and annihilated, the Dao Sect Xingshi moved the crowd and shattered the Qianzhang Jin Gang, I am still not unharmed?"

Liuli sneered when he heard this, although it was a spiritual shadow on the sword, a green blade that was identical to the body appeared on his waist, and it was vivid and vivid. The blue sheath of the green handle, a huge pearl is inlaid in the lattice.

"As a disciple of the Dao Sect and not knowing it, what does it matter if she is willing to enter the Demon Dao and clean up the door wall for the Dao Sect?

Tsukasa Ling Dongri laughed loudly, entrenched outside the glass sword, without any anger and ruin, and said: "When the master was alive, he couldn't say anything about your master, and I couldn't say anything about you, but." ”

The fog shadow rolled, Jin Gang rippled, and the rusty male voice of the mound spirit came from all directions: "Liuli, can you protect her for a while, can you protect her for a lifetime?" Even if there is a Taoist monk who comes down to the sword mound, and I control the sword mound, this girl will not be discovered by the Taoist monk, what, Liuli, do you want to protect her until she is old? I'm afraid that after ten days and a half months, this female baby can't stand the sword mound Jin Gang, but asks me to possess it. ”

The glass is indifferent, and the water curtain is clear and bright.

"If so, I'll kill her first!"

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Inside the Moon Washing Temple.

Qiyue Zhenren meditated in front of the array plate in the hall for three days, saying that he was meditating, but in fact, he was waiting for the sword qi wine in the spirit gourd to be brewed. And the disciples of the moon washing on the white jade pier outside the hall also meditated together for three days, the sword mound scattered withered sword qi, gold and iron qi is only one of them, and it is necessary to expel the dead and silent qi, not to mention that every half day, the operation of the formation will emit a little dry sword qi, and there is still a chance to open the sword mound for the last time.

Lu Guanbai, Yue Ling and others all refined the dry sword qi on the white jade pier, and Xu Fengyi, who took care of the almonds, put the almonds back into the guest house for the time being.

Two and a half days have passed, and the moon washing hall still has not walked out of the peerless woman, the moon washing disciples sincerely admire, although they have not entered the sword mound, but they have heard the teaching and the senior brothers talk about the sword mound, they all say that it is a dead and silent place that endures the pain of skin and bone scraping, and the place where they settle is full of sword weapons. Ordinary people can't bear it anymore if they stay for a day, and Xiao Ningsu has been in the sword mound for three days in a row, and this kind of qualification is enough to convince the disciples of the moon washing.

Half a day's kung fu passed quickly, and the sword mound formation in the hall did not need to be urged by the real person of Qiyue, and it operated on its own, and a vast withered sword qi gushed out from the forbidden gap.

I thought that the senior brother really had some eyesight, and finally picked a little girl who she barely looked at, and she had to stay in the sword mound for three days, so I don't know if there was a chance to bring out any senior sword fairy swords, such as Trojan Horse Cow and other divine weapons.

Qiyue Zhenren waved his hand and swept the withered sword qi out of the hall, drank the gourd sword qi wine, and still saw no trace of Xiao Ningsu, Qiyue Zhenren frowned. Could it be that this Xiao Ningsu is so forgetful of his cultivation? This time, after two moments, the moon washing formation will be closed, and the spirit can only be opened for a hundred days, with Xiao Ningsu's rotational cultivation, she will be impressed for three days, and after a hundred days, won't the ashes be invisible?

Qiyue Zhenren casually put the gourd into the Sumeru mustard seeds, and immediately walked into the sword mound.

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As soon as there was a change in the sword mound, Dongri, who was the spirit of the mound, was the first to know, and the real person of Qiyue naturally couldn't hide it from the sword mound, and Dongri said loudly: "Shen Xianyu, is it the turn of this kid to sit in the moon peak, ha, her brother Gui Zhenjun didn't think of me back then, and this girl is even more delusional." ”

Being in the sword mound for five hundred years, Liuli has already had a trace of resonance with the sword mound, although it is far less clear than the general Dongri, but without the reminder of the mound spirit, Liuli can also sense the arrival of the real person in Qiyue.

Liuli looked at Xiao Ningsu under the clear light of the water curtain, this little Taoist female cultivator is not only like Xiaoyue's girl, but also has the heroism of the master.

Thinking of everything a hundred years ago, Liuli, who was condensed into a human figure, held the glass sword at her waist, as if it was a long time ago, her master held herself and Shenzhou.

Only he didn't hold a single person.

Qiyue Zhenren's black dress moved, a little cold appeared, and his divine consciousness spread all over the pillar within a thousand feet, and went deep into the black soil under the sword mound, but he couldn't find out where Xiao Ningsu was, and his heart sank for no reason, in recent years, the sword mound Jin Tieqi and Jin Gang qi have been unpredictable, and many Taoist sword cultivators who have entered the sword mound have suffered, could it be that Xiao Ningsu is also unlucky and was devoured by Jin Gang?

Qiyue Zhenren refused to believe that a woman like Xiao Ningsu would fall so quietly, this little girl can die, she can fall, but she must also die vigorously, she can only die after the sword picks the Shenzhou Xianmen, how can she die so unashamedly!

Digging three feet into the ground, Qiyue Zhenren was angry, turning the sword mound upside down, withered swords all over the sky, still not seeing Xiao Ningsu, stepping on thousands of feet outside the golden gang, Qiyue Zhenren saw a little blue glass sword in hundreds of millions of gray and white at the same time, she was a little silent, and vaguely guessed that Xiao Ningsu may have been led by the glass sword, and stepped into the golden gang without knowing whether she was alive or dead, and turned into blood and water in a moment.

Seeing that Qiyue Zhenren was standing outside Qianzhang Jin Gang, and her eyes were facing each other and turning to leave, Liuli knew that it must be the Tomb Ling Dongri who covered Xiao Ningsu's figure, if Qiyue Zhenren really left the sword shrine, the formation turned, the sword shrine was closed, and the next time someone came would be a hundred days later. But Liuli's natal sword yuan has long been gone, how can it carry it for a hundred days?

Liuli couldn't help but think of a long, long time ago, when even her sword spirit was like a world away.

Ten thousand years of Taihua, ten thousand years of Taoism, generations of heroes, sword cultivation and Taoist cultivation stand side by side several times, Taibai Yingfu two peaks stand proudly in Tianyi, all of them are men wearing swords, even if there are women who are excited for a while, it is also unbearable to be lonely in the way of swords, and finally transferred to Taoist cultivation.

Five hundred years ago, Qiyue Zhenren was still just a yellow-haired girl, and Liuli was only ignorant and just opened her spiritual sense, remembering that Shen Jing, a hairy child, liked to grab the master's wine the most, and if she couldn't grab it, she called her brother, the master has always been a heroine among women, but it made Shen Ning's faceless man ashamed and walked away again and again.

The white horse passed through the gap, and Liuli accompanied the heroic woman who covered the sky, she won countless swords for her master, won the prestige for her master, and met Dongri, who was also a sword spirit at that time.

The sword has a spirit, and Liuli looks at the Dongri, which is close at hand but extremely unfamiliar.

The light blue Qingfeng gradually faded, the clear light of the water curtain dyed into a pool of royal blue, and the glass held up this little girl who was very similar to the master, and the natal sword yuan disappeared quickly. , the glass is also gradually illusory.

Don't be like the master, this is related to this situation, and you can wear a sword alone. Ruri said.