Originally, Jiang Xiaoman thought that the 'Ice Hell' in Luo Xuanji's mouth was the cold area that he had just walked through.

But I don't want to, it's just a 'door' to hell.

In front of the young man, Luo Xuanji stood with her hands in her hands.

At this moment, there is an indescribable smell of dust on her.

It's like the fairy who left the world to be independent for nine days.

"Little Man'er, are you ready?"

She turned and quietly looked at the boy in front of her, who was much taller than her.

The voice was soft, but it smelled of slaughter.

Jiang Xiaoman naturally knew what he was going to face next, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

"Aunt Luo, since I came here, there is no reason to enter Baoshan and return empty-handed. ”

He laughed, but with a serious face.

Just like the little girl said, Jiang Xiaoman is the best-looking when he smiles.

In this underground world, there is obviously no sunlight.

But when Jiang Xiaoman laughed, Luo Xuanji suddenly had the illusion that there was a warm sun hitting the young man's face.

As long as the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, it seems that he will always be shrouded in the sun.

In short, Jiang Xiaoman, who laughed, would never stand in the shadows.

He was standing in the sunlight, and in front of him was the 'Gate of Hell' that was about to open to the Nine Nether Worlds.

But he did not have the slightest fear, and let the biting cold wind blow on his face, blowing his robe and making a hunting sound.

On the contrary, there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes that were as clear as stars.

Luo Xuanji couldn't help but shake her head, she didn't know how to describe this trait in the young man.

It's stupidity, it's naivety, or something.

She nodded, didn't say anything more, and gently grabbed her palm from the void, only to see a silver glow emerge from the void, and then she held it in her hand.

The silver mangs are very bright, so that the young man behind him can't help but flicker, only to feel a flower in front of him.

When the dazzling silver light dissipated, Jiang Xiaoman finally saw clearly what Aunt Luo was holding in her hand.

It was a scabbard, or an empty scabbard with no blade to be exact.

When the silver glow fades, it reveals its dark red lacquer body.

There are dark gold carvings, some simple and some old, stained with a little taste of time.

With a slight wave, he saw a wisp of sword light emerge from the scabbard and disappear into the distance.

Subsequently, a long time passed.

I heard a loud bang, like thunder on the ground.

In front of them, the earth rolled and cracked, and the ravines stretched for miles.

Luo Xuanji nodded with satisfaction, handed the scabbard to the young man, and chuckled: "This is the scabbard of the legendary ancient sword, although it is only a scabbard, you have to put it away carefully." Wait for the ice hell, it can save your life. ”

"Thank you, Aunt Luo!"

Jiang Xiaoman nodded again and again, his eyes almost narrowing together.

He stretched out his hands to take the scabbard, only to feel that his hands fluttered as if they were nothing.

The scabbard was held in his hand, but it was not even a tael in weight.

But it's just such a seemingly ordinary scabbard.

The sword on it is already comparable to the divine sword Chixiao that has turned into a 'Chijiao' Lord, and it does not lose a cent.

Thinking about it this way, under such a scabbard, what kind of peerless style should the ancient sword that was once hidden in the scabbard be.

No wonder Aunt Luo would say that if she was born, she would definitely shake the entire Kyushu.

And what kind of peerless demeanor should its former owner be.

Jiang Xiaoman thought about it, but he didn't think that there would be any sword in this world, and even Xuanyuan, who ranked first on the 'Kyushu Famous Sword List', could be compared.

Unless, the ancient sword that is under this 'Ice Hell' does not belong to this realm.

A bold thought came to his mind, but he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.

I had never heard of a Supreme Supreme Ascending with a sword, but I had never heard of an immortal who came down to the mortal world with a sword.

Luo Xuanji looked at the young man and smiled, and said softly, "Okay, we can't delay any longer." Otherwise, there really won't be enough time. ”

As she spoke, she lightly tapped the ground with her toes, and she saw that the frozen soil in front of her, which was originally a flat river, slowly rose a bronze giant door.

On the bronze door, which is 100 zhang high, there are two dragons that spit pearls.

The dragon's head and dragon claws, the dragon's body and dragon's tail, lifelike like a living thing.

In the land of Kyushu, the dragon means auspiciousness and beauty, and it makes people feel very peaceful.

But under the two dragons, what was carved were two red-armored fierce mastiffs roaring in the sky.

Mastiffs are fierce, especially the red-armored mastiffs.

The two mastiffs erupted from their mouths and soared into the sky.

It's as if you want to incinerate the two dragons above the nine heavens.

Under the mastiff's feet, what he stepped on was a mountain of white bones and corpses.

An ancient picture scroll, on top of which is auspicious, and below is fierce.

The strong contrast will inevitably make the heart of the seeer palpitate.

At the top of the bronze door, the book has four characters.

Ice Hell!

Ancient and mottled, radiating bursts of scarlet blood.

Jiang Xiaoman's expression moved, and he fell his gaze on the two dragon eyes in the bronze gate, and his heart sank slightly.

In the eyes of the four huge dragons, faintly, there were two shallow tear stains, which were as red as blood.

The dragon weeps blood, it is for the great murderer.

The bronze door opened open, revealing a dark walkway.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the face of the scrape hurts.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Xiaoman stepped into it.

Until the young man's back completely disappeared into the dim corridor.

The bronze door was like an old man who had lived too many vicissitudes of life, and let out a leisurely sigh.

Slowly closed again, sinking into the ground.

The woman who deserved to be a peerless woman turned her head sideways to look at the place where the young man disappeared, and couldn't help muttering: "It's good to be young......"

She suddenly remembered that it was here that year, and she watched the man walk through the bronze gate.

At that time, he was just an ignorant boy who had just entered the rivers and lakes like Xiao Man'er now.

At that time, she was just a demon who had just faded away from her demon body and turned into a little demon who traveled carefully in Kyushu in human form.

Later, the man came out with a sword.

The temperament has changed greatly, just like the Nine Shades Shura.

But when Wei looked at her, his eyes were still soft, like stars and moons.

She couldn't help but indulge in it and didn't want to wake up.

Later, the man said that he wanted to return to the clan, took off his white clothes and put on iron armor, and became the most dazzling Tianjiao in that world.

She was by his side and accompanied him to conquer the world.

He killed the god-king as a prince and returned from his death.

She kept by his side day and night until she was carefree.

He split Cangyue with an iron spear, just because the former owner of Cangyue Mountain said that she was a fox and a shameless lowly fox demon.

But in this world, what I am most afraid of is rumors, like bone poison.

For a time, everyone in the five domains of Kyushu knew that she was a fox demon from that Qingqiu.

She secretly fled back to her clan, just because she didn't want any more people in the world to say that she was the scourge and lost his soul.

He rode 30,000 iron horses from Vermilion Bird City in the Southern Regions to Qingqiu, west of the Western Desert, and no one in the world dared to say that she was a demon with a shot in his hand without regret.

That year, the man in iron armor led his horse into the Western Desert and then into Qingqiu.

The world only knows that the invincible five generations of Zhenbian soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty later died in a foreign land, and there was no way back.

But I didn't know that in the same year, there was also a 'Kyushu Rouge List', and the peerless woman who ranked first in that life has been drawn as a prison since then, and there is no trace of her.

There are eight sufferings in the world, and the most bitter ones are unattainable.

There are eight views on the bank of the Lechuan River, among which the ten-mile peach forest is the most.

It's just because he said on the day he left that he wanted to drink another glass of peach blossom brewed by her.

The woman who painted the ground as a prison planted a peach tree every year and watered it with the water of the Lechuan River and the blood of her heart.

So far, there are 389 peach trees.

Guarding the ten-mile peach forest and the scabbard alone, just to wait for him to come back.

"Jiang Ponu ......"

Luo Xuanji squatted down to hug herself tightly and muttered in a low voice.

The person she was waiting for was Jiang Ponu.

He holds an iron spear in his hand and wears an ancient sword at his waist.

That gun once dictated Cangyue Mountain for her.

That sword once killed the god king for her white clothes.

The world only knows that the first generation of soldiers in the Great Xia border land has a peerless demeanor, unparalleled guns and swords, and can kill the god king with a prince.

But I don't know that the five generations of soldiers who are also unparalleled in the world can also do it.

Under the peach tree, there is a jar of peach blossom wine

But she was rarely drunk.

Sen Han's scabbard and the fragrance of warm wine can't make her drunk, only make her hurt.

And the pain often needs to be soothed by drunkenness.

......

Jiang Xiaoman walked into the corridor, and there was a gloom in front of him, a gloom that could not be seen along the stone steps that spiraled down layer by layer.

His fingers and joints trembled.

At the moment, Jiang Xiaoman has only just walked down the first ladder, and has not gone deeper.

But the cold air in the air had already made the blood in his whole body seem to freeze.

But the corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned, and he raised his feet and went down, layer after layer.

Jiang Xiaoman's movements were very light, but every step was very steady, and he couldn't see a trace of hesitation.

Even at this moment, the terrifying shiver had penetrated deep into his bone marrow, scurrying along his limbs.

Every time he went down the stone steps, he had to exhale a breath of white air gently before continuing to step on the next stone step.

Born in a border area, it stands to reason that he should not be afraid of the cold.

Compared to the hinterland of the Imperial Dynasty, there is snow in the winter in the border lands, and it is very large every year.

Outside Suzaku Castle, there is often knee-high snow.

The coldest snow is when it first melts, the kind of cold that is enough to freeze to death for hangover street drunks.

Cultivating martial arts and cultivating martial arts pays attention to summer practice and winter practice.

Even in that kind of weather, Jiang Xiaoman was still able to practice gunfire all day bare-chested, without feeling cold at all.

When I used to play on the street when I was a child, I could always hear the passers-by who passed through Suzaku Castle in different accents, complaining in different accents, 'freezing to death'.

At the time, I didn't think so, but I thought it was too exaggerated.

But after entering the bronze door, he felt for the first time that the phrase 'freezing to death' may not be an exaggeration.

His every move was like carrying the icy cold air that had been soaked in the 'Ice Hell' for a long time.

But it was in such an environment that he actually sweated.

A warm current emerged spontaneously from the dantian, mixed with the gushing out of the wine.

The pot of peach blossom brew just now has a special origin, and Luo Xuanji intentionally or unintentionally forced the young man to drink most of the jar.

At this moment, the warm current washed away the chill in the body.

Jiang Xiaoman finally knew Aunt Luo's good intentions, and felt that even his heart warmed up a lot.

He knew the preciousness of this warm current, and he also knew that time was pressing, so he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Suddenly, the scabbard behind him snapped.

Like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, trembling non-stop.

The divine soldier has a spirit, and the scabbard and the sword body are one.

Jiang Xiaoman was overjoyed, knowing that he must have approached the ancient sword.

By now, he had walked down ninety-nine stone steps.

Just one floor away, you'll enter the real 'Ice Hell'.

Jiang Xiaoman raised his head, and he saw an ancient sword stuck diagonally at the end of the stairs.

Next to the sword, there is an ancient well that seems familiar.

On the edge of the well, the word 'Zhu Xian' is engraved in the book.

Quaint and majestic, with a domineering flavor.

But when he was about to step down the last stone staircase to get the sword, a sudden change occurred.

The ancient well was like a living thing, and the mouth of the well suddenly turned into a golden fox.

Before Jiang Xiaoman could react, his big mouth swallowed him in one suck.

Before being swallowed, Jiang Xiaoman finally held the sword in his hand.

But it was just such a simple sword grip that had exhausted the strength of his whole body.

In a trance, the young man seemed to see a peerless woman dressed in white slowly coming from the darkness.

The woman gave birth to a lotus step by step, smiled skillfully, raised her hand to him, and said softly: "You...... It's coming!"

Before he could see the woman's face, his consciousness began to blur.

In a coma, I remembered for no reason that I had seen an ancient painting at home when I was a child.

The faces of the woman in the painting and the woman in white gradually coincided.