Hearing Dongfang Yan's rhetorical question, Dongfang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then reached out and touched his body, but after a while, it seemed that there was nothing unusual about him, and he spoke after a long time, "I don't know what's wrong, in short, there seems to be something in this valley that attracts me to walk in, just here I seem to have seen a black shadow, a... It's a very vague and vague black shadow, I can't see his appearance clearly, no matter how close I walk, that person seems to be shrouded in the night fog, I can only see that he is carrying a knife behind his back, a very strange and strange knife, the knife seems to be red, very red and very red, the crimson color seems to be dyed by human blood, that person, in me... In front of my eyes, I danced an indescribable knife technique. ”

"What kind of knife is it?" Hearing Dongfang Jian say such a thing, Dongfang Ling's heart was suddenly pinched, there would be a chance for Dongfang Jian to see the mysterious sword technique in the illusion that he had not experienced, it seems that this illusion is not just angry, it should still be some kind of chance, although I don't know what kind of sword technique it is, but Dongfang Ling knew what kind of peerless sword technique it must be at the first time, if Dongfang Jian understood the mysteries, I am afraid that I will not be able to catch up with Dongfang Jian's martial arts for many years, let alone defeat him, if such a thing really happens, the position of the commander of this brocade guard, I am afraid that it will be more difficult for me to compete with Dongfang Jian。

At this time, Dongfang Sword has already returned to normal, for Dongfang Ling, Dongfang Sword naturally regained its instinctive resistance, although Dongfang Sword doesn't know much about this sword method, but he also knows what kind of unusual thing this must be, he can't let Dongfang Ling know too much, just vaguely perfunctory, "What kind of knife technique it is, I don't know, I didn't see it clearly, but, if I guess correctly, the knife on the back of the black shadow should be the weeping blood in this valley, it seems that we still underestimate the power of weeping blood." ”

"Big brother, do you want to go in?" Seeing that Dongfang Jian seemed to have the intention of continuing to walk in, Dongfang Yan interrupted Dongfang Jian's footsteps and said with a worried expression, "Big brother, the anger in this valley is too heavy, this has just come in, we have been affected by the anger one after another, and almost became a puppet in this illusion, I am afraid that if we rush in again, there will be more strange things happening inside, so we still have to think twice." ”

Dongfang Yan was really scared, before coming to this valley, Dongfang Yan couldn't believe that there was such an unusual thing in this world, it was obviously a dead thing, but it could affect people's minds, and even under the influence of anger, if you were not careful, you would become a puppet, this time it really made Dongfang Yan have a new understanding of crying blood, but it was precisely because of this that she didn't want to take risks, because everything in the dark night was unknown, and now Dongfang Yi's fate is the best proof, but compared to Dongfang Yan's retreat, Dongfang Jian is resolute, "Fourth sister, we have come here, weeping blood is what my father-in-law wants to get, we have to go in and take a look no matter what, I want to see what other tricks this weeping blood can have. ”

After speaking, Dongfang Jian took a firm step and walked towards the depths of the night, behind him, Dongfang Ling hesitated for a moment, although he was also a little scared, but Dongfang Jian had such an adventure in the illusion just now, which made Dongfang Ling even more determined that Dongfang Jian could not get the idea of crying blood, because faintly, Dongfang Ling seemed to feel that Dongfang Jian seemed to be the person who had been waiting for crying blood all these years, if this was really the case, Dongfang Ling would never allow such a thing to happen, and he must prevent this from happening！

......

Everyone turned the mountain col, and what they saw in front of them was no longer the valley they had just walked through, it was much wider than the valley just now, but under the cover of night, the places that could be seen were still very limited, but as far as the eye could see, a faint dark red seemed to be like a ghost in the darkness, standing there quietly, motionless, but exuding a seductive light.

"It's... It's... This... This is the ...... of weeping blood" Although the distance is still far away, I can't see the appearance of weeping blood clearly, but this is almost exactly the same as the knife carried by the person who held the knife in the illusion of Dongfang Sword, perhaps... It was Dongfang Jian's subconscious that he thought they were the same, in short, Dongfang Jian took a fancy to it at a glance, and even his voice rarely became trembling.

A few people slowly walked in front of the weeping blood, and finally saw all the weeping blood in their eyes, a knife that was not big, even in this valley still looked a little petite, but the bewitching red was faintly shiny, and the four wrist-thick iron chains on the handle of the knife tightly tied the weeping blood here, the closer they got, the more they could feel the air and even the airflow with a trace of blood red, although it was vague, but the feeling was very real, really real, and even Dongfang Yan had an unreal illusion, it seemed that the smell of blood was all in the nose。

A few feet away from the weeping blood, a few people stopped, just quietly admiring, as if they were looking at a rare treasure, the blood-red streamer slid down from the hilt of the knife little by little, and extended to the depths of the earth, the blood light receded, and the weeping blood seemed to be no different from an ordinary sword, even... Even more unbearable, the blade of the dark iron was vaguely mottled, as if it was the best mark left by the years.

A gust of evening wind hit, passing through the valley, stroking the iron chains on the weeping blood, and making a 'whoosh' sound, which was particularly loud in this silent valley, and suddenly, Dongfang Yan's arms let out a 'boom', and Dongfang Yi finally woke up leisurely.

The hazy eyes looked at everything strange around him, and he didn't seem to be able to slow down for a long time, when he saw that he was actually in Dongfang Yan's arms, Dongfang Yi jumped down quickly, with a look of panic, "Master, this... I... I... How could I faint?" In Dongfang Yi's mind, his memories are still stuck in that illusion, because the scene in the illusion is the scene when he was a child and was almost ruined by Yiwen outside Qiandeng Town, but he clearly remembers that he made a move, and he shot at Yiwen, but what happened later, Dongfang Yi really can't remember, and he can't remember that the person he shot was not Yiwen at all, but Dongfang Ling, and everything in his youth was just a phantom in his illusion.

Dongfang Yan looked at Dongfang Yi with concern, and when she was sure that she was really fine, Dongfang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and gently helped Dongfang Yi up, "It's okay, what you just experienced is just the illusion of the aura here, it's over, here, it's the sword mound." ”

(End of chapter)