The process was very smooth, and Mo Wuji only took a few minutes to slide down a distance of nearly ten zhang. When he arrived at this place, even with the help of the hazy moonlight, Mo Wuji could clearly see the situation of the half-truncated sword.

The hilt of the broken sword was pierced by a mottled chain lock and locked onto the cliff face. Perhaps due to the erosion of wind and rain for many years, the condition of this half-truncated sword was far inferior to the half-truncated sword he obtained in the Traceless Sword Mountain.

The quality of the broken sword is good or bad, Mo Wuji doesn't care about it at all. He didn't want a broken sword, he just wanted something inside the broken sword. Besides, he didn't plan to take this half-truncated sword with him.

Even if the half-truncated sword was in front of him, Mo Wuji was still unhurried, and even slowed down a little. This is a habit he has developed over the years of doing research, and the more successful he is, the more cautious he must be.

Just when Mo Wuji was less than a meter away from the broken sword, suddenly a powerful force swept over, and the powerful force directly rolled Mo Wuji up, and then brought it back again. It was as if a strong wind swept by, and Mo Wuji fell heavily on the cliff, even if Mo Wuji extended the fourth layer of the vein, he was also thrown out of a mouthful of blood, and his ribs were suddenly broken.

Mo Wuji hurriedly pulled out the sharp knife and inserted it into the gap in the cliff wall. Fortunately, this force came and went quickly, and after just teaching Mo Wuji a lesson, it disappeared without a trace.

Mo Wuji took out an elixir from his pocket and swallowed it, inhaling cold air in his heart. There was no wind just now, but he was swept up.

Thinking of the legend of the suction power of the Hanging Sword Cliff, Mo Wuji didn't dare to be careless. He waited for nearly a minute, convinced that the wind hadn't come, before he slowly descended again.

Two minutes later, Mo Wuji had already appeared in the place where the broken sword was level. There was still a swarthy cliff at his feet, and Mo Wuji could even feel the cold air coming from below. There seemed to be all sorts of strange calls coming from under his feet, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

Mo Wuji knew that this was not necessarily his illusion, as a fourth-level cultivator, although he was vulnerable in front of those immortal masters, among mortals, he was also considered a strong man.

This Hanging Sword Cliff was very strange, Mo Wuji carefully lay on the cliff wall, and did not immediately reach out to grab the broken sword. Instead, he took out his knife and began to dig in the cliff face, where he had to dig a place to live. If the sudden scroll force came a few more times, even if he didn't fall to his death, he would be killed by that force on the cliff.

What's more, the legendary suction has not yet appeared, and once it does, who knows if his rope will be able to protect him? This broken sword is placed here, what if he moves the broken sword and causes a chain reaction? Be careful, it's still very early before dawn, and it's always right to take more precautions.

The sharp knife flew up and down, and the power of the fourth layer of Mo Wuji's vein quickly dug a place on the cliff wall for him to curl up.

To do this kind of thing, the last thing Mo Wuji lacks is patience. The teacher who taught him pharmacology on Earth told him that if a person has enough stamina and patience, then he will succeed half of it in advance, and the remaining half depends on strength. If a person is impatient and impatient, then he has failed ninety percent before doing things, and the remaining ten percent depends on luck.

This sentence has always been remembered by Mo Wuji, and it is also because of this sentence that he has achieved a lot of success.

After Mo Wuji dug up the place where he was huddled, he carefully reached out and grabbed the broken sword in his hand.

Everything was uneventful, there was no strong suction force to bring him under the cliff, and there was no force that swept him away suddenly.

Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, still holding on to the stone wall of the cave he had dug out with one hand, and turning over the broken sword with the other.

The hilt of the broken sword is engraved with two faint handwritings, which are bent. Yin Qianyin really didn't say nonsense, this was indeed Mo Luoqu's sword. The careful Mo Wuji soon discovered that the two words were engraved later, and the original handwriting seemed to be concealed. It seems that this sword was not refined by Mo Luoqu, it should be that after Mo Luoqu got it, he liked this sword and engraved his name.

The fracture of the broken sword was covered with moss, but it looked very smooth, Mo Wuji carefully picked it with the sharp knife in his hand, and as soon as he picked the moss away, a violent force swept over.

Even though the cave Mo Wuji dug was very small, this force also hit the wall of the cave with him, almost crushing his arm off.

After this wave of power, even more powerful forces swept in. This time, this power came from the ground, and a powerful and incomparable suction force directly enveloped Mo Wuji and pulled Mo Wuji down.

Mo Wuji's scalp exploded, and he even supported the cave wall hard. Fortunately, that powerful suction force only pulled Mo Wuji down vertically, otherwise, no matter how much strength Mo Wuji used to support the cave wall, he would be directly rolled down.

"Click......" The sound of Mo Wuji's left leg bone breaking came, and Mo Wuji gritted his teeth and stubbornly supported his body.

He was secretly glad in his heart, if he hadn't carefully dug such a place to live, with this terrifying suction, it was estimated that even the iron stakes would have been pulled up and swept into the depths of the Hanging Sword Cliff together. Even if he wasn't pulled up, his body would have been torn off under this force.

After half an hour, this powerful suction force gradually disappeared, and Mo Wuji swallowed another pill. Quickly use the tip of the knife to pick at the moss at the broken sword.

The moss at the place where the sword was broken was picked apart, and it seemed to be a flat place. Mo Wuji carefully picked a few times with the tip of the knife on the flat part of the fracture, and sure enough, a small crack was picked open by Mo Wuji. Mo Wuji didn't pick the crack wider, but took out a hook and stuck it in, and just once, he used the hook to hook out a roll of thin silk that was the same as the one on his body.

Holding back the surprise in his heart, Mo Wuji put the thin silk into his pocket, and then restored the place he picked out, and when the fracture could no longer be seen, he carefully restored the moss.

Maybe what he did was useless, but Mo Wuji didn't care. In everything you do, you have to be careful and meticulous. Sometimes a small thing that you don't care about, or say that you think is impossible, can happen.

This broken sword has been hanging here for I don't know how many years, and maybe no one will pay attention to it for so many years. Mo Wuji didn't think so, since he could discover that the broken sword had a mystery, it couldn't be ruled out that someone else would find the same.

After everything was done properly, Mo Wuji gently let go of the broken sword. The moment he let go of the broken sword, the power of the previous rage reappeared. Mo Wuji still curled up in the cave he had dug out, waiting for this powerful force to disappear.

It was another half an hour before the huge suction force slowly disappeared. Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and waited for a few more minutes before he tightened the rope and prepared to leave.

Unfortunately, the cave he dug couldn't be filled, otherwise he would have filled it up before leaving.

Mo Wuji's strength in the fourth layer of the vein, without the influence of external forces, he dragged the rope and landed on Yashan again in just a few minutes. Putting the rope away again, Mo Wuji carefully inserted the sharp knife back into the boot.

This sharp knife was swindled by him from Hu Fei, and it has saved his life many times. Now that Mo Wuji has expanded the fourth layer of the vein, he has long seen the extraordinaryness of this sharp knife. Although it is not a treasure, it is not something that ordinary mortal ironshops can create.

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