On the altar in the distance, the sound of trumpets and drums was already sounding in unison. Perhaps it was a deafening sound at the scene, but from the Ten Thousand Swords Altar to the outpost, it was extraordinarily far away.

It was as if the sound was the one that distinguished the two worlds.

Excitement and loneliness all rose at the same time to the sound of trumpets and drums.

"Hurry up and go back!The ceremony should have begun!" Zhang Baijian said to Gongsun Su.

Gongsun Su hesitated for a moment, but said, "I'd better stay here and talk to you!

Zhang Baijian smiled: "What's good, if your family can't see you, they should also worry!"

"They won't!" Gongsun Su's voice gradually weakened, and the hesitation on his face turned gloomy.

It seems that he has said the wrong thing! Zhang Baijian was a little embarrassed.

"Okay! I'll go back! You should pay more attention to yourself, there are still injuries on your body, don't go out at night. Drink some wine and go to bed early!" Gongsun Su showed a faint smile like the past and said to Zhang Baijian.

It's just that Zhang Baijian felt that although her tone was kind, there was also a soft look on her face. But it gives people a deep sense of distance. It's completely different from the way I laughed and talked so freely.

Maybe the previous Gongsun Su is the real her. The Gongsun Su she sees now is just a shell she has put on for herself.

Gongsun Su finally left.

Looking through the window openings in the distance, I must be singing and dancing there!

Bring the flask and pour it down your throat without a glass. The wine is not a particularly good spirit wine, and the degree is not high, and it has a sour taste. However, it was very warm to the body, and after taking a sip, I felt a warm current flow all over my body.

Rumble!

The entire altar suddenly lit up in the night sky, illuminating half of the sky with all kinds of glow.

The cheers of the Gongsun people are even from the distance of a mountain. It's still like it's in my ears.

The wind pouring in through the cracks in the doors and windows also has a lively smell.

In the hazy moonlight, I looked back in the opposite direction to the altar, and there were pale black undulating mountains. It was like a huge beast surging one after another, all of which were constantly dispersed away in the boiling cheers of the Gongsun clan.

The cacophony of cheers suddenly faded away.

A strange musical instrument, a sound similar to a Xun suddenly sounded. It's melodious, but it's mixed with the desolation from the ancients. Although that faint sadness is not so intense that it immediately makes people cry, it puts a faint layer of melancholy on people's hearts. This melancholy will only become clearer with time, until you recall it after many years, and you realize that you have burst into tears.

The brightly lit altar suddenly dimmed, and the whole mountain became pitch black, as if it were darker than the beastly mountains in the distance.

Suddenly, a sword light flickered in the wind. It seems that a little stronger wind would be enough to extinguish it completely. But it still stubbornly rose, flickering, jumping, and slowly moving into the middle of the sky

"At the beginning of the wilderness, who preached? The upper and lower levels are not formed, and there is no reason to test! Who can be extremely strong? My ancestor Yellow Emperor, only the time to do it. Yin and Yang Triad, the evolution of the human emperor. Cosmos Ninefold. Created by the gods. But what is the merit, the emperor made it at the beginning. What should all the races do, and what is the loss of long live? On the occasion of the nine heavens, the gods are placed. The other is the sky. Why don't you abandon us? As the years go by, the Tao prosperes and declines. The heavenly style is vertical and horizontal, the yang is away from love and death, the big bird is singing, and the husband is mourning?"

The ancient tone stood at the pinnacle of the altar along with the immature sword light. Chanting. Indescribable desolation and sorrow.

They are the descendants of the Emperor of Man, the descendants of the true God, and they have their own pride and character.

Knock, knock, knock!

Three bells rang, penetrating the heavens and the earth, like the first sound of an era.

A most ordinary orange-red sword light rose from the altar, and then turned into a meteor, illuminating the sky.

It's like a signal.

At the moment when this sword light rose, all kinds of sword lights of red, yellow, purple, white, blue, gray, blue, black, gold, and silver flew towards the sky like fireworks that swirled and exploded.

The sky, which looked like a large black set, was burned into a variety of colors.

The brilliant sword light illuminates everything, they are not the sun. So under their illumination, there are still whole shadows. But it is precisely because of this that they can be arranged side by side in the sky, each blooming with its own beauty and splendor.

The sword light and the moonlight seemed to divide the space into several boundaries, standing at the outpost where Zhang Baidao was, this was the mortal world. And on the far altar, where the sword light blooms, is the heavenly realm.

Roar, roar, roar!

A different kind of cheers, like a tsunami.

Such a cry is not only the beginning of the celebration ceremony, but also a call for the glory of the ancestors.

They are the descendants of the Emperor of Men and the people of the gods.

The rise of the sword light gradually became sparse.

Every nearly half an hour, one or two new sword lights rose up and shot into the sky.

After watching it for a while, Zhang Baijian felt bored again.

What he needed was a real bloodline divine sword, not a bloodline magic weapon in the name of the divine sword.

In his sleep, Zhang Baijian seemed to see the vigorous ancient era, the ancient era when the gods fought and fell. It was an era of constant singing of sad songs, and it was a vast era. It was an era when the three emperors of heaven, earth and man competed together, competed with the barbarian demon race, competed with the ten thousand races of heaven and earth, and finally laid a place for the human race to survive.

Compared with that era, the intrigue between the human race now seems so petty and so incompetent.

The excitement continued all night.

The next day, it was a surprisingly cloudy day, and thick dark clouds covered the entire sky, like a black cauldron. The dark clouds hovering on the top of the altar were swept away by the rising bloodline magic sword.

Zhang Baijian found a few pieces of dried dough and some dried meat in the kitchen of the outpost, and ate the leftover wine left over from last night, while boredly counting the number of bloodline magic swords on the top of the altar.

Each shining sword light represents a bloodline magic sword.

Overnight, more than a thousand magic swords had been raised.

On the mountain road in front of the outpost, Zhang Baijian saw someone walking up again, and the strange thing was that this time it was not Gongsun Su, but Gongsun Huang.

Gongsun Huang, who was wearing a golden-red dress, was still so amazing, but there were fewer followers like flies behind her, making her beauty a little less pretentious.

"I really didn't expect that at this time, you would actually come here!" Zhang Baijian said. As for Gongsun Huang's intention, he really couldn't guess it. If you don't worry about him, you can send someone to take a look, and you really don't have to come in person.

And this Gongsun Huang really doesn't look like he has a good impression of himself. Zhang Baijian is not narcissistic, with his current mummy-like appearance, he can attract Gongsun Huang, the proud daughter of the sky.

Gongsun Huang had Mo Ran on his face, and glanced at Zhang Baijian coldly and said, "What did you say to Su'er last night, making her feel so bad?"

Zhang Baijian must have been here for Gongsun in his heart.

"What's wrong?"

Gongsun Su sneered: "What have you done yourself, don't you know?"

Zhang Baijian said: "I didn't do anything!"

Gongsun Huang said: "Then why is she depressed? Even such a grand ceremony as the Ten Thousand Swords Festival is not allowed to come out at home under the pretext of illness? She has only become like this after she has come back from you! I remember, I clearly warned you not to think anything wrong about her! Have you forgotten?"

Speaking of this, Gongsun Huang's crystal eyes were murderous.

It's just that she has such a little killing intent, but it has no effect on Zhang Baijian at all, although the remaining True Yuan cultivation of Zhang Baijian at this time is not one hundred, but his will is still that will, and his soul is still that soul.

"I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything! If you don't believe me, just go ahead!" Zhang Baijian said with his hands behind his back.

"Do you think I don't dare?" Gongsun Huang was furious, and Zhang Baijian's contemptuous tone made her feel uncomfortable. She has been praised as the proud daughter of the sky since she was a child, how can she ever be treated like this?

"I'm afraid you won't dare!" Zhang Baijian did not weaken his momentum at all because of the great loss of his strength now.

"Okay! This is what you're only looking for!No wonder I!" Gongsun Huang said, stretching out a finger to refer to the sword, turning into a sword light and sweeping towards Zhang Baijian.

If it was something else, Zhang Baijian might be really afraid at this time, how could such a sword move hurt him?

The sword light touched Zhang Baijian's fingers, as if it had touched a living ancestor, and shrank into a ball after a moment, no matter how Gongsun Huang drove it, it refused to step forward again.

"Bastard, what kind of tricks did you use to actually control my sword gang?" Gongsun Huang shouted angrily.

Zhang Baijian said: "I didn't control your sword gang, but for me, your sword moves are really full of flaws. I have many ways to use my strength to turn your sword into mine. It's not because you're not as strong as mine, it's because your skills are too far from mine. It's as if my sword moves are already the king of swords, but your sword moves are just ordinary people. No matter how strong a common man is, he can't resist a king, even if he is weak. ”

"Fart!" Zhang Baijian didn't explain, but this explanation completely angered Gongsun Huang.

They are all descendants of the queen, and Gongsun Huang's self-possession bloodline qi is even better, how can he admit that he is not as good as Zhang Baijian in the cultivation of swordsmanship. (To be continued.) )