A day has passed, and there are already disciples outside the sword mound who have returned, looking at the fairy sword and the master, the expressions of the first of the peaks are different, some disciples just took an ordinary fairy sword and couldn't wait to return to the dojo, as if the real mouse was staring;

Speaking of Ji Yan alone, he kept walking to the depths of the sword mound in confusion, and he forgot to arrange the time to go back, so he walked like this, encountered countless swords, picked them up, put them down, and left disappointed.

"Master, just now the Five Spirit Beamsplitter sensed that a disciple had stepped out of the enchantment range, how could this be good?" an elder hurriedly walked up to Xuan Qing and whispered in his ear.

"Send all the elders into the sword shrine, pick up the sword selection disciples, urge them to choose the sword as soon as possible and then leave the sword shrine, and you will come back with one stick of incense left. Xuan Qing didn't say anything, but just said to the elder.

This sword mound existed as early as when Jade Jizi came to the Taihe Mountain Range, and with his Dao power, he could only open a stick of incense for a long time, and when his divine thoughts swept over, he knew that there were countless immortal swords inside, and it was an ancient immortal and demon battlefield, and the deeper he went, the more dangerous it was. After it was passed on to Qinglian, everyone borrowed the six peaks spirit veins to maintain the opening time of the sword shrine for three days, but the sword shrine had its own rules, and all spells were not allowed to be cast, so they set up a five-spirit enchantment at the edge of danger to perceive what was happening in the realm.

Ji Yan walked farther and farther, long beyond the enchantment, and he also felt that there were changes around him, the sky was dim, his breath was dirty, and the mountains and rivers were evil, as if he had returned to the sea of blood created by "Tai'a". He rested under a hill, but he always felt a cold feeling coming from his waist, as if the sword intent was attacking, unlike ordinary rocks, in connection with the wonders seen along the way, he suddenly woke up, stepped back a few feet, and sure enough, he found that the hill in front of him was like a giant sword inserted into the ground, just covered with a layer of dust, and there were two words "Juque" in the concave and convex places of the rock, and there were rusty chains on the top of the hill coiling around the sword body, like a python coiling mountain, and the end was sinister and abnormal. Ji Yan sighed secretly: What a tall giant does it take to wield such a giant sword, I'd better stay away as soon as possible.

How do you know that the next scene is even more dangerous, in a dead swamp, purple bubbles emerge from time to time, there is a slender sword on the mound in the middle, the sword body is tortuous, extremely thin, not like ordinary, there is a black jade bead on the hilt of the sword, bright and beautiful, hooking the soul. Ji Yan watched from afar, but he didn't dare to get close, and his intuition in the forest told him: the more beautiful things are, the more deadly they are. Sure enough, after a while, I saw that the pearl flashed brightly, and a purple mist appeared, turning into a bird slightly larger than an eagle, black and bare-eyed, wandering around, and where it passed, it was completely corroded, and in a sword that was extremely golden snake, he grabbed a small snake with a golden glow, landed on the swamp, and ate it.

Ji Yan covered his mouth lightly, but he didn't expect that it was the legendary "duck dive". There is a record in the literature of the Yuxu lineage, Yuxuzi once had a good use of poison masters, the poison master shot viciously, only one hand will be miserable, the fairy sword in the hand has a bird spirit hovering, and the death is instant, but in the end, the Tao is not as good as the jade Xuzi, was suppressed, changed to die, do not want his fairy sword to be here, but can also prey on the sword spirit, and get a fierce sword.

It's better to leave as soon as possible. Ji Yan made a detour, Xiao Huang on his shoulders was already listless and drowsy, he himself was extremely disappointed in the choice of swords, running around and tired, but there was no sword suitable for him, so in the evening, Ji Yan was resting next to a crooked neck tree. It's strange that since he made a detour in the swamp, he hasn't encountered any fairy swords all the way here, even the beasts are few and far between, almost invisible, the valley is dead, only Ji Yanwu is in a daze, oh, and Xiao Huang is taking a nap on his shoulder. He was also suffocated in his chest, and his choice of sword was not satisfactory, so he got up and yelled at the wide valley:

"Ah......h

The sound echoed through the valley, reaching into the distance, and startling the sleeping little yellow into the air, causing a burst of birdsong to complain. "Hehe, Xiao Huang, let's not look for it, let's go, leave the sword shrine and go home. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he only heard the friction sound of "swish" from the tall grass in the distance, from far to near, the speed was so fast, at first it was just a black spot, and when Ji Yan reacted, there was a "bang" sound, and it was inserted on the gravel road a foot away from him. Ji Yan was shocked, and looked at this thing, it was a "broken sword". The sword body is roughly three feet six inches and five minutes long, more than six inches longer than the general sword, the outer scabbard will wrap the sword body can not be seen, but this scabbard, the whole body is soapy black, there is a cyan lotus flower covering it, it should be wooden, some of the edges and corners are seriously worn, there is no handguard at the shoulder of the sword, but the lotus flower carved on both sides is in full bloom, but the lotus flower is black and bright, giving people a kind of bewitching beauty, the sword handle is slightly long ribbon winding, and the sword head is only slightly thicker than the sword handle. Why did this sword appear after I finished shouting, do you want to follow me, but this sword knows everything at a glance, how can it be in the sword mound?

Ji Yan looked at the unsheathed long sword, curious, stepped forward, and was about to pull out the sword body when he held the hilt. Suddenly, a "buzz" in my mind flashed into the picture.

In a gloomy and eerie place, countless hideous ghosts floated by, and above a pool of black and dead lake, a bridge with no end in sight, communicating the other side, the bridge was covered with blood-red mandala flowers, a man and a woman, standing at two ends.

"There are cores without flowers,

There are flowers but no cores.

Flowers bloom for thousands of years,

The world is separated. ”

A woman, black hair is scattered, red silk is tied to a few strands of hair in the middle, a little red dot stands in the center of her eyebrows, the hair curtain in front of her can't cover her peerless face, under the black tunic palace dress, the exposed skin, white like snow, fingers like peeling onion roots, lotus steps gently, step by step, step by step, walking towards the man in front of him on his back, grief and pain in his eyes, endless reluctance. Even if the Buddha is here, he will send out compassion and pity, I see pity!

"You have really decided? I don't blame you for these things, I'll go and explain to Master. The woman still didn't give up at this time, hoping that there was still room for maneuver.

The man watched the unjust soul emerge in the water, stroked the black hair on his shoulder, sighed, and the three thousand troubles behind him and his waist swayed without wind, and his black clothes melted into the darkness, and with a flick of his right hand, a long sword with a sheath stood in front of the woman.

"Our fate is over, you can go, stand on your own, be at ease, forget me!" The man's voice was finally low, as if he had no courage. "I saw through their hypocrisy, I was willing to lose this battle, the master is right, my heart is unstable, everything is to blame, I have no choice but to betray my relatives and leave, only you are with you, or not!"

As soon as the picture turned, there was an old woman in black gauze who couldn't see her face clearly, holding a bowl of medicinal soup respectfully, not daring to look directly at the person in front of her.

"But the words on the bridge are desolate,

It's just because there is so much helplessness in the world.

Turn around and endure the fingers,

However, in the end, he is still responsible. ”

The man drank all the decoction in the bowl in one gulp, and suddenly had a tendency to look at it, and when he saw the shrunken old woman and the little ghosts on the shore under the bridge, he looked up to the sky and smiled:

"Huh...... I'm not going to wait for you! Senior brother, it's so calculating, I'm convinced. Then he jumped and disappeared.

Then the picture in his mind faded, and Ji Yan only heard the woman's whisper at the end: If you don't give up, I will depend on life and death, this is my vow.

Ji Yan looked at the long sword in front of him, and didn't think that this sword was related to such a poignant story, it was really pitiful for a lover in the world. This long sword, like a special wood production, and the scabbard is black, cyan lotus entanglement, engraved at the head of the sword "Qingping" two words, ordinary to the extreme, even look a little broken. "The green mountains are here today, and the Pingshui reminiscences of meeting. Ji Yan suddenly spat out poetry for some reason, and there was a sadness that there was nowhere to say goodbye.

It's just that when he saw the object and touched the sword body, he suddenly had a heresy. The Qingping sword suddenly didn't know why, the blade swept over Ji Yan's wrist, cutting the pulse in a moment, and the essence blood spurted out. It turned out that this sword was actually an evil thing, Ji Yan saw his own blood spilled on the sword body, and was instantly devoured by it, and he struggled to separate from the sword in horror, not wanting the sword to seem to be stuck with the body, and it could not be separated. Seeing the blood flowing out of the wrist, flowing down the hilt to the sword body but unable to do anything, experiencing the gradual drop in body temperature, the soul had a feeling of drifting out of the body, and the eyes became dim: Is this the end, maybe this can return to the haunting Penglai?

Just when Ji Yan was dying and dying, there was a thing in his arms that flew out, it was the Soul Devouring Bead, which swam all over Ji Yan's body, as if he was confused, but the purple light flickered and rushed towards the sword in Ji Yan's hand. "Oop" collided, and they were evenly matched, but with the accelerated loss of essence blood, Qingping became more and more powerful, and the Soul Eater Bead faintly had a situation of being unable to parry, only to see the Soul Eater Bead constantly knocking on the hilt of the sword, bumping the sword head, trying to vibrate Qingping into the air, but the purple light gradually weakened. After a moment of silence, Ji Yan looked at the two things that were entangled together, and gradually passed out, and before closing his eyes, he only saw the ghosts flying in the darkness and oppression. It turned out that this soul devouring bead saw that it couldn't fight, so it ignored Ji Yan's warning, and summoned the boundless lonely soul and wild ghosts, constantly devouring and strengthening his own strength, as if he was destined to be an enemy and wanted to compete with Qingping. It fights between the two things, but it doesn't want to have a awakened bird watching from the sidelines, and now seeing that Ji Yan's life is worried, Xiao Huang's eyes flashed red, so he pecked Ji Yan's right hand hard, with a crisp sound, the sword and the bead fell down at the same time, floating in the air to argue, the ghosts around him cried wolf, the wind was dense, and even the vitality of the grass and trees was constantly being taken away. Xiao Huang didn't know why at this moment, a red light flashed in his eyes from time to time, as if he was born with a disgust with this filthy ghost, and he also joined the fight.

This side of the world is very good-looking, only to see the red blood stained on the sword and beads, enchanting and weird, a yellow bird flapping its wings, sometimes pecking at the sword body, sometimes scratching the beads. When the three were scuffling, a faint golden light appeared on Ji Yan's body, and the wooden card on his waist also flashed with silver light, and the wound on his wrist gradually healed, just because of excessive blood loss for a while, he was unconscious. The air has reached the white-hot stage, the three of them use their own means, scuffle together, Qingping sword blade turned, feint to attack the soul devouring bead but turned to stab Xiao Huang obliquely, Xiao Huang was caught off guard, was pierced claw, blood flowed, sprinkled on the sword body and soul devouring bead. Suddenly, there was a blazing heat around him, just when Xiao Huang's blood was low, as if he was in a furnace, the remaining ghosts around him wailed and then turned into ashes, and the Soul Devouring Bead and Qingping Sword were even more like natural enemies, each of them was shocked, and honestly stayed in the air, Xiao Huang was injured and fell to the head of the cloud, but it was not a big deal, but the two evil things are now facing the enemy together, only fighting with that drop of essence blood, and the strength of the three plus Ji Yan's blood, finally compromised and solidified at the head of the sword.

Everything was calm, and the flying sword fell to the ground. It was still the Qingping sword, but at the end of the hilt, there was a purple dark bead that was coagulated together by a few drops of dark red and gold blood.