The night came relatively late, and during this period, the monks who lost the traces of the Demon Breaking Sword in the chess grid were all cultivating frantically, and this place where the spiritual energy was so dense that it could condense spiritual water was simply a paradise for cultivation.

Finally, in the midst of an exclamation, the third night came.

Jiang He pulled away the soil blocking his eyes, and watched the sky slowly condense a giant hand, at this moment!

"Sword Spirit Senior, I'll take you around the Futu Tower first. ”

She didn't care about the direction where the second sunspot fell, but rushed towards the place where the first sunspot fell. Because in the secret realm, you can only enter the chess piece when she falls, and her move is equivalent to giving up the treasure in the second chess piece, which is completely pressing the bet on the Demon Breaking Sword!

Soon she reached the place where the first black piece had landed, and then rushed to the middle near the crater in the middle in the darkness.

"Sword Spirit Senior, this is it. She gasped on her legs.

The Demon Breaker Sword was suspended in the air, as if observing the situation inside the pit. The white sword body even shone brightly in the pure black chess pieces. After a while, the young male voice whispered a few words, "I'm going to go down and wait for me here." ”

"Good senior. ”

The Demon Breaker's body buzzed in response, and then rushed straight down, disappearing.

After about a few hours, Jiang He saw a burst of white and gold, and then suddenly a small golden tower fell in front of her.

She swallowed her saliva and asked astringently, "Forward...... Generation, what is this?"

The sword spirit seemed to be a little tired, and he said the name that made Jiang He dizzy for a while, "Futu Tower." ”

The "......" is indeed a shrunken floating tower.

A secret treasure fell from the sky, one was sent one free, Jiang He felt that his luck was against the sky today.

"For me?" Jiang He asked tremblingly.

"Ah yes, don't you?"

"I want it!" After saying that, Jiang He was about to receive the Futu Pagoda into the storage ring, but she didn't put it in for a long time, she asked suspiciously, "Does the Futu Pagoda have a tower spirit? Why can't I accept it?"

"Huh?" The sword spirit suddenly became serious, and then asked Jiang He to dodge, and suddenly enlarged the Futu Tower, returning to its original appearance.

"Go in and have a look. He rushed in first, and Jiang He followed closely behind.

After entering the tower, it was still like what Jiang He had seen before, and there was a sign at the second step that said Futu Holy Tower.

Jiang He was about to say something, when he suddenly found that the Demon Breaking Sword next to him was very strange. The breath that came from the sword body seemed to be fearful and desperate?How could the Demon Breaker Sword be afraid? What made him afraid?

"Senior?" Jiang He couldn't help but ask softly.

The Demon Breaking Sword did not respond to Jiang He, but muttered softly to herself, "Ning Wuwu...... "If Jiang He could see the entity of the sword spirit, she would find that the sword spirit trembled with fear.

He said a name, Ning Wuwu? Who is it? It seems to be very familiar, Jiang He recalled the historical classics he had read, and in the corner of his memory, he found the introduction of this person, and in the "Comprehensive History of Ten Thousand Buddhas", there was a person named Ning Wuwu, he was an ancestor of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, who practiced Mahayana Buddhism, and once preached the Buddha for 7749 days under the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, and won all 49 discussions, and no one in the world could talk about this Buddha's genius. However, that's all there is to his introduction, and it seems that at some point it suddenly stopped, and the man is missing. What does Ning Wuwu have to do with the Demon Breaking Sword? By the way, the owner of the Demon Breaking Sword, Wuhou Xia, seems to have a friend of Buddhism, could it be Ning Wuwu!?

Jiang He thought a lot for a moment, and in the process of her thinking, the Demon Breaking Sword flew towards the stairs with a swish, and flew straight to the top floor without stopping, Jiang He couldn't keep up at all, and it took several stops to climb to the top floor of the eighty-first floor, and after climbing up, he fell upside down on the stairs, barely supporting half of his body, and saw what the Demon Breaking Sword was going to do.

She saw a golden bead floating in the center of the eighty-first floor of the stupa, emitting a soft and warm glow.

Relic!

Jiang He suddenly had a bold conjecture, seeing the Demon Sword so frightened and panicked, this relic, could it be Ning Wuwu! What did he encounter back then? Soon, Jiang He no longer had the heart to think about these things.

There was a buzzing sound from the snow-white sword body of the Demon Breaking Sword, and the sound was like crying, piercing the soul, Jiang He covered his ears in pain and squatted down, bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, which was very terrifying.

"Ning worry-free, you lie to me!!!" The Demon Breaker Sword trembled to the extreme, and then cracks appeared and began to slowly disintegrate!

A few seconds later, with a bang, the Demon Breaking Immortal Sword that made the cultivation realm scramble for it completely shattered, and slowly transformed into a human figure where it shattered, and the person's snow-white body gradually deepened into a black liquid, and then Jiang He completely lost consciousness. Before she lost consciousness, she thought suspiciously, "The sword spirit is attached to the sword body, but the sword is broken, why does the sword spirit still exist?

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang He found that his vision had become shorter, and he couldn't control his body at all, as if he was living in a child's body.

After trying for a long time, it didn't work, Jiang He planned to watch the changes quietly.

She saw that the child kept dancing the sword, wearing the stars and the moon, spring, summer, autumn and winter without a day of rest, growing from a small radish head to a cool sword cultivator, and finally, on the day he got his own sword, someone called out his name, "Wuhou Xia, I will give you this demon-breaking sword for the teacher, and I hope you can take on the heavy responsibility of destroying demons." ”

Jiang He was in a trance, Wuhou Xia, this is Wuhou Xia's memory! That is not a sword spirit at all, it is Wuhou Xia's soul body!

Then she saw that Wuhou Xia was wandering down the mountain alone with the Demon Breaking Sword on his back, and met a young monk who did not smile in the swampy forest of the Western Continent.

When they first saw it, Wuhou Xia asked recklessly, "Little monk, why don't you shave your head?"

The monk did not answer. Wuhou Xia thought that he was a fake Buddhist disciple who was indiscriminate, so he childishly picked up the young monk's hair, and at that moment, the green silk was scattered, and the little monk was angry, his face was red, and he was stunned by the sword cultivation who had just come out of the mountain gate.

"You're dressed as a man, little monk. Jian Xiu asked blankly.

The monk couldn't hold back his anger anymore, and with a swing of his staff, Jian Xiu almost forgot to resist, and was beaten miserably in the swamp, and then fell little by little.

"Wow, help! I'm wrong, I'm wrong! Master, save me!"

The young monk glared at him angrily, but then he still did not see him dead, so he scooped him up, turned around and left.

The fate of Jian Xiu and the monk does not stop there, the two will always meet on different occasions, and when they meet, they will fight, and the battle always ends with Jian Xiu being beaten up.

That's a dozen decades.

Finally one day, the relationship between the two changed, and it was Jian Xiu who had a demon.

Jiang He saw his inner demon from the perspective of Wuhou Xia, it was the scene of Ning Wuwu's green silk falling, it was the scene where he deceived and kissed Ning Wuwu, this Wuhou Xia actually had a lot of thoughts about Ning Wuwu of the same sex!

Jiang He didn't know what it felt in her heart, and she was vaguely uncomfortable, because she knew that Ning Wuwu died later, and knew the ending of this story.

Sure enough, after Wuhou Xia had a demon, the relationship between the two became cold, and he would deliberately avoid Ning Wuwu, but he couldn't help but secretly go to Wanfo Mountain to see him talk. The whole forty-nine shows never fall, never appear, just secretly watching.

Finally one day, Wuhou Xia knew that Ning Wuwu had not been promoted for a long time, and there was a trace of expectation in his heart, did he have the same troubles as him?

That night, he was so drunk that he broke into the Ten Thousand Buddha Gate

He looked at Ning Wuwu with drunken eyes and said, "I like you." ”

The monk coldly refused, and threw the half-crippled sword cultivator down the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, never to see him again.

Jian Xiu's heart demon was broken, he went all the way smoothly and broke through to the tribulation period for thousands of years, and the last nine days of thunder tribulation, the tribulation failed, he was split by the heavenly thunder and only left his soul body, and he lived in the natal sword and slept for 20,000 years.

The dream finally woke up.

Wuhou Xia saw Ning Wuwu's relics, which had magic patterns on them, and they were haunted by demons and died.