Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 976: Backpack

Spring is coming to an end, but Daxu doesn't have the breath of spring. The pictures of insects, singing, birds and verdant plants are extravagant and lifeless and extremely depressing. It feels like falling into a bottomless abyss, hard to extricate themselves.

The streets of the ancient city are dilapidated and in disrepair for a long time. The statues of gods outside the city have been standing for thousands of years, looking out into the distance.

Changshou Alley, among the small wood carving shops, are all kinds of lifelike wood carvings.

There are grass and trees, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, as well as the people He Jian has encountered in his life. They look different, good and bad, extremely vivid, and seem to be able to come back to life at any time, with a hint of difficulty. Perceived Tao Yun.

He Jian sits in the backyard, fetches a bucket of water from the well with a wooden bucket, and takes out a scoop. The entrance is cold and sweet, which can wash away all the dust and desires in people's hearts.

He looked at the sky with muddy eyes and whispered: "The older people are, the more they are afraid of the sky, the more faithful they are. He has been in a trance for most of his life, but he has gone back to the original point. Sure enough, it is like the book said. , What is the cause, what is the result."

As soon as the voice fell, he stopped talking, and sat in a daze for half an hour.

Suddenly stand up straight, pull your shoulders apart, and your waist stretches together.

Walking quickly into the hut, dragged out a dilapidated wooden box that had been hidden for decades from under the blackened pearwood bed. A decayed breath came out of the wooden box. The top of the box was bitten by insects with small holes, like being pierced by countless fine needles at the same time. It seems that the entire wooden box will be completely shattered with a slight touch.

He Jian looked emotional, and said in his heart that he hadn't touched the Ziwu Sword, History, and Blood Sunflower in 60 years, and he waved his sleeve slightly.

With a "creak" of the box, the lid flew up, revealing a sword box wrapped in rags.

The sword box is dark red and looks plain, but there are rare famous swords in the market, Ziwu, History, and Blood Sunflower.

This box originally had six swords in it, but after a battle with Venerable An Jingyun, three swords were taken away by him. Now there are only three swords left in the box. But as long as one handle is taken out, it is enough to cause a **** storm, but who can imagine that there are so many famous swords hidden in this ordinary sword box?

On this day, the Sword God, who once made the world’s arrogant talk a different face, carried the box again.

Outside the city, the sky is still full of yellow sand, and a solitary plume of smoke stands alone.

The figures of Ouyang Ming and He Jian went further and further under the solitary smoke, and gradually disappeared in the wind and sand.

The wind and sand make it difficult for people to open their eyes.

In the wind and sand, Ouyang Ming stroked his long sleeves and asked in a low voice, "Senior Ho, is it far to go back to Jianfeng from here?"

He Jian lightly nodded his head and said: "Naturally, it is far away. Huijian Peak is located at the intersection of time and space. If there is no chance, you can't get in at all. Moreover, various formations are arranged outside. Law and prohibition. At the beginning, I was lucky enough to get in. Now that I think about it, I still have a bit of fear."

Speaking, he shook his shoulders, shook the sword case on his shoulders, and then said: "The ancient sword in this case was taken down from Huijianfeng Mountain, but he followed me out of Nuoda's First name."

But when he said this, the look in his eyes was obviously dark. The long sword in this sword case originally had six handles, but now there are only three.

Ouyang Ming's skill in observing words and colors has reached a certain level, and he can naturally bring this bleakness into his eyes.

But he didn't ask too much. People like He Jian have no shortage of stories, and they are all about the past, but since he doesn't want to say more, what's the benefit of asking?

With a rolling eyeball, he brought the topic to Huijianfeng again, and asked with a smile: "What is the intersection of time and space?"

He Jian's mood quickly calmed down and replied: "Time and space are the most difficult abstract matter to describe, but that place can be mellow and unified, and unobtrusive. How to say, oh, yes It means that you cannot feel the passage of time and the changes of space in it."

"This..." Ouyang Ming took a deep breath.

I secretly asked in my heart, is this really related to Xu Aoran? Then what level does his cultivation get? At this moment, even a faint fear appeared in his heart.

The way of time and the way of space are too far away for him.

Just like, how can a mortal want to pick the stars in the sky?

Just when Ouyang Ming was secretly shocked in his heart, a body full of black smoke sprang out.

There are only black eyes in his pupils, no white eyes. They are all the purest and deepest black, which seems to contain the **** of the nose. His body was full of rotten flesh, tattered, and dripping with yellow water and black mist. Moreover, behind him, a black stripe, like a black stripe drawn with ink, gleamed with a deep light, which was extremely coquettish.

He Jian flicked his finger, and the sword box vibrated!

At this moment, an indifferent voice rang: "Go away, this is the black mist corpse that ran out of the black mist mountain. It is extremely poisonous and will die if you touch it!"

At the same time, a **** arrow feather whizzed from a distance, tearing the sky full of yellow sand open a heart-palpitating hole, spinning continuously, all spiritual power was concentrated on the arrow, roaring endlessly," With a bang, it shot directly into the head of the black mist corpse, exploded completely, and suddenly faint red blood splashed in all directions.

He Jian and Ouyang Ming's faces changed slightly, and at the same time they moved backwards, their sleeves were lifted, and the blood was thrown out.

Their movements are so fast that they don't get the slightest blood on their bodies.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the wry smiles in their eyes.

The other party made such a reckless action to save talents, and it is really unreasonable to blame.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man walked slowly behind a woman of twenty-eight years old.

This middle-aged man is holding a ten-foot-high horn bow, with broad shoulders, and a slight pressure between his eyebrows. He is obviously of good standing. And this young woman wore a long skirt with a red and blue base and white as the main color. With long hair curled up and a silver hairpin inserted, his face was full of arrogance, with a deep sneer under his eyes, he raised his chin, unwilling to speak.

The cultivation base has also reached the elementary level of the spiritual being, but the aura is mixed, and the qi is agitated. Obviously, it is forcibly upgraded with a pill.

Ouyang Ming and He Jian both sink their qi into their hearts. With the cultivation base of these two people, they are naturally unable to see through.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and said, "This place is close to Heiwu Mountain, it is extremely dangerous, and it is better not to rush in with your two cultivation bases. Although there are endless good fortunes in it, it is not something ordinary people can bring. Go." When he said this, he didn't even look at Ouyang Ming, because in his heart, condescending and condescending to talk to this kind of ant, he also reminded them that it has been a blessing that they have been difficult to cultivate in a few lifetimes. NS.

He doesn't have any bad heart, but he doesn't want to talk to people whose cultivation level is lower than him.

After all, this is the spiritual world, the strong are respected, the weak have no right to speak, and even the right to survive will be deprived.

Isn't that the case with the villages slaughtered by foreign races?

Because you are weak, you will be slaughtered, your blood will be swallowed, and you will even be captured by the clan and raised in captivity, just like harvesting wheat.

In the world of monks, Jagged Ruthless is the main theme. They are all for the sake of contending for the good fortune of the world, for longevity and seeking the great road.

As soon as the voice fell, the man and the woman raised their chins, raised their heads slightly, and looked arrogant as they galloped away.

Ouyang Ming rubbed his eyebrows and said jokingly: "I didn't expect the sword **** to be despised."

He Jian's expression is plain and peaceful, quite a state of indifferent indifferent to things and sadness. He smiled and said: "What sword god? Just an old man with a frail body and half body in the coffin. It's perishable. In the past, everything was just passing by, so I couldn't take it seriously." As he said, he pulled the shoulder strap up by two inches, and the sword box moved up two inches with his movements.

"With the sword box on his back, isn't it the Sword God?" Ouyang Ming looked at He Jian with piercing eyes.

He Jian was stunned. Numerous light arcs in his eyes overlapped and gathered in vain. He smiled bitterly: "I have practiced swords for a lifetime, carve the Taoist heart with wood carvings, but I haven't seen him clearly, so I feel ashamed. ."

Ouyang Ming waved his hands again and again, exhaling the coldness in his chest and abdomen: "Senior He can't see through, I don't want to see through."

As soon as the voice fell, his footsteps were light, and he lifted slightly, half of his shoes plunged into the fine yellow sand, and he walked forward staringly.

He Jian looked at his back, a bit bitter in his heart, and followed him.

In the depths of his heart, he also wants to be a Venerable~IndoMTL.com~ but the foundation has been broken, what else can be done? But there was still a trace of illusion in his heart, returning to Jianfeng for endless good fortune.

The last time I only got a form of residual formula from outside the peak, I made myself a mountain in front of all the Taoists. If I can enter it, can I make up for its foundation? Dantian transforms the lake and enters the mysterious realm to take a look. Therefore, he took the initiative to bring Ouyang Ming to find Jianfeng, because he regarded Ouyang Ming as the successor of this powerful sword art. He was just outside the mountain last time, following him, and was able to step into the peak.

Everyone has selfishness, even him, it's the same. This is the person, the real person.

The two moved all the way forward, and it didn't take long for a cold, damp, cold wind to blow.

Ouyangming looked far away, and as far as his eyes were, there was an endless black mist. Countless storms kept spinning, faintly flashing black arcs.

On the periphery of this black mist, there are actually dense black mist corpses, as many as cow hair, their eyes are dull, there is no aura, and their bodies are black.

Not far from the black fog, there are ten naturally formed terraces.

Each seat is thousands of feet long, and all kinds of weird and strange stripes are engraved on it, which makes people have to feel the magical craftsmanship of nature.

Thousands of people stood on each terrace, looking at the black mist with scorching eyes, with expectations in their eyes, as if they were waiting for something.

"Senior Ho, what's the matter with those people?" Ouyang Ming retracted his gaze, revealing a strange color in his eyes.

He Jian thought for a while, the memory in his mind flipped like a page, and he condensed in vain, and replied: "Brother Yu, this is the Heiwu Mountain, the only way to go to that place. I had enough. It took pains to pass through. Moreover, the most strange thing is that there is a huge spring in the depths of the black mist. Every three months, the spring will erupt, and many spiritual treasures will be ejected from the ground."