The gray-black mist was churning up and down. In the extreme darkness, these mist clusters seemed to carry a dead gray light. And in the gray mist package, countless long smokes were like entangled and wriggling snakes, heading toward Ning. It rushed in the direction of the long fall, but it was extremely afraid of the light of the Golden Crow and did not dare to approach.
In the feeling of falling, Ning Jiujiu accumulated his only consciousness and bit the tip of his tongue. The pain made him briefly awake. He opened his golden pupils. He could no longer see the edge of the cliff, those tiny, smoke-condensed objects. The full field of vision was occupied by snakes, which were densely packed like corpse crickets and had gathered into hurricane-like inverted cones. Just one look at them would make one's scalp explode.
During the rapid fall, Ning Jiujiu held the sword in his hand and stabbed around. Fortunately, he did not fall too far from the cliff. The short sword touched the hard rock wall not far after reaching out.
His spiritual energy quenched the blade and plunged it in. His body also hit the rock wall due to the force, and then following the inertia of the fall, the spirit-quenched blade kept sliding along the smooth wall like cutting through rotten soil. , a very long ravine was cut along the way.
Ning Jiujiu didn't know how long he would continue to fall in this abyss, but people always have an instinctive fear of the unknown darkness. During the fall, he glanced down, as if he could see countless evil and hidden things in the darkness. Dangerous.
His Taoist heart was constantly ringing, making him unable to calm down at all. He clutched the hilt of the sword tightly, with almost no feeling in his wrists and arms. The Golden Crow could not condense into a specific shape, and wherever it passed, it dragged out A long golden light strip appeared, and the light strips came together little by little in the darkness, like golden fishing lines hanging down from the sky.
After he sank into the wall with his sword, the speed of his descent became much slower, so the fear brought by the abyss seemed to be stretched out for a long time. He was in this heart-stopping length, suppressing his trembling. The restless heart tried its best to calm down the emotions.
The Golden Crow became one with him. His physical condition became worse and worse, and the Golden Crow became weaker and weaker. Finally, it collapsed into a ball of golden light and suddenly penetrated into Ning Jiujiu's body. Ning Jiujiu felt it. There was a touch of warmth in his chest, which helped him dispel a lot of coldness.
The blade of the sword kept rubbing against the wall, sparks flying everywhere, and soon the pressure on the sword almost reached its extreme.
But Ning Jiujiu knew that without this sword, he would fall into the abyss and might even be shattered to pieces.
He pressed the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and gritted his teeth. Not sure if it was an illusion, but when he glanced down out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint green light.
The lights were very far away, very small, and arranged according to a certain formation pattern. They looked like constellations in the night sky, but they had a certain meaning of paying homage to the dead.
Ning Jiujiu was unable to find out what it was. He could only make a preliminary judgment that it was the bottom of the abyss. The practitioners in the past had hollowed out a mountain. He was equivalent to falling directly from the top to the bottom!
Still falling at a high speed, the distance between him and those strange ghost fires was shortened in an instant.
The will-o'-the-wisp kept enlarging in his sight, and the fear in his heart grew uncontrollably. When the sword in his hand burned to the extreme, it exploded with a crisp sound, and the broken sword that had been stuck in the rock wall suddenly disappeared. The thing he was relying on slipped into the empty space - there was a fault in the rock wall, and he entered a wider space!
Ning Jiujiu roared, and all his spiritual power surged out, protecting his body before he was about to fall into the surrounding lights.
boom!
Ning Chang's body fell to the ground. His back was in severe pain, as if he had hit something. He didn't care. He just rolled a few times to relieve the impact of the fall, and then hit the hard stone pier again.
It was a huge stone pier like a round mill under the dragon-draping pillar.
Ning Changjiu's throat felt sweet and he vomited blood. His body curled up in pain, his hands and feet trembled. The blood flowed to his cheeks and covered his eyelids. He stretched out his sleeves and touched his face, trying to wipe away the blood.
He stood up with difficulty, but his body was too seriously injured, and his golden eyes could not focus anyway. He had no choice but to open his slightly weaker sword eyes and look around.
It was a huge circular space.
This space is made of huge stones, solemn and solemn.
On the ground, there are countless strange utensils piled up. It is difficult to distinguish what those utensils are at first glance, but the varying thicknesses of dust falling on them can be seen to be many years old, and many of those utensils are covered with A layer of old cloth. The material of the cloth is very special, it is a bit fluffy, and the four corners of the cloth are also tied with threads.
It must have been something thrown from above. Because I was afraid of direct damage to the object, I tied such a cloth and let it slowly fall here.
Ning Jiujiu once asked Yan Zhou what was hidden here. Yan Zhou told him that there are many remaining treasures in this world. They are very precious, but the demonic and evil nature on them or other breaths that can pollute the spirit cannot be erased. I can only bear the pain and hide it.
And in this huge space under the hidden peak, countless such evil weapons are scattered.
That should have been found by the first-generation peak masters, artifacts left over from the era when the gods were at war.
The evil nature of the utensils filled this space, making Ning Jiujiu feel strong discomfort. He could hear the screams and roars of ferocious beasts in his ears, and the blood and fire turned into real colors and burned. eyelid.
Fortunately, the spiritual energy in this space is also extremely abundant, even several times more abundant than in Hidden Peak.
This is similar to his initial guess. According to the phenomenon that spiritual energy will sink after reaching a sufficient concentration, the spiritual energy in the hidden peak will flow into this space like a waterfall. The purpose of accumulating such a large amount of spiritual energy is to suppress and wash away The demonic nature of these artifacts.
But even so, this should be a long process that takes hundreds of years.
Ning Jiujiu didn't think that falling here was his chance. He didn't dare to try to control any artifact, and he didn't need to take such a risk.
But those demonic weapons seemed to have been alone for too long. After feeling the breath of strangers, they made a trembling sound that was almost longing, as if urging him to pick them up.
Ning ignored these sounds for a long time.
The rich spiritual energy poured into his body. After briefly adjusting his breath, he began to look for the exit of this space.
He stood up and looked around slowly with a pair of sword eyes.
The faint green light spots he saw before were all lights. Now there is no barrier of rich spiritual energy. The lights that appear in front of him are all pure milky white. The lamp pole is also extremely long. I don’t know what kind of material is hidden inside. How could this fire last for hundreds of years
Ning Jiujiu stood up along the huge stone pier.
His head suddenly hit something extremely hard, causing some pain.
He moved away a little, and a bone-chilling chill instinctively filled his body.
He felt that there was an extremely dangerous thing behind him. It felt like a long sword as sharp as iron against his back. As long as the other party exerted a little force, it could pierce his heart.
And he didn't realize it until now.
Ning calmed down for a long time. As his mood calmed down, the sense of danger gradually receded. He turned around, opened his sword eyes, and saw something like a white skeleton. He felt something was wrong, and then took a few steps back. After taking a few steps back, he finally saw clearly what it was.
The dragon-wrapped pillar that runs through the mountain peak is really wrapped with a dragon!
That dragon-shaped thing is a huge object with jagged bones. It wraps around the giant pillar in circles and goes up. Only after dozens of feet can you see the head. If you separate the body wrapped around the pillar, you don't know how long it will be. .
As soon as Ning Jiujiu saw it, he felt a strange emotion in his heart. That emotion was neither fear nor excitement. He didn't know how to describe it. It just felt like an epic feeling of great changes.
After looking carefully, he found that it was not a keel because it had no four claws. It looks more like a giant python that only exists in mythology. It has been dead for many years. The huge body wrapped around the pillar still carries an unconcealable terror, and its cone-like head is raised diagonally upward. He stood up and looked at the location of the exit in this deep well-like space.
This tilting and looking up movement is like a living thing, making people feel that it will wake up again at any time, slide quickly along this dragon-wrapped pillar, and return to its kingdom again.
The huge sense of oppression almost made Ning Jiujiu breathless. At this moment, in the endless darkness and the cold light, the sound of a voice made Ning Jiujiu feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The voice was old and weak, like the wind mixed with sand and dust, with an uncomfortable flatness and astringency. The owner of the voice should be an old man with white hair and beard, half-foot in the coffin.
But that's the only sound here and now.
"This is the corpse of Ba Snake. Back then, the desert man rode an elephant to kill the snake demon, but the elephant was forcefully swallowed by the Ba Snake. More than half of the tribe of the desert man was also injured. Later, the snake demon was killed by someone unknown, and the bones fell to the ground. In the Southern Wilderness."
That voice had a strange magic power, as if just listening to it once would make you believe every word the other person said.
Ning Changjiu looked dazed for a moment. The golden crow in his heart suddenly roared, and a sense of clarity flooded into his eyes. He blurted out: "Who are you?"
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On the sword field, Ning Xiaoling never waited for Ning Changjiu.
In the first competition, she defeated her opponent with only three sword strikes, shocking everyone with her skills. However, she did not put away her sword after winning. When the disciple saw Ning Xiaoling pointing the sword at herself, she thought it was a deliberate humiliation and almost cried. When Ning Xiaoling came out, she realized what she was doing and quickly withdrew her sword and apologized.
Uncle Yazhu announced the winner.
Lu Marion stood at a high place, with a bit of confusion between her smoke-like brows. She felt that Ning Xiaoling seemed a little strange. Then she looked around and understood the reason.
On such an important day, Ning Jiujiu didn't come? What on earth is he doing
Ning Xiaoling walked towards the rest table. She held her sword and suddenly covered her heart. It was a feeling similar to the feeling of stepping on the air in her sleep. This feeling made her very worried. She I feel that there is no way that my senior brother will not come to see me. Is this... Could something have happened
Her brows were always furrowed, her heart was pounding, and she was restless, and her sword heart could not calm down at all.
Lerou also noticed something strange about Ning Xiaoling. Her thoughts were different from Ning Xiaoling's. She wondered if Ning Jiujiu had seen through her plan again and was afraid that I would expose him in the sword trial meeting, so she didn't come on purpose.
The coming and going of an outer disciple should have been an insignificant matter, but at this moment it aroused a different atmosphere in the venue, and that atmosphere was emanating from Ning Xiaoling.
Her distraction, uneasiness, and agitation were palpable to all.
"Next round, Ning Xiaoling, Xu Weiran!"
Yazhu announced the names of the two sides to face in the next round.
Xu Weiran is recognized as the one with the highest level of cultivation among the male disciples in the peak, Nan Cheng. He is also the only person Ning Xiaoling thought he should be wary of before. Although this senior brother Xu Weiran has nothing outstanding in his swordsmanship, he is better than him. When everything is stable, every sword he throws is offensive and defensive in an orderly manner, and it is almost difficult to find any flaws at the same level.
But at this moment, Ning Xiaoling's mind was not on this at all. Her heart was beating loudly. She was becoming more and more sure that something must have happened to her senior brother!
"Xiao Ling." Master Yazhu called her.
Ning Xiaoling, who was a little distracted, finally came back to her senses. She stood up with the sword in hand, pointing down, and slid feebly across the sword field.
Seeing this scene, Yazhu looked displeased and said, "Didn't I teach you in daily life? The tip of the sword is the real killing weapon, but it is also the most fragile part of the sword. You must not touch the bricks at will. Any damage to the sword will be fatal in a master's life-and-death struggle!"
Listening to Yazhu's scolding, Ning Xiaoling became more awake and answered: "Yes."
Yazhu looked at her and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and shook her head.
Yazhu said: "Then let's get started."
Xu Weiran looked at the absent-minded girl in front of him. He didn't know what level Ning Xiaoling was now, but she had defeated an upper-level disciple in three moves before. The strength she showed would never allow any Xiao Bei, thinking about this, Xu Weiran wiped away the flash of sourness in his heart, and took up the sword stance in a serious manner.
Ning Xiaoling suddenly turned around and ran in the direction of Lu Marry. She leaned into Lu Marry's ear and whispered something.
I don't know what the nervous matter was, but as soon as Ning Xiaoling opened her mouth, Lu Yuanxiang's body tensed up a lot, and the sword energy emanating from her body became even more fierce.
After listening to Ning Xiaoling's words, Lu Marian felt a little nervous. She gathered her voices together and said, "Did Ning Jiujiu just forget the time?"
Ning Xiaoling shook her head decisively. She didn't know how to explain her agreement with her senior brother. She just said seriously: "Master, senior brother must be in danger now!"
Lu Marry still didn't believe it and said, "With Ning Changjiu's ability, what could happen in this peak that would put him in danger?"
Ning Xiaoling knew her senior brother better and said with a sad face: "Although senior brother is powerful, you also know that he can always provoke something even more powerful..."
Lu Marian briefly recalled it and found that it was indeed the case along the way. Even though she had full confidence in Ning Jiujiu, she couldn't help but feel worried.
But she was thinking about many things about Tianku Peak, and for a moment she couldn't think of the possibility that could threaten Ning Jiujiu.
Lu Marian patted her shoulder lightly and warned: "You can attend the sword trial with peace of mind first, and I will help you find Ning Changjiu."
Ning Xiaoling felt a little relieved now, but she couldn't let go of her hanging heart.
Yazhu stood not far away, quietly waiting for the outcome of the conversation between Ning Xiaoling and Lu Marian. For some reason, even she felt a faint uneasiness lingering in her heart. She always felt that at this moment, Something is happening secretly in the peak.
After Ning Xiaoling had a brief conversation with Lu Marian, Lu Marian stood up and said a few words to Ya Zhu, and then left the sword field temporarily.
Regarding Master's passing, many people felt a sense of loss in their hearts. There are also many people who have guessed the reason why the master left, and are angry and dissatisfied in their hearts. They wonder if the master treats the outer disciple as a closed disciple. Ning Changjiu is not qualified to participate in the sword trial at Tianku Peak. Whether he comes or not What does it have to do with coming
This Ning Xiaoling is really a female swordsman with a promising future, and may even take over the position of master in the future. How come she is trapped by Ning Jiujiu, an outer disciple
In addition to being dissatisfied, many people also have jealousy in their hearts.
After a small disturbance, the sword competition in the sword field began again. Ning Xiaoling dismissed many distracting thoughts and stared at the sword in Xu Weiran's hand without any distractions. Her realm was higher than that of Xu Weiran. As long as she didn't make any mistakes, There is no possibility of losing.
The battle ended unexpectedly quickly, and Ning Xiaoling lost.
Xu Weiran breathed a sigh of relief and said concession, but he found that there was no frustration on the face of the girl in front of him, but an expression of pain. The sword in Ning Xiaoling's hand fell to the ground, and she covered herself with her fingers. He slowly squatted down on his chest, then touched one knee to the ground, grabbing the hilt of the sword in search of a sense of security, but scenes lingered in his mind.
In those scenes, there are ruin-like spaces, white-bone pythons, old men with blurred faces, endless gray-black mist, and...
She groaned miserably, and her head felt like it was going to explode.
It was this image that suddenly invaded her brain that slowed down her sword-drawing speed by half a beat, allowing Xu Weiran to seize the opportunity and win in one fell swoop.
Yazhu ran over immediately. She had never encountered such a situation before. She looked at the possessed girl and asked softly: "Bewitched?"
The other disciples were also panicked. Xu Weiran stood there, a little at a loss, thinking that he didn't use any extraordinary sword moves just now.
But Ning Xiaoling's physical condition came and went quickly. Her tense body quickly relaxed. She stretched out her hand, subconsciously grabbed something, and softly called Senior Brother, Senior Brother...
Many of the people present were her senior brothers, but they knew that the only senior brother Ning Xiaoling mentioned was the boy in white.
Yazhu touched her forehead, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated her body to explore. At this moment, Ning Xiaoling's body had returned to calm.
Yazhu breathed a sigh of relief and helped her sit down.
It was only at this moment that word of what happened in Hidden Peak spread bit by bit.
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At the bottom of the peak, Ning Changjiu held only one section of the sword, which was twisted out of shape. He looked at an old man walking out from behind the giant snake's bones. The old man could not see any facial features. He looked like... Ancient stone statues weathered by wind and rain.
"I am the tombkeeper here, looking after this cemetery... I have been dead for many years. You are the first stranger I have ever seen. Young man, where did you come from? Who did you learn from? Now you are the No. 1 in the peak. How many generations of disciples? I have been here for more than three hundred years. I have been waiting for a disciple who can inherit my mantle. I want to use this set of Yujian Tianzong's true peerless sword before the last moment of my life. Teach him the Dharma, young man, answer my questions, and then kneel in front of this stone tablet. From today on, you can get the only true inheritance of Tianzong... You don't want it to be lost to the world, right?"
The old man's words were thick and profound, with unspeakable conviction, leaving no room for doubt.
Ning Jiujiu seemed to be intoxicated by his words. He lowered his sword and walked slowly over. He walked around the huge stone pier and walked in front of the old man. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to express something piously. The old man's face also showed kindness and satisfaction towards the younger generation.
Then, a sword light suddenly lit up from his sleeve and struck towards the old man.
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(In poor condition, I only coded one chapter of QAQ)