The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

When Lan Tian woke up, the setting sun was smiling at her on the top of the mountain in the west.

Caixia spreads across the horizon, much like a woman's skirt.

She always imagined that she could have such a beautiful skirt, just like the ones worn by children from rich families in the town.

The afterglow of the setting sun pushed the huge mountain shadow over and pressed on her.

She turned back and saw a shocking crack in the ground, starting from her feet and extending to the distant east with no end in sight.

The crack was very wide and deep, and it was dark inside with a fresh earthy smell, as if it had been newly cultivated by the family's old cows.

Li Muchen was lying on the edge of the crack not far away, half of his body hanging there, almost about to fall.

Beside him, there is a dark iron piece.

Lantian didn't think it was a sword because it was too dark. Although it had a handle, it was simpler than her hatchet and had no decoration at all.

Li Muchen was motionless and seemed to be unconscious.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Lan Tian called out several times, but when he got no response, he crawled over, threw himself on Li Muchen, and shook him vigorously.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

After a long time, Li Muchen finally opened his eyes.

Lan Tian smiled: "Uncle, you're awake!"

Li Muchu glanced at Lantian's apple-red face and misty tearful eyes, then reached out and stroked her hair.

He felt a tearing pain all over his body.

Since he completed his rebirth, he has not been in such a situation for a long time. Even when he experienced a thunderstorm on the Great Wall last time, he did not suffer this kind of physical pain.

In the first few years when I went to Tiandu Peak, I soaked in the medicine jar every day and was molested by my brothers and sisters. Every time I came out of the medicine jar, I felt as uncomfortable as I do today.

He sat up with difficulty, and then saw the big crack.

The crack is about two meters wide, from shallow to deep. The cliffs on both sides are as flat as cut, and they stretch into the distance, with no end visible at a glance. A hill in the middle was actually divided into two halves.

From the shape of the crack, Li Muchen could tell at a glance that it was by no means naturally formed. Judging from the earthy smell in the crack, it has just been formed.

This is a sword seam!

Li Muchen looked at the dark sword beside him.

If it wasn't flat and had a hilt, maybe it would be more appropriate to call it a fire stick.

But it is indeed a sword.

Of course, Li Muchen did not have the ability to carve out such a sword seam on the earth. Even if he borrowed an immortal sword from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he would not be able to exert such powerful power.

Then there is only one possibility.

This was not cut by Li Muchen, but the power of the sword.

Master once said when talking about swords that a famous sword has a spirit and its own magical power. If it is buried in a box, this power will be accumulated. The longer it is buried, the greater the accumulated power will be. One day, it will break out of the box and die. out.

Once this kind of sword is born, it will shake the world, and its sword energy can reach three thousand miles.

Therefore, there is often a saying in the world that a famous sword is born, its purple light reaches the sky, and it shoots a bullfight for the first time.

This sword should be such a famous sword.

It was sealed in this secret realm and fought against a real dragon. Whether the dragon suppressed the sword energy or the sword energy locked the dragon body, the sword body must have accumulated huge energy.

Even if Li Muchen doesn't pull it out, one day it will break through the constraints and suppression, and break through the blockade of this space.

And Li Muchen just happened to have the opportunity, and at such a moment, what was bound to happen happened in advance.

Thinking of this, Li Muchen's heart suddenly moved and he thought of the dragon.

Now that I think about it carefully, it seems that the dragon had no intention of killing him, at least not with all its strength. Otherwise, he and Lan Tian might not survive this moment.

Moreover, at the last moment, Long Mingming had escaped from trouble. At that time, Li Muchen had already lost his strength. It was easy for Long to kill him.

As a result, not only did he not die, but he was thrown out of the secret realm by the power of the dragon before the space crack closed.

Li Muchen couldn't help but wonder whether this dragon wanted to borrow his hand and pull out the sword from the very beginning?

When he used the Thunder God Ax to trigger thunder in the wasteland and kill the Yinshan Ancestor, he opened a space rift and the dragon found the opportunity, so the dragon soul appeared and dragged them into the secret realm.

When they entered the secret realm, the dragon did not rush to attack immediately. When Li Muchen was ready, he forced Li Muchen to get close to its body and saw the sword wrapped in black energy.

What a scheming one-stop service!

Li Muchen sighed.

Of course he wouldn't argue with a dragon, he couldn't beat it anyway. He couldn't be beaten with a sword stuck in his back, and now that he was free, it was even more impossible to beat him.

Li Muchen gently held the hilt of the sword, picked up the black sword and looked at it carefully.

There is nothing special about it except that it is cold, and the spiritual consciousness cannot sense its spirituality. It is completely different from the feeling when it was pulled out of the dragon just now.

Looking at the material of the sword body, it looks like black iron.

Black iron is the best material for making magic weapons. As a disciple of Kunlun Tiandu, he has certainly seen it before.

However, the material of this sword is still different from that of black iron, and it seems to be more advanced than black iron.

The sword body is simple and has no unnecessary decoration.

There are two tadpole inscriptions on the joint between the hilt and the blade.

Li Muchen specially studied tadpole script and bird and insect script in Tiandu, because this kind of script was commonly used for ancient spells, rather than the seal script used by later generations.

Xuan Ming

This should be the name of this sword.

But Li Muchen had never heard of this sword, and it was not recorded in Tiandu's "Book of Immortal Weapons" or "Records of Famous Swords."

Judging from the power of the sword just now, it seems that this shouldn't be the case.

Li Muchen tried many times, but still couldn't complete the connection between his consciousness and the sword to activate the sword spirit.

Maybe this sword is dead.

Real magic weapons have a life of their own, and their life will be exhausted.

It is said that at the end of the life of the magic weapon, the power it bursts out will be more powerful than usual.

Like a burning star, it emits huge amounts of energy before it dies.

Therefore, when a practitioner is at the critical moment of life or death, he will also self-destruct his magic weapon, thereby causing greater harm. Just like that, he would not only lose a magic weapon, but also damage his own cultivation. Because the magic weapon is psychic and has a resonance with the soul and spirit of the practitioner, over time, it can even become one.

Li Muchen looked at this "dead" black sword, shook his head slightly and sighed.

But at this moment, Lan Tian's words startled him.

"Uncle, there is a ghost in you!"