I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

There is nothing but a pool of blood in the cave.

Not knowing what was going on outside, Ning Ruan and the other three waited for nearly half an hour, but no outsiders broke in.

This is obviously not normal.

Because there is still a competition over there in the square, the winner should be passed into the cave.

"Who couldn't have fought all the way to the square with the blood sword?" Mu Yiqiu suddenly thought of something.

The little fat man nodded, "I don't rule out this possibility."

"..." Mu Yiqiu couldn't help but say something rude, "I don't know who kept this sword here. A good sword pool was used for this thing. No wonder the entire sect is gone. It’s also considered retribution.”

"Who said the sword must be raised by that sect?" Ning Ruan said suddenly.

next moment.

Two "full and full" spiritual swords flew out of the blood pool.

He returned to the sword box.

"What did you mean just now? Not the sect? Who could it be?" Seeing Ning Ruan still staring at the blood pool, Mu Yiqiu subconsciously asked.

"Miss Ning, are you referring to Wen Yun? He was once possessed by a demon and was a swordsman in the Twelve Realms. He must have broken the barrier a thousand years ago. It would be fair to say that he raised his sword here." Unlike Mu Yiqiu's hindsight, Tang Yi suddenly realized what he was doing.

Mu Yiqiu was still confused: "...are you talking about the Wen Yun who came to the undersea ruins to look for the jade tablet of immortality? Hasn't he already died?"

Ning Ruan raised his eyes and glanced at her, "There is no conflict between raising a sword and falling, and...who can dare to be sure that he has fallen?"

As soon as these words came out.

Even the little fat man's eyes widened in shock, "Miss Ning, you mean... is that old devil Wen Yun still alive?"

Ning Ruan did not answer this question.

She was staring down at the bottom of the pool of blood.

After staring for a while, he suddenly patted the sword box.

The red sword flew out, and under the control of divine consciousness, fell into the blood pool again.

This time, it flew out of the blood pool quickly.

But at the tip of the sword, there was a corpse with only a skeleton left.

The skeleton is black.

He was also wearing a tattered robe.

In the hand of the skeleton, there is a broken sword.

"Hey, this corpse..." The little fat man looked shocked.

soon.

He took out a sword tip from the storage ring, leaned over, and put the sword tip against the broken sword.

Mu Yiqiu was surprised and said, "We are actually facing each other. This is the same sword!"

"Damn it, could this be Wen Yun?" The little fat man looked at the Cloud-Smashing Sword on the ground that was obviously split into two, and the answer was obvious.

However, they were still speculating just now that the blood pool was created by Wen Yun.

The other party's body was discovered right now.

Don’t be too outrageous in your brief introduction.

"That's not right. Didn't you say that Wen Yun's sword has evil aura? What about the evil aura? It's the same as the tip of the sword. Because of some accident, the evil aura disappeared?"

Mu Yiqiu just finished speaking.

Then the little fat man's serious voice came, "This blood pool is weird. It's normal that the evil spirit cannot be retained."

That's weird...

If the evil spirit in this sword was not eaten by those two swords, his surname would not be Tang!

Mu Yiqiu:......

"So what are we going to do with this body?"

She didn't want to be walking around with a dead body.

Ning Ruan raised her eyebrows and raised her head slightly.

The red sword picked up the corpse again and threw it back into the blood pool.

"Let's go, there should be no trace of the Immortal Jade Tablet here."

Done.

Ning Ruan took back Xiaohong, held it in her hand, and strode outside.

Mu Yiqiu stared blankly at the blood pool, swallowed, and quickly caught up, "Ning Buruan, wait for us."

……

Take the south exit.

Did not return the same way.

Soon.

The three of them returned to the gold and jade stone house.

Inside the stone house.

Nothing has changed.

There was only one more corpse in a miserable state of death.

Every part of his body was eroded by evil spirits.

The face is black.

"No, isn't this the person who wanted to kill Ning Buruan just now? Didn't he go to report the news? Why did he die here?"

Mu Yiqiu stared at the corpse for a moment, and instantly recognized the identity of the deceased.

"It's weird, didn't this person go out later? How did they meet?" Tang Yi looked confused.

Just now.

Outside the stone house, Uncle Liu's slightly anxious voice suddenly came:

"Sir, you are finally out."

After hearing this, the three of them gave up studying the corpse and walked out of the stone house.

Then he saw Uncle Liu and Uncle Dong outside the stone house who finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, have you seen fellow Taoist Shepherd? He just went in to look for you." Uncle Liu seemed to have remembered something and asked suddenly.

Mu Yiqiu was stunned, "My second grandfather? Did he go in too?"

Uncle Liu nodded and said slowly:

"None of us are sword cultivators. We were sent into the corridor before and were sent back not long after. We don't know what happened inside.

Later, I saw the corpse in the stone house. He was already depressed as soon as he was teleported out, and he was obviously injured by something fierce.

Only the sword cultivator, Taoist Fellow Mu, can go in and look for you. "

"Damn it, that guy named Yang Li didn't escape at all, but stayed inside, right?" Tang Yi said suddenly.

"..."