The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 26

In the dilapidated dark space, a thousand-year-old glowing fire lamp, still burning with its endless core, lights up the dim lights, flickering and flickering.

Suddenly, a mysterious colorful aurora broke the silence of the ancient dark room.

After the dazzling light faded away, it was the jumping red figure that slammed into the corner of the wall and let out a miserable cry.

"it hurts!"

With his left hand rubbing his forehead that hit the wall hard, Nan Sixian stood up with an unhappy expression and looked around.

From the outside, this seems to be an ancient fully enclosed tomb?

The people buried in it were probably not high-ranking officials or nobles, it was completely empty, except for the countless red silk silks hanging in the air, staggered to outline what kind of formation it should be, and there were no gold, silver or jewelry. collection.

——Hmph, the dungeon of the quest for me to pick up girls is just such a small room like this?Really boring.

Originally, when she was teleported, she comforted herself that this first dungeon might be rewarded with enough rare treasures every day.As a result, this rotten place is nothing but a treasure, there is nothing but a broken coffin.

etc……?Broken coffin...?

Nan Sixian reached out to brush the dust off his body, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

There has never been a reason for things like dungeons to be treasured for nothing.They often arrange a monster or the like to challenge the player, and rewards are given only when they win.

Then, according to the style of the tomb, whether it was a skeleton or a zombie, the person lying in the coffin might be her target.

Considering that the size of this space is not suitable for using Fuxiqin, Nan Sixian could only swallow cautiously, approached with bare hands, and looked into the coffin.

In that very ordinary coffin, which seemed to be piled up with just a few random pieces of trees, there should be a person lying quietly, um, from the figure, it is probably a woman.

First of all, the possibility of skeleton boss is ruled out, so should she face zombies?

Nan Sixian poked her probe forward again, trying hard to see what was in the coffin, but it was really hard to identify it only by the light of an oil lamp, so she had to risk provoking monsters, and condensed a flower in her hand. The white flower of spiritual power shone inward.

As the strong light penetrated into it, the scene inside the dilapidated coffin gradually became clearer, and she was finally able to see the woman's appearance clearly.

Peerless beauty!

Although her knowledge of this world is still shallow, the woman inside the coffin is definitely a rare beauty in this world, even Ji Xue, who made her so amazing, is hard to distinguish.

No, if the temperament bonus is counted, Ji Xue's dead ice cube looks better!

Nan Sixian shook her head, and secretly made a relatively arbitrary evaluation in her heart based on her personal preferences, but this did not interfere with the reality that that woman was really good-looking.

She was wearing an old but solemn and gorgeous white dress, her slender waist was completely outlined by the emerald green jade belt. On the thick clothes, even if there was a layer of green radish that looked like gauze and mist, it could not cover up her slender waist. That proud figure.

In the black hair that has been black for hundreds of years, there are a few conspicuous golden spots, tied at the end of the hair with a red gold thread, and hanging down to the chest and abdomen at an obedient angle.

Her skin is as white as jade, her face is soft and delicate, her eyebrows are lightly curved with willow leaves, and her nose bridge is tall and delicate. Her whole person is like the exquisiteness that can only exist in classical paintings, which is shocking.

After just looking at it for the first time, Nan Sixian had an absurd idea that he never wanted to look away, and it was born silently in his heart.

It was as if the treasure that had been lost thousands of years ago was back in front of my eyes.

Countless passages of time, ungraspable fleeting years, unimpeded by any trivial matters, the only pure obsession, reverberation, chants...

"Remember, you are my property, no one can touch you!"

The blood spilled into the clear sky, as if somewhere magnificent and shocking at the end of the great war reappeared, among them was a beautiful person, white clothes blowing in the wind, facing the immortals alone.

The tightness in her chest made her eyes sore and her throat was trapped, almost making her unable to breathe.

—— Guilt.sin.What a beauty!She actually had hallucinations, but Miss Ben is firm and will never waver!

Putting her hands together and reciting the Buddha's words silently, the girl in red muttered indiscriminately, and immediately extinguished the flower of spiritual power, shaking her head.

The woman in white didn't have the slightest disgusting smell of corruption, and she didn't look like an old corpse. If I had to say it, it wasn't death, but time stopped? !

However, from this point of view, the monster she had to deal with was not this woman anymore.

But there is nothing else in this small tomb room, right?What the hell, is it still air!

Nan Sixian complained annoyedly and stood up straight, but the moment she turned her head, she accidentally confirmed her boring complaint——

"Meow! Ghost!"

#System Tips# Congratulations to the host for successfully encountering the dungeon boss Qi Wugui, please kill him bravely and obtain the first-level authority of the Immortal Key.

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Yinhua Mountain, climbing the fairy road.

A few days have passed since this session of the Immortal Gate Selecting Apprentice Conference, and after the handover has been completely completed, the new entrance ceremony of the No. [-] sect of Dao Meridian Seven Mysteries has finally begun.

The colorful clouds are all over the place, and the voices are full of people.

The Longmen Hall, which specializes in banquet etiquette, can be described as a gathering of talents today.

In the eyes of the outsiders, the hall masters of the Nascent Soul Hall, who were already incomparably imposing, could only sit in a row around the outermost circle.

Further inwards are the masters of the main peaks of the Immortal Lindao, Xianluan Peak, which majors in spells, Lingyan Peak, which majors in alchemy, Yanxin Peak, which majors in formations, and Killing Soul Peak, which majors in punishment and warfare. .

A few of them had at least a mid-stage cultivation base, and even the Nascent Soul cultivator had to look up.

And the ones who are above the peak master are naturally the three strongest people besides the hermit who ascended to the Immortal Lindao, Daoist Shuangluo, Daoist Yishan, and Daoist Zibeard.

It is said that the three Daoist priests are all super masters with cultivation bases above the fusion stage, and to meet them as new disciples, it is worthwhile for those who have entered the immortal world!

Standing in the center of everyone, the young people who have stepped on the ladder to get entry qualifications are all excited and proud, welcoming the scrutiny of the future seniors.

"Hmph, at most it's only the sixth step of the Stairway to Heaven. The child who joined my school through the fairy gate this year may not be as good as the mortal girl under Senior Brother Ziran's subordinate? It's really useless."

Putting down a colorless sound barrier casually, Taoist Yishan turned his head to Zibeard Taoist with a proud contempt on his face and said.

"Junior brother, you think highly of Siya too much. Leaving aside her double-yielding furnace physique, even if she is allowed to participate in the selection of immortal disciples, she will only be able to reach the seventh level."

Zibeard Daoist smiled slightly, and answered calmly without changing his face, followed by tit-for-tat rhetorical questions.

"On the other hand, Long Aotian, whom you lay worshiped, junior brother, seems to have some unusual features?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he uttered these words, Daoist Yishan hadn't answered, but Qingshuang answered with displeasure in his eyes.

"Extraordinary?! It's just a filthy layman."

Hmph, when we first met, that man had an arrogant attitude and didn't know how to show respect to the elders, but a pair of thief eyes always invaded her body more.

The meaning of filth and lowliness is obvious, if he is not the descendant of Yishan, she would have sent that Long Aotian to the west with a palm!

"Oh, what Daoist Shuangluo said is wrong. Tian'er is only a young man. Seeing Meixin is happy, and it is also a compliment to you, senior sister." Daoist Yishan chuckled and changed the subject, "Speaking of it, the Nan family How is the secret treasure found now? It is said that the girl holding that thing worshiped the Fengming Sword Sect of that old guy Wang Yun?"

Mentioning Sword Master Wangyun, Daoist Yishan's eyes flashed coldly, as if he seemed a little out of tune.

"The ghost emperor's relic will definitely return to Dengxian Lindao." Qingshuang said with a cold face, "But now, the time has not come."

As long as that person is by Nan Sixian's side, no one will be able to get the things on her body, but when that person can't hold on, can a mere little shrimp who has just entered the realm of comprehension be able to turn the world upside down?

Just when the three Taoist venerables, who seemed to be in harmony with each other, were tempting each other with words, the entrance ceremony, which had never encountered any accidents in the millennium, was finally in a chain of coincidences, and something happened——

The fairy sounds are ethereal, and Yinhua Mountain is full of Taoism.

Even the hostile Wanli Demon Road, those demon cultivators would not dare to attack the door to make trouble, but today, it is destined to be no longer peaceful!

Luoxue, bring the obituary.Ink marks, sounding the gongs and drums of the god of death.

The loud sound of the collapse of the mountain guard shocked the heavens and the earth, and surprised everyone present. The cold sword of death, like a ghost, hit the monk's heart defense.

With the Supreme Sword Intent facing the mountain, the three priests left their seats and raised their heads in astonishment, staring at the sky.

In an instant, I was surprised to see Wan Jian leading the way, and an unexpected person came with a dark weapon, covering the sky and the earth, stepping on the flames of war.

The visitor is terrifying, so don't do it lightly!

Zibeard Daoist was the first to get rid of the fear in his heart, so he wanted to spread rumors and order everyone not to be impulsive. Unfortunately, for the disciples who could not feel the strength of their opponents at all, it was still a step too late.

"Where is the evildoer, how dare you act wildly on my Yinhua Mountain!"

I saw that the master of Xianluan Peak and the master of Killing Soul Peak were full of anger, each of them was in a state of profound cultivation, and their killing moves went straight to the white-haired swordsman one after the other.

The power of transforming the gods with anger is comparable to the anger of the heaven and the earth. The light of thousands of spells attracts endless spiritual energy to explode in the sky.

So strong, so invincible.

Whether they are new disciples or disciples who have never seen Feng take action before, they all proudly raised their chins and admired the spectacle of exterminating demons proudly.

However, the three Taoists all know that the gap is really too big——

"Mo asked Jianxin, and Can Xue touched the world several times."

"It's hard to get it back, lure the soul into a dream, and the strings of the Tao disturb the sound of the sword."

"Sigh, fate is far away, but the sword... will last forever!"

The clear sound pierced the sky, the clouds in the sky surged, and the surrounding atmosphere changed.A beautiful figure in the painting, the quiet book world is as elegant as Fengshui, and the silent counterattack is as if there is nothing.

Leisurely, even more arrogant...

In the next glance, there were thousands of turns, and the weeping blood ink sword groaned strangely, and the high-pitched sound shook the whole field.

Immediately, the long river of time stopped for killing, only one sword and one person danced frivolously, stretching like a deep, pouring blood red to the sky!

The cold voice that sings like a song is one step, smashing the spells of the sky, one sword, breaking the arm silently, it is the flying snowflakes reflecting the falling red sword, bringing out people who are mixed with black and white, and the way forward is unimpeded.

It is neither a discussion nor a passive and helpless move.

The swordsman whose eyes were really reddened by anger is like a piece of boiling snow that burns his soul, even if ghosts and gods block the way, he can't slow down or stop.

"I."

The white jade flawless fingertips traced along a strand of snow from the front of the forehead to the tip of the tail, swept across for a circle, and the stunningly beautiful woman with angry eyebrows and eyes sank, and uttered wild words coldly.

"With the lives of everyone present, I will redeem Nan Sixian and return alone."

"What do you guys think!"

Yu Luo's sword energy bloomed, and amidst the deadly snow dance all over the sky, the one who came was——

Misunderstood that the missing Nan Sixian was captured by the Immortal Lindao, Ji Xue who was full of guilt and remorse!