The demon witch is her white moonlight

Gray shadows rushed towards Le Xiaoyi one after another. These people had all kinds of weapons in their hands, but they were all forced to stop in front of the stone gate, and none of them managed to escape.

I don't know how long it took, Le Xiaoyi's numb body finally regained consciousness, she leaned back, leaning her back against the stone gate, panting profusely with sweat.

The restrained consciousness also returned to her body, she held the forehead with one hand, and brought the Sixuan sword into her arms, only to realize that she was holding it too tightly, the surface temperature of the scabbard was higher than usual, and it was still wet Sweat in her palms.

Those phantoms disappeared. I don't know if the temperature in the grotto is too high, or because there is an extra stone door. Le Xiaoyi feels that the air here has become thinner.

She bit her lip and got up.

Her knees were numb, and she almost couldn't stand up. She swayed a bit, and subconsciously pressed Shimen with her free hand to borrow strength.

It didn't matter if the button was pressed, Le Xiaoyi obviously felt Shimen tremble.

She withdrew her hand and froze by the door for a while in amazement. She clenched the scabbard tightly with her left hand, and stretched out her right hand again to press the talisman in the middle of the stone door.

hum-

Le Xiaoyi concluded that it was not an illusion, this stone gate really contained a mystery.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, then made a bold decision to mobilize the true energy in her body and inject it into Shimen.

The stone door vibrated again, and there was a buzzing sound inside.

Suddenly, Le Xiaoyi's eyes blurred, and a large bloodstain appeared on the clean stone door out of thin air, extending from the right corner to the upper left, scattered with many blood spots, covering the rune imprint on the door, shocking .

She seemed to feel something, let go of her hand, held the sword and turned around.

A man stood behind her.

The entire grotto was covered in blood.

Her gaze shifted from the man's empty hands to his face.

Without breath, Le Xiaoyi couldn't judge the depth of this person, but she had an inexplicable intuition that this person was not hostile to her.

She didn't know where this person came from, it was like a hallucination, and it was different from the hallucination just now.

Le Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at this person calmly.

The silence set off the sound of the bellows turning very clearly.

The man stood in a pool of blood, and after a long time, he finally said a word to Le Xiaoyi: "You can't get out of that door."

Le Xiaoyi's heart beat faster for no reason, she pursed her lips and squeezed Sixuan sword tightly, frowned and asked: "Then how can I get out?"

The man smiled with his mouth slightly open, not surprised at Le Xiaoyi's question, and told Le Xiaoyi in a tone full of regret: "If you come here, you can't get out."

"What if I have to go out?" Le Xiaoyi pressed his right heel against the stone steps, his face was not very good-looking.

She probably understood what the man's pitiful eyes meant, and she also knew that her sanity was on the verge of collapse, and now she was like a caged animal dying.

But she was not reconciled, and didn't want to just sit and wait for death.

Even the way she struggled must be ridiculous in this person's eyes.

The grotto became quiet again, the man just looked at Le Xiaoyi with a sad expression, but he didn't say anything to add insult to injury.

After a long time, so long that Le Xiaoyi thought he would never speak again, she heard the man ask her again: "Why did you come here?"

Le Xiaoyi's cultivation level is low, and he is not very old, so he is out of tune with this place, and is different from all the people who came here before.

"I don't know." Le Xiaoyi lowered his eyes.

Maybe she wanted to find a way to leave from this person, she exhaled, and said: "I am an outer disciple of the Sword God Sect. I participated in the Sword Forging Ceremony and came to Sword Mountain to practice. I was sent into a deep pit without warning. , I will be here when I wake up, but when I came, there was no such door here."

The man calmly listened to Le Xiaoyi's words, and when he heard Le Xiaoyi say that she didn't have a Shimen when she came, he smiled, not sure whether he believed it or not.

Besides, Le Xiaoyi should not have lied.

In other words, she didn't need to lie to him at all.

"The sword casting ceremony..." The man pondered, with a strange smile on his face, and muttered to himself, "It's so fast, another 20 years."

Le Xiaoyi couldn't understand what he meant, but she felt depressed and dull instinctively. She was getting more and more panicked, and she couldn't wait to leave here.

If you don't leave, it will be too late.

If the Jianshan trial is over, can she go back?

Her anxiety and impetuousness were seen by others, Le Xiaoyi clenched the hilt of the sword, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Who the hell are you? Is this the lower three floors of the Sword Forging Hall?"

There was no way this person was here just to chat with her.

The man raised his head, with a surprised expression on his face, it seemed that Le Xiaoyi's guess was right.

Le Xiaoyi frowned, feeling anxious, and asked again: "What does this have to do with Jianshan? Why can't you go out if you can come from Jianshan? Is there really no other way?"

The man smiled and listened to Le Xiaoyi asking a long list of questions, but instead of answering her, he asked, "Young man, do you know why Jianshan came here?"

Le Xiaoyi's throat moved, and he shook his head in confusion.

"No one has been here for a long time." The man spoke again, and the words he said did not follow the previous sentence. Le Xiaoyi was very confused, but the man didn't seem to care whether Le Xiaoyi was listening to him or not. Going on, "I don't remember how many years ago, Jianshan was not called Jianshan, and this place is not called the sword forging hall, but the furnace."

"The melting furnace existed at the beginning of the establishment of Sword God Sect. It is closely connected with the magma layer under the Longyin Mountains. It is the place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers. It has its own set of operating rules. It is not only a place for forging swords, but also a place for cultivating swordsmiths. .”

"It is said that tens of thousands of years ago, the founder of the Sword God Sect forged the sixth-grade Junlan sword, and engraved the map of his sword-making skills in the cave at the bottom of the furnace." The man said, showing reminiscence, "Every once in a while, the sword Shenzong will send people over, all of whom are prodigies in blacksmithing."

But Le Xiaoyi frowned at this moment, and interrupted him: "Sixth Grade Junlan Sword? This sword is the inheritance test of the Sword God Sect, the Junlan Sword that Soul of the Sword Asks Heart?"

The man was not displeased by Le Xiaoyi's sudden interjection. Hearing this, he showed surprise again, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still know about Sword Soul Asking Heart?"

He is obviously just a junior in the pulse source realm, but he seems to know quite a lot.

Le Xiaoyi had doubts written all over her face, and she was waiting for a clear answer.

"That's right." The man complied with her intention, and replied, "There is only one Junlan sword in the world."

"But why do I know that the Junlan sword is the fifth grade?" Le Xiaoyi looked serious.

Everyone knows that the Junlan Sword is a fifth-grade sword, the treasure of the Sword God Sect, how did it become a sixth-grade sword after it came to this population?

The man seemed to have expected that Le Xiaoyi would ask, so he answered naturally: "Because the current Jun Lan sword is a damaged and remnant sword."

Le Xiaoyi was stunned.

The man explained: "More than ten thousand years after the founder of the sect died, a mysterious force wanted to steal the sword casting technique of the sword god sect. At that time, the suzerain of the sword god sect opened up another barren space to protect the inheritance of the sword god sect. The lower three layers and the sword casting map are hidden together, and the Junlan sword was damaged in that battle."

"So that space is the current Sword Mountain? The swords all over the mountains are all made by swordsmiths in the furnace?" Le Xiaoyi asked, "What happened to the bones at the bottom?"

She recalled the cave she had visited before. In the cave, there was only a dark red light when the magma splashed, and there were bones all over the floor. She didn't notice whether the sword-making map was engraved on the stone wall as people said.

It took tens of thousands of years to form the current sword mountain from a barren space, and how many generations of people have devoted their efforts to it?

Faced with Le Xiaoyi's continuous questioning, the man did not show any impatience. He hadn't chatted calmly with a junior like this for many years.

"Listen to me and speak slowly." The man walked towards Le Xiaoyi and sat down on the bottom step in front of the stone gate.

"Since the patriarch passed away, even though the map is still there, the craftsman's skills vary from person to person. The Sword God Sect no longer has a swordsmith who can forge sixth-grade magic weapons. No matter how rare the mineral deposits are, the highest quality of forged swords can only reach fifth-grade .”

"The quality of a magic weapon is determined by its own material and the strength of the weapon soul contained in the magic weapon. The sword body of the Junlan sword is easy to repair, but the damaged sword soul is extremely difficult to recover, so the damaged Junlan sword can only be repaired. It has been repaired to the fifth grade and cannot restore the original quality."

"After the quality of the Jun Lan Sword has declined, its power is not as good as before, and the status of the Sword God Sect in the world of Shenhuang Futu has also plummeted."

When the man talked about the past, there was a hint of sigh in his voice, but Le Xiaoyi found it hard to imagine.

After the status of the Sword God Sect in the world of Shenhuang Futu plummeted, it was still Dayu's number one Shenzong, so what kind of glory was it before its status fell?

An untimely thought popped up in Le Xiaoyi's mind: Can it be compared to Penglai Wonderland?Or... Xuantian Palace?

The man sighed: "Sword God Sect was greatly injured by this incident, Zeng Guanzong hid for a while, and since then, the suzerain of Sword God Sect has also shouldered a task."

Le Xiaoyi contacted the context, and had an inference in his mind: "Find a way to restore Junlan Sword to the sixth grade?"

The man gave Le Xiaoyi a very clever look: "But you must not know what kind of methods Sword God Sect used to restore the quality of Junlan Sword."

Le Xiaoyi really didn't know, so he quietly waited for the man to speak.

The man's eyes sharpened, and a mocking sneer curled up on the corner of his mouth: "The swordsmiths who are favored by the Sword God Sect will be sent to the furnace. There is no courtesy, and there is no need to ask for their opinions. They will be trapped in this square for the rest of their lives. In the meantime, the only condition for leaving here is to repair the Junlan sword, or forge a magic weapon comparable to the Junlan sword."

"As a result, some people couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide, others went crazy in order to regain their freedom, and even more, day after day, they delved into the casting map under the furnace, trying to create a peerless magic weapon."

"Peerless magic weapon is easier said than done. Those fools will not do anything at all." The man laughed, his laughter was a bit weird, which made Le Xiaoyi very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, his voice sank: "In the end, only one person discovered the secret of forging a sixth-grade sword."

Le Xiaoyi had a vague premonition, but he didn't know where this feeling came from.

She saw the man turned his head and looked at her with a pair of mysterious eyes: "Only with the blood of living people can a real sword soul be forged."