The Ultimate Sword Master

Ghost Domain.

A large river stretches across the sky, the water is dim, roaring and rushing, you can't see where it comes from, and it's hard to see the end.

Under the river.

Shouts and roars, shaking the earth!

Under the siege of Yan Changge and his men, the ghosts suffered heavy casualties, only one in ten survived, and the few who remained also fled in panic, saving their lives, and it was difficult to form an effective resistance!

The Ghost Ancestor did not come out.

The Ghost Emperor died.

With the complete defeat of the ghosts, the ghosts, known as one of the six innate tribes, have gradually lost the authority of Huangquan. It can be seen with the naked eye that the yellow stele under Yan Changge's feet has been constantly absorbing the laws of the spring stele, and most of it has been completed!

"Make a concerted effort!"

Thinking of the strange phenomenon he saw last time, Qianye's uneasiness became more and more serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Take them down completely, and then... um?"

Before he finished speaking.

He suddenly noticed something strange, and suddenly raised his head to look at the Huangquan River in the sky!

Not only him.

As the master of Huangquan Palace, Yan Changge is very familiar with the Huangquan Law, and has discovered the source of the change before him.

"Where did the dog come from?"

As he finished speaking.

A staggering figure also appeared in everyone's sight.

It was Lao Huang.

It seemed to be completely unaware of the existence of everyone. The roaring water of the river could not stop its forward steps.

Although it was slow.

Although it staggered.

But the steps were very firm.

Looking at this scene.

Everyone looked incredible, and they didn't expect that a dog would suddenly appear in the Huangquan River.

"It's dying."

Xing Ba suddenly spoke.

"It's very old."

Leng Meizi whispered: "I'm afraid it has lived for a long, long time."

I don't know why.

Although I don't know Lao Huang's identity, past, and origin... But Ah Sha suddenly felt a little sour in his heart.

"What does it want to do?"

No one answered.

The others also wanted to find out the answer to this question.

"Wolves look for their hometown at dusk, dogs return home at dusk."

Leng Meizi pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Before a dog dies, it will show all kinds of abnormal behaviors, and its greatest wish is to return to its owner."

Asha was stunned, "Sister Yushu, how do you know?"

Leng Meizi was silent for a moment, "Because, I also raised a dog."

"Where is it?"

"It was beaten to death."

"Ah?"

Asha exclaimed, "What happened later?"

"Later."

Leng Meizi said faintly: "Their whole family died."

"Of course."

Smiling at Asha, she said softly: "This happened a long time ago."

Everyone was speechless.

Someone killed your dog, you killed the whole family...It seems, very logical?

"I am curious."

Qianye said thoughtfully: "Who is its owner?"

Hearing this.

Yan Changge seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed slightly.

"Could it be..."

"Could it be that person?"

Shang Qingshu seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked towards the depths of the Yellow Spring River.

At this moment.

Old Huang has come to the middle of the river.

It didn't hear the conversation of the crowd at all.

It couldn't hear it either.

If it was in its prime, it would not be afraid of the erosion of the Yellow Spring Law, but now it has already reached the end of its life. Under the scouring of the Yellow Spring River, its body is riddled with holes, its soul gradually dissipates, and its consciousness is constantly withering. It is just relying on instinct to act.

Instinct tells it.

The master it is looking for is at the bottom of the river, very close. As long as it holds on for a while, it will be able to see the other party.

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

The river is ruthless, the river water is constantly surging, and a wave hits it, directly submerging its body!

The body keeps sinking.

It has long been unable to struggle.

Only a sigh full of regret is left, constantly echoing in the field.

"Alas..."

"It's so pitiful."

Ah Sha couldn't bear it and whispered: "Let's help it..."

The words were not finished.

The Yellow Spring River, which was roaring and neighing, suddenly became calm and strangely still!

In the middle of the river.

A stream of water rolled gently, wrapped around Old Huang's body, and kept sinking.

I don't know how long it took.

It has arrived at the foot of a stone statue of a woman.

"Da Huang? Da Huang?"

In a trance, Old Huang, who was on his deathbed, seemed to hear a familiar call.

He raised his eyelids with difficulty.

But he could no longer see the scene in front of him, but his innately sharp sense of smell allowed him to smell a familiar breath, which was the breath of his master who had been waiting for him and thinking about him for half an era!

On his deathbed.

He recalled the past intermittently, until the end, the picture was frozen at the scene when he and his master first met.

...

The spring is chilly, and it is still cold after a warm spell.

After a drizzle, the cold swept the world again. At the corner of the long street, a small dog, only the size of a palm, was lying in the mud. Its furry body curled up into a ball, and it didn't even have the strength to shiver.

It didn't know why it was here.

It only knew that it was very hungry and cold, and it was about to die.

On the long street.

There were a lot of cars and people coming and going.

But no one looked at it. After all, it was just an ordinary little dog, which could be seen everywhere in the streets and yards, so no one cared about its life or death.

"Huh?"

"A puppy?"

Just as its eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and about to close completely, a crisp voice suddenly rang out.

The body felt warm.

It was already held by a pair of flawless white hands.

"What a pitiful puppy."

"It was almost crushed to death by the wheels of a car."

The warmth gradually increased.

It suddenly felt strong all over and not so hungry anymore. It slowly opened its eyelids and saw a perfect girl's face with no flaws at all.

The girl's face was full of pity.

She gently wiped the mud off its body, revealing a pale yellow fur,

"You are so cute with a tiger head!"

"Since I picked you up, from today on, I am your master!"

"So small..."

The girl stared at its palm-sized body and said thoughtfully: "How about calling you Da Huang?"

Her words.

It didn't understand most of it.

It just tilted its head and gently rubbed the girl's palm.

The instinct deep in its blood told it that it had a master, and for the rest of its life, it would follow him, offer its loyalty, and never betray him.

…

At the bottom of the Yellow Springs River.

At the foot of the stone statue of the woman, a skinny, scarred old yellow dog turned its head with difficulty, gently rubbed the skirt of the stone statue, and closed its eyes peacefully.

It was very tired.

It was also very sleepy.

Having found its master, it could finally have a good sleep like it had half an epoch ago.

This sleep.

It would never wake up again.