A gust of wind roared, and the storm hidden in the darkness was like a fierce sea and sky, wiping away at everyone's clothes. In a short period of time, even the young and strong men couldn't help but sweat coldly and sweat profusely. Looking at the "Human Charcoal" that was doing various hideous and weird ways of death, they always felt that these withered bones seemed to be staring at themselves quietly.

Jiang Wen blocked the darkness of the mine cave, leaving everyone with a black and white figure. There was a faint sound of dragon roar in the sword sheath, as if it would ejaculate at any time, but he had been in a stalemate with Yin Sui for a long time, and there was still no movement when he let the fishy storm come to his face.

Everyone was a little puzzled and wanted to step forward with courage. They were worried that Jiang Wen seemed to be in a stable mood, but in fact they had been away for a long time, but they were shocked by Jiang Wen's sudden turn.

"...Senior, I'll wait for you to explain in detail why I stopped after waiting for a long time?"

"Oh? What else do I want me to say?"

Yuan Louzi stood there and looked at Jiang Wen with a squint, and said angrily, "I can see at a glance that you love to play with life as much as I was when I was young. How could you be scared away by a word? Speaking of which, I was even more deadly than you when I was young, do you believe it?"

Jiang Wen opened his ear and asked in confusion: "What did you say just now, "Don't go in?"

Yuan Louzi smiled and said, "I said that, but it doesn't mean I'm against you going in."

“…”

Jiang Wen couldn't help but sigh that it's fast to do the inequality questions.

Jiang Wen understood the meaning of Yuanlouzi. The reason why he said that it was extremely dangerous was not to prevent Jiang Wen from entering, but to use this method to make Jiang Wen be more vigilant. Once he has a sense of defense in the world, it would be natural to be able to transform the barbarians in danger.

"Okay, okay, now I believe you and Yuanhua Zhenren are brothers."

Hearing Jiang Wen say this, Yuan Louzi broke free from the support as if he had won a battle, slowly walked to Jiang Wen's side, pointed to the depths of the dark cave and said.

"On the day I first came, I once sneaked into this cave and found that the murderers were forcing the villagers to hold torches in their hands and searching for something. After a while, the fire was faint and I heard the sound of the villagers. The villagers completely lost their news. Then the murderers took the ropes on their waists to pull the body back, and often grabbed some rotten swords and swords in their hands."

The old Taoist recalled with great fear, "Every time they see the fire extinguished, they will send another person in, and repeat this cycle. When they collect enough incomplete swords by their lives, they will feel like they have gained treasures and step out of the cave. And throughout this journey, the murderers did not dare to step into the depths. Even if the villagers died suddenly at the corner visible to the naked eye, they would never step beyond the line..."

Jiang Wen frowned and said, "A rotten sword? Isn't this a mine cave?"

Yuan Louzi stroked his beard and said, "The key to sword refining is the secret technique, the magic iron, the heaven and the earth. The murderers were able to build a furnace by Ou Yezi's human charcoal method, and chose the original site of Zhanlu Mountain to make a sword, and waited for an opportunity here day and night, so naturally they thought the problem was the raw materials."

Jiang Wen slowly understood that the so-called sword-making process of these arrogant murderers should be trying to replicate the sword-making process of Ou Yezi two thousand years ago as it was. In order to ensure that the raw materials were the same as before, they even chose the ancient swords remaining in the cave for refining and melting casting again, just to restore those earth-shaking magic weapons.

"Ah? It turns out that this is not a mine cave, but the old site of Ou Yezi's sword casting?"

Jiang Wen murmured to himself, tightening his clothes while tightening his body, "But from the current appearance, why do I feel so yin?"

Yuan Louzi stared at the depths of the darkness and slowly replied: "Ou Yezi made a sword, land broke horses and cows, water hit swans and geese, the sun shone brightly on the sky, the earth gave birth to five flowers, all these are just the tricks of later generations. How many people have really witnessed the scene of making swords back then?"

"I have been traveling between the pre-Qin tombs over the years. What I saw in my eyes was not a wise lord and wise ruler. The rule of the three generations was the only one who died at a step, one prisoner three feet away, a copper steamer cooks a man's head, a clay pot locks a child's corpse, and a pile of bones under the pillars and stone foundations. If you say that you want to cast a sword at that time, the cheapest and most convenient way is to live one by one?"

"It's funny. I sighed how Lei Huan dug up the old prison in Fengcheng when he dug up the Fengcheng City prison and ignored the layers of corpses piled up for swords. The strange shapes of the ground were mutated, and he only focused on taking away the two swords from the stone chamber..."

Jiang Wen did not expect how gentle and quiet they would be for the sword-making two thousand years ago.

Jiang Wen was silent. The ceremony of setting up lords to set up corpses and corpses was popular in Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties. The source could not avoid the original worship of corpses, let alone the corpses of Xia Geng, the corpses of female ugliness, and the corpses of Wang Ziye, which were mentioned frequently in the Shanhai Classic. These all clearly mean that the body was broken and the body was not buried.

It can only be said that compared to the illusory ghost of the underworld, the corpse, as the last relic left by the dead, is naturally more specific, terrifying, and has more traits of gods and monsters. Jiang Wen can even infer without hesitation that the worship of divine power and witchcraft belief in corpses in China is just as Yuan Louzi said, but it has never really disappeared, but it has been hiding in some more hidden corners in a revision.

"Senior, are there any advice?"

Seeing that Jiang Wen understood the subtitles of his words so quickly, Yuan Louzi began to look at him a little. After thinking about it for a while, he reminded him vaguely.

"I haven't found out much of the other things... I just vaguely guessed that it has something to do with the three ancient Kunwu Kingdoms..."

Kunwu was an ancient tribe. Kunwu was good at metallurgical making pottery. According to legend, Kunwu's sword could cut jade. According to legend, even the nine tripods representing the royal power were cast in the hands of Kunwu. Therefore, until the Zhou Dynasty, the official who made bronze ware was called Kunwu.

The bronze inscription of "Kun" is a "sun" above, referring to the sun; the "bi" below refers to "the crowd of people" and means "many slaves under the scorching sun". These are used to refer to things that are cautious and cautious, so it is difficult not to remind Jiang Wen of the scene of the corpse in front of him.

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After hearing this, Jiang Wen looked extremely respectful and noticed some unusual meaning in his heart. He knew that Yuan Louzi had no intention of being involved with outsiders. His mind was exactly the same as Yuan Huazi, so he could bear his tribute.

"You really want to go in?"

Even though Yuan Louzi had expected it, he still asked one last time.

Jiang Wenze nodded with a smile, which made Yuan Louzi feel dazed and his eyes were full of youthful spirits.

"Well, I have to go."

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In the darkness, the Zhanlu ancient sword revealed a mysterious color as deep as water, and layers of flowing light spread on it, as if it would turn into mercury at any time and disappear without a trace. Jiang Wen was exploring in the darkness, step by step into this unknown ancient cave.

He did not choose to raise a torch, because the surging light in the darkness is like the vitality in the dead and the candlelight in the eyes of moths. It is most likely that people will chase after them blindly and seldom for their own self-discipline, and will lead people into the dead state.

Jiang Wen chose to integrate into this darkness and used the remaining senses that were almost beyond the visual world to touch this isolated cave world a little bit.

I don't know how long I walked, a drop of water was falling on the stalactites on my head, shattering on Jiang Wen's shoulders. Jiang Wen noticed a hint of coolness penetrated into the fabric and touched his skin, but the coolness quickly expanded, making him suddenly notice something strange.

When he woke up from the darkness, the coolness had turned into a slight tingling and a little sticky, and it was slowly flowing down along the cut fabric and cross-cut skin...

It's blood!

Jiang Wen closed his eyes tightly and used all methods to search for the source of this drop of condensed water, but its appearance was invisible and colorless, like a hasty accident in an ancient cave. He unexpectedly met Jiang Wen, who did not belong here, with a hint of innocent expression and a hint of helplessness. He watched the snows of thousands of mountains and the layers of clouds, and then disappeared without a trace.

After all, it's just a drop of water.

But the next moment, Jiang Wen's lowered sword tip had already resisted another drop of condensed water. He was equally innocent and helpless, but on the tip of Zhanlu's sword that had been as strong as before for thousands of years, he played a buzzing low moan. Jiang Wen, who held the sword in one hand, felt his shoulders fall, and the ancient sword almost lost his hand.

"bite……"

The humming humming sounded like a spell, instantly spreading into the dark deep cave. Jiang Wen closed his eyes and listened slightly. Just by the premonition of the vague pain in his skin, he could guess that at the top of the dark cave, there were hundreds of equally innocent and helpless condensed water that were about to drip, and it would turn into raindrops and fall on him at any time, making Jiang Wen riddled with holes and blood flowing into a river.

The buzzing sound was still spreading, as if a tuning fork was in the dark. Ripples spread in the dark, transforming into the broken shape of ancient swords. They were now stuck on the wall of the cave, constantly inviting Jiang Wen to use it, and then fought to fight for the cold water-condensing killing formation in the sky.

The clear and cold sound lingers in my ears. Those things that flow between the crystal clear water seem to be extremely subtle, but they still interact with some diamond-like structures, like extremely tiny swords that penetrate into these worldly soft water.

This is a sword energy that is so pure that it is unimaginable. It is something that cannot be described by words. It is enough to die in the morning and night. Only a few people who have reached the highest peak in the sword path are qualified to have a glimpse of the truth before they die.

Drops of water make a sword without showing its sharpness. This is the most profound sword technique that Jiang Wen saw. It has almost penetrated the mystery of sword technique into the world and everything. Every grass and tree can be used as a sword. They do not want to attack Jiang Wen, but just because Jiang Wen appears here, facing the ending is already a destined cause and effect.

But Jiang Wen smiled slightly. Even though life and death were almost beyond his control, he was still as calm as if he was outside the world. The ancient sword of Zhanlu drew an extremely unique arc in his hand, like a ferocious spine of a towering corpse. Even though he died for a long time, he still pointed at the sky angrily.

The condensed water had already begun to drip, but Jiang Wen's world seemed to have entered a slow-showing camera. Zhan Lu's sword was attracted but not released, and the acupoints around his body turned into horns. Every slight breath of Jiang Wen drove the cold air of the ancient cave. Every blood pulsation of Jiang Wen regulated the subtle trend of the condensed water dripping.

In a slightest, just as Jiang Wen was breathing and breathing to a mysterious state, the originally dispersed senses were instantly confined to one place, condensed into a light that was more sharp and unruly than the ancient sword in his palm, and counterattacked towards the sky. An unprecedented sharp sword intent was spreading from Jiang Wen's body.

In the darkness, Jiang Wen's fearless sword intent rose from the ground, comparing with the rainwater condensed by countless sword energy. There were countless cracks on his clothes, and blood gushed from it, dyed red cloth. The pain of cutting the skin swept over again before it subsided, as if he was suffering from the torture of being cut into pieces in the sword mountain hell. Every second, hundreds of swords rose, extinguished, and disappeared passionately and heroically.

But Jiang Wen was an unimpeded swordsman. At this time, under the urging of the external sword energy, he had condensed the sword intent into substance and competed with the dangerous sword energy that was swaying from the outside world. In just a few dozen breaths, the source of the stone stalactites above his head was strange, and the traces of the condensation water had dried up to the limit. Even the surface of the stone stalactites that were originally moist and shiny had cracks as if they were dry and weathered.

But only when you come to your eyes can you find that there are deep and visible sword marks on it, which are inexplicably scattered on the surface of stalactites and stalagmites, and the wind that is swept along Jiang Wen's pace may turn into powder at any time!

Jiang Wen, who was a sword, walked through the cave like a ghost. The countless broken swords and swords inserted on the wall were fighting each other at this time. He changed his previous cool appearance and repeatedly made the sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring. Then his remaining body turned into powder overwhelmed and drifted in the cold and humid air. Jiang Wenyu was sent to the wind.

Jiang Wen became closer to the truth, and his sword intent became more and more awesome. The Zhanlu Ancient Sword in his hand continued to defeat the sword energy that quietly scattered into the howling cold wind. The other hand took advantage of the momentum to lift the Mani Pearl that emitted colorful light, and immediately illuminated the dark underground world.

At this time, in Jiang Wen's eyes, the ancient cave had turned into a tomb and sword cave that buried swords. The ancient sword weapons were scattered layer by layer. They were eroded by rust, oxidized by air, soaked by water vapor, buried in the dark, and it seemed that there was a force beyond the entity that had already taken their lives. Therefore, they could only be buried and perched in this cave like mummies, in a calm, silent and stubborn manner...

The howling cold wind did not come from a dark river. At the end of the cave was a very wide place, with countless swords piled up and abandoned, almost filling the blank. If it weren't for the ancient pebbles and dragon-shaped embankments in the dark, Jiang Wen would not have noticed that the dark end of this huge cave would have been lying on the artificial abyss and ancient walls.

The abyss that Jiang Wen had misread was actually eight gloomy wooden pillars that were towering into the sky. The deep holes were dug out by someone, which were like ancient cabinets and the immortal ship coffins that Jiang Wen saw in the Wuyi Mountains.

The sword energy was originally even more fierce and dangerous here. The sudden open cave walls were covered with sharp sword marks. The traces left by each stone wall mean an extremely dangerous sword killing move. Now these sword marks set up a group of killing formations around Jiang Wen, making him realize that it is no longer a battle, but a battle between martial arts!

"What a sword energy..."

If the ultimate of Qi Sect is to use Qi to control the sword to condense sword energy, then the ultimate of Dugu Nine Swords that Jiang Wen learned is the ultimate of the sword sect's body-turning sword.

There are some secret energy in this cave that is inhumane, which makes the collision between these two martial arts, which should only exist in concepts, suddenly become so vivid that Jiang Wen can hardly control his joy.

At this time, in this ancient cave, the sword energy condensed but did not disperse, and the sword intent soared into the sky. The showdown between Qi Sect and Sword Sect, the sword energy and sword intent was already beyond the scope that people could imagine!

Jiang Wen, who was immersed in martial arts, suddenly saw an old man sitting cross-legged not far away, but when he approached, he disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the mottled and chaotic sword marks on the stone wall, which slowly condensed into lines of iron-painted silver hook-like characters.

Behind Jiang Wen, a feeling of peeping and sneering appeared, just like what he felt at the chessboard rock. Until the strokes at the end of the handwriting almost tear apart the stone wall and broke out, instantly creating a shadow like the sky and the earth sinking, and a sound came to earth!

[I have a good sword in my life, seeking swords, collecting swords, hiding swords, making swords, and building famous swords villas for fifty years...]

With the loud tremor, it seemed that the battle was coming to an end, and everything finally came to peace. Even Jiang Wen's dense wounds and bloodstains disappeared invisibly, leaving only an old man sitting cross-legged in front of him.

When I looked closely, the cartilage of this person's nose bridge had collapsed, and it was a dead dried corpse. He was sitting cross-legged between eight gloomy wooden pillars, his legs and bones were hunched over in a deformed manner, and he had died for countless years.

Jiang Wen understood that the murderers might have made a serious mistake. It is most likely that this place was not where Ou Yezi made his sword, but rather where Jiang Wen was striving to find.
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