Chapter 67 Broken Sword

The pillars are ordinary stone pillars with some strange lines carved on them. Following the lines of the lines, they can vaguely form a phoenix bathing in fire. The two pillars are the same. The only difference is that the pillar on the left is

There is an Erling engraved on it. It looks to be of a very high level. Even its facial features are very obvious. It looks like a human being, but it has red eyes and long fangs. It looks very scary.

When Leng Wuyou met its eyes, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if the Erling was alive. The more he looked at it, the more obvious the feeling became. Leng Wuyou simply turned his head and suppressed the weirdness in his heart.

, looking at the stone platform in the middle.

On the stone platform, a dusty sword was stuck on it alone. The exposed sword body and hilt were covered with small cracks. It looked so fragile, as if it would break into pieces if the wind blew.

Piece by piece.

But Leng Wuyou knew that those were just illusions. She could clearly feel the palpitations that the sword brought to her, the danger, the chill, and the murderous aura that was so strong and substantial on the sword, all telling her that this sword was dyed with blood.

The bloody sword of death.

Just looking at the sword, her heart felt heavy, as if a huge stone was pressing on her heart, which made her almost breathless. She stretched out her hand to press her heart, and her body instinctively walked towards the stone platform.

One step, two steps, four steps...

When Leng Wuyou came back to his senses, her hand was already on the hilt of the sword. Leng Wuyou lowered his eyes and clearly felt that the sword under her palm was trembling slightly, as if it was pleasure, but also as if

It was his master who had finally arrived.

Leng Wuyou's eyelashes, which were as long as butterfly wings, cast a shadow under her eyelids. They trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings. She pursed her thin lips, raised her eyes, and

There was determination in her heart. No matter what the situation was, just like with Fatty, she would definitely know some things in the end. Therefore, she firmly grasped the hilt of the sword with her palm and pulled it out gently.

He pulled out the sword easily.

A crisp sword cry resounded throughout the space, and the joy made Leng Wuyou's bad mood much better.

But what Leng Wuyou didn't notice was that at the moment she pulled out the sword, the eyes of the Erling on the stone pillar on the left moved, filled with fear and unwillingness. At that moment, a burst of black energy

Suddenly it disappeared from Erling's eyes.

Leng Wuyou stroked the cracks on the sword and sighed in her heart. Just as she was about to put it into the space, the long sword that was emitting a sword suddenly became silent, then shrunk sharply, and rushed directly into her Dantian.

Leng Wuyou was startled. She penetrated her dantian with her spiritual consciousness, only to find that the sword was quietly floating in her dantian, being nourished by her spiritual power.

Leng Wuyou couldn't help but glare, he really had an invisible sword.

Leng Wuyou observed it for a while, and after confirming that there was no danger, he let it go.

Just as his consciousness was withdrawn, the entire underground palace suddenly began to shake. Cracks suddenly appeared on the two stone pillars supporting the underground palace. The one on the left was particularly serious and began to break in the middle.

Dust fell from the top of his head, and Leng Wuyou's expression changed, "This place is going to collapse!"

"Wei Lin, as long as you tell us the location of the spiritual crystal veins, we will let you go today." A young man in his early twenties stood with his hands behind his back, looking aloof, with more than thirty people behind him.

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"Bah." Wei Lin spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, with a trace of ridicule on his determined face, "Liu Qinghe, we won't give the location of this spiritual crystal vein to you even if we give it to others."

"Liu Qinghe, you shameless despicable villain. If Brother Wei Lin hadn't saved you, you would have died long ago. How could you have betrayed us today?" On the ground, a pretty girl stood up unsteadily.

, the pale little face was full of anger.

When Liu Qinghe heard this, he didn't get angry but smiled, "Ha, there's no such thing as betrayal. I didn't join your mercenary group in the first place."

"You." A fat man of fifteen or sixteen years old was lying on the ground, his face covered with blood. He didn't know if it was his or someone else's. At this moment, he stretched out a small carrot-like finger and spoke angrily.

Pointing at him, his lips trembled with anger, but he didn't know what to say. When they invited him to join their mercenary group, he didn't refuse this person, but he didn't actually say clearly that he wanted to join them.

But his performance was obviously...the little fat man was so angry that his whole body was trembling with fat.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. I just want to know the location of the spiritual crystal veins." Liu Qinghe didn't even look at the little fat man. He raised his eyes with a condescending look, as if he was a villain, "If you

If you don’t tell me, then I can only use my own methods to get what I want.”

He waved, and the thirty or so people behind him all rushed towards Wei Lin and the others.

Wei Lin and the others had been engaged in a bloody battle before, but now their spiritual energy was extremely exhausted and their bodies were weak. They were unable to compete with these thirty people.
Chapter completed!