Xiao Hengkong sat cross-legged on the ground, with a sword as long as his index finger condensed on his chest, turning slowly, exuding the aura of extremely profound kendo laws.
As time passed, the sword shadow on Xiao Hengkong's chest gradually grew larger.
After one stick of incense was burned, the sword shadow was three feet long, carrying the Taoist power of the core technique of the ancient sword sect.
"Go!" Xiao Hengkong whispered, and the sword shadow flashed to the top of the magic well.
"fall!"
Xiao Hengkong once again mastered the swordsmanship.
when--
The shadow of the sword landed in the center of the manhole cover, exactly where the eight black chains intersected.
Eight black chains were suspended at the same time, and invisible sword intent exuded terrifying murderous intent, all converging on the sword shadow in the center.
Xiao Hengkong clenched his teeth with difficulty, his face turned rosy from holding it in, and he might not be able to hold on any longer.
For the will of the Ancient Sword Sect, Xiao Hengkong could only grit his teeth and carry it on.
The old monk secretly wanted to help Xiao Hengkong so that he wouldn't have to waste any effort. This time, the turmoil in the magic well had reached a point where it could not be suppressed. No matter what methods Xiao Hengkong used, it was of no avail.
Unless Xiao Hengkong can possess the supreme strength of the master of the Sword Sect 300,000 years ago, he can re-deploy a sword formation barrier.
"Let him go!"
Xu Changge grabbed the old monk's wrist and murmured.
The old monk glanced at Xu Changge and understood what Xu Changge meant.
If Xiao Hengkong did nothing, he would feel uneasy. Moreover, if the old monk suddenly came to help, not only would he not be able to help Xiao Hengkong, but it would cause Xiao Hengkong to transport the wrong aura veins in his body and be injured.
Half an hour later, Xiao Hengkong was exhausted and his body was blown a hundred meters by the power of the magic well.
Xiao Hengkong's body shook a few times and he coughed a few times, allowing the boiling blood in his body to slowly calm down.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Hengkong looked at the sword shadow pattern suspended on the manhole cover, feeling uneasy in his heart.
After a few breaths, the three-foot sword shadow broke with a "click", and the Tao Yun scattered.
"Failed." Xiao Hengkong spent a lot of effort and never imagined that he would get this result. He felt disappointed and felt a little guilty and self-blame.
"Ancestors, it's not that the disciples are unwilling to bear the will of the sect, but that this thing is really too difficult to handle. After three hundred thousand years of precipitation, something even more terrifying may have been born below, the Taoism of our Ancient Sword Sect.
I can’t suppress it anymore.”
Xiao Hengkong glanced at the iron swords guarding all sides, as if he was speaking to the ancestors of the Ancient Sword Sect, with more than enough intentions but insufficient strength.
"Once this thing enters the world, the consequences will probably be even more troublesome than those 300,000 years ago. If it cannot be controlled, countless people will die and it will sweep across the world."
Xiao Hengkong could foresee the dark years of turmoil in the magic well. His brows were furrowed and his heart was extremely heavy.
After thinking for a long time, Xiao Hengkong really had no choice.
Afterwards, Xiao Hengkong left this place, found a safe place on the edge of the endless desert, set up a practice barrier, and meditated to rest.
After Xiao Hengkong left, Xu Changge and the old monk appeared.
"This child's swordsmanship is unparalleled among his peers. Given time, this child will definitely return to the sword sect and become famous all over the world."
The old monk took a look at the sword shadow law remaining in the sky above the magic well and praised it.
"That's for sure." Xu Changge showed a meaningful smile.
Xiao Hengkong was Xu Changge's strongest opponent in his previous life. If it weren't for Xu Changge, Xiao Hengkong would definitely prove himself and become emperor. Such monsters would surely bring the Ancient Sword Sect back to glory and reach its peak.
"Speaking of which, even the Taoism of the Ancient Sword Sect can't suppress the magic well. How sure are you? The stakes are high, so don't mess up."
After all, the old monk is a living Buddha in this world, so he cannot but feel worried.
"The time is almost here, you will know soon."
Xu Changge looked at this ancient magic well and said in a deep voice.
Xu Changge wants to step into the path of a saint, but it is difficult!
The shattering of the sword formation barrier caused changes in the laws of the great avenue.
In the sky above the endless desert, the black cloud became bigger and bigger, spreading in all directions. Within a few days, most of the territory of Xuanyu State was covered with a layer of black fog, and magic flowed in the space.
gas.
"It's such a strong demonic energy. Go and find out the source of the matter."
"Could it be that a terrifying demon is about to appear?"
"Find out quickly and take this matter seriously."
All forces in Xuanyu Prefecture were on emergency alert and sent spies one after another to find out the situation.
Soon, all forces received a piece of news: "The source of the evil energy is the endless desert."
Immediately, many powerful men discussed countermeasures and decided to go to the endless desert together. Such a strong demonic energy will affect many forces and affect the interests of countless people.
In a small world, there is a forbidden area in the back mountain of Dutian Mansion.
Inside the stone gate of the cave, lives in seclusion the only remaining Fuwei ancestor of Dutian Mansion, his name is Nie Ziqing.
Nie Ziqing noticed the changes in the magic well and made a hoarse voice: "After so many years, it's time for me to end it all."
Nie Ziqing's internal organs have been invaded by the demonic energy, and he is unable to recover. He knows that his time is short, so he wants to drag this broken body, inherit the will of his big brothers, and suppress the demonic well.
Before going to the magic well, Nie Ziqing covered his face with a black cloth and contacted Su Fengwu, the temporary head of the palace.
Part of the territory within Dutian Mansion is filled with strong demonic energy, the source of which comes from Nie Ziqing.
The people in Dutian Mansion did not panic because they had already received the news that the ancestor had come out of the back mountain.
"Girl." Nie Ziqing met Su Fengwu alone.
"Ancestor." Su Fengwu bowed and saluted.
"You are very good. You must protect Dutian Mansion and don't let the inheritance be interrupted."
Nie Ziqing instructed.
"As long as this disciple doesn't die, Dutian Mansion will definitely not end its inheritance."
Su Fengwu assured.
"That's good." Nie Ziqing nodded happily.
"Ancestor, you...do you want to go out?"
Su Fengwu asked.
"Yeah." Nie Ziqing.
"When will the ancestor return?"
Su Fengwu heard about the changes in the desert outside and guessed the ancestor's plan to join the world.
When asked about this, Nie Ziqing was silent for a long time, remembering the turbulent years when he fought with the master of the old mansion many years ago, as vividly as if it were yesterday.
"You're not coming back!"
Nie Ziqing said in a very calm tone.
These words fell into Su Fengwu's ears, and they were undoubtedly the final farewell.
Su Fengwu wanted to admonish the ancestor, but she understood the ancestor, but she had no way out.
In order to protect the immortal inheritance of Dutian Mansion, the ancestor endured the erosion and pain of the magic law for thousands of years. Now, the magic well is in turmoil again, and the ancestor wants to work with his former brothers to dye that side red with blood.
territory.
This result is Nie Ziqing's last hope.
"Farewell to my ancestor!"
Su Fengwu found that Nie Ziqing's figure had disappeared, with tears in her eyes, she said loudly.