Mo Wen looked up at the huge beast, which was as pitiful as a puppy abandoned by its owner, and felt an inexplicable complex emotion in his heart.
He stretched out his hand and stroked the fleshy body of the earth dragon beast, and said softly: "Your master doesn't want you anymore, just follow me from now on, okay?"
The Earth Dragon Beast turned around, glanced at Mo Wen with two small dark eyes, and called out twice. It was not clear whether it was a reply to Mo Wen or an unconscious call. Then he twisted his body and continued on the stone platform.
Smell randomly.
"Xiyun, why are you so stupid?"
Mo Wen caressed the broken pieces on the ground and murmured that he didn't know why Xiyun blocked the blood-haired boy's dying counterattack for him. This was a mystery, and the answer might never be known.
After a long time, he sighed deeply, carefully gathered Xiyun's ashes together, and put them into a jade box. The remains of the blood-haired boy's blood fetus died together with Xiyun, but their ashes were not.
The only way to separate them is to put them together.
Ang! Ang!
The Earth Dragon looked pitifully at the jade box in Mo Wen's hand, where it smelled the residual aura of its owner.
Mo Wen glanced at it and put the jade box into his sword pouch. The Earth Dragon Beast let out an anxious cry, and then smelled Mo Wen eagerly, but it could no longer be smelled.
With two mournful chirps, the Earthdramon retracted its body toward the ground and quickly disappeared on the stone platform.
Mo Wen kept watching the Earth Dragon Beast disappear and did not stop it. The beast was huge in size and could not detect its specific rank, but it was obviously not a fighting type, and its intelligence was extremely dull. It did not show any hostility towards the enemy of his "master"
, he didn’t even know what hostility was! This was the first time he had seen such a simple and honest monster. It was as good as an imbecile in the secular world, so he lost interest in conquering it.
After sorting out his thoughts, Mo Wen began to clean up the battlefield. He picked up the downed Yuan Kong Po Xu Sword Diagram and reinstalled the severed puppet arm. Finally, he found a sword bag among the ashes of the mummy.
The quality seems to be even higher than that of Mo Wen's sword pouch. It is naturally the sword pouch of the blood-haired boy before his death. Unfortunately, the blood spirit sword was reduced to ashes along with the blood fetuses of Xiyun and the blood-haired boy. Mo Wen's sword pouch
Now that he could not be sacrificed, his life force was almost exhausted. He still had a few years of life force left in his life force, and he could no longer withstand any loss. Therefore, he put the blood-haired boy's sword bag into his own sword bag.
Apart from this, there was nothing else on the stone platform. Afterwards, Mo Wen jumped down to the abyss under the stone platform to search, but got an unexpected harvest. It was actually covered with countless spiritual swords and sword pouches, but most of them
They were all in dilapidated condition, and I don't know if they had been soaked in the blood pool for many years. The spirit sword and the sword pouch were stained with a layer of blood evil, making them look very evil.
Obviously, these are the relics of the trialists who were killed by the blood-haired boy. According to the blood-haired boy, he has stayed here for a full thousand years, which means that he has gone through at least thirty trials.
Even if he deceives hundreds of people in each trial, in a thousand years, at least 20,000 to 30,000 trialists will be killed! This is an absolutely terrifying number!
The spirit swords and sword pouches here were basically contaminated by the blood evil. The spirit of the spirit swords was lost, and most of the spiritual taboos on the sword pouches were damaged and could not be opened at all. Therefore, Mo Wen did not bother to search and returned directly to the sword platform.
superior……
"Brother Mo, thanks to you this time, we survived."
In a mountain stream, Mu Qingshan and other trialists who were lucky enough to escape the disaster expressed their gratitude to Mo Dao.
It can be said that they suffered heavy losses during this expedition. More than 1,400 people entered. In the end, only more than 500 people came out intact. Nearly a thousand trialists were buried inside, and nine trialists from the Sword Gang Realm were also buried.
Four people died, and no bones were left. The only harvest was some demon spider eggs.
"I owe you a life." Shen Tubao muttered to Mo Wen, cupped his hands and turned around to leave with the surviving Lingyu Sword Sect disciples.
Mu Qingshan, Shi Meng and Chen Tong also thanked Mo Wen and said goodbye, and the five hundred people left one after another. Among the five, only Zhou Qingshu left without saying goodbye, but Mo Wen didn't care, he didn't have any respect for Zhou Qingshu.
Xiyun's death made him feel at a low point, and he turned a blind eye to Zhou Qingshu.
After all the five hundred people left, Mo Wen stood at the entrance of the cave for a long time.
"Don't they have nothing to do with you? Why did you save them?"
A clear and sweet voice suddenly came from not far away.
Mo Wen frowned and stared at the girl who suddenly appeared on a rock a few feet away.
Yun Ling'er crossed her arms and showed a scared look: "Why are you looking so fierce? Do you want to eat people?"
"Who are you?" Mo Wen's voice was as cold as a knife, without any emotion.
Yun Ling'er seemed unaware of Mo Wen's emotions and rolled her eyes at him: "You are so boring, why do you always have this problem?"
"You are not a tester of the Qianlong Sword Discussion Conference!"
Mo Wen took a few steps towards Yun Ling'er, and his sense of coercion was extremely obvious.
Yun Ling'er didn't care about it, but stared at Mo Wen's hair with bright eyes: "It's so cool that your hair has turned silver. It looks much better than black. I think you will keep this color in the future.
Once your hair is done, you will definitely be able to charm thousands of girls.”
Buzz——
A long blue sword pointed at Yun Ling'er's throat, Mo Wen said coldly: "I'm not in the mood for a joke, tell me your identity!"
Yun Ling'er rolled her eyes and said coquettishly: "Why are you so mean? I'm not a monster, and I've never done any harm to you, and yet you're pointing the sword at me!"
"I'll say it again! I don't want to be kidding!" Mo Wen growled, and moved the tip of the sword forward a few inches, almost touching the skin of Yun Ling'er's throat.
"Okay, okay, you are such a person, there is really nothing I can do against you." Yun Ling'er reached out and moved the tip of Mo Wen's sword to the side.
Mo Wen's pupils shrank, and he didn't even see clearly the path of Yun Ling'er's attack! It was as if his sword moved aside automatically.
"I wanted to stay with you a little longer, but it seems I can't do it." Yun Ling'er jumped down from the rock, patted the dust on her butt, and looked at Mo Wen with squinted eyes: "Here you go.
A chance, take a guess, and you’ll get a prize if you guess right.”
Mo Wen snorted: "I'm not interested in guessing riddles with you!"
"You are so boring, I don't even want to guess. Forget it, I am in a good mood, so I will tell you reluctantly." Yun Ling'er solemnly arranged her clothes, tried to make her expression more serious, and cleared up her expression.
After clearing her throat, she spoke: "Listen carefully, I am the master of this illusion, the spirit sword enshrined in Ziyun Star Pavilion, the Ziyun Spirit Master!"
Whoosh!
A sword shadow slashed directly towards Yun Ling'er's neck.
Yun Ling'er's eyes showed a trace of surprise. The Blue Star Sword passed through her white neck without any hindrance, but no blood flowed out because there was only an afterimage of her body. Yun Ling'er's body had already appeared several feet away.
On a mountain rock, he put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows: "I am Ziyun Spiritual Master! Do you dare to chop me with a sword?" dd