In a restaurant on the southern border of Zhao State.
"Some days ago, the three evil kings of the southern evil path joined forces with the six great families of the right path to besiege Zhujian Villa. In the end, their entire army was wiped out. The nine ninth-level spiritual sword masters were all destroyed there! In our country in the south, it seems that
It's going to change." A drinker said eloquently.
"Now I am afraid that no family in the four southern states dares not to listen to the orders of Zhujian Villa. It is said that the remaining major family forces in the south have expressed their willingness to establish a Southern Righteous Alliance and elected Zhujian Villa as the leader. However, they were banned by Zhujian
The Villa refused."
"The Sword-making Villa is what it is today thanks to the return of the former young owner, who turned the tide and wiped out the combined forces of the nine families of good and evil in the Sword-making Villa."
"I heard that the former young master of the village was expelled from the villa, and he actually helped Zhujian Villa to rescue them regardless of the past grievances. Tsk tsk, this kind of magnanimity is not something ordinary people can have. If it were me, I wouldn't care about their life or death."
"There is a difference between these words. No matter how angry and angry the young village owner is, then the village owner Mo Tian is also his father. How can he watch his own father in danger and not save him?"
The drinkers nodded one after another and changed the topic.
"You are saying that the young master of the village has become a sword master? Otherwise, how could he have left nearly 10,000 coalition troops from the nine major forces?"
"It's not far away if you're not a sword master. It's said that when the young master of the village was born, he had a strange phenomenon in the sky, and thousands of swords roared together. Unfortunately, he was a useless man, so he was expelled from the village. Unexpectedly, he became a sword master two years later.
I don’t know what those people who drove him out felt in their hearts.”
"Haha, what else can I feel? I must be ashamed and regretful!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The lively discussions among the drinkers did not affect a special group of diners in the corner.
This group of diners were seated at two tables, one with two people and one with four. They were all dressed in black cloaks. They were all women from the looks of their bodies, and each of them had an icy coldness about them, forming one
The ice-like aura keeps everyone who comes close to him away.
"let's go."
The speaker was one of the two people at the table. Her voice was gentle and gentle. She was a woman, but she could not hide her deep coldness. As she spoke, she stood up from her seat and walked out of the restaurant.
The other women did not dare to neglect and immediately left their seats to follow. Only one woman at the four-person table seemed a little distracted, and the woman next to her pulled her.
"Little junior sister Qing'er, it's time to go."
Only then did the woman react, hurriedly stood up from her seat, and followed everyone out of the hotel.
The group of six people walked out of the city. On a remote road, the leading woman stretched out her finger and a stream of light flew out from the silk sac around her waist and slowly landed at her feet.
This was a spiritual sword that looked like ice crystals. The coldness caused all the plants within a few feet to be covered with a thin layer of frost.
"There are still thirty miles to the misty swamp, let's fly there with our swords." The woman said and glanced at one of them: "Qing'er hasn't built the foundation yet, Song'er, you are the senior sister, you will lead Qing'er.
"
"Yes, Master." A woman said respectfully, her voice was not young, she sounded like a middle-aged woman.
"Walk."
The leading woman directly stepped on the ice crystal sword and turned it into a long blue rainbow, which shot into the sky. The others made sword spells with their hands, and streams of light flew out from the sword pouch at their waists, and then stepped on the spiritual swords and chased after the woman.
The woman left.
"Junior sister, come up."
The senior sister stepped on the spiritual sword and did not fly away immediately, but waved to the woman who had been standing there.
The woman hesitated for a moment, stepped onto the spiritual sword carefully, and wrapped her arms around the senior sister's waist from behind.
"Junior sister, hurry up."
The senior sister smiled softly, made a sword hand with her hand, and the spiritual light of the spiritual sword under her feet swelled, wrapping the two figures, and then suddenly flew into the sky and disappeared quickly.
After the six people flew thirty miles away, a vast mist suddenly appeared in front of them, as if it connected the sky and the earth, with no end in sight.
At the edge of the mist, the six of them suddenly cast their swords downwards, and within a few breaths they were back on the ground.
This is an empty place, and there are already several groups of people waiting here. The number of each group is not very large, ranging from five or six people to as many as eight or nine people. They each occupy a place to rest and meditate without interfering with each other.
After the woman and her group of six people landed in the open space, the leaders of each group either nodded or clasped their fists, then closed their eyes again to rest and paid no attention to them. Of course, there were exceptions, and the leaders of one group brought
His subordinates came up to greet him.
"Master Han Palace, you are fine."
This man was an old man with gray hair. He looked like he was in his seventies or eighty, or just middle-aged. It was hard to tell his exact age. Behind him were five people in gray clothes, ranging in age from twenty to five years old.
Ranging from ten years old.
The woman nodded slightly and didn't say much.
It seemed that he knew the woman's temperament, and the old man didn't mind. He glanced at the five disciples behind the woman with a little envy in his eyes: "These are all disciples of Lord Han Palace? I heard that Lord Han Palace is very strict in recruiting disciples. Sure enough,
The reputation is well-deserved, and the worst qualification is the superior spiritual root. Hey, it seems that this nephew has not established the foundation yet, eh? Ice spiritual root?!"
The old man's eyes suddenly bulged, and his eyes were fixed on the woman at the back. His voice was loud, and everyone around him heard it, and they all raised their heads, looking at the woman in astonishment, envy, or jealousy.
The old man took a deep breath and said a little sourly: "It turns out to be a rare ice spirit root. Congratulations to Lord Han Palace for getting a good disciple."
The woman seemed to appreciate the old man's compliments, and her coldness became slightly less intense.
The two didn't talk for long, just exchanged a few simple words, and then the old man led the disciples of his sect back to his own bed, and closed his eyes again to rest.
The woman also took her disciple to find a secluded place to meditate and rest.
The woman with the ice spirit root sat at the end, and the senior sister next to her introduced her in a low voice.
"The ones who greeted us just now are disciples of the Lan Sword Sect of Yan State, who are good at using wind attribute sword techniques. Those in red clothes over there are disciples of the Red Sword Sect of Yan State, who are good at using fire sword techniques. The ones in yellow clothes over there are
He is a disciple of the Jujian Sect of the Jin State, who is good at using the earth-moving sword technique. The one in green clothes over there is a disciple of the Jin State's Shengjian Sect, who is good at using the wood-moving sword technique. There are still several sects that have not arrived. I will give them to you when they arrive.
Introduction. But you must be especially careful with the disciples of the Red Sword Sect. We have always been at odds with them and they often cause trouble for us."
"It is said that this foggy swamp is the ruins of a great sword sect in ancient times. Because it is protected by a large formation, the fog never dissipates all year round. However, due to the passage of time, the power of this formation gradually weakens and there are loopholes. Every three
There is a time in sixteen years when the power of the formation is at its weakest. The fog will gradually dissipate and last for a month. During this period, spirit sword masters below the sword pulse stage can enter, and the formation will not take the initiative to attack. Therefore, every thirty
For six years, the sects from various countries around the Misty Swamp will send their disciples to experience and gain opportunities. However, once you enter, the competition between the various factions will be fierce, so after entering, you should follow us closely and do not act alone to avoid being taken advantage of by others. "
"I understand, senior sister."
The woman nodded obediently and looked up into the depths of the thick fog. A breeze blew by, gently blowing up the veil on her face, revealing a thin and pretty face. It was the missing Mu Qingqing!
…
The huge Milky Way crashed into the deep pool from a height of hundreds of feet, splashing water mist all over the sky. A figure sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pool, looming, bearing the overwhelming pressure of the water.
After an unknown amount of time, the figure in the water suddenly opened his eyes, and with a sudden movement, a wave of water exploded. The figure jumped out of the water on the water mist, and landed on the edge of the deep pool.
Mo Wen took in a big breath of fresh air, with a very satisfied look in his eyes. He persisted for half an hour and a quarter this time, which was a bit better than yesterday.
The source of life has become more and more solidified and strong, and the life energy has grown to a level comparable to the sword energy of a fifth-level spiritual sword master. If this continues, it won't take long for the cultivation of this life energy to catch up with the sword energy.
Now it has been three months since the battle at Zhujian Villa. Mo Wen has been practicing here every day. Hunyuan Sword Qi, Yunyu Sword Qi, and the Golden Element Sword Qi have all been greatly improved, steadily reaching the peak of the eighth level.
Getting closer, the strength is more than twice as strong as before.
And after his body absorbed several pieces of the top-grade spiritual minerals collected by the Sword Forging Villa, he finally broke through the boundaries of the top-grade spiritual swords and reached the strength of the top-grade spiritual swords! It can be said that he can now directly ignore ordinary high-grade spiritual swords.
A figure cautiously walked out of the dense forest, glanced at Mo Wen in awe, and whispered: "Young master of the village, Madam asked me to send a message to you, saying that I have something to ask you, and that you should return to the village immediately."
Mo Wen glanced at him: "Go ahead, I understand."
"I'll take my leave, little one."
The fourth-level spirit sword master did not dare to stay and immediately retreated respectfully.
Mo Wen stood looking at the waterfall for a while, sighed, turned around and walked towards the villa.
"Mom, are you looking for me?"
Mo Wen walked into Liu Huixin's room and saw a man sitting next to his mother. His face was a little unnatural and he stood there silently with his mouth closed.
Liu Huixin glanced at him and said reproachfully: "How can you not speak when you see an elder?"
Mo Wen called out dryly: "I have met the owner of the village...father."
Mo Tian's lips moved slightly, but he finally said nothing.
Liu Huixin sighed, frowned, shook her head, and no longer dwelled on the issue, and continued: "Wen'er, Wuchenya and the royal family sent an order to ask all the righteous families to send high-level spiritual sword masters to Chongqing.
In Muguang City, our Sword Making Villa has been allocated four places. But you also know the situation in the Villa. We just experienced a war and several elders were seriously injured and have not recovered. We can barely make up a few seventh-level spirit sword masters, but there are no
You are the one who can suppress the situation, so I discussed with your father to let you be the leader."
Mo Wen frowned and wanted to refuse, but when he saw the sadness in his mother's eyes, he couldn't say no and said in a low voice: "I understand."
"Mom, is there anything else? If not, I will still go to practice."
"Don't ask." Mo Tian slowly stood up from his seat.
Mo Wen trembled. This must be the first time he heard his name from his father, which made him a little at a loss.
"What's the matter?" Mo Wen asked stiffly.
Mo Tian looked at him: "You are an adult now, and it is time to explain the Mo family's affairs to you."
Mo Wen subconsciously wanted to resist, but seeing his mother's hopeful gaze, he could only choose to remain silent.
Silence is acquiescence. Mo Tian's expression relaxed slightly: "Follow me."
As he walked out of the room, Mo Wen hesitated for a moment, then followed Liu Huixin's urging eyes and followed him slowly.
Mo Tian went straight towards the forbidden area in the back mountain, and finally came to the entrance of a cave. After passing through a deep corridor full of mechanisms, a stone chamber appeared in front of him.
There is an offering table, and a painting hangs behind the offering table. Four stone sword stands are displayed in front of it, two of them are empty, and two of them contain spiritual swords, two top-quality spiritual swords!
Mo Wen's eyes stopped on the painting, and his spiritual sense sensed that the painting was extremely unusual. The four animals in the painting were so lifelike that they seemed to come alive at any time.
"My Mo family has a centuries-old foundation in the Sword Forging Villa. The Sword Pond is only the superficial foundation. This Four Spirit Map and four top-quality spiritual swords are the real foundation."
Mo Tian said slowly: "There are four top-grade spiritual swords. The two in front of me are Qingling and Youquan. The remaining two are Chixiao in my hand, and I gave the other Lengqiu to Qingqing.
This is my Mo family's compensation for her."
"These four top-quality spiritual swords were specially forged by the ancestors of my Mo family to suppress the family's luck. And this picture of the four spirits is a secret treasure passed down by the ancestors. Inside is a mysterious space where the blood of the Mo family
People who use secret methods can enter it and obtain the sword art inheritance. The Burning Sky Sword Art you know is only one of them, and there are three others, namely the Pitian Sword Art, the Black Water Sword Art, and the Evergreen Sword Art."
At this point, Mo Tian glanced at Mo Wen: "No matter how you choose in the future, these things are yours and you can make your own decision."
Mo Wen was shocked and looked at his father in surprise. Mo Tian's words have already made it clear that I will pass on everything that needs to be passed on now. The future of Sword Making Villa will be decided by you alone.
"After guarding it for so many years, it's time to let it go." Mo Tian sighed, and suddenly said quietly: "My Mo family is a cursed family. The bloodline is rare and there have been many hardships. By your generation, it has almost been completely cut off.
I don’t know if this is God’s will or what, but in short, I see a glimmer of hope for our family to escape its fate from you, and you may be the key to breaking the curse of God.”
"Curse?" Mo Wen was surprised. Does such a thing really exist? But considering that all the sword immortals who come and go from Qingming exist, it is not impossible.
"Why are we cursed by the sky?" Mo Wen was attracted by Mo Tian's words and began to speak actively.
Mo Tian raised his head and looked at the sky: "Our ancestors once did something wrong, which was the heaven's condemnation of our Mo family."
"What have you done? Will you be punished by God?"
Mo Tian shook his head: "I don't know, the ancestor's voice is unknown. Well, it's useless to talk about this. I hope you can break this barrier in the future and let the blood of my Mo family be passed down forever."
Coming out of the secret room, Mo Wen already had a scroll of ancient paintings in his hand. He didn't take the two remaining top-quality spiritual swords. Those things were of no use to him. The demon soul sword spirit was irreversibly repelled by himself. He forced it to move.
Not only will it not be able to exert its power, it may also suppress his strength.
After taking away the Four Spirits Map, he wanted to take advantage of this period of time to study the Four Spirits Map. If his guess was not wrong, the Four Spirits Map was probably a secret treasure of a higher level than the sword pouch on his waist. After all,
It is a space that can accommodate living creatures.
Returning to his room, Mo Wen unfolded the Four Spirits Diagram, adjusted his condition to the best, then bit his finger hard, squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped on the screen, and then slowly recited a mantra.
The drop of blood first dripped on the painting paper, and then disappeared suddenly like water droplets falling into the lake. A layer of strange red light rose from the ancient painting, slowly covering the entire painting.
The four animals in the picture seemed to be alive, and they began to move in Mo Wen's eyes. Then Mo Wen felt his body sinking, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed!
Mo Wen took a look at the surrounding environment. He appeared in a dense bamboo forest that could not be seen to the end. The green grass and the green bamboo forest were all so real.
Just when he was in a daze, a charming and sweet voice suddenly came into his ears.
"Hehe, little guy, are you Mo Tian's son?"
Mo Wen suddenly turned around and looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a green fox squatting at the root of a green bamboo, tilting his head and looking at him, with a smile on his face!
A fox is laughing!?
Mo Wen felt a chill rush straight to his forehead, and the hair on his body stood on end.
"Hey, it's really boring. It's the first time you people see me and you all have this expression." The green fox waved his hand in displeasure.
"It's better to use your appearance to communicate."
The blue fox suddenly released a dazzling green light, and its body quickly stretched taller in the blue light. After a few breaths, the green light disappeared, and a tall and beautiful woman appeared in Mo Wen's sight.
Mo Wen's breath was stagnant and he almost had a nosebleed. Because the woman in front of him only had a green gauze as thin as a cicada's wings, and her graceful body was looming under the gauze. Mo Wen could even see the sadness in her lower abdomen.
The bright red spots on the Qifang grass and towering snow peaks.
But it was obvious that this woman had no sense of shame. She giggled when she saw Mo Wen's blushing face. Her snow-white breasts followed the movement of her body, trembling up and down like two naughty little white rabbits.
Mo Wen simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind. However, the woman had no intention of letting him go. He only felt a breeze blowing on his face. Mo Wen felt a soft object leaning against his body, the smooth
The force directly pressed against his arm.
"Little guy, you are so shy. It seems you are still a baby."
The woman put her hands on Mo Wen's shoulders and breathed gently on Mo Wen's neck.
The hair on Mo Wen's body stood on end, not because he was not attracted by the woman's temptation, but because he could helplessly watch the woman transform from the fox! His body jerked away, and he stepped on Qingyun Steps and slid away far away.
.
The woman was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Her body was lying on the ground, and her green gauze was flying, which was quite charming.
"Oh, you little heartless one, you hurt your sister by throwing yourself." The woman said coquettishly to Mo Wen, her eyes as charming as silk.
Mo Wen had no expression on his face and asked coldly: "Who are you?" dd