From the moment there was light, the three people's eyes were all focused on that weak light. They watched helplessly as the light became brighter and brighter, eventually becoming dazzling.
The originally empty deep well finally showed its true appearance after Yang Chen's restraining techniques. A huge long sword that stretched almost from the bottom of the well to the well mouth showed a bright shadow.
, just appeared in front of the three people out of thin air.
The unparalleled sword energy can be felt even without touching it. The sword energy is crisscrossed in the sky, and the top of the entire mountain seems to suddenly become sharper. Those flying birds that are still dozens of miles away,
They don't even dare to fly in this direction, as if there is something here that makes them extremely terrifying.
All of this, the three people in the cave cannot know for the time being. Everyone's eyes are focused on getting the sword shadow, and no one wants to look away.
Yang Chen didn't make a move or give a hint. Of course Shi Shanshan wouldn't make a move, but just watched from a close distance. However, while the two of them didn't move, the middle-aged scribe could no longer hold back and began to strike eagerly.
There was a soft sound, and a sword tip suddenly appeared on Yang Chen, who had been standing there watching. It penetrated Yang Chen's back, and then emerged from Yang Chen's chest. At the same time,
The middle-aged scribe had already pointed his finger at Shi Shanshan.
Yang Chen and Shi Shanshan both stared at the middle-aged scribe with the same disbelief, and then their bodies collapsed to the ground softly.
"Teach you to be good and don't believe that in everyone you meet in the future." The middle-aged scribe was quite happy. The two rookies didn't know how they had reached the Nascent Soul stage. They didn't even have any experience in the world. They were just two useless people.
A foolish young man who is obsessed with worldly affairs.
"Boy, you can go with peace of mind, you are a beautiful wife, I will treat her as my favorite concubine." The middle-aged scribe said with great pride, the ecstasy on his face could not be concealed: "You can have a good life before you die.
Look at how I collected this sword energy. It will allow you to die in peace."
As he said that, the scribe was laughing loudly, and stretched out his finger to point on the tip of the huge long sword. A drop of blood immediately seeped out from the tip of the scribe's finger, contaminating the tip of the long sword.
Above. The sword shadow originally extends from the bottom of the well to the top of the well. It is very easy to do this.
Recognizing the owner by dripping blood is the lowest method to establish a connection with the magic weapon first. It is inferior to the control of divine consciousness. However, it is simple and effective. Although it is a temporary recognition of the master.
.But it can buy time for further sacrifices in the future.
The middle-aged scribe is not a guy who doesn't know anything. He naturally knows that this sword energy has been stored here for countless years. It is unrealistic for him to collect it in a short time, so he used this method. As long as the sword is temporarily
If you don't attack yourself when you are angry, you will have hope of conquering it in the future.
As expected by the scribe, when the huge long sword phantom saw the blood, it seemed as if it had suddenly found its owner. With a flash of light, all the phantoms penetrated into the scribe's body from the place where the blood oozed.
The sword energy entered the body. The scribe's expression became cautious, and he stood cautiously. Feeling the sword energy flowing through his body bit by bit, after a while, he showed an expression of relief, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
smiled.
"Hahahaha!" The scribe began to laugh wildly again, and began to say to himself again with ecstasy and madness: "It has been six hundred years, and I finally got this sword energy, hahahaha, six hundred years, six years
Hundreds of years, hahahaha!”
After laughing wildly, the scribe looked down at Yang Chen and Shi Shanshan who were paralyzed on the ground, without concealing his pride and happiness, and laughed and said: "I would also like to thank you two for solving this six-hundred-year-old mystery for me.
I also gave you a flower-like jade cauldron as a gift, this trip is worthwhile!"
"Forgot to remind senior." Amid the arrogant laughter of the scribe, Yang Chen, who was pierced by a flying sword in the chest and should have been furious, sat up as if nothing had happened, his voice was calm, and there was no trace of injury.
"This sword energy has been cultivated in the land of gold energy for hundreds of thousands of years. The impurities contained in the gold energy will form a protective shell outside the sword energy. Moreover, these impurities are mixed and impure, making it very difficult to control." In middle age.
In the scribe's stunned eyes, Yang Chen smiled
Hehe stood up and said slowly: "Originally, it would take at least hundreds of years or more to refine these gold impurities, but seniors volunteered to test them with their physical bodies and attract them with flesh and blood, which saved the effort.
A lot of hard work, thank you very much!”
Not only Yang Chen, but also Shi Shanshan next to him stood up with a nonchalant look on his face, showing no signs of being restrained. The performance of the two of them made the middle-aged scribes of the Mahayana period not dare to look at his own eyes. Could he look at it?
Isn’t everything that comes here fake?
To be honest, Shi Shanshan was also a little surprised. How could Yang Chen be so relaxed when his chest had already been pierced? But before, Yang Chen had hinted that Shi Shanshan should wait and see what would happen. Shi Shanshan absolutely trusted Yang Chen and followed suit. Now watch
When Yang Chen sat up without any injuries, he was naturally happy in his heart.
Hearing Yang Chen's words, Shi Shanshan couldn't help but smile to herself. Everything was under the control of her husband. She didn't know how the middle-aged scribe, who she thought controlled everything, was feeling at the moment.
However, it was obvious that the scribe no longer cared about asking why Yang Chen was okay despite having his chest pierced. He had already discovered the abnormality in his body, and his face began to look ugly.
Ahhhh! A shrill cry came from the scribe's mouth, as if he was suffering from something. A big lump would keep swelling up on his body, and then collapse again. Here and there, it kept appearing.
Chi chi chi chi, a continuous sound sounded from the scribe's body, and blood mouths appeared from the scribe's body one by one, and then a bright light flew out from the blood mouth, bringing with it bursts of blood mist.
Those flying lights only flew a few steps away before being swallowed up by a dragon shadow that appeared from nowhere. This impurity of supreme sword energy is Xiaotian's favorite delicacy, and it is simply a natural tonic.
Food, especially after being nourished by the flesh and blood of masters in the Mahayana period, is even more delicious.
In addition to screaming, the middle-aged scribe could only watch his body being pierced by the sword energy, and the flying sword energy was swallowed up by the roaring sky. Every sword energy flying out would take away a lot of the scribe's vitality.
Slowly, the scribe's voice became lower and lower, and then there was no sound anymore.