015 He Lai Jianchi's scabbard

Nangong Xia and Jiang Yunzhi inspected the stone door that had not been opened for a long time, but it was only opened under the gentle push of Nangong Xia. Both of them looked at each other with a doubtful face, and then looked inside the stone gate.

Inside the door is a wide hall. In the center of the hall is a small altar. There is a sword rack on the altar, but there is only a scabbard on the altar, but no sword. The ground of the hall was engraved with a magic array centered on the altar. The magic array was complicated. Nangong Xia and Jiang Yunzhi looked at each other, and neither of them could see the purpose of this array.

"We're going in." Jiang Yunzhi asked in a low voice that this was already a forbidden place. If they were found, they would definitely be severely punished. Even if they were the daughter of the alliance leader, they might not escape death, so Jiang Yunzhi was also extremely hesitant at this time.

"Well, we still have a way out." Nangong Xia smiled bitterly, but he was much calmer at this time. After saying that, he nodded to Jiang Yunzhi and stepped into it. Jiang Yunzhi was slightly stunned and followed in.

When the two entered it, the stone gate for them to enter suddenly closed. They suddenly turned around and found that no matter what they tried, the door could no longer be opened.

"What should I do?" Jiang Yunzhi said that she should not have been so bad, but Jianchi was a shadow she had formed since childhood, but she was a little out of proportion at this time.

"Nothing, don't worry. Sister, look here. This should be a sacrificial place. How can the door make this place dirty? Nangong Xia patted her and comforted her.

"Well, that's right. Let's get out quickly." Jiang Yunzhi said that he ignored Nangong Xia after saying that, but just went to other places to look for it.

Nangxia looked at the scabbard on the altar, and there was a kind of desolation and sadness in his heart. He moved forward alone and walked up the five steps of the altar. First, he worshipped it three times, then handed it out with both hands and picked up the scabbard and watched it carefully.

When Jiang Yunzhi saw Nangong Xia looking at the scabbard, she felt a little unhappy. She leaned against the wall and said, "What are you looking at? The sword has been stolen. If we don't leave, we will definitely be regarded as the thief of the sword."

"No, it's nothing." Nangong Xiadao put down the scabbard, but when he was about to turn around, he heard Jiang Yunzhi's exclamation, but it was too late for him to react. There were ripples at the beginning of the wall on the southeast side, and Jiang Yunzhi had disappeared into it.

"Senior sister, how are you, sister?" Nangong Xia patted the wall, but only his own reply answered him. At this time, the ripples on the wall had disappeared. No matter how he patted the wall and searched carefully along the wall, he could not find a way to open the wall again.

He was looking for the place where Jiang Yunzhi disappeared, but he did not find that a small part of the phalanx near the altar on the ground emitted a pale yellow light, which made the whole hall hazy.

However, it is said that not far from the sword pool, there are two men standing on the mountain stone, one of whom is a middle-aged scribe, who is the patriarch of the blood spirit and the leader of the bloody alliance. The other person hid himself in the black fog, and his body boundaries were also extremely blurred. This person was Mr. Hehun, who was very polite.

"To my husband's expectation, this son can really be selected by the Holy Lord. It's also a blessing for him." He looked at the smooth stone wall not far in front of him and said.

At this time, the content on the stone wall is exactly the scene of Nangong Xia in the sword pool.

"Well, a certain occupying technique is naturally not wrong." Mr. Hehun said, and after saying that, he smiled, but his voice was still extremely sharp and unpleasant in his ears.

"I just didn't think that Ziling would violate the law of the teacher's access and dared to harm his fellow disciples at will." He said this, but he did not hide his anger.

Although most of the blood spirit sect practice is the art of left Taoism, after all, mutual assistance and mutual assistance are also highly advocated between the same sect. Otherwise, how can they survive and develop under the encirclement of Taoism and other forces? Moreover, the common cause of the bloody alliance cannot be completed by one person.

The shadow looked at the anger-repressed Nyao, and then whispered, "Although he is wrong, after all, it is a self-made strategy, and the punishment doesn't have to be too heavy."

"Well, what Mr. Hehun said is very true." He closed his eyes at this time, and the little anger on his face quickly disappeared. There are very few of his own disciples. If he doesn't include his daughter Jiang Yunzhi and Nangong Xia, who passed on his own martial arts, there is only Ziling, so he doesn't want Ziling to be easily damaged in internal consumption.

"I just didn't think that the female prince was so talented. It's really congratulatory." Mr. Hehun laughed and said, at this time, the influence on the stone wall was too vague to see clearly, so he turned his head to look at the sun, and then turned to the north.

Nangong Xia did not know that this was his master's plan. Although he was still worried at this time, he had no intention to look for Jiang Yunzhi.

"It's you." Nangong Xia looked around and saw that he had come to that strange place again. This was the dreamy place he saw before entering the sword pool.

"It's me. I didn't think we would meet again." The old man said that he was the one who stabbed to death in the dream * Nangong Xia.

Nangxia didn't say anything, but he just took a small step back quietly to prevent the other party from hurting people like last time.

"Are you afraid?!" The old man said with a little disappointment on his face.

"I don't know what advice the old man has." Nangong Xia turned to ask, and Nangong Xia was unwilling to say more about his question. Nangongxia is not sure whether the old man is malicious to himself. He is more respectful to the elderly, only because of his early education. Although he had already hoped for things in his early years, many ways of doing things and thinking have not changed much.

"Well, since God chose you, what else can I say?" The old man said, and as soon as he turned his right hand, a light blue fairy sword appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Nangong Xia's right hand is also secretly pinching the formula, but it is possible for the old man to fight when he fights. He didn't take action first, but only because he couldn't determine the good and evil of the old man.

"This sword will be given to you." The old man said, and then looked at the sword again, and then threw the sword to Nangong Xia.

"What does it mean to ask the old man?" Nangong Xiadao, he took the sword and took a slight look at the horizontal sword in front of his chest. The sword was cold, and the decoration was also extremely simple. I don't know what material it was made of. The body of this sword was relatively slender and short, and the sword was only two fingers wide, only longer than his forearm. The blade has not yet started. Nangong Xia exerted a little force and scratched his finger from the blade, leaving even a trace on his hand.

He tried to split two swords forward, which were as light as nothing.

"This sword is not small. You should use it carefully." The old man said, but there was a little more relief in his tone at this time.

"The elder gave me, and I dare not resign. Nangong Xia thanked the old man for giving me the sword." Nangong Xiadao, in fact, he doesn't like this sword very much. After all, this sword feels a little far-fetched when it is said to be a sword, and it can only be regarded as an unopened dagger at most.

"You can inject Taoist power into it and then split it out to discover the mystery of this sword." The old man said that Nangong Xia did not hide the disappointment in his eyes, and the old man could naturally guess his thoughts.

Nangxia did not answer. He raised the sword with his right hand, and then injected Dao force to split it down to the left. A light blue light cut out from the body of the sword and split on the rock in the distance at a very fast speed. The light entered the stone was extremely deep. Before he could react, the rock left the mother and fell down.

"It's so strong." Nangong Xiadao could achieve this effect by cutting out a sword at will, but it was far beyond his expectation.

"This sword is just a foreword, just in case it's not as good as a real sword." The old man was naturally satisfied to see Nangong Xia's expression.

"Fake!" Nangong Xia looked at this sword and couldn't figure out that such a powerful sword was just a fore.

"However, although it is only a fake, it is also a divine sword. It is a divine sword made by me in the name of the son of heaven and exhausted the power of several generations of the bloody alliance." The old man recalled that when he said this, his face showed a little loneliness.

"What does the old man have to do with the bloody alliance?" When Nangong Xia heard the old man's story, he asked the doubts in his heart.

"I was the first leader of the Bloody League." The old man sighed, but there was a little nostalgia in his eyes.

"The first son visits the alliance leader." Nangong Xia saluted the old man. Although he did not have much sense of belonging to the bloody alliance, he greatly admired the old man's intentions.

"This matter has already passed, and what's the use of talking about it? You'd better take a good look at this sword. The old man said that when he said this, the loss in his eyes was extremely obvious.

"This sword is so powerful, but it is still not as powerful as the real sword. Isn't that the real sword able to split the world and move mountains and fill the sea? Such a powerful magic weapon can only exist in ancient myths. All of them are the treasures of the ancient gods. Nangong Xiadao, when he saw the old man's look, he changed the topic.

"The sword is indeed a self-contained world, but I don't know how powerful it is, because no one can control it." The old man said that his face was also melancholy at this time, and he was obviously very sorry for this matter.

"The alliance leader has seen that sword." Nangong Xia asked carefully.

"I have never seen it, how could I have thought of casting such a divine sword." The old man turned his head and looked at Nangong Xia and said, "My wish in my life is to find the sword."

"The younger generation wishes the alliance leader success." Nangong Xiadao, the old man's eyes made him feel a little depressed, so he injected the Taoist force into the sword, and the pressure was much reduced.

"Let's not mention this matter. Don't you feel that this sword attribute is not suitable for you?" The old man said, after swinging his left hand, a small pavilion appeared beside him. The old man entered the pavilion alone and sat down, and then waved to Nangong Xia to come over together.

"The younger generation is trying to ask for advice." Nangong Xiadao, it turned out that his own cultivation belongs to the native, but this sword belongs to water. According to common sense, he should not be able to use this sword very well, but just now he can not only use this sword, but also borrow this sword to issue a water sword.

"This is the purpose of casting this sword." The old man said, he picked up the kettle on the table, poured a cup of tea for each of them, and then continued, "Now, I'll give you this sword. But you still need to practice the method of this sword and the five-e elements changeable method.

"The five-eoul changeable method?!" Nangong Xia was slightly stunned, but she didn't know what the 'five-e elements of changeable method' was.

The old man smiled and then took out a silk and handed it to Nangong Xia.

Nangxia took this object and looked at it, but remembered that when Qin Ji taught her the method, she also recorded it with silk. On this point, the old man and Qin Ji were somewhat similar.

The old man didn't say much, but just tasted the tea while waiting for Nangong Xia to finish reading it.