A heavenly flute led the way, and with the induction of Bai Qing'er and Givenchy's heart, it didn't take long for them to come to the area where the artifact and the original meaning were hidden.

Different from Zhang Ruochen's imagination, I thought that the place with the original meaning must be sacred and flawless.

However, it is weird here.

The whole world is dark red, standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down. There are blood dragon-like mountains under the foot, black gasification mist in the mountains and rivers, and the color of the earth seems to be formed by blood.

The reason why they can see so far is because a blood moon hangs in the heart of heaven in the distance.

Below the blood moon, floating densely, like an island-like boulder.

Where is it like a sacred place? It is completely a magic soil, or an evil cave.

The air is filled with ancient breath everywhere, the rules of heaven and earth are completely different from the outside world, and even Bai Qinger, who is contemptuous of the world, shows a solemn look.

They sat on the backs of the burial gold and white tigers, stepped on the boulder and suspended the island, and flew towards the area directly below the blood moon.

Finally, they stopped on a boulder-hanging island over 50 feet long.

Givenchy was on the ground and found a rusty sword blade.

There is a faint flash of Supreme Inscription on the sword. It is very likely that it was once part of a Supreme Sacred Artifact.

However, with a touch, the sword piece turned into mud.

This made the three hearts heavy.

Zhang Ruochen looked up, stared at the blood moon of the scarlet magpie, and sensed a familiar atmosphere, which was homologous to the blood lake at the top of the boulder altar.

It feels dangerous, mysterious, and fearful.

"What do you say, that blood moon has anything to do with the blood lake where sword island is trapped?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The brilliance of the blood moon was sprinkled on Bai Qinger's white face, and was printed with a strange light. She said, "I think this blood moon is the blood lake."

"What did you say?" Zhang Ruochen was startled.

He never thought in this direction.

Givenchy said: "I have the same feeling, the breath of the two is too similar."

"We are now likely to be below the Blood Lake." Bai Qinger said.

Zhang Ruochen used the heart of the truth to sense it, and gradually agreed with their point of view, it was simply incredible.

The moonlight emanating from the blood moon turned into a mist and fell downward.

The brilliance of blood mist, like a chain and a waterfall, twines an ancient sword.

There are a total of six swords hanging directly under the Blood Moon.

The Six Swords were not only entangled by blood mist, but also locked by a plume of black mist rising from below the ground. The two upper and lower restraint forces made them only levitate there and could not fly away.

Every sword is rusty, with numerous indentations and brown.

One of the most severely corroded swords had been eroded and the sword had no outline, like a rusty stick.

"This is the artifact?"

Zhang Ruochen was astonished. According to theory, the artifacts are special in material and protected by god-level inscriptions. They should be immortal for ages.

However, after searching all sides, where can I see the traces of other vessels.

The heavenly flute in Givenchy's heart made a pleasant flute.

Sound waves, stirred up the ripples of space, rushed to the six swords locked by the entanglement of black gas and blood mist, awakening their sword spirit.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

...

One after another, the splendid light of God, emanating from the sword body of the six swords.

Accompanied by the harsh sound of swords.

The six rotten ancient swords are like six suns, the light is strong, and the temperature is high, which makes Zhang Ruochen, who has a demigod body, feels pain. .

Quirky voices came from the six swords.

"Tiandao Di, why do you wake us?"

"Second Brother, are you stupid? I didn't see that, in addition to Tian Dao Di, three other creatures also came!"

"Really? Let me take a closer look. Alas! It is not the creatures in the Temple of Origin, but the outsiders."

"Is the altar finally opened, does the original temple reappear in the world?" An ecstatic voice sounded.

Excited voices rang out from the most severely eroded sword: "Big brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, we can finally leave!"

...

Six different voices sounded one after another, all excited and excited.

Zhang Ruochen was so moved. He secretly said that it was really a six-handed magic sword, but how did the six swords float here, and what happened to the six-handed magic sword on the sword island in the center of Blood Lake?

These six exquisite swords have the same breath as Pluto's stellar excalibur.

Moreover, the seven-handed sword in Zhang Ruochen's sea appeared throbbing, even stronger than when he encountered the six swords on the sword island.

At the time of Zhang Ruochen's meditation, Tiandao Di had communicated with the sword spirit of the six-handed excalibur, claiming that he had selected the master, and hoped that they could also choose Givenchy as the main.

The sword spirit of the six swords, after exploring Ji Fan's heart, did not give Tiandao flute any face.

"No, this woman is too weak to be our master."

"Brother is right, we are Divine Swords. If we want to be our masters, at least we must be a Sword God."

"The sword **** is the minimum standard, and the sanctuary need not be considered at all."

"The sacred realm is just fine. Kendo attainment is so bad. Even if I am trapped and eroded here, I will never recognize her as the master."

"Even if she recognizes her as the master, she can't hold me, I'm too heavy!"

...

Givenchy's heart is not lost at all, very calm, no hope at all to be approved by the Excalibur.

The words of the six-handed excalibur sword spirit made Bai Qinger and Zhang Ruochen, who were full of confidence, frowned.

The lowest standard sword god?

Artifact recognition of the Lord is really not that simple.

Bai Qinger, who is the master of the source, can learn everything. Although he has not studied Kendo, he is not low in kendo accomplishments.

She poked out her arms and arms, released the rules of kendo, and condensed a three-foot sword in her hands.

"Oh!"

Man Miao's superb posture soared, and the sky full of sword spirit followed, dancing out of a set of mysterious and extraordinary swordsmanship.

The sword goes with the heart, the sword and man are one, and the sword is clear.

She resembles a sword fairy, with exquisite swordsmanship and exquisite sword skill, making Zhang Ruochen, who is perfect in kendo, amazed.

At the end of a sword dance, the wonderful person received the sword back.

Bai Qinger's body was straight, and he stared proudly at the six swords in the distance. He said, "I can break through the realm and become a **** within a few days. What do six people think of my swordsmanship? Are they qualified to be your masters?"

"Yes, yes, your talents are extremely high. Once you become a god, your future success will be unlimited. Unfortunately, unfortunately, Kendo is too bad."

"Yes, I don't think she can do kendo. It is flashy and not qualified to be our master."

"The two elder brothers all made sense. Kendo, after all, must be pure and pure in order to explode its most powerful power. Her swordmanship is good, but unfortunately she does not have a superficial understanding of Kendo. There is nothing in it, not a real sword repair. "

...

Six swords, you say a word to me, negating Bai Qing's kendo is useless.

This made Bai Qinger, who had always been arrogant and did not put monks in the eyes of the world, very frustrated, humming quietly: "Choose the master according to your criteria, I am afraid that the sword **** has come, and it cannot meet your conditions . "

One of the swords, proudly said: "There is nothing to hide, compared with our former master, the sword **** is really nothing."

Bai Qinger said, "How many Yuanhui have you stayed here? Your former masters have already become dust. You have also been corroded by blood mist and black gas. If you don't leave, I'm afraid it will rust into a pile of iron. mud."

The exquisite sword with only a thin iron rod left corroded, said sadly: "Big brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, she is right, this corrosive power is too terrible , You may still be able to stick to a few more Yuan conferences, but I am really about to be eroded! "

"I still vaguely have some ancient memory fragments. There were many holy sacred swords suspended here, but they were corroded into iron mud, and they disappeared.

"We have to choose a host and leave here to live forever."

The most complete of those exquisite swords, said sternly: "Don't say such frustrated words, choose sword gods as the mainstay, which has already lowered the standard and cannot be lowered."

"Brother is right, the Excalibur has the dignity of the Excalibur."

The sword spirit of the six swords began to speak again.

Zhang Ruochen has been listening to their conversations and learned a lot of useful information. The inferences in his heart have become clearer.

So he went to the edge of the boulder-hanging island, looked at them, and raised his voice, "The sword ancestors have fallen! The times now are not yours anymore, and they are no longer the times of Kendo."

The argument of the six swords stopped.

Then a stern voice sounded: "Boy, what are you talking about? Kendo is the strongest way to kill, even the root way is unstoppable."

Zhang Ruochen said: "You are wrong! Kendo is not the way to kill. There are two sides to the sword, one that kills the world's treacherous ones, and one side that saves and protects the goodness of the world. The point of the sword represents the will to go forward, the self-improvement will. The sword is equal. , Free. "

Silent for a long while.

One of the swords said, "These words ... are familiar, I seem to have heard them before."

"Big brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, I think what he said makes sense, our understanding of Kendo is indeed too biased."

"In him, I feel the familiar Kendo spirit, just like the fragments of the memory of my former master."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's too weak! His cultivation is too weak. If he can break through into a **** now, I don't mind choosing him as the master."

"Yes, it's too weak. I'm so heavy, can he afford it? He can't afford it at all, and I'll crush him."

Zhang Ruochen affirmed the suspicion in his heart that the former owner of Liu Jian must be the sword ancestor.

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The sword island in the blood lake at the top of the altar is mostly just a projection of the six-handed excalibur and the supreme holy sword. It is an illusion and a trap set by dark hands.

A trap that no **** can see through!

Below the altar, these six decayed but incomplete divine swords are true.

If Zhang Ruochen did not guess wrong, the reason why the former sword ancestor did not take away the six-handed excalibur is likely to guess that the dark hand will use the six-handed excalibur to arrange traps and lead him to appear.

The dark hand can kill three thousand sword gods in one hit, destroying an extremely powerful world, but it fails to kill the sword ancestor.

Thinking of it this way, the ancestor of Jian Jian's past must be absolutely amazing, and he could avoid the search of the dark hand and escape from it.

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There is another chapter tonight.