The black charcoal slowly fell, revealing a long sword that was the same color as the fairy sister's skirt, which was inserted into the ground.

It's really long, more than one person tall. Two golden real dragons circle the sword body, extending from the tip to the hilt.

There is a bead hanging at the top of the sword hilt, and the two dragons are opening their mouths and playing with the beads.

The long sword is simple and unpretentious, and stands quietly.

Xiao Hei was shocked: Wow, it turns out that there is a sword inside the thunder strike wood.

The fairy sister smiled sweetly, walked closer and raised her hand to rub the hilt of the sword. She stroked her slender fingers across the dragon's head and finally reached the bead between the two dragons.

The buzzing sword trembled, and the two dragons emitted dragon roars at the same time. The beads flowed smoothly and dazzlingly, and the spiritual energy squirted out and returned to the plain two dragons.

The two real dragons were suddenly flooded with a tight end, and dripping like a living thing.

Sister Shen said whispering: Your seniority is not as good as him, and you may not be able to kill it, but you can suppress it again for at least fifty years.

I strive to wake up early and take the life of the beast's dog in the next fifty years.

Sister Shen patted the two dragon heads gently and shouted: Go.

The long sword remained the same, and two golden true dragon auras rushed into the sky. The light suddenly shone and flashed away.

The two golden true dragons with the long sword closed their eyes again. They were as quiet as usual, as if there had never been any change.

The black charcoal once again wrapped the long sword, and the lightning-striking wood in the back mountain did not change at all.

The fairy sister also disappeared, leaving behind the little monkey with a confused look on her face.

Xing Zhen’s self-question had just ended, and suddenly he felt the gourd on his waist shaking slightly. When he lowered his head to watch, the gourd returned to calm.

He calmed down and said to himself: Now is not the time for internal struggle, and the dark tide has just begun. Any one's reservation is conducive to fighting plagiarism.

He knew that he could not persuade Bei Qing to leave, but fortunately he suddenly pulled out the punishment and pointed it forward: Senior Bei, if you don’t leave, don’t blame me for drawing the sword.

No. Feng Zhenling objected.

Xing Zhen calmly replied: I don’t care about so many things, I will count three times.

Three Two

Get out quickly. A wooden stick and the old woman's voice appeared at the same time, and the wooden stick was no less fast than a flying sword.

Unexpectedly, he first bounced off the flying sword, and then quickly rushed to Bei Qing's eyebrows.

Stop less than an inch apart, and a trace of spiritual energy lingers. As long as the owner wants, the wooden stick can penetrate Bei Qingfeng's head.

It's about getting out, it's about death and choosing. The old woman continued to remember her voice.

Humph, you have a habit. The Bei family will not give up. Let’s take a look. Bei Qing threw down a scene and left with hatred.

Elder Hua's figure gradually appeared, and his eyes changed between pitch black and silver.

When I saw Xing Zhen, I smiled: I can still see you little guys, which is great.

Xing Zhen is confused: Senior, you are.

Dandelion and the puppy admired Elder Hua very much and did not forget to greet him when fighting with the dark puppet: I have met Senior Hua.

Wow wool wool.

The old woman smiled and nodded: OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK All are here.

I don’t have much time, so please listen. Ruoxi Yatou has the truth that he wants, and the dark matter trapped in the demon cave can cleanse the will of the creatures.

This kind of cleaning is much more wise than the dark puppets in front of you. The cleansed one is no different from the real ordinary people, but he has to obey the commands in the devil's cave.

At that time, the two sword gods, Bei Feng and Xi Yao, were worried that these fellow tribes who had been cleansed will come out to lurk, so they made up their minds to kill them.

Bei Ruoxi was full of tears: How did you know Elder Hua?

The old woman pointed deeper: I saw two seniors Bei Feng and Xi Yao.

The black and silver light in Elder Hua's eyes were transforming more and more frequently, and the old man seemed to be extremely painful and patient.

Bei Ruoxi, who was interrupting the question, said quickly.

To be short, don't interrupt me. This kind of human and demon race with cleansed will will not only happen after entering the devil's cave.

Every time the black matter that floods the tides will cleanse the creatures trapped outside the demon cave.

I don’t know the number, but I can’t tell who it is. These people who are cleansed will not see anything strange now. When the time is right, they will attack together and must tell my words to the old scholars and the seniors.

Elder Hua's voice became smaller and smaller, and the competition between black and silver in his eyes was in the battle. Black gradually gained the advantage and stayed longer and longer.

Seeing Elder Hua’s strangeness, Xing Zhen asked with concern: Senior, you?

The old woman raised her arm and waved her hand hard, and then seemed to use up all her energy.

Suddenly he grabbed Xing Zhen and Bei Ruoxi and rose up, rushing in one direction.

The only tall woman who could keep up with Elder Hua frowned and followed.

At the edge of the sword energy, Elder Hua put down Xing Zhen and Bei Ruoxi. He reminded: Bei Feng and Xiyao are inside, and wait for the sword energy to be weaker to see if he can go in and meet for the last time.

Xing Zhen asked in confusion: How can you see here clearly with seniors?

Elder Hua pointed to his eyes: Even the dark puppets could see clearly.

The old man had been fighting with dark matter, and she was in great pain, and the clarity in her eyes became less and less.

At some point, he actually raised his wooden stick and swung it towards Xing Zhen. The spiritual energy does not disappoint, and what is squirting out is rich dark matter.

Feng Zhenling shouted loudly, and the sound was mixed with spiritual energy and hit his soul: Stop.

While speaking, the sword energy flew away and bounced off the wooden stick. She couldn't bear to kill, otherwise Elder Hua would be confused with his two consciousnesses.

It was the weakest time that a flying sword could easily take her life.

After shouting loudly, Elder Hua appeared to be stagnant for a moment. The black and Qingming changes in his eyes became more and more frequent, and the black stayed for the most part.

Elder Hua laughed at himself: People are useless when they are old, and they can't hold on for a while.

The old man looked at the turbulent sword energy ahead and said frankly: What I am practicing is medicine, and I had contact with this black substance when I was in Cailuan Kingdom.

In the future, you can temporarily suppress the puppets controlled by the dark. If you wait for a moment, I may be able to let the two inside wake up for a moment.

The two people the old woman refers to were two sword cultivators who were fighting fiercely with Wendao. The sword energy blocked the view and could not see clearly. Perhaps the constellation was a man and a woman.

Bei Ruoxi stared at the two vague but familiar figures, her eyes were red. She still couldn't bear it and whispered: Elder, please suppress your injuries first.

When Elder Hua said something, the man had already begun to act. Now that the sword energy that was crisscrossing, thousands of tiny cracks suddenly broke out in his body.

The old woman in a blink of an eye turned into a bloody man in an instant, her voice was far away and very small: she knew her own body and she was unsuccessful. It was great to deal with this substance for a lifetime.

The old man walked away neatly and never turned around and looked back at the world she missed. Behind him, Bei Ruoxi and Xing really begged, but the old man turned a deaf ear to him.

The edge of the three sword gods covered the range, Feng Zhenling calmly persuaded: Such things are trapped in the Demon Cave every time the tide will be staged. If you see them too much, you will get used to them and become accustomed to them.

This is true, but men and women still cannot accept it. They have the will but lack the strength, and only helpless tears fall.

Grandma Hua knew the result of her trip. This time, she looked at her hunched back from a distance in the dark. She was probably the last time she looked at her back from a distance.

Feng Zhenling is like Xing Zhen and Bei Ruoxi, watching the people around her helplessly step into the darkness again and again. She also cried and hated when she was young, but now she is almost numb.

It is not annoyed that Xingzhen and Bei Ruoxi can't let go. After they have experienced enough, they will naturally be like themselves.

After a long time, the man with the sword and the woman in white cried and were tired and could not shout.

Feng Zhenling spoke slowly: Xing Zhen, since he has arrived at the devil's cave, why not go to the Feng family? Is there any complaints about the Feng family?

Xing Zhener couldn't touch his head and asked back: Why did he go to Feng's house?

Seeing that Feng Zhenling was in a state of uncertainty, Bei Ruoxi hurriedly explained: Xing Zhen was frustrated and didn't remember many things, senior, don't be surprised.

Oh, so that's what a miserable child. Feng Zhenling suddenly realized and felt sorry for her.

Continue to ask: Xing Zhen, do you remember your mother’s name?

Some things are a kind of imprint, and even if the memory is missing, they will be remembered immediately after being mentioned. The imprint of punishment is that the mother is the most important, and the father is the second.

Although my mother's memory is now blurred, her name can still be blurted out: Feng Zhenyu.

Xing Fei's original name is Zhenyu, which is taken from his mother's name. It was because the name of Zhenyu was so eye-catching that Mr. Pang and others asked Xing Zhen to change the name of the Chongjian.

At that time, he also told Xing Zhen that when the heavy sword Zhenyu was in Xing Zhen's mother's hands, it was as light as feathers as if nothing had happened.

The word Xing Zhen also comes from the character Zhen Yu. Needless to say, the surname is naturally followed by his own father. It is the same as the throne before the Dalu Dynasty, the surname of the Daxing Dynasty is the same.

The tall woman reported her name: My name is Feng Zhenling.

Xing Zhen stood there as if he was struck by lightning on the spot. He had the same surname as his mother, and his name was only one word different, and the answer was about to come out.

Seeing the man with the sword in a daze, Feng Zhenling mistakenly thought Xing Zhen did not believe it. She simply pinched her fingers, and Xing Fei automatically flew out of the scabbard.

This heavy sword that has been following me has long been in touch with me. If you want to cut off the connection with Xing Zhen, you can directly control it with magic, but it does not exist in theory.

Seeing that Feng Zhenling did it easily, Xing Zhen had no reason to doubt it.

Feng Zhenling took the punishment with one hand, put his fingers together and then groped on the sword body, murmured: It has not changed, you are still the same.

Then he exchanged the punishment for Xing Zhen, who was in a daze. After the latter took it, he was shocked one after another. He asked in surprise: Senior, how did you do it?

The punishment at this time was no weight, just as it was in his mother's hands. It was as light as a feather as if there was nothing, and the heavy sword was not heavy.
To be continued...