The golden elixir is something that is vital to the life of a cultivator. If an ordinary cultivator loses the golden elixir, his or her entire cultivation will be damaged, or in worst case, he or she will be killed on the spot.

High-level monks like Kou Yuanhua, even if they have profound cultivation, are only at the end of their strength. If the golden elixir returns to the body one day, it will be difficult for them to reach the end of the road in this life and escape the restriction of longevity.

Jiang Qinfeng took a few deep breaths to force himself to calm down, and looked at Xie Lingtan in silence. Xie Lingtan slowly released his hold on his hand.

Jiang Youlin seemed surprisingly calm. His life experience of both the noble and the humble made it easy for him to understand the devil's approach:

"It is a pity that the last Heavenly Dragon of a generation of Immortal Lords has ended up in such a state, but... this is also a road to nowhere."

Everything was completely still for a moment, the wind calmed down and the waves stopped, the clouds dispersed in the sky, and gradually everything disappeared without a trace. The immortal who revealed himself to the golden elixir, and the black dragon who lost half of his heart, all turned into the clouds of time and were carried.

The grains of sand are blown away by the wind.

It's really a human thing, it's just a big dream, it's just a long stretch of yellow sand stretching as far as the eye can see.

No, there is one more thing that is true.

Celestial Sword.

Everything in this illusion has settled into dust and is an unchangeable past. Only the sword stained with Kou Yuanhua and dragon blood has always stayed here, silent and silent.

The Celestial Elephant Sword ranks first among the four treasures in the world of cultivation. If it were taken seriously, it would be ranked as a super SSR in the system. It was left in a very special place like the Dragon Prison, so it failed every time.

Not to mention that Kou Yuanhua lost the golden elixir and lost his cultivation level. Just the fact that he cooperated with the Demon Lord and the sword center wandered was enough to shake the position of the Master of the Sky Sword.

All three people present knew that Kou Yuanhua was no longer the master of the Sky Elephant Sword.

This first sword of cultivation has been without an owner for a long time, and it must be lonely and lonely. It longs for a new owner to pull it up from the dry bones and yellow sand, and once again traverse the world, shining in the six realms, and no sword will dare not to obey.

Jiang Qinfeng scratched his head and took a step back.

To be honest, he has no interest in this sword. In his opinion, this sword is too powerful and full of evil spirit, which is quite inconsistent with his sword intention.

He already has the Soul Sword, and although his abilities are far inferior to this super-SSR-level equipment, in terms of being able to use it with ease, he ranks first in the world.

It's a bit nostalgic and a bit unprogressive, but fortunately it's casual and comfortable.

Jiang Youlin looked at the sword with admiration in his eyes, his eyes burning:

"Is this the Celestial Elephant Sword? No wonder people in the cultivation realm can't find it. It's a shame that it was lost in a place like this."

"Xiao Feng, I don't think you have any desire for this sword. Why?" Xie Lingtan asked.

Jiang Qinfeng showed him a relaxed smile, as if what was in front of him was not a magic weapon, but an ordinary kitchen knife.

"I know, some people may say that I am short-sighted, but I am devoted to the Spiritual Heart Sword. When it comes to other Tianwu, no matter how good or powerful they are, they are always less greedy."

After Jiang Qinfeng said that, he felt the Lingxin sword glowing slightly and the sword vibrating, as if it was responding to his feelings. He couldn't help but smile, thinking that this sword had been with him for ten years, and it had given birth to a child similar to his.

Similar sword heart.

As for the sword, the most important thing is to connect with each other.

He already has a sword that connects his mind, but he has been waiting for his real destiny until Brother Xie.

I thought that these childish and innocent words would lead to Xie Lingtan's persuasion, but the other party slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "You are really good."

Jiang Youlin's obsession with cultivating martial arts has always been lower than his love for his younger brother. Seeing that Jiang Qinfeng really had no intention of acquiring this sword, he immediately felt determined to seize it.

Xie Lingtan blocked his way and confessed: "Master Jiang, I do have some fate with this sword. I think it is waiting for me somewhere."

"What Brother Xie said is really ridiculous. When the Divine Sword looked down upon the world, you were not yet born. Since then, it has been lonely in the Dragon Prison. Is it destined to be with you?"

As a first-class marquis of the Shang Kingdom, Jiang Youlin was personable and elegant. He realized that he was a little embarrassed in front of his younger brother, and the end of his words was a little more deliberate. He paused and smiled with dignity and self-control.

He chuckled: "I see, I am also destined to it."

Jiang Qinfeng thought for a while, and actually he also felt that since Xie Lingtan inherited Kou Yuanhua's swordsmanship and had dragon scales and dragon heart, he might really have a connection with the celestial phenomena. But when he said it, he thought again:

"Since Ayou wants to fight, let's give it a try. He won't be willing to accept it if he hasn't tried it before."

Xie Lingtan turned sideways: "Okay. Give it a try."

Jiang Youlin gave him a cold look, turned around and smiled dimpledly at Jiang Qinfeng, as if he was not competing for the world's best Tianwu, but picking the most outstanding flower in spring for his brother.

Those who are destined can draw their swords and come out.

The more powerful the magic weapon is, the more it has its own character and temperament. Some are based on cultivation, some are based on talent, some are based on aspirations, and some are based on fate.

Jiang Youlin stretched out his hand and grasped the dark sword hilt bit by bit.

A beautiful woman in yellow sand and red clothes, the first sword of red blood and black gold.

It's quite beautiful.

If you can't pull it out, the sword won't respond.

Jiang Youlin sneered: "Why can't it be me?"

The sword still doesn't respond.

Jiang Youlin: "Why can't it be me? There are only two people here who can take you out, not me, but him?"

Across the yellow sand, Jiang Youlin looked up. Jiang Qinfeng and Xie Lingtan stood side by side in the distance, but he was a redundant character.

At times like this, people often can't help but pop up in their minds some unrelated and subtle things, such as the sunset in Xiangmu Village that day, the tired birds returning to the forest, the setting sun like blood, and the mountains covered with blood.

The clouds were so beautiful that he shed tears just as he looked at them.

"Ginger, hurry up!"

"Uncle Jiang, we are all waiting for you!"

"Oh, I don't know if I can have dinner when I go back."

Jiang Youlin couldn't breathe.

The boy in memory scratched his head:

"I can't take something as valuable as yours...I can't help you with anything, no reward for nothing - Eh? Why are you crying again?"

"You...you really don't want it?" His voice was trembling and his eyes were red.

He liked him so much that he always took it out to look back on that heartbreaking afternoon, digging into his heart one knife after another, each knife being engraved with Jiang Qinfeng's name.

Even the sad feeling is like the tide spreading onto the beach in layers, again and again, again and again.

He wanted to remember the pain, encourage himself to keep moving forward, and keep getting stronger, until——

Until he can be by his side forever.

Jiang Youlin exerted all his strength, endured the pain of heart-breaking, and mobilized the precious spiritual energy in his heart. His whole body was shrouded in a layer of blood, his black hair moved without wind, and his red robe made a hunting sound.

Those pair of gorgeous eyes turned red.

"I ask you to answer me!"

"boom--"

"No, the ground is sinking! Run! Ayou, run!"

It was too late. From the moment Jiang Youlin pulled out his sword, the entire yellow sand illusion was collapsing. Sand was flying and rocks were flying. The earth was turned upside down. The sun and the moon were dim. When Jiang Qinfeng saw Jiang Youlin's figure slowly sinking into the whirlpool, his heart tightened and he hurriedly ran up.

, but was held back by Xie Lingtan.

"hold me!"

Jiang Qinfeng's eyes dimmed. It turned out that Xie Lingtan was holding him firmly in his arms, using him as a shield, and together with the sand and stones, they fell into the endless black.

They kept going down, as if they had been falling for a whole century. No matter how they fell, there was no end. What was the end of this eternal night?

It's fire.

Jiang Qinfeng opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Is this hell?

The waterfall formed by the collection of volcanic lava is like a burning river, rolling continuously, rushing down, and flowing into the huge pool of blood below, causing waves of sparks to splash.

Above the blood pool, there is another black island, like iron that is boiling in a furnace all the time. The cracks and lines are all golden and fiery red flames, heat and light, blood and iron, fire.

With the sword, it illuminates the dark night of hell.

Xie Lingtan: "It seems that we can only find a way to escape from those swords."

Jiang Qinfeng followed his line of sight and saw that the black iron island was covered with countless black swords, which were exactly the same as the Celestial Elephant Sword. I was dazzled. I would not be able to see all these swords using normal methods even if it took hundreds of years, let alone

Talk about finding the real Celestial Sword.

"How could this be?"

Jiang Qinfeng searched around but didn't see Jiang Youlin. He had to admit that he was really separated. He regretted that he was so reckless. He had acted so willfully. Now he was in big trouble.

Xie Lingtan answered him: "I don't know, maybe it's a trial."

"Get away first, and then go and have a round with Ayou. We have to do it as soon as possible—"

Jiang Qinfeng had just taken two steps when he was pulled back into his arms by Xie Lingtan. He bumped into the cold and hard muscles, which made him panic and felt like he was locked in his arms.

Earn it, you can't earn it.

"Thank you...brother?"

He had never been treated so roughly by Xie Lingtan. The first time he was not scared or angry, he was actually confused.
To be continued...