Beyond the wild forest, there are large tracts of ancient tombs.

The air was filled with eerie mist, and in the mist, the sound of bells could be heard in the distance.

An extremely dangerous feeling immediately appeared in Ning Fan's heart.

Little Dugu was wandering around and did not notice the danger of this place.

She quietly looked at the large tracts of barren graves and remained silent.

My heart feels slight pain again...

In my mind, scenes of blood and flesh flying everywhere appeared inadvertently.

"pain..."

She held her head in one hand. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with pain, and she almost fell down.

Ning Fan ignored the strange sound of the bells and hurriedly supported little Dugu, pouring a steady stream of mana into her body.

"What's wrong!" Ning Fan's face was full of worry.

"It's nothing...just a little uncomfortable...I'm much better now." With Ning Fan's help, Xiao Dugu's face gradually improved.

And the sound of bells on all sides is getting closer and closer.

In the gloomy mist, four giant ghosts with broken eight levels of cultivation were carrying a huge iron sedan covered with chains, walking towards them with murderous intent.

On the huge iron sedan, sat a green-faced and fanged ghost, wearing a red robe, with a level of cultivation at the level of a loose immortal, but his physical strength was comparable to that of a life immortal!

Gradually, the second, third, and fourth iron sedan appeared in the thick fog.

Four iron sedan chairs, sixteen giant ghosts with broken eight levels of cultivation, and four ghosts who became immortals in the flesh!

Ning Fan's eyes were shocked. Fortunately, the Eight Giant Ghosts were broken, but the four ghosts with immortal bodies were definitely not something he could defeat!

The power of one punch from these four ghosts is comparable to a blow from the Immortal of Destiny!

roar!

The iron sedan landed on the ground, and sixteen eight-headed giant ghosts strode forward. The ground shook with every step they took.

The four immortal ghosts had empty eyes. Two of them raised their fingers and pressed down. Two sword lights came out from their fingers and attacked directly towards Emperor Xia.

The other two people swayed and disappeared without a trace. The next moment, one on the left and one on the right, appeared on both sides of Ning Fan and Xiao Dugu. The ghost claws directly grabbed Ning Fan and the two.

The force of a casual grasp is enough to easily tear apart the immortal!

"roll!"

Emperor Xia's eyes turned cold and he shouted out one word. His voice immediately turned into an invisible sword light and slashed at 20 ghosts.

In just one moment, all 16 giant ghosts were cut into pieces.

And the four demons with mortal bodies were directly killed by the sonic sword.

"The Art of Sword of Speech!" Ning Fan's eyes were shocked, and he didn't expect that the art of Sword of Speech actually existed.

It seems that Teng Xianrou is very interested in the art of speaking and swordsmanship. It would be a good thing to give this art to Teng Xianrou.

Look at the 20 ghosts that were instantly killed by Emperor Xia. Once they fell to the ground, they immediately turned into broken ancient swords. Their aura was dim and their sword power was scattered.

"These are sword ghosts. When the sword master dies, the sword spirit dies, and the sword spirit becomes a ghost, that is the sword ghost. When I was young, I almost died in the hands of the sword ghost here..."

After saying this, Emperor Xia took out a jade slip from his storage bag and gave it to Ning Fan.

When Ning Fan looked at the jade slips, what was recorded on them was actually the method of practicing the art of speaking and swordsmanship.

"The power of the word sword is not strong, but it contains a trace of the great magical power of 'words follow the law'... The three realms of true immortals are the realm of transcending truth, giving up space, and broken thoughts. The second realm of broken thoughts is the realm of words.

, the realm of thoughts... The words are followed by the Dharma, and the thoughts are generated. This is the key to breaking through the realm of broken thoughts... This technique is not strong. But it may help you understand the realm of the words and the Dharma as soon as possible. "

Emperor Xia finished speaking and moved forward again.

Ning Fan sighed softly. Along the way, Emperor Xia kept giving him opportunities. All he wanted was his help.

After putting away the jade slip, Ning Fan led Dugu and followed Emperor Xia, making up his mind to help Emperor Xia recover the remains of Meng Bingyun.

Every trap and formation was easily broken by Emperor Xia.

One by one, powerful sword ghosts were killed by Emperor Xia with a raised finger.

He has been here many times, and since Meng Bingyun passed away, he has forced his way into the forbidden area again and again.

At first, his cultivation was not enough and he was not an enemy of Sword Demon. Every time he came, he came back defeated.

Later, he fully understood life and death and was able to fight against the Sword Demon, but was unable to enter the Sword Lake again.

Six million years have passed, and his strength has long been comparable to that of a true immortal.

He can easily kill some living and dead things here. But he cannot enter the Sword Lake.

The lake seemed to be laughing at him. What he had lost could never be regained.

"arrive..."

Across a high mountain, behind the high mountain is a flat lake. There is a circle of strange rocks around the pool, and an ancient sword is stuck on each of the strange rocks.

The lake water was rippling into the lake, seemingly ordinary, but Ning Fan sensed a hint of danger from the lake water.

Ning Fan's eyes flashed. He picked up a fallen leaf from the ground and threw it into the lake.

Fallen leaves fall into the lake, sink directly, and condense into ice...

"Can't even the fallen leaves float..." Ning Fan frowned.

With his small five-element body, it is not difficult to defend against the ice power of this lake.

But with his current level of cultivation, if he entered the lake, he would probably sink forever like a fallen leaf and never surface again.

I'm afraid only the immortals can come and go freely in this lake.

Of course, any immortal has only one chance to enter the lake. The second time he enters the lake, if the law does not allow it, he will definitely die.

"This is the Sword Lake, also known as the Wenxin Sword Lake. It is said that the water in this lake can reflect the reflection of the past life... But the reflection can only be seen by yourself, not others."

After Xia Huang said this, Ning Fan and Xiao Dugu all approached the lakeside with curiosity and looked down at the reflection in the lake.

The reflection in the water of Ningfan Lake is a butterfly, but not just one, but hundreds or thousands of them.

He has been reincarnated countless times, and he has been a butterfly in every life.

He exchanged his butterfly life for this human life.

"Can you see the past life..." Ning Fan turned his gaze and looked at Dugu.

But at this moment, Dugu looked at the reflection in the pool and couldn't stop crying.

What did she see? Ning Fan didn't know, only Dugu himself knew.

"Don't cry...I'm here."

Ning Fan didn't know what Dugu saw, so he didn't ask. He just held Dugu's slightly trembling body tightly in his arms, trying to use his body temperature to warm her hesitant heart at the moment.

"Ning Xiaomo, in your previous life, you were a butterfly, right..." Xiao Dugu asked in a low voice.

"Um."

"So that's it... I gave up my sword and the life-long killings in order to meet you again in this life. It's finally worth it..." She didn't say much, just saying words that Ning Fan couldn't understand.

Although he didn't understand much, Ning Fan's heart was touched for no reason.

He vaguely felt that he owed Dugu too much.

"What on earth did you see..." Ning Fan asked lovingly.

"Don't ask, never know..." Dugu raised a tear-stained smile.

Ning Fan wanted to use the whispering technique to see what Dugu had seen.

In his previous life, he owed Dugu, right...

He wanted to see clearly, but unfortunately, there was too strong a force in Dugu's body to protect her, making Ning Fan unable to see her thoughts clearly.

Don't ask, never know...

That's good...

Dugu stretched out his hand and carefully touched the outline of Ning Fan's face, feeling grateful and satisfied.

This was the first time she took the initiative to touch Ning Fan.

There seemed to be something extra in her eyes... it was attachment.

Ning Fan's heart ached when he didn't come, and he hugged Dugu tightly in his arms.

Damn it, what on earth did this woman see...she could actually cry...

If there is no answer, if she doesn't tell it, she won't tell it for the rest of her life.

Maybe Ning Fan can only find this answer by himself, maybe he won't be able to find it in his lifetime.

"Cough cough cough..." Emperor Xia coughed awkwardly.

He is still here, and the two young couples are hugging each other. They are so forgetful.
To be continued...