Chapter 151

It is very quiet around. This is a yard. In the yard, a small pavilion stands beside the pond. In the pond, there are also small fish wandering!

"Young master, where is this place?"

Looking at the strange scene, she couldn't help but ask.

"Ink garden!"

Don't ask the sky lightly.

I saw two faint prints on the courtyard, these two words, with a smell of ink, but with another

Xiao Sha's intention!

"Scholarly sword array!"

It seems that you have remembered something. Don't ask heaven. His face suddenly changed.

"How can the scholarly sword array appear here!"

Mo Wentian took a breath, and then turned his head. Mo Wentian's face changed greatly. He saw that in this small courtyard, I don't know when, countless ink chrysanthemums suddenly opened.

A faint smell of ink filled the courtyard.

"Young master, it smells good..."

Whispering eyes are full of happiness.

"Don't touch anything, hold your breath!"

Mo Wentian's cold voice came. The next moment, a faint sword spirit flashed from Mo Wentian's chest.

"Brush..."

Who will pay attention to the sword Qi in the ink fragrance.

The sword flashed, Mo Wentian's chest was cut, and a trace of blood penetrated out.

"What a strong sword!"

Mo Wentian took a breath. His physique is already supreme gold. Now Mo Wentian, even the sword gang of the sword emperor, is difficult to hurt Mo Wentian.

But the sword Qi

"Back!"

It seems that you have found something. Mo Wentian suddenly hugged him and whispered, disappearing quickly.

"Pooh..."

The three sword Qi fell on the place where Mo Wentian disappeared. The sword Qi fell on the ground and disappeared directly. Where the sword Qi passed, all the ink chrysanthemums withered!

"Who left the jianhuang hall? How can there be a scholarly sword array here..."

Mo Wentian's figure appeared in the corner of the courtyard, where several ink chrysanthemums were scattered. But with the emergence of Mo Wentian, ink chrysanthemums emerged out of thin air and opened rapidly!

"Young master, what's going on?"

Mo Qingyu asked with a pale face.

"This is the sword array!"

Don't ask the sky for a low drink, and then the figure flashed and disappeared again.

"Go to the pavilion in the middle!"

It seems that you have found something. Don't ask. Suddenly, there is a light in the sky's eyes. Ink chrysanthemums appear in all places in the small courtyard, only in the small pavilion

No ink chrysanthemum appeared.

"Go!"

With a cold drink, don't ask the sky about the body method, and rush directly to the pavilion.

"Brush..."

It seemed that Mo Wentian's action was sensed, and a dozen sword Qi came towards Mo Wentian like lightning.

"Bad..."

Don't ask heaven's face, instantly changed, such a dense sword, even if his body method is good, it's difficult

"Fireball!"

But the next moment, when Mo Wentian was about to retreat, the whisper in his arms suddenly gave a low cry, and he saw fireballs directly hitting the sword gas!

"Boom..."

The sword Qi fell on the fireball and dissipated directly.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Don't ask the sky for a moment, and don't even forget the dozen sword Qi killed around!

"Fireball..."

Light language saw that his fireball technique worked, and played several fireballs again. The fireball hit the sword gas, and the sword gas dissipated directly, while the light language fireball fell in the yard.

"Buzzing..."

These fireballs, even ink chrysanthemums, began to burn.

"This ink chrysanthemum is transformed by the sword, and it can also burn?"

Don't ask the sky for a while, dumbfounded, whispered in his arms, but a smiling face was excited.

"Go to the Pavilion!"

Mo Wentian finally recovered, hugged softly and entered the pavilion.

In the pavilion, there is a case table.

On the desk, there are both pen and ink. The ink colored pen looks not like a pen, but more like

A sword!

"Pen sword..."

Don't ask the cold flash in the sky's eyes, a finger sword fell, and the pen sword on the desk directly broke!

"Buzzing..."

In the yard, it returned to normal again, ink chrysanthemum disappeared, and only a few small fireballs were still burning in the yard!

"Whisper, where did you learn your little fireball?"

It seemed that he remembered something. Mo Wentian suddenly asked Mo softly.

"Fireball?"

Mo Qingyu was slightly stunned, and then whispered, "Qingyu doesn't know where to learn it. Qingyu has long been in his mind..."

"There has been..."

"Is it the inheritance of memory!"

Mo Wentian frowned deeply. Last time, he found that whispering had some special memories. Now, combined with the fireball technique, is whispering

There is really a heritage memory!

"What else can you do except fireball?"

Mo Wentian looked at the light language and suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"What else?"

Light language thin eyebrow slightly wrinkled, then his face was excited and said, "light language can also fire dragon skill!"

"Fire dragon, come out!"

"Roar..."

A roar came, Mo Wentian only felt a very hot breath, and saw a eight barren fire dragon appear in front of Mo Wentian

"This is..."

"The light language of the eight wasteland sword!"

Don't ask the sky for a while, dumbfounded, eight wasteland sword meaning, that is the sword meaning understood by the sword emperor, eight wasteland, are wind, fire, cloud and thunder, gold wood and ice rock respectively.

Among the eight wastelands, there are strong and weak, among which thunder, fire, gold and ice are the most powerful.

"Whisper, if the fire dragon is not dangerous, don't call it out, okay?"

Seems to think of something, don't ask the sky suddenly whispered.

"Yes, young master!"

Light language quickly took back the fire dragon.

"Four elephant beast, eight wasteland, others understand a kind of four elephant sword meaning, and then understand a kind of eight wasteland sword meaning can become the king of the sword, but I......"

Don't ask the light in the eye of heaven.

The swordsman with the meaning of green dragon sword understands the wasteland of fire attribute, that is, the fire dragon sword emperor, and understands the ice attribute, that is, the ice dragon sword emperor, understands the cloud attribute, that is, the cloud dragon sword emperor

Don't ask the heaven to understand the four images. If you understand the wilderness, isn't it

"Master, there are words!"

At this time, the voice of whispering came again. Mo Wentian's figure flashed and appeared next to whispering.

A small boundary monument appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Shuxiangyuan!"

Light four words appeared on the boundary monument. At the next moment, the scene in front of Mo Wentian changed again, and their figures appeared in a hall.

"Soul breaking sword, human soul breaking..."

In the hall, faint sounds floated in the wind, and mysterious sounds seemed to take away even the spirit

"Soul breaking sword..."

In the hall, Mo Wentian suddenly opened his eyes and saw a sculpture in the middle of the void. On the sculpture, there were four words written faintly, the soul breaking sword emperor!

"Is the soul breaking sword emperor of the western regions..."

Don't ask the sky to exclaim, Shuxiang sword array, soul breaking sword emperor, what else is hidden in the sword emperor Hall

"Boy, do you want the sword emperor order?"

At this time, a dry voice suddenly came. Mo Wentian turned his head and saw a dry body sitting quietly in the corner!

"Who are you?"

Mo Wentian saw this man and hurriedly stepped back and asked.

"Hahahaha... Who am I? Who am I after 8000 years? Why am I here? Who can tell me why I am here..."

Dry body, suddenly stood up, a wanton voice, crazy.

"Young master..."

Whispers scared hurriedly hide behind Mo Wentian.

"My name is qingmo mountain. I'm a disciple of the soul breaking sect. All my disciples are dead. Why am I still alive..."

The figure was suddenly confused.

Then he seemed to think of something. The man suddenly looked at Mo and asked, "boy, do you want the sword emperor order?"

"Order of the sword emperor..."

Don't ask the sky to look at the old man, his eyes flashing madly.

Broken soul sect?

Ten thousand years ago, the broken soul sect!

Ten thousand years ago, the soul breaking sect was the first sect in the northern region. Its patriarch, the soul breaking sword emperor, had a sword and a piano.

Piano sound, sword soul! But now