These days, he deliberately said that he would swallow it. Today, he wanted to explore the nature and take it with him. It was a self-defense object. He looked down like a sword grave. What did he feel about it?

He looked at the red bows below, which was not a good thing. He hesitated in his heart whether he wanted to go down or not. If he went down, he met something he shouldn't.

This place is in Shangyuan city again. I'm afraid it's on the verge of extinction because of the besieged environment. This person has to be more careful.

Moreover, this small hole is extremely difficult to climb. It may be easy to have a place to borrow force when you go down, but you have to climb up later. This small hole can't borrow force at such a landslide.

After thinking about it, he simply took it out to swallow it and touched his sword, which was shining slightly.

Today is also helpless, let you dig first.

After hearing this, he pulled out the scabbard and carefully looked for the soil, which was softer than he thought. After a whole day's work, the elder brother was chiseled open.

With the help of fitness, he slowly slides down, and then when he falls to the ground, he feels a burning feeling. From his brother's real pain, he looks at the fitness, most of which are good, most of which are good swords, and even some other weapons that can't be seen clearly.

Maybe he came to the deeper brother and could touch something similar to magma, but he didn't feel like it immediately. The smell here dissipated a lot. On the contrary, he could smell a warm smell in the air, which was not bad but not good.

He stretched out his hand and gathered a spirit fire on his fingertips. Suddenly, the light was much brighter. It was not ideal to use those two beads to illuminate here. He took a long look at the ground.

The soil below is maroon, completely different from the black soil above. If you go further, there is a kind of gray mud on these walls, and you also write some words or draw some pictures.

However, they are very scribbled and can't distinguish anything. It's probably because they haven't been seriously damaged underground. Although some things feel scribbled, they can roughly see what kind of shape they are.

There are also some swords, some with tendon sheath, some not directly inserted in the soil in the middle of the East, which looks like a swamp. When he gets close to him, Xu fan can feel the more obvious vibration of swallowing ink, and it will be much calmer if he gets away from it. What does that mean?

If he can't figure it out, he can only figure out the things on the wall first. The words should be understood, but he can't understand them. The patterns are not to mention. This place is like an ellipse, but the bottom is like a square, and the sky is round.

He walked around as if he had found something, but there was no key breakthrough. Some things were strange or full of mysteries, but he could not find anything.

Only when he came to a sunken place did he find that a stone tablet had fallen down. He used his arrow to poke the dust on it. He could see three words: Zhuxian cave.

It's really a big tone to cry for immortals. Not to mention how many people who practice the road have become immortals, it proves that this is a place of rewards and punishments. Most of the punishments are at the cost of life. Are the swords in the swamp all the swords of the dead before they died.

He was a little surprised to think of this, and it would be too terrible to be like this.

It seems that there is red on the three words. I always feel that this place has not been opened for many years. Can this kind of red still exist? Unless it's killing too many people, that piece of red has gone deep into the stone and can't be melted.

He looked at the things on the wall. They didn't look like one's own. But many people left them here. Maybe they left them before their lives. Why didn't they see half of the bones? They were all swords and magic weapons. It's really strange.

At this time, the vibration of swallowing ink became more and more obvious. Mingming didn't feel it when he just used it to remove the dust, so he directly took it off and was about to go to the swamp. Xu Fan quickly held it forward.

Unfortunately, the fitness seems to have its own meaning, a strong rush to the mud.

He felt that a sword had such great strength. If he rushed forward like this, he couldn't hold it.

The scabbard is also a treasure, but it can only be suppressed. Moreover, compared with the vibration of the sword, the scabbard has no sound at all.

But at this time, he found another sword trembling in the swamp. In fact, the scope of his spiritual fire was not large. Why could he feel so obvious? He noticed the sword only when he felt a red light swaying around.

Most of these pieces were wrapped by various kinds of dirty things. Originally, they could not be seen, but Xu Fan recognized them. They were similar to Lin Ruoyu's swords, even very similar.

If it wasn't for the origin and connection of these 100 pieces, he would see the shaking of this one in his hand, but the call of the sword in the mud.

He can't let go like this. If he loses the ink, it's a lot of trouble, but he's not like that either. Lin Ruoyu drags himself into the mire. Maybe he can't find the bodies here, because they are all in the mire.

"I said I'm the ancestor of sword. Don't take it any more. If you go on like this, you'll be destroyed in the mud."

But when he said this, Lin Ruoyu's action became bigger and bigger. He thought it was no longer possible, so he had to suppress it.

He flipped his left hand on the fitness and pulled it back. This time, he pulled the sword back. He was quick to use the tendon sheath and put it on. Sure enough, there was a sheath. Although there was still vibration, there was not much movement, just like before.

But at the moment, the movement of the sword in the swamp is getting bigger and bigger. Xu Fan looks at the swamp, and the sword is in the center. He can't fly to pick it up, but he may drag himself in.

But he was really curious. Why did this sword react so much with his own Lin Ruoyu?

Does it rain? To his surprise, the sword actually got out of the mud and flew straight to Xu Fan. To be exact, it flew to the ink swallow in Xu Fan's hand.

Xu Fan couldn't dodge, so he felt that the sword hit his wrist. With a pain, he threw Lin Ruoyu to the ground. At this time, the two swords were lined up, and there was light and shadow flowing.

Today, he should tell his master that his sword is perfect.

He wanted to get closer, but he was a little afraid, and the two swords calmed down a lot.

He came forward carefully and touched Lin Ruoyu's hand, but he didn't encounter any attack. On the dirty sword, he moved aside.