Immortal Sword Master

"It's so cold and so cold"

Suddenly a weak woman's voice poked her head slowly out of the darkness.

She was wearing a thick black dress like a raincoat and a hooded hat with her head down. She could not see her face, but she could see that she was not tall and still trembling.

She was holding a few small figures in her hands, all standing in the shadow of the fire, as if all her children.

"It's so cold, please, let me and my child come over and bake the fire." The woman lowered her head and begged weakly.

Lin Xin watched as she pulled her child to the dark, wearing a hood and lowering her head. Her children also bowed their heads, could not see their faces, and did not say a word. They were so quiet that they did not look like living people!

He didn't know why he suddenly had this idea in his mind, but he couldn't help but think of it.

"I beg you, please" The woman stood on the edge of the fire and kept begging, it seemed that she was about to freeze to death.

Lin Xin thought about it.

"Where did you come from?"

He intends to gather intelligence from the woman.

"I beg you, please" The woman said as if she hadn't heard him asking at all.

I don't know why, looking at her, Lin Xin's heart involuntarily aroused a trace of sympathy and compassion, and immediately opened his mouth.

"In that case, then you enter"

At half the point, he felt a numb scalp faintly, something was wrong, because he immediately saw the woman suddenly lifted her head, a pale and bloodless face. Some protruding eyes stared straight at him. The glance was a little hairy, with a faint hint of joy.

He grabbed his hand on the hilt of his waist.

puff.

Suddenly a flame flared up, and it took a moment before Lin Xin looked back again, and saw that the woman with her child had disappeared.

"You need to be careful." Hongye Jian's voice suddenly came from the darkness.

His figure soon appeared on the edge of the fire.

"Be careful?" Lin Xin asked back.

"This fire represents your life. Your soul, all the roots of your essence." Hongye Sword Master said lightly, "Those things just now are intended to destroy and devour your origin."

"Origin?" Lin Xin did not understand the word for a while.

"When you enter that moment, the area of ​​fire where you stand is the area where your fire of life is burning and illuminating. Once you leave here, or the campfire is extinguished, then. You will also die." Hongye Sword Master Explained.

Lin Xin's heart moved, holding the red flower sword, the aura was slowly injected, trying to summon Inmanto.

But the sword did not respond at all, and the summoning failed!

"Summoning creatures is also useless. This is not a reality, nor is it a two-sided country. What treasures do you have. Can resist decay?" Asked the Lord of the Red Leaf Sword.

"Yes." Lin Xin nodded.

"If you put it on your body alone, the effect will be very weak. You better put it in the bonfire, that is the fire of your life, the fire of all your origins, and use this treasure to comprehensively enhance the origin, it may be able to be more fundamental To the fullest extent. "

Hongye Sword Master explained carefully.

Lin Xin nodded slightly, which really made sense. Remove the herring lamp from his chest, hold it in his hand, and walk to the campfire.

"What should I do?" He is still quite convinced of the Red Leaf Sword Master, after all, the opponent is too much stronger than himself. You can't commit intentional harm to yourself.

"Throw the treasure into the bonfire, so that's all right." The Lord of the Red Leaf whispered.

Lin Xin was holding a herring lamp and was about to be thrown into the bonfire. Suddenly he felt an inexplicable awkwardness.

He hung his hand by the bonfire and stopped.

"The Lord of the Red Leaf Sword has never said so much. It used to be neurotic. There was no sentence to say, why is it so much today?"

He looked back at where the other person was.

But unexpectedly looked at the air, there was no one there, there was nothing but darkness.

My heart was a little cold, Lin Xin put down the herring lamp and re-entered it.

"You put it? Why not?"

The voice of the Lord of the Red Leaf Sword came again, and it seemed to faintly rush.

Lin Xin looked around, but couldn't see his figure at all.

He simply sat next to the fire and turned a deaf ear to everything.

Time passed slowly, Lin Xin didn't know how long it had passed. He only knew that he was getting hungry and thirsty, but he didn't dare to leave the fire.

Whenever he wanted to leave for some water, he was immediately urged to sit down again by a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Repeatedly, several times, the hunger in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The food in his storage bag was quickly consumed, but the sky was still black and there was no light at all.

He didn't know how long it was like that, and the bonfire didn't show any signs of weakening the burn. But intuition told him that it would be best to just keep it as it is.

*

In the woods by the waterfall.

The Lord of the Red Leaf Swords walked aimlessly, not fast or slow, as if on a walk outing, all dangerous beasts around him were like avoiding a viper, seeing him from a distance, or smelling his odor Run away quickly.

He was in the middle of nowhere in the lush and dangerous woods.

After a long walk, he slowly stopped in a wide forest.

In the midst of the forest, there was a wrinkled old man with white hair and dirty robes.

The old man's body was tied around his neck by a large number of white silk threads and hung in the middle of five trees. The ground beneath him had a circle of dense arrays of symbols, as if forming a fixed array to trap him.

"You are still the same." The old man closed his eyes and sank.

"The ninth floor, how many people came in?" Hongye Jianzhu asked slowly.

"More than a hundred people, the batch that came in within 50 years is almost dead," the old man replied.

"What seedlings have you found?" Hongye Jian continued.

"You are incarnations, aren't you on every floor?" The old man asked.

"You know, I only have two hours awake every day." Hongye shook his head.

"It's only these two hours that I dare to see you." The old man also smiled bitterly. "Where is the lion. Is anyone in again?"

Hongye was silent and nodded slowly.

"Both of them have potential."

"Look at it, just look at it, don't interfere."

"One of the country of Yinfu is that I am watching. The other is Qiushui."

"She is not dead yet, Qiushui Jian?"

"Last time. Only Dalbergia was dead." Hongye was silent after he said it.

The old man sighed.

"Where is the white bird?"

"She didn't have time to run when I was crazy." Hongye paused, "I was eaten."

The old man was silent.

After a long absence of words, it seems to reluctantly recover the mood. He spoke again.

"That's fine, she has always loved you, so that she can always be with you," the old man showed a trace of sincere blessing.

"Forever bliss, free from the sea of ​​bitterness."

"Perhaps." Hongye Jian's face was expressionless. "I'm here for you. I'm here to get a little bit of fruit."

"What do you trade for?"

"A drop of essence blood," Hongye said lightly.

"Two drops."

"A drop."

"Two drops!" The old man emphasized.

"Half a drop." Hongye was still expressionless.

"You are all right. Drop by drop." The old man said helplessly, sighing, he carefully pulled a white beard from his chin, and threw it forward gently.

The beard fluttered slowly and fell to the dirt between the two.

As soon as he came into contact with the dirt, the beard suddenly went into the soil. Disappeared soon.

Both waited patiently, watching where the beard disappeared.

Soon, the white beard arched a head out of the soil. It then thickens rapidly and differentiates into branched branches.

The longer the branches, the higher. Longer and bigger. It took almost a dozen breaths to grow into a small silver tree, one person tall.

This small tree quickly grew with lush green leaves, and each leaf was as clear as jade and beautiful.

Soon there were large and small buds between the tree branches, silver flowers like peony, slowly opening. Gorgeous and noble. After a few moments, the petals faded and flew up and down, and the buds unknowingly formed a silver mouse hanging on the trunk.

That silver mouse. The slender tails were attached to the trunk, motionless, silvery and smooth. A closer look revealed that the silver fruit that grew into a mouse form.

"A total of thirteen." Hongye made a move with his hand, and all the mouse fruits fell off automatically, flew towards his cuffs, and sank into it.

After that, he stretched out his fingers and stood in front of him.

With a click, his index finger broke off and flew towards the old man.

The forefinger dissolved in the air into a ball of translucent pale red blood, which seemed to be wrapped with a bit of dazzling red light, emitting a faint light.

Hongye's complexion was also slightly white, and there was a hint of tiredness in his eyes.

"Is he worth your investment?" The old man sighed.

"I have been following him. Among the group of people I entered, he was the most nourished, and he who knows You the fastest is also him. It is still him who can use the local forces to help the fastest. He had a fascination and was safe and sound, "the Hongye Jianzhu explained lightly.

"Well, he hasn't been in for more than fifty years?"

"Yes."

"No wonder" the old man knows ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I'll go first. "Hongye took the fruit of the mouse and turned away.

Leaving the old man looking at a cloud of blood floating in front of his eyes, thoughtful.

*

"It should be five days."

Lin Xin sat motionless by the bonfire.

There was still no darkness, no moon, no starlight, only the bonfire in front of him was burning brightly.

A strong sense of hunger and thirst constantly stimulated his nerves. He wanted to drink water not far from him, but the instinctual threat and sense of crisis kept reminding him that once he went, he might never return. coming.

And the food in the storage bag seemed to be consumed very fast, and I do n’t know why. Obviously in his current state, there would be no problem if he did n’t eat or drink for a while, but only then felt it at this time. (To be continued.)

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