The Sword Dynasty

The door of the last warehouse opened.

An accumulated dust fell from the crack of the door, and there was a sound of fine crawling reptiles walking quickly.

All the warehouses in the past, even if they were extremely cluttered, but because of the vitality of the world, because of the natural glory of the gems and gems, they will all look magnificent.

However, this warehouse made no one think of it.

When the warehouse door opened, there was no glory, only a gloomy smell, the smell of musty dust after many years of unopening.

This feeling is no different from opening an abandoned warehouse that has not been used for many years.

Before the sun penetrates into the warehouse, Ding Ning and others have already seen that there is no wooden shelf in this warehouse, only a pile of mounds, like graves.

Such a picture naturally makes people feel that there is a strange atmosphere breeding.

And just when he felt digging into these mounds, Ding Ning felt a familiar taste.

A loud bang.

There was a terrible murderous intent on the top of this warehouse. There were countless tiny starlights quickly gathered together, turned into a cold net, and swept toward Ding Ning.

In every tiny starlight, there are countless turbulent waves.

There is an independent prohibition in this storeroom, and it seems to be stronger than the prohibition from the outside world.

Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly.

He just stretched his hand in an unusually simple way.

The sword light of the Great Sword flashed in front of him, and then a crystal crack appeared in the space in front of it, just like this sword directly cut the space.

Those starlights fell into crystal cracks and shattered in an instant, just like a starlight turned into stars, returning to the starry sky again.

Ding Ning's eyes flashed violently, and then he took a step back.

"how?"

The elder Sun Qingxue looked at him in shock and anxiety. She knew exactly what the state of Ding Ning is now. Especially after he directly used the big sword, such a step back represented an unusual meaning.

"What's inside is important to her."

Ding Ning was silent for a moment, looked at her and said.

The true element in his body did not fluctuate very much. It was not because of the force collision that the step back was taken, but the strong will in the starlight. If he did not show weakness, the broken starlight would probably The violent and more violent energy fluctuations may completely destroy this warehouse.

Lin Zhuojiu's face also dignified.

He is very familiar with the taste of these starlights. Jiaodong County and even Bashan Jianchang, no one except Zheng Xiu can communicate with the cold starry sky and attract that kind of starlight to the ground.The will in this starlight is of course Zheng Xiu's will.

Just the breath of fighting at this moment, let him be sure that this warehouse is different from all the previous warehouses. This warehouse is not what Jiaodong County is fighting for, but Zheng Xiu’s own secret, which she needs. , Or something sealed.

The practitioner's perception is naturally more accurate than what he sees.

When their perception penetrated into this warehouse, they quickly got the answer.

These large and small mounds are indeed graves.

In these mounds, there are decaying bones, in one mound is the bones of a dog, and then in the mound, there is another bone of a beast, and then there are the bones of some children, either male or female, age Increasing in sequence, the last few belong to the corpses of practitioners, the corpses of girls and teenagers.

In addition to these corpses, there are many miscellaneous things buried in the mound, there are children's playthings, unfinished paintings, some letterheads, the last mound is the smallest, and there is a jar of wine in it.

These things are buried in this storeroom, which seems extraordinarily weird, but when everyone's perception here is swept one by one, when the pictures of these things appear one by one in the mind, even the longest Sun Qianxue, who most dislikes thinking, However, these pictures are clearly connected together, and the connection has become the footprint of Zheng Xiu's life.

She seemed to see Zheng Xiu's carefree growth in her childhood. The rider's trojan, the rattles in the hands of the children in Changling, and some playthings made of grass leaves, but these things soon changed into swords.

She saw that Zheng Xiu personally killed her favorite, accompanied by her companion, from dogs, cubs, mounts, then buddies, buddies who practice together, and finally slayed in the battle of killing each other.

Among the bones of the last few girls and teenagers, there is a similar breath to her. This breath comes not only from the practice of cultivation, but also from similar blood lines.

In other words, these girls and teenagers should be her brothers and sisters, who practice the same exercises as hers.

Chang Sun Qianxue was the person who hated Zheng Xiu most naturally, but these pictures appeared continuously in her mind at this time. She seemed to see Zheng Xiu bloody walking out of Jiaodong County. For a moment, the emotions in her heart were extremely complicated. I don't even understand what kind of emotion I am.

Ding Ning also felt silent. When his perception left the jar of wine in the last mound, he took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, saying, "That jar of wine was in Changling I brewed it myself."

"Alcohol can make people forget fatigue, it can also make the body warm up, and it can make people forget a lot of unhappiness."

"So in the many years when we first entered Changling, after many battles, especially after hearing that we lost some friends, we would all drink."

"It's just that there is not much wine brewed by hand, because there is not much leisure, and there are not many times when you are in a good mood. After brewing, you often have an agreement with each other about what will be done or when you will drink with someone."

Ding Ning looked at Lin Zhuojiu and Chang Sun Qingxue, he did not hide any depression or pain, and then continued: "She seems to have buried all of her past...but no matter what the past, no matter how the past. No matter There are many reasons, or reasons for being sympathetic. It is wrong to treat a friend in this way and to treat a friend's sincerity."

"Looking at what you say, I'm relieved." Lin Zhuojiu smiled lightly. "It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, I'm just worried. The things here are also deliberately arranged by her, lest you will come in one day in the future, and then these Things just make you weak. People like her can kill you as long as you have a weak sword in mind when facing her."

"When you entered Changling Mausoleum and wanted to kill the palace, you didn't struggle with right or wrong, but to kill her."

Ding Ning shook his head, "Just never thought that so many people came to Changling, Jianyi was not weak but ultimately failed. Otherwise, Yan Xinlan will not die."