i have a sword fairy

Chapter 533 The autumn air is so strong today that it is appropriate to kill someone ([-])
Dali Imperial Mausoleum, the main hall of the underground palace.

The last nine breaths.

"In addition to that outsider martial artist, I actually visualized another guy's avenue landscape."

On the tall building, the sword spirit in purple looked down at the heart lake below.

"If it is said that the Dao of the martial artist outside the realm is that the evil dragon and the dragon carp are distinct, and that yin and yang coexist together, then the magic dragon that was killed and eaten by the martial artist and completed the Dao also has a set of Dao skills, which is also about... evil. Jiao and dragon carp."

Zhao Rong frowned, nodded and said softly, "Six breaths."

Gui turned around with his hands behind his back, and said directly: "What is a demon dragon? Becoming a demon. The dragon carp dives, crosses the cordon into the abyss, and lets a certain evil dragon in the abyss swallow it... that's all."

"The dragon carp transforms into a demon dragon, and the physical cultivation is one level higher."

It's short and to the point.

Hearing the words, the one-armed Confucian scholar in the middle of Fuyao Realm took a deep breath and uttered two words: "Three breaths."

Sword Spirit's voice suddenly sank.

"Nine breaths. Now you, the Daolong carp can only wait in Qianyuan for nine breaths. Even so, you have to pay a lot of money. Once the nine breaths arrive, I will help you out of trouble, otherwise... you can go back I can't come back either."

It speaks very fast.

"Zhao Rong, advanced martial arts, nine breaths, is that enough?"

After the Fuyao state, Wu Fu and Tao Xiu parted ways.

Daoxiu focuses on spiritual energy cultivation, Haoran Tianzhi Jindan...

Wufu continued to refine his body and climbed to the ninth rank of martial arts...

As for the monks and warriors in the same realm, they are invincible in close quarters.

Nine breaths into the devil, the physique is elevated by one level, that is... a ninth-rank martial artist.

The one-armed Confucian scholar dragged a blood-stained scabbard with one hand, and walked slowly into the blood circle outlined by the blood in the center of the hall.

He turned around, put his scabbard on the ground, and nodded his head.

"enough."

However, the sword spirit who knew this Jiaochiyuan best, did not breathe a sigh of relief after learning that its moves might help the one-armed scholar's plan, but sighed lightly for some reason.

It turned its head, and stopped looking at the heart lake below, where dragons, carp and evil dragons coexist harmoniously with great painstaking efforts.

the next moment.

Zhao Rong and Gui, who remained silent together, turned their eyes to the entrance of the underground palace at the same time.

There is a dark tomb passage.

The hour has come.

The grand and dark hall.

The blood dripped from the severed arm of the one-armed Confucian scholar.

A grain of orange light in the southeast corner swayed from side to side, reflecting the vertical shadow of the candle on the wall.

Everything... was quiet.

There was no sound from outside.

There is no sound that is forbidden by the 'behemoth' shaking the imperial mausoleum!

Gui whispered: "That old bastard, is this... leaving?"

Zhao Rong stared at the quiet tomb passage without saying a word.

Jian Ling's tone was not only consciously higher, "Zhao Rong, did your wife or Zhu Yourong come here in time? Scare this old beast away, or kill him directly!"

Zhao Rong still didn't speak.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the lonely candle in the southeast corner of the main hall.

Anyway, he breathed a sigh of relief, saw some abnormalities in Zhao Rong, and asked curiously: "Say something, hey, what are you looking at... What kind of ghost lamp did you put in the corner?"

"Hey, why is its fire jumping all the time, the flame body is crooked."

Zhao Rong stretched out three fingers holding the scabbard, and turned his head slowly while feeling something in the hall.

He said softly, "It's windy."

The wind is blowing the candles.

Gui was startled, "Wind? Where is the wind leaking from this airtight underground palace?"

The outstretched fingers of the one-armed Confucian scholar felt some kind of air current coming from behind. He turned around, his eyes swept around, and finally... landed on the tall dragon coffin.

Gui's eyes followed his gaze, and suddenly he was surprised: "Is there wind in the dragon's coffin?"

Zhao Rong raised his head and looked left and right at the hidden underground palace, then looked down at the dragon coffin leaked by the wind, and pursed his lips.

I don't know what he was thinking.

The sword spirit couldn't help repeating at this time, "There is wind leaking out of this dragon coffin! Good Zhao Rong, you really are the way of heaven and earth. This is really your destiny, and you should not die!"

It said in surprise: "Zhao Rong, there is definitely something strange inside. There is probably an exit hidden inside. Otherwise, where does the atmosphere come from? Pry it open, check it out, and see if we can escape! Taking advantage of the old man outside I don’t know why the animal didn’t move, so hurry up!”

Hearing Jian Ling's hasty suggestion.

The one-armed Confucian scholar did not move.

He stood there for a while, his calm gaze withdrawn from the dragon coffin, as if nothing had happened.

In the blood circle in the center of the empty hall, the one-armed Confucian scholar suddenly started to make another strange move.

Holding the scabbard, he continued to walk within the blood circle.

Walking and walking, turning around from time to time.

The end of the scabbard dragged on the ground, and the blood dripped all the way to the floor.

Zhao Rong's movements were slow and orderly.

As if in no rush.

This time, he no longer used the bloody scabbard to draw a simple circle, but...

Following the path of his footsteps, the dark red blood gradually outlined a strange pattern on the cold, black floor.

Gui looked at the pattern on the ground that seemed harmonious and beautiful at first glance, but became more and more mysterious and weird as he looked at it, he condensed his voice.

"This is……"

"Six-pointed star."

After the one-armed Confucian scholar finished drawing the last stroke of the hexagram, he stopped and answered calmly in his heart.

Gui: "...???"

I understand every word you said, but what the heck is it connected together!

Zhao Rong saw the self-doubt and confusion that Sword Spirit fell into, but he didn't explain it.

Of course it doesn't know this thing, even if it is an unknown power that can travel outside the world before its fall.

But this hexagram pattern belongs to the world of Zhao Rong's previous life, and it should have never appeared in this world. It's normal that it doesn't know it.

The one-armed Confucian scholar chuckled inwardly.

At this moment, in the main hall of the magnificent underground palace, if you look down from the dome, you will see such a picture:
With the central dragon coffin as the center, a mysterious blood-colored hexagram 'blooms' in all directions.

A blood circle connected the six corners of the hexagram, completely surrounding it and the dragon coffin.

In the southeast corner of the main hall, a white candle was burning silently, and the flame was beating.

Once again bluffed by the strange thing that the sword master took out, the purple-clothed sword spirit who had always been a senior of Yu Yu was suddenly upset, and said arrogantly with his chest in his arms:
"What are you laughing at? What hexagrams... It's like drawing a ghostly talisman. Hey, let's go, let's go open the coffin. Why waste time drawing this thing?"

Dragging the scabbard, the one-armed scholar calmly walked into the blood-colored hexagram, came to the side of the dragon coffin, jumped lightly, and sat on the dragon coffin.

Drawing weird blood circles, drawing mysterious hexagrams, and putting on eerie 'ghost blowing lights'... Of course, these are not for sword spirits.

At this moment, the main hall of the underground palace.

His white clothes were soaked in blood, and he sat alone in the dragon coffin, with the scabbard on his knees, and said softly, "He has come."

"What he..." Sword Spirit stopped suddenly after speaking halfway...

"What are you drawing?"

In the long and dark tomb passage that the one-armed Confucian scholar faced calmly, an old and hoarse voice suddenly came out.

A disfigured old Confucian scholar walked out slowly from the darkness where he had been standing for a long time.

Ask with a chuckle.

……

　Thanks for the 9000 coin reward from the good brother "Canjiu Shenluo"!Thanks to the good brother "Xingyueling" for the reward of 6800 coins!Thanks for the 5000 coin reward from the good brother "When the Rain Turns and the Sunny Qianjiang Dance"!
　　
　
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