The villain, the Son, frantically attacked them in order to survive

This asked the sky burial vein is indeed very large.

Lu Mu diffused his spiritual consciousness, and he could perceive that within a few miles around, different infuriating fluctuations had erupted one after another. Presumably, apart from them, everyone else had problems with the spirit beasts born and raised in the burial vein.

"It's not the way to find it this way."

"Then Mr. Lu has some good ideas?"

Luo Shuangning folded her hands on her chest, the ravine was looming, her almond eyes slanted, she stared at Lu Mu with a half-smile.

If you talk about this, Lu Mu will not be sleepy.

He immediately took out a dilapidated and old lamp niche from the spirit ring. This lamp niche looked dilapidated and covered with cracks, but there was a trace of spirit patterns on the wall of this niche, and inside the lamp niche, There is a fine and silent gray mist, it seems to be an ancient artifact, if it is placed in normal times, it is definitely not worth mentioning, but now it can help him find the inheritance in Wentian Tomb.

He brought the lamp niche in front of Luo Shuangning. "Inject your sword energy."

Luo Shuangning directly stretched out her jade-like slender hand, and stroked on the lamp alcove, her true intentions emerged and merged into the gray mist in the center of the lamp alcove.

Immediately, the lamp niche lit up.

"Om~"

There was a blush blooming in the lamp niche, and it became more and more intense. Finally, somewhere invisible, the same force resonated with the lamp niche, and the subtle fluctuations were immediately caught by Lu Mu and Luo Shuangning.

"The source is over there, maybe it's what you want."

Lu Mu looked to the northwest.

The two of them didn't stop, quickened their pace, and rushed towards the source of the resonance power.

And after they left, on this mountain, a figure came out from the distortion of space, looking to the northwest thoughtfully, with cold and resentful eyes.

……

In Asking the Sky Burial, the passage of time is also less obvious.

And Lu Mu and Luo Shuangning, after driving for an unknown number of hours, finally stopped in front of a valley.

This valley is not big, the two of them stood up in the air with the help of true energy, and they could see the inside and outside of the valley very clearly. There is no greenery in the valley, it seems that there is a force raging in it, calm but dangerous, there are countless sword marks on the mountain wall , several feet deep, and the spiritual thoughts can't go deep at all, because there seems to be an invisible barrier outside the valley.

"Is it here?"

Luo Shuangning and Lu Mu landed on the only mountain road outside the valley.

"Anyway, the lamp niche can't go wrong. In this Wentian Burial vein, there is only this one place that has such a huge sword power left, and this is the only place, but will there be the inheritance you want...I'm not sure ."

"It is reasonable to say that the sky burial vein has been opened many times. If there are some inheritances, I don't know how many people have been born in the Northeast Region for thousands of years, and they must have been found here."

Lu Mu put away the lamp niche, and said lightly, "However, since you're here, you should go in and have a look."

It would be good if the inheritance could be obtained, but if not, nothing would be lost, and it might not be a bad thing. "

Luo Shuangning nodded slightly, and walked to the ancient road with Lu Mu. The invisible "barrier" was right in front of their eyes, and they couldn't see it, but a mysterious fluctuation seemed to stick to their cheeks, but it couldn't be ignored.

"...It's the Sword Domain."

She parted her cherry lips lightly and murmured.

The sword field is the ultimate that sword cultivators can go all the way. Compared with the sword intent and sword power, the sword field represents a higher level of comprehension, the control of the mighty power of the heavens and the earth, and the fusion of the sword intent between the heavens and the earth and turning it into one's own use , reaching a state of extraordinary skill.

In the entire Ten Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains, only half of them comprehend the Sword Domain, and that is the "Crazy Sword" from the First Sword Peak, her master, and it is only a prototype.

So even if the background of the theory of the first sword peak has become the bottom of the fifteen peaks of the thousand swords and mountains, the weight of the words is still heavy.

The "barrier" in front of him is the edge of the sword domain.

Chapter 67#Volume [-]The Journey of the Holy Child: Chapter [-]: Within the Sword Domain

Luo Shuangning's eyes showed a look that Lu Mu had never seen before.

Her eyes lit up, and her indifferent face seemed to become much more vivid because of the brilliance in those eyes.

That is longing, as well as the persistence and firmness of yearning.

Luo Shuangning was an orphan who didn't know her parents. She was left in the wilderness and was rescued by Yang Jiansheng and brought back to Wanjian Qianshan. She practiced swordsmanship since she was four years old. Only the first sword peak.

In addition to practicing swords, she still practiced swords.

Yang Jian Shengzun has been called "Crazy Sword" by others, except for Luo Shuang to persevere and practice sword practice day after day, he can't think of any other tricks.

Therefore, Luo Shuangning's purpose was simple from beginning to end.

Become stronger, reach the most prosperous peak in the way of swordsmanship, reach a realm that no one has reached for thousands of years, and surpass all sword cultivators in the world.

Luo Shuangning once had only this purpose in mind.

Now life has become much better, no longer staying on the Ten Thousand Swords and Thousand Mountains to practice day after day, and also met some people, she is very famous outside, she is the pride of the world, with hundreds of thousands of followers, maybe she has entered the world of mortals, It was a transformation for her, but she will never forget her original intention.

For Snow Sword Immortal.

"One day, I will definitely step into this realm and go farther than everyone else."

Luo Shuang looked at Jianyu, who was close at hand, and her voice was as firm as a rock.

To comprehend the sword field, for Xue Jianxian, who has not yet perfected her sword intent, it is just like the stars in the universe, the highest level that is difficult to touch, but she seems to feel that feeling is close at hand, and she can take it at her fingertips.

"I believe you."

Lu Mu lightly patted her jade shoulder.

"Young master Lu's trust and expectation of me may only be comparable to my master."

Her jade hand gently caressed his palm on her shoulder, it was warm, generous, and powerful, and a sense of security arose spontaneously.

"How should I put it, maybe I just have more qualifications than others to judge people."

Lu Mu smiled slightly, noncommittal.

Luo Shuangning must be the strongest who can reach the path of sword cultivation. There is no doubt that with the original script in his hand, he can at least be able to determine how strong this Snow Sword Immortal will be in the future. In short, he will not make a big mistake.

The two walked into the sword field.

After passing through that layer of "barrier", the scenery inside and outside is completely different.

In the valley, ice and snow are actually flying, and at a glance, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, the world is full of cold, but it is not just frost and snow, a sword hidden under the snow is in this valley Wandering aimlessly, sometimes sharp, sometimes soft, long and ethereal.

"This is the ultimate of the Hanxue Qianren Sword, everything is frozen as far as it can go."

Luo Shuangning felt the familiar sword power in the swirling snow, and muttered, even though this power was so thin that it almost dissipated, she still felt that she was as weak and powerless as a snowflake between heaven and earth, as if she would fall in the next moment. Gone with the wind, but her heart is still fearless and firm.

She is bound to reach this level, and even surpass it.

Of course, the power of the sword field in this valley has been greatly reduced, and the swordsman has been dead for thousands of years. Even if you ask Gu Da Neng, it is quite extraordinary that his remaining power lasted so long after his death.

The two walked forward all the way. The road in the valley was not rough, but there were ups and downs everywhere. After walking for a long time, the further they went, the more violent the snowstorm became. To resist the biting cold wind and sword force.

If you don't block it, although you won't suffer any injuries, you definitely don't want to protect your robes.

Finally, the two saw a sword.

A whole body of ice blue, like a long sword chiseled from black ice.

The whole body of this sword is crystal clear, exuding an amazing cold light. There are countless small ice edges constantly jumping, and countless sword patterns are looming on the spine of the sword. It seems that each pattern contains infinite changes and avenues between heaven and earth.

It was the evolution of countless sword techniques, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and countless changes intertwined at the tip of the sword. Even Luo Shuangning felt her heart tremble with such a terrifying sword force.

This is also the source of the sword field that surrounds the valley.

"I seem to feel something..."

Luo Shuang condensed her beautiful eyes slightly, and muttered to herself.

In my mind, some fragments and streams of light appeared, but they were hazy, as if separated by a layer of fog, but seemed to be clear, it seemed to be the evolution of the avenue, and it seemed to be something else. In short, the scenes flashed It was fast, but very strange, as if to remind Luo Shuangning that there are some things here that need to be grasped by oneself.

She walked up to the floating ice sword and sat cross-legged on the spot. She placed the saber in front of her body, and the pupils in her eyes were already filled with some kind of mysterious light.

Being so close to the ice sword, Feixue even rubbed the protective qi into a illusory state, but Luo Shuangning calmly dissipated the zhenqi from her body, allowing her body to be exposed to the sword-like sharpness. Under the snow all over the sky!

Lu Mu's face changed, but then he found that she was sitting cross-legged in the most fierce place of the sword field, but she was not hurt at all.

The flying snow seemed to slide past her body regularly.

This sword field has spirituality... No, it is the ice sword that has spirituality.

The breath of Luo Shuangning's whole body was restrained to the extreme, not showing a trace, and she had already closed her eyes, as if merging with this sword field.

"It seems that this inheritance belongs to you."

The corner of Lu Mu's mouth curled up, and he was very happy and looking forward to it.

He didn't go close to Luo Shuangning, just in case he disturbed her... In fact, it was best not to be disturbed when entering this state of sudden enlightenment. If interrupted, the consequences would of course be serious.

"There shouldn't be any danger."

Lu Mu thought to himself.

But the mutation came at this time.

It happened only in an instant, a figure suddenly burst out from the side, he was a conspicuous darkness in the place where the snow was flying, and when he appeared, he was already close to Luo Shuangning, with the dagger in his hand pointing straight down at her sky cap!

Lu Mu was taken aback, but the quicker he reacted, he directly chose to explode his true energy on the soles of his feet, his whole body turned into a cannonball, and before the dagger touched Luo Shuangning's hair, he knocked it away out.

"who is it?!"

He stabilized his posture, his eyes were full of shock and anger, and he looked into the wind and snow, only to see that it was a masked man, he couldn't see his face, he couldn't hear his voice, but the extremely strong evil aura on his body was so strong. obvious.

This person actually avoided the detection of his own spirituality and touched such a close place?

The man failed to make a sneak attack with the first move, and he had no idea of ​​a second move.

"Hehe, although I think the timing has been well grasped, there is indeed something unusual about Son of Asura being praised as the leader of the younger generation."

The masked man spoke sinisterly.

"But it doesn't matter, you're all going to die anyway."

Section 68#The Second Volume of Holy Son’s Travel Notes: Chapter [-]: This pair of brothers is not normal

Lu Mu is very angry now.

Now she is immersed in the feeling, defenseless, and this person's sneak attack is instantaneous, if he is one step late, Luo Shuangning will die, he can't imagine the consequences.

The plot is not static.

Lu Mu is a variable, he can change and stop it!

Neither the masked man nor Lu Mu made a rash move, but slowly paced up and down in the most violent center of the Ice and Snow Sword Field, their gazes falling on each other.

Lu Mu knew in his heart that this person's cultivation was definitely not simple.

He could tell that the masked man's cultivation was only around the Hedao realm, but if he had the guts to attack under the eyes of the Pigong realm, he must have enough self-confidence, maybe his cultivation was not as superficial as it appeared on the surface.

"It seems that you are the lackey of the Xiexin sect."

"But... He Dao Realm? If you are not pretending, you are here to die."

Lu Mu gently shook his fingers, the red gold killing intent gathered in his hands, and the image of Shura gathered behind him, like a demon god, exuding boundless evil spirit.

This person is Luo Qi, who attracted countless angry looks and enemies at the Martial Arts Conference, but Lu Mu didn't remember him, because this kind of guy has no qualifications for him to remember.

Luo Qi looked at Lu Mu, then glanced at Shura's face behind Lu Mu, and smiled disdainfully.

"You are not my opponent."

Lu Mu raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Then I have to learn from it."

Luo Qi laughed out loud, but at this time his change made Lu Mu frown, extremely disgusted.

Bleeding bubbles began to appear all over his body, his face was swollen, as if there were insects crawling and wriggling under the skin, blood vessels protruded, and a stench permeated the air.

Then, under Lu Mu's gaze, he grabbed his swollen face that seemed to be melting with both hands, and tore it apart bit by bit, tearing that ferocious face into a mass of rotten flesh, the flesh rolled up, and scarlet blood sprayed Gotta be everywhere.

"Hahaha!"

Luo Qi laughed wildly, his laughter was shrill and ear-piercing, and in Lu Mu's increasingly horrified and dignified eyes, this guy successfully tore his face open completely, but under the flesh and blood of that face, there was another face.

Pale as paper, but covered with blood and broken flesh, his eyes were pure gray, without focus, but not empty. Among the evil and monsters, Lu Mu saw only the black man "Murong Zun" can be compared.

At this moment, Lu Mu felt goose bumps all over his body.

The technique of disguise is not uncommon at all, but he never thought that someone could do it to this extent, as if this face just grew on his face, covering the original appearance.