"However, although I have asked everyone not to get close to the bamboo forest for several miles, this is not a long-term solution."

The bamboo girl said at this moment: "Seeing that the heart-cleaning bamboos around me have reached the point of overgrowth. If I don't find a way, the bamboo forest will absorb the spiritual energy of the entire treasure mountain. At that time, the creatures will be in trouble."

"So that's it." Hearing this, Guan Heng touched his jaw and asked again: "Do you need my help?"

"Indeed, only by carrying the Jumang Sword, Master Guan, the inheritor of Lord God Lord, can you help us."

Miss Zhu said: "But it's too early to say this now. Please go and meet the person who proposed the test conditions first. After asking the other party, it will be much easier for you to come back to help me."

"Okay, I hope the person you mentioned can explain my doubts."

Guan Heng smiled slightly and asked, "Where will I go next?"

"Please follow me." As soon as Miss Zhu finished speaking, she immediately led him through the northeast side of the bamboo forest, then pointed to the depths of the clouds and mist in front of her, and whispered: "Just go there."

"Okay, I'm going." Guan Heng walked forward a few steps, and suddenly turned back, "Actually, you don't have to be too nervous. It's easy to think of the solution to the flooding of Dixin Bamboo, don't worry."

The other party smiled when he heard this: "Yes, thank you for your comfort."

While speaking, Guan Heng had already stepped into the thick fog. Looking at his disappearing back, Miss Zhu murmured to himself: "Young Master Guan, the inheritor of the Lord of God, is really a person who makes me feel like spring breeze. I hope you can persuade 'other party' and let him stop being so stubborn."

At this moment, Guan Heng was walking in the winding and narrow mountain road, and he thought to himself: "I just heard the tone of Miss Zhu, and I was about to see that person, and it seemed a little difficult to get along with. Hey, I don't know what kind of person he is."

Just as he was thinking, he had already arrived at a clearing ground at the top of the peak, with strange flowers and plants everywhere, but he felt an indescribable sense of desolation and sadness. When Guan Heng walked here, he felt sad for no reason: "It's strange, why did I suddenly feel like I want to cry?"

If you are determined by your state of mind, Guan Heng can be as stable as a rock. How many adventures and changes in the world he has experienced, there is very few things that can soften his heart, but at this time, a crack seems to have broken into his heart, allowing the surrounding desolation and sorrow to pour into his world.

A tear slowly rolled down from the corner of his eyes and crossed his cheeks... He shook his jaw a few times, and finally fell into dust, Guan Heng, and cried.

"Your longing...sadness...and unwillingness to give up actually infected me, but it just made me shake for a moment." Guan Heng slowly raised his head and looked forward.

At the end of the lawn covered with strange flowers and plants, there is a huge stone tablet two meters high and more than meter wide. There are countless withered and yellow vines wrapped around it. There are still figures there, and it seems that they are tied to it.

That man was the source of all the sad and desolate atmosphere here. His sorrow even affected the surrounding plants. Because the ground was full of vitality and green, only the stone tablet was covered with burnt yellow, with withered vines and grass, which was unbearable to the eyes.

"Why are you so sad? Is it because you are imprisoned? Is it because you are abandoned? Or... voluntarily?"

When he was speaking, Guan Heng had already walked to the stone tablet. Suddenly, he felt the Jumang sword behind him tremble and buzzing, "Crack!" In an instant, a green and cold light suddenly burst out of the sword box, and the Jumang sword bloomed in the air, like circles of ripples, constantly spreading to every corner nearby.

The bound man was originally dead. When he heard the buzzing of the divine sword, he suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the Jumang sword in the air and said slowly: "You are finally back!"

The sound of this sentence is so meticulous, but the Jumang sword in the air seemed extremely excited and suddenly fell down. The moment the divine sharp edge flashed, it was about to cut off the dead vine on the man's body.

"Stop!" The man's eyes burst out with cold light and suddenly roared: "This is the confinement given by the Lord of God, how can it be destroyed at will!"

"Swish swish swish swish!" As soon as the words were finished, several withered vines on the stone tablet flew up with the wind, sucking them hard on the Jumang Sword, forcing them back for more than a foot away.

"Hu, Hu, Hu..."

It seemed that because the dead vines had consumed only a little spiritual energy, the man began to breathe heavily, but after being hit by the Jumang Sword, he refused to give up, and kept spinning around the stone tablet, making waves of buzzing from time to time, as if he was trying to persuade the other party to accept his help and cut off the dead vine's confinement.

"Enough, Jumang Sword, come back." Guan Heng witnessed this scene and suddenly issued an order. The sword had been used by him for a long time and was extremely spiritual. He naturally had to obey the master's order. After hesitating, he immediately turned around in the air. With a swish, the hilt of the sword fell into Guan Heng's palm.

"Hey, I don't care who you are, or what kind of sadness you are here. My master's purpose is to come to treasure hunt."

Guan Heng gently stroked the sword spine of Jumang Sword with his fingers, intending to comfort the other party, and then he said casually: "I have brought the forty-nine tree species of life. If there is any test, please tell me clearly. We don't want to waste time on you."

This sentence is extremely arrogant and does not take the guy tied to the stone tablet seriously. The other party has been trapped in the stone tablet for countless years, but when he heard Guan Heng's words, a hint of anger appeared in his heart.

Even this person felt very strange, why his mood, like a smooth mirror, would be angered by a crazy word from the other party.

At this moment, Guan Heng took out the bag of life tree species and repeatedly abandoned it in his palm. He said carelessly: "Looking at the attitude of Jumang Jian towards you, you two seem to be acquaintance, right?"

The man said in a deep voice: "Hmph, it's not just an old acquaintance, I am the sword spirit of the Jumang Sword!"

"Is the sword spirit? This is really surprising." Guan Heng gently stroked the Jumang sword and whispered: "When I found it in the underground ancient city deep in the desert, the sword was broken in two pieces, as if it was dead. At that time, where is your sword spirit free?"

After a moment of pause, he continued: "In order to recast the Jumang Sword, I have worked hard to collect the thousand-year-old demon soul, demon beads, copper maternal liquid and other precious materials, to attract the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and then sacrifice the essence and blood of this sword. This makes the sword god reappear, giving the Jumang Sword a blood connection between me!"

"This is my Jumang sword. What flows inside its sword body is the life and blood given by me by Guan Heng!"
Chapter completed!