Yan Xinlan raised her head. It was dark at this time, but the bonfire was already strong, making her face red.

"Aren't you afraid?"

She looked at Wang Jingmeng and asked, "A person that even your master can kill."

Wang Jingmeng said: "Everyone will die, but if you are afraid, you will die. If you are not afraid, you will die."

Lin Zhuojiu came all the way, and his chest was always filled with a breath of depression. At this time, when he heard Wang Jingmeng's words, he felt that his chest was squirting out with the smell of alcohol, and he suddenly felt that it was unspeakable.

“Well said.”

He laughed loudly and threw the wine bag to Wang Jingmeng: "People will die, they will die, they will die if they are afraid, and they will die if they are not afraid, but they must avenge their enemies."

Wang Jingmeng took the wine bag, but his movements paused slightly. Then he did not drink, but stood up with the wine bag.

"What?" Yan Xinlan and Lin Zhuijiu were a little strange.

"He asked me to come to Qiyun Cave. I will at least see the Qiyun Cave clearly before leaving."

Lin Zhuojiu's old saying is not wrong. Two fists cannot beat four hands, and human power will eventually be exhausted. However, when the thirty-two swords appeared in his mind again. Thinking of the many changes in the master of the thirty-two swords, thinking of every sword produced by the thirty-two swords, he suddenly thought that each sword was smooth and perfect, and did not feel as if he was unable to achieve power.

This means that this man was not trapped here.

Not being trapped here means that Gu Liren wants him to see more than that. There should be more possibilities in this Qiyun Cave.

Yan Xinlan and Lin Zhuijiu each picked up a burning dead branch.

The jumping firelight was like dark and uncertain little people dancing on the mottled stone pillars.

Looking at the sword marks covered with moss, both of them felt a special feeling in their hearts.

The sword marks under the moss exuded a mysterious smell, as if there was a strange world inside, but that world seemed a bit far away for both of them, and with their talents, it was impossible to reach it.

...

Starlight shines from the night sky, passes through the branches between the cliffs, and refracts into countless dim lights.

Wang Jingmeng walked through the dark stone forest with a firm face. For some reason, he seemed to easily sense a very ancient aura.

He was a little dazed.

At first, he felt as if he was following the master of the thirty-two swords, and also seemed to follow Gu Liren's footsteps.

The master of the thirty-two swords and Gu Liren seemed to be intertwined in different time and space. In front of him, there seemed to be the figures of these two people walking through the mountains and forests, and he was just following behind him.

When the aura got closer and closer, he finally understood why this feeling was so clear and so real.

It is a mutual induction between true essences, the familiar smell of heaven and earth.

The thirty-two swords kept hovering in his mind, and the true energy in his body continued to flow through the meridians along with the sword path of the thirty-two swords, drawing the required energy of heaven and earth, and merged into his body, and then he came into contact with the remaining aura of the master of the thirty-two swords back then.

But these sword marks have existed for at least hundreds of years, or even hundreds of years. Why does this person's vitality still exist so truly?

He is no longer a mountain boy who knows nothing about practice. He already knows the mystery of practice. Even because of the countless sword marks, it is like talking to countless ancient masters. His understanding of the essence of heaven and earth and swordsmanship has even made others unable to understand it. However, he does not understand that even at a higher level, the essence of heaven and earth cannot be permanently condensed into real objects. Since it is scattered and emitted, it will eventually be wiped out quickly, just like the pot of fine wine in his hand, if it is poured into a bowl and placed in the open air, the wine inside will be completely discharged and the fine wine will turn into turbid water.

Following this distant and ancient aura, he came to a cliff.

This cliff is at the end of a canyon, covered with moss.

There is no more road ahead.

Wang Jingmeng looked at the barrier-like Qing Cliff, and he felt that the distant and ancient aura was filled with sadness.

He clearly felt that this was the end of the thirty-two swords masters.

He easily saw several sword marks on this cliff, which were finally not as perfect as before.

There is no murderous intention, only helplessness and sadness.

He seemed to see that the master of the thirty-two swords came here, although he had defeated all the powerful enemies he was chasing, but he had reached the real end.

His heart wandered along the several sword marks. The invisible energy in the air was naturally pulled by the flow of his true energy and was quietly injected into the sword marks.

Puff puff puff... A subtle sound rang among the sword marks.

It's like there's an invisible person, carving a mark on this cliff.

Moss peels off.

A more majestic aura emanated from the cliff, and then all the moss on the cliff began to fall like snow melting.

The blue cliff was revealed.

A cliff as smooth as a mirror.

Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan's breathing were slightly paused.

"There is a magic circle?"

Lin Zhuojiu said loudly.

This is not a question.

Yan Xinlan did not answer because it was obvious.

This cliff is as smooth as if it was cut by a sword, with hundreds of sword marks forming a mysterious picture, which penetrates deep into the cliff. At this time, under the pull of Wang Jingmeng's energy, a faint light was emitting in the center of the cliff.

It was a gray light, like the eyes of a awakened monster, reflecting the dark starlight.

Wang Jingmeng's eyes narrowed.

The first thing he noticed was the sword marks.

Except for the few obvious sword marks, the other sword marks that were revealed later were extremely subtle. I am afraid that even a bamboo leaf could not be stuffed into the sword marks. However, these sword marks penetrated deep into the cliff, and I don’t know how many feet there were when I entered.

Although these sword marks are complex, in his eyes, there are still many changes in the thirty-two swords.

He stood still, but was drawing his sword in his consciousness.

More cracks were made in the mountain.

When he completed these thirty-two swords, when the heaven and earth energy he drew formed a unique cycle along these sword marks, the sword marks began to crack, and the hard rocks peeled off like rotten, falling down like those moss.

The dark light became brighter. When all the cracks gathered there, as the rocks collapsed, a gray jade talisman fell from it, like a dark moon wheel, falling towards Wang Jingmeng.

The distant and ancient aura, which seemed extremely powerful and sad, dissipated without a trace at this time, and seemed to have never existed at all.

Wang Jingmeng caught the gray jade talisman.
Chapter completed!