The black shuttle wooden boat broke through the waters and slowly sailed forward.

With A Xiang's soft belly on his pillow, Emperor Zhu Wu, who had not been sleeping for a long time, fell asleep in a deep sleep. The slightly yellow night knife score in his hand floated with the wind.

The giant dragon Megales lay in the cabin, swinging his tail left and right, and sliding forward with all his might.

I don’t know how long it took, Emperor Zhu Wu, who was sleeping, was awakened by the shaking under him.

"What's wrong?" He sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes and searched around.

Looking around, the dense forests covering both sides have long disappeared, replaced by ancient mountains of trees covered with clouds and smoke, and the vast and vast Poria River area lies within it.

Looking at the overlapping peaks in front of me, an indescribable majesty came over me.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or other reasons, the originally clear waters of Fuling River flowing here have become extremely dark, like ink, and even have a bit of viscousness.

Even the wooden boats driving at a constant speed felt obvious resistance.

With the huge body of Megales, Da Zhu Wuhuang half of his body approached the water and reached out to grab the water surface.

Brown water dripped from the palm, leaving behind a small pile of dark crumbs.

At the same time, a unique metal smell surged into the nose.

Emperor Zhu Wu frowned and thought to himself, "How could it be iron filings?"

I don’t know how many waters of the Fuling River spanned four domains and almost flowed through the entire eternal realm. The flow area of ​​the waters can be said to be changing rapidly, and it is impossible to accumulate a large amount of iron filings here.

But this water area is mixed with a huge amount of iron filings, which almost affects the water quality of the entire water area.

"What a strange place." Emperor Dazhu Wu brushed away the iron filings in his hand and sat back on Megales.

Meigales gently shook his tail and his voice became alert, "The guy's territory is ahead, you must be careful later."

Emperor Zhu Wu raised his eyebrows, "What, you won't let me go alone later, right?"

"What, why, I will definitely go with you too. I will cheer you up at that time." Meigales turned his head and looked harmless.

Emperor Zhu Wu nodded helplessly, then stood up and stared forward.

As the wooden boat gradually moved deeper, black mountains of various shapes also came into view.

Along with the emergence of the mountains, there is also a thick and bitter aura that quietly rises from all directions.

After realizing this aura, Emperor Zhu Wu did not dare to be vague at all. He pulled out the Haoshen sword and waited for it in a tight battle.

Megales first discovered the situation. After a pair of amber eyes quickly patrolled, he growled, "Someone is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a transparent air as thin as hair slashed from the air and slashed towards Emperor Zhu Wu.

He had been preventing it for a long time, so he directly lifted the knife to meet it and quickly tore the transparent air slash.

At the same time, hundreds of transparent slashes quietly emerged in the four fields, and then they all gathered their momentum and arrived in an instant.

Before the Great Zhu Wuhuang took action again, Megales under him suddenly shook his head and roared to the sky, and the invisible wave of air spread around like ripples.

When a group of transparent sword energy encountered the ripples of the air waves, they shattered and dissipated.

In just a moment, everything returned to normal.

"Every time I have to make a mess, no one can defend against it. I don't know how to change it after so many years." Megales muttered dissatisfied.

Although the Qi Slash disappeared, the aura that emerged from all directions still existed.

Just as Emperor Da Zhu was about to remind Megales, dozens of figures condensed from black clouds suddenly appeared around the wooden boat.

Emperor Zhu Wu suddenly came to his senses, and the long sword in his hand subconsciously swung the figure closest to him.

As if the fist was inserted into the cotton, the long knife easily tore the figure apart, but then the figure gathered again like clouds and smoke, and the slightly dark face looked at Da Zhu Wuhuang with expressionless expression.

It was cut off with another knife, and the situation was roughly the same.

At this time, Megales' voice sounded, "These guys are all puppets, the sword servants who were tortured by that old guy. They recognize me, so there is no need to worry."

After saying that, Megales raised his huge head and looked at the figures in the air, "Great King of Restlessness, the noble His Highness Megales, I am back again, and take me to see your master quickly."

The figures, generally called Sword Staff by Megales, looked at the cabin at the same time, and then stopped the offensive.

At this moment, about a hundred figures all turned into black clouds and smoke, and then gathered again to form a figure directly in front of Emperor Wu of Da Zhu.

This body is extremely thin, as if it is a sword that opens the box, giving people a unique sense of sharpness.

Behind him, he was carrying nearly twenty sword sheaths of different shapes.

In the sheath, there is no sword.

"Please follow me." A voice without any mixed feelings came from the sword servant's mouth, and then he walked in the air first.

"Don't stand there, hurry up and follow." Meigales quickly winked at Emperor Zhu Wu.

"Why, don't you go with me?"

"I, I won't go in first, just wait for your good news outside the mountain gate."

“…”

Walking through the air, Emperor Dazhu followed closely behind the sword servant.

The dark clouds pressed down heavily, gradually covering the tops of the black mountains.

As the Poria River area became wider, the four fields suddenly became clearer, and at the same time, some artificial traces became more and more.

The originally cold mountainous areas also began to feel a little more dry and hot.

Soon, Emperor Dazhu Wu knew where the heat came from.

After turning over a huge mountain, huge furnaces and cauldrons stood on the rocks, and colorful rhododged fireworks rose up under the furnace.

Bodies rushed rapidly between the furnace and cauldron, and from time to time threw some things into the furnace and cauldron.

Emperor Dazhu took a look at this scene and suddenly understood how so many iron filings were deposited in this water.

There is only sword making, only sword making.

This scene was soon left behind. Under the leadership of the sword servant in front of him, the two finally stopped in the middle of an extremely empty valley.

The soles of my feet fell to the ground, and a breath that was so subtle that I could not detect if I didn't feel it carefully, so it rose up, but disappeared in an instant.

While the sword servant left alone, Emperor Dazhu closed his eyes and felt it, and then he realized that the entire valley was almost wrapped by countless unknown auras.

After about dozens of breaths, a figure slammed down from above the sky, and his slightly narrowed eyes looked directly at Emperor Zhu Wu.

The visitor was wearing a plain black gown, a scattered hair, and an empty handed one. There was nothing else but that, so simple that it could not be more concise.

"What do you mean by the coming?"

When he heard the inquiry from the visitor, Emperor Zhu Wu bowed and replied, "I came to ask the Qingming Sword Saint to get something back."

"Is it entrusted by that little insect?" The old man with a fluffy hair spoke indifferently.

Emperor Zhu Wu was stunned. I wonder if Megales, who was a giant dragon, was the little insect he mentioned.

Before he could speak, the old man continued, "Since that's the case, then come."

After saying that, the old man made a little misstep and paused with his feet. An irregular long iron rod broke through the ground and came to the old man's palm.

"In a stick of incense, if you haven't fainted yet, then even if you win, I will give you something back, but on the contrary," the old man changed his mind, "If you lose, then cast a sword for me for ten years here!"

"What, what? A sword that has been cast for ten years?!" Emperor Zhu Wu looked shocked and blurted out subconsciously, "Why didn't I know there was this one?"

The old man looked at him, "This is the rule, why? Didn't that little bug tell you?"

Emperor Zhu almost spurted out an old blood, and then he realized that he was fooled by that guy Megales.

Even though I had already greeted Megales' ancestors in my heart, this competition is inevitable now.

Emperor Zhu Wu, who was originally going to paddle, had to do his best. After all, if he really lost, he would have to cast a sword for others for ten years in this place where the birds do not shit...

Outside Chongshan Pass, Megales, who was lying in the black shuttle wooden boat, sneezed hard, and then twisted his fat body with excitement, "Hehe, even if I lose this time, I don't have to cast a sword for that old guy, hehehe..."

Constrained his mind, the Haoshen sword slowly unsheathed, and the dark long blade exuded an extremely sharp posture.

The old man who looked like he was sleeping but still woke up, had a sharp expression after seeing this long knife, and he held the hand that looked like an iron rod and slowly clasped it.

The long black blade crossed in front of him. Emperor Zhu Wu took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice, "Come on!"

The old man who came to his senses shook his head without a trace. The next moment, his whole body was stumbled straight and the iron rod in his hand was chopped off.

Emperor Zhu Wu quickly retreated half a step, and the long sword in his hand met him.

A huge force was pressing down heavily, but in a flash, there was only a "ding" sound, and the iron rod facing the Haoshen sword was directly broken into two pieces from two-thirds of the stick body.

Taking this opportunity, Emperor Da Zhu Wu's figure was slightly wrong, so he used this to remove the huge force that reached his shoulders.

Looking at the broken stick in his hand, the old man looked a little surprised, and then he slapped the ground hard again. A sword blank that could barely be seen as a long sword broke through the ground and came to the old man's hand.

"What kind of operation is this? I can get a weapon in one go?" Emperor Zhu Wu, holding the long sword tightly, complaining to himself, "Will I suffer a lot?"

It seems that it is possible that the sword in the hand of Emperor Da Zhu Wu is not extraordinary, and the old man is not facing each other like before.

An indescribable aura emanated from the old man's body, but it only showed for a moment, and then it poured into the sword blank in his hand.

After so much breath was injected into the sword blank, the whole body emitted a layer of pale white light.

The next moment, as the old man's shoulders swayed, several layers of sharp sword light burst out from the sword body, and headed straight for the face of Emperor Da Zhu Wu.
To be continued...