After I ran away with my baby, I became the sickly villain Bai Yueguang

Chapter 151 The Mysterious Man (4000 words)
Following the headmaster's stern shout, the hundred disciples leaped into the vortex, Ye Yan was about to follow the crowd into the sword mound, when she caught a glimpse of a black shadow out of the corner of her eye, her footsteps stopped suddenly.

It was a strange feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ye Yan frowned and immediately turned her head to look, but she didn't see anything. The scene just now seemed to be her inadvertent illusion.

"..." She was stunned, her heart seemed to be empty, until the urging voices of Yan Sui and the others sounded in her ears, she no longer hesitated, and plunged into the whirlpool.

It's black in front of you.

Dizzy.

Plop, bang——

The continuous sound of flesh hitting the ground, and mournful cries all over the place.

The whirlpool mercilessly threw hundreds of people to the ground, and the disciples scattered in twos and threes. Soon, people woke up one after another.

When Ye Yan woke up, Yan Sui and Niu Qiu also just woke up, the three of them happened to be thrown in the same place, and there was no one else around.

Ye Yan looked up and saw that the three of them were in a wide tunnel. The tunnel was very long and the end could not be seen at a glance.

On both sides of the tunnel, candles were lit at intervals. The dim candles barely illuminated people's vision, and also illuminated the miscellaneous sword blades inserted on the stone walls, mounds of soil, and the ground.

Long swords and short swords, heavy swords and light swords, there are all kinds of styles, and the grades are different.

Yan Sui was the first to get up from the ground, disheveled, he hurriedly cleaned himself up, and pulled up Ye Yan and Niu Qiu beside him.

He looked around, "We were unlucky this time, and we were thrown to the outermost edge of the sword mound..."

"Have you been here?" Ye Yan seemed to be familiar with the inside of the Sword Tomb from his tone.

"Well, ten years ago, when the Sword Tomb was open last time, I came here once." He nodded.

"It's just a pity that I was not lucky that time, and I didn't get a fairy sword that fit my heart. My father said that I was too impetuous back then, so I didn't get the approval of the fairy sword..."

Yan Sui scratched his head and let out a long sigh, but he didn't express too much frustration in his words. After the Zongmen Grand Competition three years ago, his impetuousness has dissipated a lot, he has lost a little youthful and frivolous, and gradually he has a little bit of his father That mature and stable shelf.

"How about you, senior sister?" Ye Yan looked sideways at Niu Qiu again.

"Just like you, I am here for the first time. When the Sword Tomb was opened last time, I was just an ordinary outer disciple, and I didn't have the qualifications to come to pick up the sword." Niu Qiu smiled lightly.

She is not a monk from a family of immortal cultivators, and her own talent is not top-notch, so she has climbed from an outer disciple to a direct disciple step by step, and she can be said to be a role model for thousands of juniors and sisters.

"The selection criteria for Jianzhong are very strict. For example, Tan Ziyu, who has grown up so much, has never been here once. Although he is talented and strong, he is still a little younger compared to his age, and his heart is not firm enough. It is easy to be corroded by some evil swords in Jianzhong..."

Niu Qiu looked at Ye Yan again, and said, "Among the more than 100 disciples who came here, you are already considered young. Don't look at the age and appearance of other people who are not much different from us. Among these disciples, there are more than disciples. It is a Jindan Nascent Soul cultivator who is dozens or hundreds of years old."

"Compared with them, our experience is still inexperienced. We must stick to our Dao heart in the process of choosing swords, and remember not to be bewitched by those evil swords!"

The three of them talked and laughed, they had already walked for a while, and met other disciples of Jianzong who were choosing swords

A lucky disciple found a suitable sword, stepped forward to pull out the sword, and was overjoyed.

Some people have their eyes on the sword, but they can't pull it out. In the end, they can only give up and leave, and look for other swords instead.

Yan Sui took the initiative to explain to the two people who had just entered the Sword Tomb, "Most of the swords in the Sword Tomb have become spiritual, and they are proud and arrogant. To put it bluntly, you choose a sword, but in fact it depends on whether the sword looks good or not. I deserve you."

"So at this time, it depends on whether you are compatible with this sword."

"But sometimes, I think this luck is also a very important opportunity. For example, the last time I came to Sword Tomb, I searched for three days and three nights without sleep. Although I was full of expectations, I still couldn't find a sword that suits me. .”

"You don't have to feel sorry, most of the people who come here are in the same situation as me. It is extremely lucky and rare to be able to find a monk with a sword that suits you in just three days—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his expression suddenly changed again, he looked straight ahead in a certain direction, "Here we come, the feeling is coming!" Then he said something and hurried away.

Not long after Yan Sui left, she walked another distance, Niu Qiu's eyes lit up, and she found a blue long sword, she just pulled it out lightly, and pulled it out effortlessly.

At that time, they had already stayed in the Sword Tomb for a day, and there was only one day left before the deadline.

Seeing that the two of them had found suitable swords one after another, Ye Yan couldn't help feeling a little anxious, not wanting to make the trip in vain, so she walked deeper into the sword mound.

The farther she went, the fewer and fewer monks around her, and gradually she was the only one left.

Another way to go.

A wide cavity appeared in front of her, with no end in sight.

There is a long sword stuck on the large and small soil bags, and this place is like a large cemetery specially set up for swords.

"Master, there are 25 celestial artifacts in total, and only three high-grade celestial swords." A clear and pleasant male voice came from Su Hui.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Jue Jian sneered, and said in a breathless manner, "25 ghosts, can you count them? It's obviously 27!"

"Swords can only perceive swords that are lower than your own, but you are the leader of the fairy swords. There is no fairy sword in the world that I don't know."

Su Huijian was silent for a moment, ignoring it, and went to count the swords silently again.

Qijuejian said to Ye Yan again, "Mortal, I can help you choose the best weapon. You still have another chance to ask me, do you want to use it?"

Its voice is extremely urgent, as long as this last requirement is fulfilled, it can let this mortal help it shape its soul!

But Ye Yan shook his head, and refused righteously.

She wants to rely on her instinct to find it.

She walked and looked at all the way, seeing all kinds of swords.

Maybe it's because the craftsman has an occupational disease. Ye Yan can't help observing these swords, analyzing what material these swords are made of, and analyzing the swordsmith's techniques and thinking through the lines and accessories on the sword body, and gaining some mysteries from it. inspiration.

After such an analysis and comparison, she probably had a solid idea of ​​the quality of these swords. There were many swords that showed their affection to Ye Yan along the way, but she didn't like any of them.

She can refine a sword of this quality by herself, and if she collects another one, it will be of no use to her today.

She wanted to find a unique sword.

Ye Yan glanced over the bulges of the tombs one by one, and when she glanced at an inconspicuous corner, she paused and walked over there.

It was an unremarkable broken sword.

The sword body is rough, and there are many gaps, Ye Yan can't even see the spirituality that a good sword should have on this sword, but her eyes can't help being deeply attracted by it.

She reached out and gently stroked the dust off the sword, revealing the original face of the sword.

Others might disdain this broken sword and discard it like a shoe, but Ye Yan had practiced in the Jin Yuan Continent for more than a hundred years, and learned all kinds of precious materials and sword-making techniques.

Although Ye Yan is not sure what grade this sword used to be, but she can be sure that the sword casting materials used in this sword are top-notch, and a sword made of these top-quality materials is absolutely impossible to be ordinary.

Even though the sword has been broken into this appearance, she can still feel the mysterious meaning hidden in the sword body.

So, the moment she saw the sword, there seemed to be a voice in her heart—it was it!
After finally getting the sword he wanted within the stipulated time, Ye Yan was about to return to meet Yan Sui and the others. Just halfway there, a bloody sword aura suddenly struck from the left side!
Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough, and quickly swung a sword intent, breaking through the murderous bloody sword aura.

But more evil spirits came at her continuously, making it impossible to dodge.

"There is also a fairy sword over there?" Ye Yan just escaped an attack, got a gap to catch his breath, and asked hastily.

Qijuejian shook his head, "No." It couldn't sense the existence of the immortal artifact over there.

The Suhui sword in his hand also agreed.

Ye Yan's expression changed slightly, she really felt the powerful sword energy full of blood and evil, but she couldn't perceive the two top fairy swords, it seemed that the Dragon Bone Sword was probably hidden there.

Seeing this earth-shattering movement, Mo Yunhan should have pulled out his Dragon Bone Sword.

It was the hero's chance, it had nothing to do with her, she didn't want to rely on these things, when Ye Yan was about to run away, the little snake suddenly woke up.

It swam off her body in a hurry, and it swam straight in that direction? !

"Come back, little snake!" Ye Yan's face tightened, trying to call it back, but the always obedient little snake turned a deaf ear to it.

She had no choice but to turn back halfway and follow.

On the other side, Mo Yunhan was half-kneeling outside a hill, holding a blood-red bone sword in his hand, his face was pale and dripping with sweat.

Accompanied by bursts of ear-piercing sword sounds, most of the keel sword in his hand has been pulled out.

However, just at this time, the Dragon Bone Sword was stimulated unknowingly, and burst out a dazzling and terrifying red light, which suddenly bounced him tens of meters away, and knocked him down hard on the stone wall. A large piece of rubble pierced into his bloody body the wound.

Immediately, the ground shook, centering on the Dragon Bone Sword, several cobweb cracks cracked the ground like thin paper, and large pieces of rock above the cavern fell down.

"Boom--"

At this time, the entire sword mound began to collapse, and the ten thousand swords in the sword mound all made a loud humming noise.

Affected by this evil spirit of blood, all the suppressed evil nature in these sword blades was released, Wan Jian broke out of the ground, and began to attack these disciples who were locked in the sword mound indiscriminately.

This level of blood evil sword energy is far from being able to resist this group of young disciples who have just stepped into the immortal road.

Many disciples were seriously injured.

Outside the sword mound, in the sky directly above, the elders who opened the formation also suffered backlash at the same time and were severely injured. They all spit out a mouthful of blood and fell downward like a big bird.

Yan Hongfang's condition was better, and he barely stabilized his figure. He looked at the sword mound that was collapsing in a large area in shock, and immediately waved his hand to ring the golden bell, closed the sword mound, and recalled his disciples.

After all the disciples came out of the sword mound, Yan Hongfang immediately led someone to count the severely injured disciples and handed them the healing pills, only to find that two disciples were gone.

"Not good, where is Junior Sister Yanyan? Why is she missing!"

Yan Sui's face turned pale with shock, she got up from the ground, looking for each person one by one, her eyes were red with anxiety.

Yan Hongfang finally checked the number of disciples, and there were indeed two people missing. They were the only two joint disciples this year—Ye Yan and Mo Yunhan.

"I'm going to find her!"

Yan Sui and Niu Qiu were exported at the same time.

Yan Hongfang waved his sleeves to make them retreat, and shouted loudly, "Don't mess around, you two are seriously injured, go back to recuperate first, the evil spirit in the sword mound cannot be resisted by monks of your level!"

As soon as the words fell, he rushed to the sword mound with several elders, only to find that the blood-killing sword energy overflowing from all sides of the sword mound formed a "barrier" that even they could not easily approach. This, this is really true Unheard of!

Could it be... Could it be that [that sword] was moved! ?

Yan Hongfang's face darkened, and he was horrified. The bone sword was a legendary divine sword. Although it didn't know where it came from, it has always played an important role in guarding the sword mound since the establishment of the sword mound.

But the evil spirit surrounding this sword is so fierce and powerful that no one has been able to pull it out for thousands of years.

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But at this time, Ye Yan did not leave in the sword mound, and when she managed to retrieve the little snake that was running around, she found that the road ahead had long been blocked by gravel.

Thousands of soaring evil spirits in the sword mound condensed into semi-transparent figures that looked human but not human.

With a blue face and fangs, and a ferocious face, this is Mo Shagui, which is formed by the condensed blood evil sword energy and the resentment of the master of thousands of swords before death.

These demons are all coming towards Ye Yan... No, more precisely, they are the little snake in her arms.

Ye Yan threw the little snake into the space, waved his sword to scatter one Mosha ghost, and the next Mosha ghost would sneak up behind him, and those scattered blood sword qi could form new Mosha ghosts, It can't be killed at all.

Ye Yan not only had to confront these demons with her own strength, but also guarded against those out-of-control evil swords. Even with the supplement of spiritual power in the jade ring, she couldn't resist the rapid loss of spiritual power in her body.

Thousands of demons condense into a huge group of ghost kings.

Accompanied by its deafening roar, a huge palm with a width of three feet rushed towards Ye Yandou's head.

Just at this moment, a wisp of black smoke quickly wrapped around the incorporeal body of the Rakshasa Ghost King like a poisonous snake, and then easily shattered and disillusioned with a bang.

The bloody aura all over the ground was cleared away by another powerful force.

Ye Yan didn't know when there was a slender figure of a man, and a familiar yet unfamiliar aura rushed towards her face. She turned her head to look vigilantly, but only saw a pitch-black evil ghost mask.

The face was covered so tightly that not even a single pore could be seen.

Ye Yan was stunned, before she could open her mouth to respond, she saw the man bent down again, a pair of slender and powerful arms landed on her slender waist, he picked him up neatly, and in the blink of an eye, he took her to another place. in a safe zone.

(End of this chapter)