The young master is suffering

Xiao Ren couldn't count the number of skeletons on the opposite side, but he really felt that the ancestors were too low-level.Send a group of skeletons and corpses to guard the gate?Scaring people with wheel battles? !

In the center of the hall, there is a creaking stone table. Looking carefully, the stone table is rotating at a slow speed.The surrounding doors look the same, and that stone table is probably the key to getting out.

Xiao Ren took the time to look over his head.There was not enough light from the ever-burning lights to illuminate the deep blackness, and there was no way the exit was still up.

"Let's take a look in the middle." Bian Qunhe took the lead to decide, but when he moved, the ready-to-go skeletons went crazy, and suddenly launched another round of violent attacks.

Bian Qun He opened the way, and those behind them were a little more relaxed.It's just that there are too many skeletons, the attacks are disorderly, and some skeletons have weapons in their hands, which is more difficult to deal with than dead bodies.

One of Lin Jiabao's disciples was injured first.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" One person was injured, but there was a burst of exclamation.

"What are you shouting for?! Hell?!" Xiao Ren scolded, and realized something was wrong after scolding, isn't it just a hell.

It turned out that a disciple was pierced through the shoulder by a skeleton frame, and that disciple's shoulder instantly turned black as if poisoned, and the blackness spread rapidly. A living person who was still alive just now completed the process of death and decay in a blink of an eye. It becomes a skeleton rack that is no different from the surrounding ones!

And he was still holding a knife in his hand, and the blade turned towards his own people!

I knew that the ancestors couldn't put on too naive formations!Xiao Ren really sighed and felt melancholy.There are so many skeletons here, does every outsider eventually become a gatekeeper?

But no matter how powerful the formation is, it is his own descendants who are trapped in the end. Isn't this a great irony? !

Bian Qunhe was not touched by death at all. He stepped on the skull of the skeleton and flew directly to the center of the hall. There was no place to stand below, and the stone table in the center was not approached by the skeleton shelf. Bian Qunhe simply stepped on the edge of the stone table .

This seemed to touch the mechanism of the stone table, and the bearings of the stone table, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a dull friction sound, and slowly rotated while retracting into the ground.

And as the stone table descended, the heavy gates around it also roared at the same time, gradually revealing the pitch-black doorway.

"Let's go!" Lin Muye and his party happened to enter a door, and her subordinates were forced to flee into the door in a panic.

Xiao Ren didn't have time to stop him, so he could only yell at Lin Muye: "Don't enter indiscriminately!"

Everyone fought together, Xiao Ren's voice spread for a long time before Lin Muye replied: "I know! Be careful!"

"Bian Qunhe! Did you see anything!" In desperation, Xiao Ren called Bian Qunhe by his name.

Bian Qunhe had already landed on the stone table, but he was still driven by the rotating stone table and seemed to be attracted by some unknown force, making him unable to leave.

"It's really troublesome." Bian Qunhe had to deal with the skeleton attacking him, and also had to study the hexagrams under his feet to find the correct birth gate, so he had no time to talk to Xiao Ren.

"Are you really going to be trapped to death?" Xiao Ren suddenly thought pessimistically when he saw the skeletons rushing out from the door that opened in all directions.However, it's not a loss if you die, at least you've got a side group to congratulate!

Just as Xiao Ren was so distracted, his movements slowed down a bit, and he was suddenly at a loss.Just when he was overwhelmed and was about to be injured, a long sword brushed past him, helping him block the fatal blow.

The murderous aura brought by Jianfeng lifted Xiao Ren's hair, and he thought as if waking up from a dream, no, he can't die here.

"Don't die!" It was Bian Qunhe who reprimanded him, only then did Xiao Ren realize that it was Bian Qunhe's scabbard that saved his life, and what Bian Qunhe was holding in his hand was the sword with a very low sense of existence. Cangping Sword.

Before Bian Qunhe became famous, no one in the world knew the name of Cang Pingjian.It can be seen that the Cang Ping Sword was not made by a famous master, nor was it a relic of any legendary figure.But because of Bian Qunhe's outstanding performance, the Cang Ping Sword became famous. In addition, few people saw Bian Qun He draw his sword, so the Cang Ping Sword was spread like a god.

From Xiao Ren's point of view, it's hard to live up to its reputation as a magic weapon, but in terms of Bian Qunhe's food and clothing, the sword must be a good sword.

"Will you play Seven Towns?" Bian Qunhe raised his voice and asked.Xiao Ren is probably the only one who can play the piano, so Xiao Ren replied: "No."

He really won't.

Bian Qunhe gave Xiao Ren a wasteful look in his busy schedule.

"Chen Xiang! Qin!" Xiao Ren could no longer be counted on, so Bian Qunhe had to come by himself.

"Yes!" Chen Xiang had been helping to carry the Lixiaoqin all the time, and when he heard the order, he took off the Lixiaoqin decisively and threw it hard.

Li Xiaoqin's heavy body was easily thrown to the place where Bian Qunhe was standing.

Xiao Ren: "..." It's hidden!

Bian Qunhe caught the Lixiaoqin. Holding the sword in his right hand, he waved away the crazy skeleton frame around him, and then he seemed to be sitting on an invisible chair, with the Lixiaoqin spread out on his knees, and quickly plucked the strings with his left hand.

The crisp sound of Lixiaoqin lost its shape under Bian Qunhe's hands, making a dull but loud sound, like ringing the eternal morning bell in a temple, one after another, echoing back and forth in the hall, Xiao Ren I don't know what song he played, but listening to this song makes people feel extremely sleepy, and their eyelids fight involuntarily.

"Don't sleep." Bian Qunhe's words awakened the dreamer, and it turned out that everyone felt the same way.

The manic skeleton seemed to be appeased, giving everyone a chance to breathe.But before they could catch their breath, there was a sudden sound of rustling footsteps above their heads, as if someone was walking towards them quickly.

Xiao Ren held his breath and concentrated, and raised the long sword in his hand towards the direction of the voice.

The sound of footsteps became more and more intense, the ceiling of the hall was unknown, and the sound of footsteps became more and more urgent and louder, as if thousands of troops were about to fall from the sky.

"Are we going to have different lives and die in the same acupuncture point?" Xiao Ren couldn't help but cheer up the atmosphere, but unfortunately no one could laugh.

Although Xiao Ren said so, for some reason, not only did he not panic like before he died, but he calmed down instead.

Just like Bian Qun He Nami is confident that they can go out.

The scalp-numbing rustling sound gradually merged into a bunch, and Bian Qun He let go of his hand, and he threw the Cang Ping sword out suddenly, chasing the sound, and inserted it into the wall.

It's a pity that it didn't get in.A black shadow flashed into a stone door in an instant, and disappeared.

"Follow." Bian Qunhe ordered.

Xiao Ren also agreed with Bian Qunhe very much, he got up and chased after the shadow with his toes on the ground.

Four of Lin Muye's men had already been sacrificed, Xiao Ren just took Lin Muye with him, his lightness kung fu was pretty good, and it would not take much effort to have one more Lin Muye.

I just thought of Bian Qunhe who was always spinning in circles for unknown reasons...

But his worries were superfluous, Bian Qunhe didn't need him to save him, he had already followed up with Li Xiaoqin in hand, and drew his own sword by the way.

"Can you leave the ground?" Xiao Ren asked in surprise.

Bian Qunhe wanted to continue playing Seven Towns, and expressed his puzzlement over Xiao Ren's mental retardation: "Why not?"

"Then why were you spinning around there before? I thought..."

"Save some energy." Bian Qunhe interrupted him, obviously not interested in talking to him.

Xiao Ren: "..."

After all this tossing, the torch has come to an end.A few people rushed into the Shimen in a hurry, only to realize the fact that the Shimen was completely dark.

But everyone ran with a sense of direction.For as far as the eye can see, there is light.

The closer to the light source, the more Bian Qunhe's piano sound could not suppress the restless skeleton army. Everyone raised their hands again and walked desperately towards the light source.

That's another door.

The instinct of survival allows people to choose the safest path in the chaos, and it is too late to think about whether the road ahead is good or bad.

Xiao Ren stepped into the door without any scruples, and the sun was shining brightly in front of him.The Zhuxian Terrace had just been cleaned, and the sunlight shattered all over the ground, as if the ground was sprinkled with starlight.

This is where he practiced since childhood.

Xiao Ren turned his head again, but the source had disappeared, as if he had never experienced the fight a moment ago.

"Nin, where did you come back from crazy?"

Xiao Ren froze for a moment, and looked back abruptly.

"Old Xiao..." Xiao Ren murmured, staring at Xiao Qiannian walking out of Yunxian Palace without blinking.Xiao Qiannian is tall and handsome, with clear and handsome features, but he is still tall and straight in middle age.Along the way, the body seems to be inlaid with a golden edge, like a fairy.

Xiao Ren's spine was tense, he didn't dare to move, he was afraid that if he moved, the dream would be shattered.

"Tsk, how old are you, you go home and cry when you are wronged outside?" Xiao Qiannian gave him a disgusted look, and then, a handkerchief exuding a faint clean smell was glued to Xiao Ren's face.

"A boy doesn't cry easily! What do you know!" Xiao Ren said firmly.But he was still reluctant to take the handkerchief off his face, because under the cover of that square inch, he was already sobbing.

"That veil is dirty by you! Brat, keep it!"

Xiao Ren always felt that Xiao Qiannian must have been the same as him when he was young.Just like this habit of carrying a handkerchief with you.After Xiao Qiannian taught him, although he didn't tell him the reason, Xiao Ren unexpectedly received good results when talking with his confidante.

"Go out for a while, don't you take Suishuang?" Xiao Qiannian waited for Xiao Ren to wipe his face before asking.

"En, I forgot." Xiao Ren sniffed.He didn't know when this illusion was, but it really made him think that the destruction of Yunxian Palace was just a dream, and when he woke up, he was still the young master of Yunxian Palace.

Xiao Qiannian had an expression that I knew: "Go on!" A silver-white long sword in his hand, followed the movement of his hand, and fell into Xiao Ren's hand.

Xiao Ren held the hilt of the sword, the tentacles were familiar and cold.The mythical animal Bai Ze is carved on the hilt and scabbard.Xiao Ren pulled out the sword body, and the sword body was covered with fine and messy silver-white lines. At first glance, it seemed that the whole sword was about to fall apart. A thin layer of frost formed on the surface.

This is the Broken Frost Sword.

Xiao Qiannian held another long sword and held a heroic sword flower. He pointed the tip of the sword at Xiao Ren with a smile and said, "Come on, let's see if your swordsmanship has improved."