I Just Want To Be Quiet

At this time the dusk has fallen.

Lotus pond.

Countless paper money swirled around like a shower.

Jiao Pu put away the folding fan with a green face. Not far away, Bai Kuang was like a burnt-out porcelain. His whole body was covered with cracks. For a moment, he made a crisp "bang", which exploded, and disappeared in smoke!

"How is Junior Brother Wen?" He turned his head and asked.

Not far away, Lu Fujiang shook his head slightly, and sighed, "The soul is gone, and I can't live."

Beside him, standing with Dong Caiwei and Junior Sister An, the two women's dresses were mottled with blood, and Dong Caiwei had two wounds on her arm, both described as embarrassing. The only male Xiu who was still alive was also bloodstained and shocked.

"Since..." Jiao Pu was about to speak, not wanting Yuehua to cast a beam of light suddenly into the surface of the pool not far away.

This scene only appeared for a short moment, and then resumed as usual.

But the next moment, the dirty blood pool that was originally full of stumps and arms suddenly disappeared automatically, and soon, a huge whirlpool appeared on the water.

Everyone was stunned, Dong Caiwei's inspiration flashed, and she blurted out: "Could it be that the treasure house..."

Before she finished speaking, she stopped abruptly, and looked at her companions, with hope and surprise in her eyes.

The whirlpool grew larger and larger, stirring almost the entire lotus pond, and the strong suction made Jiao Pu's group full of clothes and hunting.

Not long after, a trace appeared in the center, which seemed to be the door of the treasure house. Seeing this, they were about to fly down to check. Who knew, a **** light suddenly lit up in the whirlpool.

Immediately, a fierce sword light slashed to the lake center pavilion fiercely!

Swordsmanship suddenly vented, with blood raging, like a river of blood rewinding.

The souls of Jiao Pu and the others went wild, there was no time to think about it, and they could only dodge crazily by instinct.

brush! brush! brush!

An uncontrollable blood sword slashed three swords in a short time before it leaped into the air, quietly bathing in the moonlight.

"Sister An!" After all, Jiao Pu and Lu Fujiang were practicing Qi in the ninth level. At the critical moment, they managed to escape from birth with various methods. Lu Fujiang also struggled to get injured and pulled Dong Caiwei to save her.

It's just that the male Xiu and Junior Sister An in the team are not so lucky.

The man's whole body was cut into several neatly cut pieces, scattered all over the floor. Junior Sister An was split diagonally, one left and one right, on both sides of the Huxin Pavilion, full of blood splattering Dong Caiwei's head and head.

The vitality of the monk is much stronger than that of the mortal. The male Xiu was killed on the spot, but Junior Sister An was still able to move. She stretched out her hand to Dong Caiwei, and her dilated pupils were full of desire for survival.

Dong Caiwei couldn't help but feel terrified, "Junior Sister..."

She clenched her fist tightly, suppressed the tumbling emotion in her heart, and suddenly raised her head to look into the air.

I saw that blood sword was purple all over, like dried blood stains, and there was a strong **** atmosphere around it. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that there were still thousands of resentful souls engulfed in it, making a silent roar. At this time, the whirlpool in the pool had long since subsided, and the blood was gone, only a pool of clear lings, ripples, and reflection of the sword.

Jiao Pu's face was pale, and the voice transmission said: "Flee separately!"

Before he finished his words, his whole body was full of blood, and he had directly used the blood-burning method to escape.

It was just that Lu Fujiang grabbed Dong Caiwei's effort, before he had time to make a move, the sword body reflected on the pool suddenly jumped up, transforming into a hundred and ten, instantly forming a sword-like sword formation that surrounded the three of them.

Lu Fujiang's expression changed, and Jiao Pu stopped in an instant to avoid being chopped into meat by the sword formation.

The two looked at each other, and hadn't figured out any countermeasures, the blood sword suddenly moved slightly, the hilt left and right, opened a pair of **** eyes out of thin air, and made a clear voice of a young man: "You are not from the Han family. Who allows you to trespass here?"

"Senior, we..." Jiao Pu heard that he was about to plead guilty, but the blood sword said immediately: "The one who trespassed in the Han's treasure house is dead! However, because I have something for you to do now, it is not impossible to let you Atone for your sins."

"Senior, please!" At this moment, the three of Jiao Pu naturally did not dare to bargain, and immediately bowed respectfully.

The Blood Sword was somewhat satisfied, and continued: "My master Han Sigu, because the family is deteriorating, Wan Li returned to the clan to sit in the clan, but he didn’t want to be taken advantage of by the curse, so that Zhuang Zhongsheng changed... I want you to help me find the real one. Master, to help him slay the cursed ghosts and achieve the foundation of heaven and earth!"

Heaven and Daoji...

When the three of them heard the words, they all showed shock. Jiao Pu squinted slightly, and couldn't help asking: "The chance of Wan Huihai ten years ago fell into the hands of Senior Brother Han Sigu Han?"

"Dare to ask... Your Excellency." They didn't know the identity of this blood sword before, so the three of them called them seniors.

Now that he knew it was Han Si's ancient artifact, Lu Fujiang said at this moment, "Where is Brother Han now? After all, the world is so big, if you don’t know where Brother is going, how can you find it? And when Brother Han left the sect, we were still I'm not doing anything, and I've never witnessed my brother..."

The Blood Sword interrupted impatiently: "The master is in this Fangshan Villa, but the curse is the same as his cultivation base and sword intent... His mother, Lao Tzu is a sword spirit and not a human. It depends on you humans. There are two eyes and one mouth. What's the difference? In the past, the owner was identified by the natal contract and the sword intent. As a result, as soon as the curse ghost appeared, for several years, I still couldn’t figure out who was the real owner. , What if you kill the owner by mistake!"

"Dare to ask your Excellency, what is Brother Han's temperament, what kind of hobbies does he have?" Dong Caiwei thought for a while, and asked in a deep voice.

"My master has a gentle and honest temperament, compassionate and weak, but the most kind," said Blood Sword. "I still remember that I was born with intelligence and very weak. It was the owner who worked hard, feared hardships, and regardless of life and death, and killed three nights. In this town, the above ten thousand creatures fed me blood, so that I survived, not like other weapons out of the same furnace, which gradually weakened and died due to insufficient blood and food."

"At that time, the master's cultivation level was not high. The monks in one of the towns were as strong as the master. The master fought hard with him, and survived a horrible victory. After the terrible victory, he was covered in bruises and his robes seemed to be fished out of blood. It's the same."

"Even so, the master still stubbornly supported Tu Chuncheng town, and took me to hide in a secluded place before fainting with confidence..."

"Since I was born, the owner has never been wronged by me."

"Even if the Han clan is the blood relative of the master, in the master's mind, it is far less important than me!"

Blood Sword said, his tone became sad, "Unfortunately, the curse is cunning. I know that I am not the opponent of my master and the master, and even pretended to be the master and deceived me."

"I don't know what happened to the master these days."

"Is it a good life, whether I have been wronged... The master is Jian Xiu. Without me, my strength will be greatly reduced, I am afraid it will be inconvenient."

"As for talking about the addiction..."

The Blood Sword groaned, categorically cutting the railroad, "Master's biggest hobby is to take good care of me."

Three people: "..."

Jiao Pu sighed and said quietly, "Your Excellency, we are already very aware of Brother Han's gentleness and kindness, please open the sword formation, we will look for Brother Han for you, how about?"

"Are you stupid?" Blood Sword said disdainfully, "What should I do if you leave after opening the sword formation? Since there are three of you, then you can leave two hostages, and just go find it alone. Lao Tzu doesn't want you to take action, just help Lao Tzu to confirm who is the master!"

The sword was lightly in the air, "Who stays, who will look for?"