Dusk had fallen by now.

Lotus pond.

Countless paper money swirled and scattered like a shower.

Jiao Pu put away the folding fan with a livid face. Not far away, Bai Kuang was like a burnt porcelain, with cracks all over his body. After a moment, he made a crisp "bang" sound, exploded, and was completely wiped out!

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

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

Beside him, stood Dong Caiwei and Junior Sister An. The two women's clothes were stained with blood, and Dong Caiwei had two wounds on his arms, both of which were in a state of embarrassment. The only male cultivator who was still alive was also covered in blood and was in a state of shock.

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"That's it..." Jiao Pu was about to speak, but the moonlight in the sky suddenly condensed into a beam of light and fell into the pool not far away.

This scene only appeared for a short moment, and then returned to normal.

But the next moment, the bloody pool that was originally full of broken limbs suddenly became windless. Soon, a huge whirlpool appeared on the surface of the water.

Everyone was stunned. Dong Caiwei had a flash of inspiration and blurted out: "Could it be that the treasure house..."

She stopped abruptly before she finished speaking, and looked at each other with anticipation and surprise in her eyes.

The whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, almost stirring the entire lotus pond. The strong suction force made Jiao Pu and his party hunt in their clothes.

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, but who knew, a flash of blood suddenly appeared in the whirlpool.

Immediately, a fierce sword light slashed towards the Huxin Pavilion!

The light of the sword was released suddenly, carrying the blood and energy fiercely, like a river of blood rolling back.

The ghosts of Jiao Pu and others were so great that they had no time to think, so they could only rely on instinct to dodge wildly.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

An uncontrollable bloody sword slashed three swords in succession before it could strike, and then it leaped into the air, quietly bathing in the moonlight.

"Junior sister An!" After all, Jiao Pu and Lu Fujiang were at the ninth level of Qi training. They used various means at the critical moment to narrowly escape. Lu Fujiang even managed to get injured and helped Dong Caiwei survive.

However, the male cultivators and Junior Sister An in the team were not so lucky.

The male cultivator's entire body was cut into several smooth and neat pieces and scattered all over the floor. Junior Sister An was split diagonally, one on the left and one on the right, and placed on both sides of the Huxin Pavilion. Dong Caiwei's head was splashed with hot blood.

brain.

The vitality of the monks is much stronger than that of ordinary people. The male cultivator died on the spot, but Junior Sister An was still able to move. She stretched out her hand towards Dong Caiwei, her pupils that began to dilate were filled with the desire to survive.

Dong Caiwei couldn't help crying, "Junior sister..."

She clenched her fist tightly, suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart, and suddenly looked up into the air.

I saw that the blood sword was all crimson purple, like dried blood stains, surrounded by a rich smell of blood. Looking carefully, it seemed that there were thousands of resentful souls wrapped in it, making a silent roar. At this time, there was a whirlpool in the pool.

It has long subsided, and all the blood has gone away, leaving only a pool of clear water with long ripples, reflecting the sword body.

Jiao Pu's face turned pale and he sent a message: "Escape separately!"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body was filled with blood, and he had directly used the blood-burning technique to escape.

It was just Lu Fujiang's effort to grab Dong Caiwei, but before he could do anything, the sword body reflected on the pool suddenly jumped up and transformed from ten to ten, instantly forming a sword formation with strong sword energy, surrounding the three of them.

Lu Fujiang's expression changed, and Jiao Pu stopped instantly, thus avoiding the fate of being chopped into minced meat by the sword array.

The two looked at each other, but before they could think of any countermeasures, the blood sword suddenly moved slightly, and a pair of blood-colored eyes opened out of thin air on the left and right sides of the sword hilt, and a young man's clear voice came out: "You are not from the Han family.

Who gave you permission to trespass here?"

"Senior, we..." Jiao Pu was about to plead guilty when he heard this, but the bloody sword immediately said: "Anyone who breaks into the Han family's treasure house will die! However, considering that I have something to ask you to do now, I can't let you do it.

Make atonement for your sins."

"Please give me your instructions, senior!" At this moment, Jiao Pu and the others naturally did not dare to bargain, and immediately bowed and said respectfully.

Xue Jian was somewhat satisfied and continued: "My master Han Sigu, because he heard that the family was deteriorating, he came all the way back to the clan to take charge. However, he was taken advantage of by the cursed ghost, causing changes in the village... I want you to help me find the real one.

Master, so that I can help him kill the cursed ghost and achieve the foundation of heaven!"

The foundation of heaven...

When the three of them heard this, they all looked shocked. Jiao Pu narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but ask: "Did the opportunity of Wan Fei Hai ten years ago fall into the hands of Senior Brother Han Sigu?"

"May I ask... Your Excellency." They didn't know the identity of this blood sword before, so the three of them addressed him as senior.

Now that he knew it was Han Sigu's, Lu Fujiang said at this moment, "Where is Senior Brother Han now? After all, the world is so big, if we don't know where Senior Brother is at all, how can we find him? And when Senior Brother Han left the sect, we still had

I have been doing nothing, and I have never seen my senior brother with my own eyes..."

Xue Jian interrupted impatiently: "The master is in this Fangshan Villa. It's just that the curse ghost and his cultivation are the same, and their sword intent is the same... Damn it, I am a sword spirit and not a human. Look at you humans."

They all have two eyes and one mouth. What’s the difference? In the past, I relied on the life contract and the sword to identify the owner. But as soon as the cursed ghost appeared, for several years, I still couldn’t figure out who the real owner was. If I take action rashly

, what should I do if I accidentally kill my master!"

"May I ask your Excellency, what is Senior Brother Han's temperament like and what are his hobbies?" Dong Caiwei thought for a while and asked in a deep voice.

"My master has a gentle and honest temperament, is compassionate to the weak, and is the most kind-hearted." Xue Jian said, "I still remember that when I was first born with spiritual wisdom, I was very weak. My master worked tirelessly, was not afraid of hardships, and regardless of life and death, he slaughtered three people in one night.

In this town, thousands of creatures fed on my blood, which allowed me to survive, instead of gradually weakening and dying due to lack of blood and food like other weapons produced in the same furnace."

"At that time, my master's cultivation level was not very high. One of the monks in the town was as strong as my master. My master fought hard with him and narrowly escaped death. After the tragic victory, he was covered in bruises and his whole robe seemed to be fished out of blood.

It’s the same as it comes.”

"Even so, the master still insisted on slaughtering the entire town, and took me to hide in a secluded place, and then fainted with confidence..."

"Since I was born, my master has lived in the open and lived frugally, but he has never wronged me."

"Even if the Han family is blood relatives of the master, they are far less important than me in the master's mind!"

Xue Jian said with sadness in his tone, "It's a pity that the curse ghost is cunning and knows that he is not the opponent of me and the master, so he pretended to be the master and deceived me."

"I don't know how the master is doing these days."

"How are you doing? Are you feeling wronged? The master is a sword cultivator. Without me by your side, your strength will be greatly reduced. I'm afraid there will be a lot of inconvenience."

"As for talking about fetishes..."

Xue Jian pondered for a moment and said decisively, "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 Senior Brother Han's gentleness and kindness. Please open the sword array and we will go find Senior Brother Han for you. How about that?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Xue Jian said disdainfully, "After opening the sword formation, what should I do if you just walk away? Since there are three of you, just leave two of them as hostages and go find them alone.

!I don’t want you to take action, you just want to help me confirm who is the master!”
Chapter completed!