The arrival of the dark sky is a taboo for Shiren Village, because every night is the most frequent moment for evil spirits to move.

Of course, the corpse people are quite special. Because they are wrapped in shrouds, they can avoid the power of the sun during the day.

Cheng Zhiyuan sat by the bed, and the window behind him reflected the dark sky.

Huang Lizhi was originally a special place, and the one buried here was naturally the Emperor of Zhou. Their tombs were here, but no one could find the exact location.

Three days ago, Shi San's words had been entrenched in Cheng Zhiyuan's mind. He had more or less known about the emperor's affairs. According to the Sword Prophet Boy, the emperor's token is a treasure that the holy sect must fight for.

We will continue our unique knowledge for the past sages and bring peace to our eternal generations.

The Sword Prophet boy crouched on Cheng Zhiyuan's head: "Go to sleep quickly, you are a living person and need to rest more. Look at the dark sky less at night, there is no Sirius here."

Cheng Zhiyuan said: "Sirius, does Sirius have any special meaning?"

Sword Prophet Boy: "The brightest star in the sky, Tianlang, was transformed into a monster killed by Dongjun, who was once sacrificed by the Chu people. However, there is also a saying that Dongjun himself was transformed into a Tianlang.

, He ascended the sky and left, and his yang body was still the god of the sun, while his yin body turned into the sky and became Sirius, with both sides of the body and standing forever in the northern sky."

Cheng Zhiyuan muttered to himself. When Shi Qiyi heard that he started to say something he couldn't understand, he shook his head and fell asleep soon.

Outside the house, it was Shi San's home. This guy liked to slept at night, and crackled like thunder. The snoring vibrated the world, like an elephant dancing. I don't know where a stone man got such a high lung capacity.

"The Lord of Heaven... is very lucky... tonight... aw, aw!"

Shi San not only snores, but also speaks in a sleep.

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself that there were annoying people everywhere. He leaned against the bed, not listening to Shi San's ghost cry, but simply slowly sank into his purple palace.

Yes, that's a mess, nothing is formed, so how can you call it the word "Tian"?

Only an ancient sword is only floating, acting as a treasure-guarding treasure that holds chaos.

The flow of the four symbols moves slowly like a river, surging and vast, which makes people shocked.

Taiyin and sun, Shaoyin and Shaoyang.

Cheng Zhiyuan understood the changes. After practicing for more than ten days, those clouds that flowed back, with the gift of Yushanhe, the breath in the Zifu Heaven Palace grew stronger and stronger, and also gave them limbs and bones, and the rivers with four hundred acupoints became more and more pounds.

fill.

Each orifice begins to change into small vortexes, the river converges, condenses at a point, and a faint light shines out.

Those are Yushanhe that have gathered in three days, and are also a gift from Huang Li’s 64 days, “Soul Day”.

Cheng Zhiyuan mobilized these breaths, and the vast sense of distantness instantly filled his heart. In the Zifu Heavenly Palace, chaos suddenly opened up. The ancient sword was located, hanging above the lake, like the first magnificent scroll after the creation of the world!

A huge torrent flow rushes out of the lake. Then, a strong wind emerges from the chaos, driving back the sea of ​​clouds, forming a huge "natural cycle".

The spiritual consciousness was immersed, and at this time the torrent was rushing. Cheng Zhiyuan saw that his own shadow appeared above every torrent.

They were all dancing swords, wielding swords, and their spiritual sense focused on the shadows, and a huge roar of wind appeared in their ears!

The moment the wind roar gathered, countless shadows turned around at the same time, walking on the long river, all jumping out of the river!

The torrent turned around, and the figures ran, like thunder and like silver lightning!

Cheng Zhiyuan's mind was inspiring when he saw it, and his spiritual consciousness flew forward, standing side by side with the shadows, and raising a sword.

It was at this moment that all the people who talked about swords in the world suddenly had one sword together!

This sword came out to the sky together, and this sword moved forward!

The wind blows!

In the stone house, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of fire appeared in the distance beside the window.

The silence of the village was broken, and Shi Yi's shouting sounded, and even Shi San's stupid donkey suddenly woke up.

"It's the Flying Fire Sky Lantern, they are here!"

The stone people walked out of the house, and Cheng Zhiyuan was at the window, and through the deep darkness, he saw an endless burning army.

The Sword Prophet Boy also woke up, and he looked into the distance: "The country's major affairs are only sacrifices and military affairs. Today is the time to burn paper money on earth!"

As soon as the words fell, there was only a trace of light and fire in the distant sky, and suddenly became boundless.

A line, like a horizon, or a line of waves, was just red, with golden light, flying from the end of the sky and from the abyss of darkness!

At the entrance of the village, Shi Er's face looked extremely ugly, and he met Shi Wu who rushed over:

"Mom, there are so many, at least five thousand paper people!"

"It would be great if the Grass Head God was still there. As soon as the Seven Arrows of Nail Head was released, although he was so nailed that he pulled his tongue and stared at him like a ghost, the effect was still very powerful."

The army of paper men had already arrived at the village, and a large number of flying fire souls fell overwhelmingly. The seven stone men seemed extremely weak in the face of so many lonely ghosts.

Cheng Zhiyuan walked out of the stone house with a sword prodigy on his head. Among them, countless paper people cried and shouted, carrying the ghost roar that returned my life. When he smelled Cheng Zhiyuan's blood and energy, he rushed down like crazy.

Come!

"Are you ready?"

The Sword Prophet Boy looked solemn, and he sat above Cheng Zhiyuan's head, while the latter took a deep breath.

Inexplicably, since that dawn, Cheng Zhiyuan has become extremely confident in swordsmanship.

The cold front is unsheathed, and the strong wind blows together.
Chapter completed!