Chapter 235

The atmosphere in front of the summit hall was tense, but behind the peak seemed particularly calm. The disciples of the Demon Cult pushed the cart slowly towards a cave. Jiang Zhi, who had been following behind, couldn't help but show suspicion. He still remembered that when they first went to Thousand Swords Peak, there was no secret cave in the peak.

Could it be that Yin Jinyi was specially dug out and set up gunpowder??

After thinking about it, Jiang Zhi leaned over and squatted on the ground, reached out and touched the black waste falling from the car, twisted it with his fingertips, then put it under his nose and smelled it.

But strangely, this thing does not have any smell of gunpowder, but instead has a fragrance after pine branches are burned.

This was strange... Jiang Zhi patted the black scum in his hand and stood up and looked at the opposite road behind him.

In any case, his important purpose now is to find the gunpowder hidden in the peak first. It is better to put these irrelevant things behind his mind first.

Qingying disappeared from the road very quickly and then appeared on the treetops inside and outside.

Shortly after Jiang Zhi left, a man in black robe holding a snake staff walked out behind the rocks beside the path. She looked up at the direction where Jiang Zhi left, and then quietly stepped into the cave in front.

How was the researched?

The man in black robe slowly approached the woman in front of the coffee table with silent steps, and then his dry hands slowly pulled off his hood, revealing his gray hair.

Chunfu, who had been guarding the two of them, felt relieved when he saw her coming back.

I don’t know why the ghost mother is always elusive. If this person has not come back today, then she really doesn’t know how to explain to the leader.

Zhao Junwan held the long sword in her hand. Although her beautiful face was quite tired, her eyes were shining. She swept the red sharp blade on the sword with her fingertips, and the sharp blade immediately cut a hole in her fingertips.

Blood overflowed, but the blood could not leave any trace on the sword, dripping straight along the edge.

This sword...is perfect.Zhao Junwan murmured softly, not caring about the wound on her hand at all, and there was nothing else in her eyes except this sword.

She really admires the forging of this sword. Not only is it a matter of material selection, but she also has no problem with the strength of the tempering. Therefore, although this sword is thin, its sharpness and toughness have reached an unimaginable height.

If Jun Bugui had not been gone for many years, I would like to ask him about the method of making swords!

Haha, don’t think about it, maybe you can see him tonight.The ghost mother looked at the woman's addicted attitude, her mouth raised slightly, and then she continued to pour a basin of cold water on her: Today is your last time limit. If you still cannot break the secret seal of this sword, you and your child will not be able to escape death.

Zhao Junwan's fingers tightened suddenly, almost cutting herself again. I don't know what Mo'er is doing now. The last time I saw him was half a month ago. The child's little face was obviously exhausted and lost. After all, he still made Mo'er suffer...

...I know.

Zhao Junwan responded coldly with a strong calmness and continued to gently stroke the sword body in her hand, her eyes followed her fingertips, and finally stopped at the place with the words Linshuang engraved.

You can tell that these two words were added later at a glance. But what is interesting is that with the strength of the sword body of this sword, if it were not for resmelting, no matter how powerful this person's martial arts are, it would be difficult to leave any trace on the sword.

After thinking about it, Zhao Junwan looked at the ghost mother and asked her: If it were your internal strength, could you leave traces on this sword?

The ghost mother looked down and naturally saw the word Linshuang on the sword. She subconsciously replied: It is okay to engrave the seal, what are you going to do?

...Not to mention you, even if your leader wants to engrave words on this sword, it is impossible.He was so bragging that he didn't make drafts. Zhao Junwan rolled her eyes secretly and inserted the Duanyou Sword back into the scabbard.

However, she had one thing she could be sure of now. According to rumors, the Duanyou Sword has always been the color of water chestnuts, but now it has become scarlet because this sword has integrated into the blood of the forging during the forging.

If the guess is good, maybe just wipe the sword with the blood of the forgeer, you should be able to break the secret seal on the sword...

Zhao Junwan frowned heavily in her worries, looked down at the long sword in her hand, and felt that this was a freshly roasted potato. She couldn't throw it away, and it was hot to hold it.

Not to mention that Jun Bugui has passed away now, no one knows where the corpse is. Whether Yin Jinyi, a woman, alone, believes in her is just a matter of different opinions.

She believed it, but Duanyou Valley had long been destroyed. No one of the Jun family can survive. Where can we obtain the direct bloodline of the forgeer?

The ghost mother looked at Zhao Junwan's sudden ugly face and did not express any statement. She did not urge her to do so. Instead, she sat down normally, held the table with one hand, and said curiously: Why do everyone want to get this sword? Can the immortality technique left by Jun Bugui really make people live forever?

I don’t know either... Zhao Junwan shook her head, raised her hand and placed the sword on the table, and looked helpless for a moment: Sword is a good sword, but every man is innocent, and he is guilty of possessing a treasure.I only know that as long as this sword exists for one day, the disputes about it will never stop...

I don't think immortality is good.The ghost mother spoke in a very light voice, turned her head to look at her dry palm, and the waves in her eyes trembled. If she could, she hoped that she was really like this.

Zhao Junwan looked at the broken worries for a long time. If she had told Yin Jinyi the way to crack the sword, if the woman really searched the bloodline of Jun's family in the world, she would have been many innocent families.

But if you don’t tell Yin Jinyi, Mo'er...

The thoughts in his heart kept swaying left and right, Zhao Junwan's face turned pale, and her heart was as difficult to breathe as if she was being held tightly by someone.

After a long time, Zhao Junwan raised her head gently, looked at Chunfu at the last side, opened her mouth and closed it tightly.

She breathed a lot and then continued to say in a deep voice: Take the sword back and give it to her. I can't crack the secret of this sword. I... am willing to die.

Chun Fu walked over with a little unnatural expression when she heard this. She picked up the sword on the table and walked out, and gently threw down her sentence before leaving the secret room: It will be very chaotic after today's summit...

The ghost mother raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at Chunfu's back. Is this woman hinting that they would take advantage of that time to escape?It was really unexpected.

Zhao Junwan took a deep breath and said in a nearly begging tone: Yes, can you let Mo'er come and go with me?Even if I die, I don't want him to die alone.

The ghost mother did not respond, but walked straight out. She did not carry the snake staff behind her, but just gently pulled up the black robe hood on her shoulder and buckled it on her head.

Just when Zhao Junwan thought that this person wanted to escape first, she saw her unscrew a mechanism on the wall. Behind the slowly rising wall, there was a child sitting on the couch with numb expression. After the two met, they rushed towards each other, sat together with excitement, and cried into tears.