Chapter 966

Two days passed like a white horse passing by in a hurry.

The tomb of the buried sword is still the tomb of the buried sword.

The unique sense of death and desolation in the Boneyard shrouded the entire Tomb of Buried Swords.

Even the golden twilight can't warm up this desolate land.

On the contrary, at the moment before the night is about to fall, like the last burst of light before darkness, it is even more sad and sad.

The entrance to the Tomb of Buried Swords is the archway with towering green pillars. On both sides of the archway, the wind bells on the cornices are ringing and tinkling in the evening wind, and the ethereal sound of the Sanskrit bells echoes gently in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the red plaque in the middle of the eaves, there are the words elegant as a dragon - "the tomb where the sword is buried".

Under the Zhu plaque is a figure in a black robe.

Under the black robe, Ruoyin held a flagon in his hand.

At this moment, the man in black raised his head, staring at those words with two empty eye sockets.

The afterglow behind him spread all over the ground, spreading to tens of thousands of steps, and it suddenly looked like a warm yellow cloak covering him.

The light of the afterglow even dyed his silent and oppressive black robe with warmth.

"The grave where the sword is buried." He whispered softly, a voice that had never been heard before.

silence.

"Count it up, it's been a hundred thousand years."

On both sides of the green pillar are the tomb guards of the Piao family for generations. They looked at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of them, and the dog-soul, bear-centipede behind him, and before they could react, the black-robed man had already stepped past.

One step counts, and advances lightly.

In the blink of an eye, the left guard stood at the door, his eyes suddenly blank. It seems to have forgotten something.

What just happened?

It seems like nothing happened.

The Tsukamori also forgot what they had seen.

So he turned his head and continued to stand where he was, guarding this dead and desolate place.

On the other side, the black-robed human skeleton Ben Wei had already entered the tomb where the sword was buried.

What caught my eye was the sword stuck beside the mound.

The first line of the Piao family, one person and one bone. One bone and one sword.

Those swords were haloed and slightly yellowed in the dusk. Each handful is like a golden straight wheat in autumn.

Skull Benwei stopped at his feet.

glanced over.

It's an endless wheat field.

The vicissitudes of life are cold and hopeless.

From generation to generation, children and grandchildren.

Skull Benwei hooking the jug

The finger bones shook slightly.

Then, with a movement of his body, he took a few steps and passed lightly.

It seems that they are afraid that the sound of footsteps will disturb the undead.

Soon, he stood on the altar in the deepest part of the Tomb of Buried Swords.

On the altar, there was a single skeleton.

A sword with iron stains was stuck beside him.

This sword is covered with copper rust, like an old man who is dying.

Crumbling, but firm - not falling down.

On the mottled sword body, it seems that the blood stained on the blade can still be vaguely seen.

Next to it, there is a stone tablet with inscriptions chiseled on it - "Piao Yunchu, the ancestor of the Piao family."

There are also two lines of small characters chiseled in the lower left corner.

The water comes, we wait in the water.

Come the fire, we wait in the ashes.

Skull Benwei stood in front of the stele, quietly, his expression seemed to be lost in memory.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the tombstone, warm yellow like fire. In a trance, it reminded him of the fire a hundred thousand years ago.

The monstrous karmic fire that destroyed everyone.

The dog behind him looked different from the usual boss, and didn't dare to breathe for a while. He could only follow behind Skull Benwei quite honestly.

The face looked curiously.

Guess the identity of the skeleton.

Under the curious gazes of Gouzi and the others, Skull Benwei raised the white bone palm in the black robe.

On the palm of the hand, hangs a wine jug.

Skull Benwei picked his fingers, and there was a sound of jingling water in the pot.

"This is the return of your favorite general." He said softly.

As soon as the cork was pulled out, the mellow aroma of wine wafted out immediately.

Even the dogs behind me became excited when they smelled it.

He raised the palm of the white bone holding the pot, and as he turned over, the clear wine spilled on the bone.

The strong and mellow aroma of wine spread in the air instantly.

A wind blew up in the tomb, blowing the black robe of Skull Benwei, and the legs of the robe were blown away.

Also smell the wine.

The wind with the aroma of wine passed over the old sword, causing the sword body to sway lightly, and hit the grave mound, rolling up a little bit of sand.

It also blows towards the tombs of buried swords all over the mountains and plains.

I don't know if it's because the wind is too strong or the wine is too fragrant, but the sword buried in the Tomb of Swords began to tremble slightly when the wind passed by.

Its voice is humming, like complaining or admiration, like weeping or complaining.

Looking at the fine wine that was spilled all over the floor, Gouzi and the others couldn't help being curious.

It looked at the skeleton, and then

Look at the wine poured all over the floor.

He couldn't help opening his mouth cautiously.

"Boss, who is this?"

Being pulled back from his thoughts by Gou Zi, Gu Benwei paused.

Then continue to spill the wine in his hand.

Then release the jug.

There was a crisp cracking sound. The jug shattered into countless pieces and scattered in front of the stele.

It was the wine sent to the old man from afar.

It is also a jug sent to the old man from afar.

The next moment, Gu Benwei raised his hand.

The scene around Gouzi changed rapidly. The tombstone and the skeleton were pulled away instantly, and then the world spun around for a while, and faint sparks burst out in front of my eyes.

Soon, a wave of dry heat came.

Immediately afterwards, there was a place that was cracked for thousands of miles—the Karmic Fire Forbidden Land.

The mottled cracks and ravines are vertical and horizontal.

Then there was another extremely cold wind that made the dogs shiver.

It turns out that next to the fire forbidden area is an extremely cold river that is frozen for thousands of miles all the year round.

In the blink of an eye, Gouzi followed Skull Benwei and stood above the extremely cold river, looking down at the icy world below.

On this glacier, there are hundreds of millions of loyal soldiers as soldiers, and millions of gods and demons as generals.

(end of this chapter)