The dragon's mouth cries blood, without eyes or eyes.

Scary.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Zhao Yang controlled the character and continued to walk forward.

The Sword Palace is already far away.

If the dragon head had the intention, he would probably stop his arrogant thoughts when he saw the immortal sword in the palace.

The sword pool in Shushan is the largest in the game world, and it is no different from the sword pools made by some old sword cultivators in the Earth Immortal World.

Unfortunately, there is no real fairy sword suppression inside.

Like the Pure Yang Immortal Sword.

Walking in the Pavilion Palace Cabinet, beside you are a sword room with spiritual swords everywhere. Until the end of the road, you will see a huge palace room with the sky light.

"It's so hot. Every time I come here, I'll be burned by the flames from this earth-center fire pool."

The leading Taoist priest introduced to Zhao Yang: "From forward, it is the center of the Sword Palace and the place where many elders in Shushan are retreating. Please pay attention to the behavior of your sword spirit and do not cause misunderstandings."

Obviously, the sword cultivator heard Dahan’s crazy words just now.

"OK."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang drove the dragon soul back to the Great Cold and prevented it from showing up.

This behavior caused a riot between Dahan.

Fortunately, this is a sword pool, and the one that is least afraid of is the riot of the sword spirit.

I saw a ray of sky light shining on the Great Cold Sword from the water curtain above my head.

The riot in Dahan ended suddenly.

It seems to be imprisoned by the sky light.

In reality, Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is this skill good? It's no worse than Qingmingcheng's."

Zhao Yang did not give time to study the source of the sky light, and soon, a rock suddenly opened up with the roar of the long sword.

An old man walked out of the mountain rocks.

Long hair and white beard.

He held a three-foot green edge in his hand and walked down the air step by step.

The old man glanced around like a sword, and finally left his eyes on Zhao Yang's face.

"Do you want to enter the Sword Palace?"

"Please trouble senior."

Zhao Yang performed the rituals.

The old man's clothes had become torn and ragged. I don't know how many years the ordinary coarse cloth had gone through, but now they were just wrapped around the old man like a rag.

And he should have a rotten smell on his body.

As he approached, Zhao Yang's character actually took a step back.

And beside the character, the Shushan disciple who was responsible for the welcome and seeing him off even covered his mouth and nose.

"Elder Weasel, how long has it been since you took a shower?"

The weasel elder?

Zhao Yang's right eyelid twitched, and he always felt that something bad was about to happen.

really!

The next second, the old man who was called the elder of the weasel by Shushan disciples turned red in the face.

puff....

"Run!!!"

The Shushan disciple's expression changed drastically, and he just said to Zhao Yang, and turned into a sword light and flew out of the sword pool.

The game character who was left in the same place suddenly turned pale after being stunned for a moment.

After a breath of breath, my eyes rolled!

"I... really have such great power?"

Looking at the tragic situation of the game characters, Zhao Yang shivered and hurriedly controlled the game characters to retreat.

After pulling to the location around the sword pool, the game character came to life breathlessly.

【What is this? Is it mental gas?】

"Well...."

[That thing just now was a weasel that became a spirit, right? Shushan actually bought it as an elder?]

The game characters were cheated very much. Not only did the gas smell so bad just now, it would make people unconsciously give birth to fantasies. Just taking a sip will make people feel like they fell into the whisper of Senluo!

If it weren't for being pulled out by Zhao Yang, it would have probably fallen to the ground on the spot and be slaughtered!

"This weasel elder is the spiritual pet left by the ascended seniors of my Shushan Mountain. He is loyal to his duties and does a good job in dealing with people and things. The filthy gas it often eliminates is really unbearable, and the weasel elder himself cannot control it... Then he was sent by the head sect to the Sword Palace as a guard..."

The disciples of Shushan who escaped the disaster also looked embarrassed.

The weasel elder can be said to be the dark history of Shushan.

I don’t know how many Shushan Gate complained about it.

But its seniority is too high and its strength is quite strong. These younger disciples really have no good idea.

"The elder of the noble family is really... very strange."

Seeing this, Zhao Yang also obeyed a moment of silence.

During the chat, Zhao Yang never thought how much shock this weasel elder would bring to him next.

When the weasel elder walked out of the seclusion, the "biochemical poison gas" in the sword palace had almost dissipated.

"Come in."

When talking, the old face that weasel, which was three points of vulgar and three points of cunning, was also a little embarrassed.

The game character turned his head to look at the disciples of Shushan.

The Shushan disciple nodded with a wry smile and took the lead in walking in.

Zhao Yang followed.

Five minutes later, in the hall of Jiange, the elder who had changed his clothes coughed twice at Zhao Yang who was sitting below, "Fellow Taoists from the Chunyang lineage, aren't they?"

"I am not talented, Chunyangzi comes from the Chunyang lineage." Zhao Yang replied softly.

While speaking, Zhao Yang's eyes never left the pair of "bronze cranes" with lamps on top of his head.

If it weren't for the inside story in my memory, who would have known that these two bronze cranes placed in the Sword Palace as ornamental objects were actually two self-proclaimed soul powers?

"Well, counting the time, it's time for your Chunyang lineage to be born."

The weasel took a sip of tea, looked at Dahan who was being carried by Zhao Yang, and chuckled, "Is this old dragon restless? It's also a pity for you, a junior."

As he spoke, there seemed to be someone rising behind the weasel.

It's a woman.

Half of his face was covered in the fog, and there was a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows and eyes, giving people a mysterious feeling.

The woman's eyes are as tender as water.

Looking at Dahan is like looking at his lover.

With a gentle wave, Zhao Yang saw Dahan suddenly unsheathed and headed straight to the woman's heart.

Dang.

The long sword actually stabbed the woman's phantom's heart hard!

A trace of vermilion appeared on the woman's phantom chest, and the clothes on the phantom chest were dyed red in Zhao Yang's surprised gaze.

"Fairy, why bother?"

The weasel seemed to have noticed all this. After a bitter smile, he turned around and bowed to the phantom behind him, "Why should the fairy be obsessed with that person without mercy back then?"

Fairy?

Stubborn?

Are this soul familiar with the Great Cold?

Or know each other?

Otherwise, how could Dahan let her hurt her?

Zhao Yang narrowed his eyes. This seemed to be the pot thrown out by his cheap master Lu Dongxuan?

Under his gaze, the phantom slowly shook his head.

Under the veil, red lips lightly opened.

A sound like a wind chime echoed in the sword palace.

"The thousand-year agreement has arrived. Since Lu Dongxuan sent someone to the appointment, why did I lose all this little bit of residual soul?

Forget it.

I'll meet that cruel man now."

While speaking, Zhao Yang saw a long lilac sword suddenly flashing around the woman, turning into a thunder dragon, swallowing the woman in one bite.

Next second.
Chapter completed!