"I have sensed it. Not far ahead is the burial place of the remains of my ancestors. You guys stay here and wait for me." Mu Tao turned to everyone and said.
Xia Ze subconsciously glanced at the black clouds above Mu Tao's head. The strong black air surged like boiling water. A pair of smoke-like black hands slowly rested on her shoulders, but she didn't notice it at all.
"I'll go with you." Ignoring Tuntian's almost pleading growl in his heart, he stood in front of Mu Tao without hesitation.
Mu Tao seemed to be moved by the young man's bravery and agreed: "Okay."
"The three of us are from the same lineage. Mu Tao's ancestor is also half of our elders. Let's go together." Fu Qi pulled Li You.
"No, you two stay here." Song Xi grabbed Fu Qi and Li You.
Fu Qi was a little confused: "Grandpa Song, why is this?"
"Based on my many years of experience in going in and out of Mawei's Grave, the aura at the burial site of Mu Girl's ancestors is even worse than that of Tongzi Peak. Entering this place consumes all the money accumulated by headhunters and outsiders.
Fuyuan, Mu Tao and Xia Ze, one yin and one yang, just harmonize with each other. If you two were added, I'm afraid it would cause a lot of trouble."
When Li You and Fu Qi saw this, they stopped insisting and just said they were looking around.
"Let's go." Mu Tao stretched out his hand and took Xia Ze.
The two of them marched slowly toward the flaming fire. The deeper they went, the brighter the light flowing in Xia Ze's eyes became. Xia Ze's heartbeat could not calm down, and he was gradually...
The hand Mu Tao held was a little sweaty.
"Xia Ze, I want you to promise me something." Mu Tao suddenly stopped and turned to him.
"Huh? What's the matter? Tell me." He tilted his head, his face full of confusion.
"No matter what happens, don't rush to be a hero, think more about yourself, live, you must live." The girl looked at the young man's dazzling eyes with a serious face.
Xia Ze looked at the girl's beautifully carved face and was a little fascinated. He nodded heavily for a long time.
"Okay! I promise Miss Mu!"
"I know even if you don't tell me, you must have come back because you saw something, for example, something that could threaten my life is about to happen, right?" The girl smiled slyly.
Xia Ze was startled. Such a heavy thing seemed to her to be completely unimportant.
He pointed at his eyes and said hesitantly: "Miss Mu, my eyes... I have been able to tell a person's luck since I was a child. I just took a look at the eyes on Miss Mu's head.
A cloud of mist, very bad..."
"Oh? How bad is it?" she said, pretending to be horrified.
"Unprecedented bad luck, hundreds of times worse than the bad luck I've seen before." He answered honestly.
"What happened to that person?" Mu Tao raised his eyebrows.
"He died. He was drunk outside the inn wearing single clothes in the winter. When the snow cleared, his body was eaten by wild dogs..." Xia Ze answered truthfully.
The girl used green jade fingers to glance at the scattered hair on her forehead and said: "God's will can make people do things, but I, Mu Tao, have never believed in fate. I only believe in this."
She turned her hand over, and a golden sword was tightly held in her hand.
The two continued to move forward, and as they went deeper and deeper, the howling wind around them changed from invisible to a black and murderous aura.
In the deepest part, there is a human figure one or two feet tall, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with twelve long swords of different styles behind him, like a peacock spreading its tail, pierced on the spine, how majestic it is.
Mu Tao and Xia Ze dispersed the annoying gusts of wind like flies and mosquitoes, and when they looked closer, they discovered that the tall human figure sitting on the ground was not a withered skeleton, but a body well preserved, like a ferocious demon god in the world.
elder.
"Miss Mu..." Xia Ze asked quietly.
Mu Tao made a silent gesture and pierced the long sword in his hand into the earth, causing a golden ripple to ripple out.
The old man's eyes were originally closed, his beard and beard were dancing in the wind, and his originally tense face seemed to have been glued together since it had not moved for a long time. There was a stabbing sound, and blood flowed out.
His eyes slowly opened, and a pair of faint blue eyes shone like bright sparks in this dark cloud-covered forbidden area like day and night.
The hoarse old man's voice sounded: "Is this the great-great-grandson of my Mu family?"
Mu Tao said respectfully: "Mu Tao, the daughter of Mu Hao, the seventeenth generation head of the Mu family, pays homage to our ancestor."
The old man stood up, and the bones all over his body crackled and exploded. Every time he took a step, there was a thunderous vibration on the ground. Even the horse crying tomb canopy formation rippled with the steps of the tall old man.
Xia Ze lowered his head as much as possible and tried his best to suppress Tun Tian who was trying to escape from his body and take him away.
Just standing in front of him, doing nothing, I felt that the air in my lungs was as stagnant as bricks, almost suffocating.
The old man came to Mu Tao, looked at her for a while, and suddenly without any warning, he pulled out a bladeless sword as thick as a beam from his back and slashed straight at the girl in front of him.
The rough sword body brought up a whirlwind, blowing from top to bottom within three feet, causing the earth to collapse slightly.
The terrifying edgeless heavy sword hovered three inches in front of Mu Tao's forehead.
"Xiao Nizi, why don't you hide?" the old man asked.
Mu Tao's face remained as usual: "You are the ancestor of the Mu family. As a descendant of the Mu family, there is no reason to evade the sword and retreat."
"Then why did you come here?" The old man was tall, and there was no unnecessary expression on his pale face, but he always gave people a domineering look without anger.
Mu Tao put up his sword stance and said with a faint smile: "Sacrifice the sword in my hand with the blood of my ancestors and refine the most exquisite sword spirit in Kyushu."
Xia Ze and the old man were stunned at first, but the latter actually clapped his hands and laughed after hearing Mu Tao's "unbelievable" words.
The training of the Mu family has been passed down from ten thousand years ago to this day. Those who learn Mu-style swordsmanship in the younger generation must ask their mentor to teach them the sword, and use the blood of their mentor to sacrifice the shuriken. If they are lucky enough, they can use themselves as the bones of the sword to nourish it.
Create a sword energy of your own.
Disciples who practice Mu family swordsmanship are usually no more than three generations old. It is unprecedented for Mu Tao to directly approach the ancestor of the Mu family.
"Ten thousand years have passed, and I thought that after my death, the Mu family would no longer have any strong bones. If the Mu family is now just sissies with thin skin and tender flesh and no spine, what if I
If I have a chance to get out of this Tianmu Cave, I must rain down the divine thunder and kill a few of them."
"You little girl, you are quite crazy, but you don't know what you are capable of." He took a few steps closer, his steps were brisk and agile, without the thunderous shock before, but in Xia Ze's eyes, murderous intent was everywhere.
It's like a giant spirit crushing a tiny ant.
"Mu Tao today, I have the honor to ask the Jianmu family ancestor, please!"
The old man snorted coldly, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Mu Tao. He swung his sword with his left hand, and the heavy sword, big and small, hit him hard.
Mu Tao's face suddenly changed, and she held the sword in front of her forehead with both hands, blocking the blow.
Both feet were sunk deeply into the soil, a full seven inches, which showed that this blow was not easy to take away.
At this extremely critical moment, the ancestor actually used his right hand to pull out another sword inserted into his spine, and swept it out with a fierce sword.
As a last resort, Mu Tao had no choice but to move the sword downward and stand in a stance to resist the blow.
The long sword turned into a golden hairpin was bent to a terrifying degree. Fortunately, after losing most of its strength, Mu Tao moved lightly, rolled backwards in the air, and retreated six or seven steps.
Xia Ze watched this battle and wanted to take action several times, but held back.
"Little girl, don't say that our ancestors are disrespectful and bully you. I died thousands of years ago. Now I only have this Yang God body left, and my whole body cultivation only stays at the ten martial arts realms and the Mingwang realm. Now that I have chosen
If you ask me about the sword, you must be prepared to face the consequences of death. "How about I give you a break first and lower you to the eighth or ninth level?"
"You don't need to give in. If you are missing an arm or a leg later, I hope that ancestors will forgive Mu Tao for being rude." Mu Tao tiptoed and struck again with his sword.
With a flick of his wrist, thousands of killing sword rays shot out in an instant.
The old man snorted coldly, and with his huge body like a bull in the aisle, he first deliberately took twenty or thirty sword blows from Mu Tao, and then with his hands beating a drum, he pointed the tip of his needle at the wheat awn and caught all the sword gleams.
Caught off guard, two new arms sprouted from the ancestor's back, and he pulled out two long swords, one long and one short, and viciously attacked Mu Tao's waist and abdomen.
Mu Tao took the lead, and with the light steps of a woman, before the blades of the two long swords, one long and one short, were fully stretched, she raised her knees and the old man's elbows were suddenly raised, removing the old man's accumulated strength.
Taking this opportunity, he straightened his body and thrust his sword into the chest of the ancestor of the Mu family.
The ancestor's chest lit up with bursts of sparks. The long sword seemed to be pierced on something extremely hard and could not be immersed in half. As the ancestor roared, a strong force of energy poured out from the chest!
Without giving Mu Tao a chance to dodge, he quickly struck down with his heavy sword.
She took a hard bite and felt a sharp pain in her internal organs. She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and raised her sword.
With a pop, the old man's hands holding the heavy sword fell to the ground.
The old man seemed a little surprised, and there was no pain on his face as a bunch of palms were cut off.
"My sword skills are good, but it's a pity..." He smiled sinisterly, and with a plop, four more arms stabbed out from behind, and they pulled out the long swords on his back.
The six arms were raised high, and then they all stabbed into the ground in front of him.
Jutting out from the ground, there was the roar of a giant creature, followed randomly by a low roar that shook the earth.
The soil arched up under Mu Tao's feet. She frowned, kicked hard, and jumped three to four feet high.
Where he was originally standing, a huge white dragon skull poked out from among the lightning and flint. It opened its huge mouth and soared into the air, chasing Mu Tao.
In the girl's Qi Mansion, spiritual energy surged, and the silver bracelet slipped from her wrist. When Mu Tao was about to be swallowed, it expanded thousands of times, and then when it slipped to the neck of the white dragon bone, it suddenly shrank and strangled the ancient dragon's neck.
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The dragon's white bones writhed in pain, causing the dark clouds in the sky to shatter.
Mu Tao stood on top of the dragon bone, grabbing a dragon horn with her fair and slender hands. The old man on the ground lightly tapped his toes and galloped away along the tail of the dragon bone. The six long swords in his hands danced like windmills.