The two days passed by in a hurry like a fleeting moment.
The grave where the sword is buried is still the grave where the sword is buried.
The unique feeling of deathly silence and desolation of the Bone Burial Ground shrouded the entire Sword Burial Tomb.
Even the golden dusk cannot warm this desolate place.
On the contrary, the moment before night is about to fall, it is like the last burst of light before darkness, making it even more sad and sad.
The entrance to the tomb where the sword is buried is an archway with towering green pillars. On both sides of the archway, the flying eaves and wind bells tinkled crisply in the dusk wind, and the ethereal sound of the bells echoed gently in the afterglow of the setting sun.
On the red plaque in the middle of the cornice are the words "The Tomb of Swords" written as elegantly as dragons.
Under the Zhu plaque, there is a figure in black robe.
Under the black robe, Ruoyin held a wine bottle in his hand.
At this time, the man in black robe looked up, staring at those words with his two empty eyes.
The afterglow spread all over the ground behind him, spreading under tens of thousands of steps. Suddenly, it looked like a warm yellow cloak covering his body.
The afterglow light even dyed his silent and oppressive black robe with warmth.
"The grave where the sword is buried." He whispered softly, his voice was as quiet as ever.
"In total, it's been a hundred thousand years."
On both sides of the green pillar were the tomb-keepers of the Piao family for generations. They looked at the man in black robe who suddenly appeared in front of them, and the dog, soul, bear and centipede behind him. Before they had time to react, the man in black robe had already stepped forward.
And passed.
One step counts several feet, and you advance lightly.
In an instant, the man who had left the tomb was standing at the door, his eyes suddenly blank. He seemed to have forgotten something.
What just happened?
It seems like nothing happened.
The people who kept the tomb also forgot what they had seen.
So he turned around and continued to stand where he was, guarding this dead, desolate place.
On the other side, the black-robed man Benwei has entered the grave where the sword is buried.
What caught his eye was the sword inserted next to the tomb.
Direct descendants of the Piao family, one person, one bone. One bone, one sword.
Those swords were dyed with halo in the dusk and turned slightly yellow. Each sword was like a golden and straight piece of wheat in autumn.
Benwei paused at his feet.
Glancing past.
It is an endless wheat field.
The weather is cold and hopeless.
Generation after generation, descendants.
Benwei hooked his finger bones on the wine bottle and shook it slightly.
Then he moved his body, took a few feet in one step, and passed by lightly.
It seemed that he was afraid that the footsteps would disturb the undead.
Soon, he stood on the altar at the deepest part of the Sword Tomb.
On the altar, there was a solitary skeleton.
There is a rusty sword stuck beside him.
This sword is covered with patina, like an old man who is about to die.
On the verge of collapse, but still standing strong.
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 the words "Ancestor of the Piao family Piao Yunchu."
There are also two lines of small characters chiselled in the lower left corner.
When the water comes, we wait in the water.
When the fire comes, we wait in the ashes.
Benwei stood in front of the stone tablet, quietly, his expression seemed to be lost in memories.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the tombstone, as warm and yellow as fire. It reminded him of the fire a hundred thousand years ago.
That monstrous karmic fire that destroyed everyone.
The dog behind him looked different from the usual boss, and he didn't dare to breathe for a while. He could only follow Benwei quite honestly, watching with curiosity on his face.
Speculating on the identity of the person with the skeleton.
Under the curious gazes of Gouzi and others, Benwei raised the bone-white palm in his black robe.
On the palm of his hand, there was a wine bottle hanging.
Benwei picked it with his fingers, and there was a sound of water clanging in the pot.
"This is the return of your favorite general." He said softly.
As soon as the cork is pulled out, the rich aroma of the wine suddenly wafts out.
Even the dogs behind me got excited when they smelled it.
He raised the palm of his hand that was holding the pot of bones, and as he turned it over, the clear wine spilled in front of the bones.
The strong and mellow aroma of wine instantly spreads in the air.
A strong wind blew up in the tomb, blowing up the huge black robe of Gu Benwei, causing the feet of the robe to fly off.
It also smells of wine.
The wine-scented wind blew past the old sword, causing the sword to sway lightly. It hit the tomb and rolled up bits of sand.
It also blew toward the sword burial mounds that filled the mountains and plains.
I don't know whether it was the strong wind or the fragrant wine, but the sword in the sword grave began to tremble slightly when the wind passed by.
His voice sounds like resentment, admiration, and weeping.
Seeing the wine spilled all over the floor, Gouzi and the others couldn't help but be curious.
It looked at the skeleton and then at the wine poured on the floor.
I couldn't help but speak cautiously.
"Boss, who is this?"
Pulled back from his thoughts by Gouzi, Benwei paused.
Then he continued to spill the wine in his hand.
Then loosen the jug.
A crisp cracking sound was heard. The wine bottle broke into countless pieces and scattered in front of the monument.
That was wine sent to an old friend from afar.
It is also a wine bottle sent to an old friend from afar.
The next moment, Benwei raised his hand.
The scene around Gouzi and the others changed rapidly. The tombstone and the bones were instantly pulled away, and then the world began to spin, and there were faint sparks popping up in front of their eyes.
Soon, a rush of heat came.
Immediately afterwards, there was a place that was cracked for thousands of miles - the Forbidden Land of Karmic Fire.
There are mottled cracks and ravines.
Then came the extremely cold wind, which made several dogs shivering.
It turns out that next to the Yehuo Forbidden Land is an extremely cold river that is frozen all year round.
In the blink of an eye, the dogs followed Benwei and stood above the extremely cold river, looking down at the icy world below.
On top of this glacier is the army of the gods with hundreds of millions of loyal soldiers as soldiers and millions of gods and demons as generals.