Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

The blue fireworks, like Lin Haishengtao, accompanied by the roar of the evil spirit, penetrated the distance and came to the front of Hei Shan.

The rain and fog evaporated, and the hem of the clothes fluttered.

Heishan, whose cultivation base had fallen to the Nascent Soul stage, took a small step back under the attack of Lu Yun's sword, and then there was praise in his eyes.

But more, it is joy and excitement.

"it is good!"

He shouted loudly, and after the bronze knife in his hand relieved, he hit back.

Heishan's knife flashed like a phantom, and it came to Lu Yun in an instant, aiming at her neck and slashing.

Lu Yun just turned her head slightly to avoid the knife, which was too light, because the knife had no killing intent before it arrived.

Heishan regained his footing, and he patted Lu Yun on the shoulder, as if giving some recognition.

"You didn't disgrace me."

The epee hit the ground, the flames were extinguished, and the rain curtain fell on the head again, the water color wet the hair, and the rain fell from the long eyelashes. Lu Yun looked at the black mountain and smiled leisurely.

"It was taught by the seniors."

The war started suddenly and ended suddenly.

Yao Tian, ​​who had been watching from the sidelines, observed the atmosphere between the two with a serious look on his face.

After the conflict is over, it is natural to negotiate peace.

In just two days of effort, the two races reached a unity.

There is nothing special about the firepit in the ancient land, it is located in the center of the Shanshui tribe.

A person surrounded by two tribes around the edge of a fire pond built high with black stones. The perennial drizzle that shrouded the Shanshui tribe has stopped today, and the sun is shining, and the light and shadow are changing.

Agusu walked up to the firepit step by step with a piece of green wood burning with green fire.

The situation of the Shanshui tribe is better than that of the previous Qingmu tribe. The flame in the fire pond is about the size of a washbasin, and the dark blue flame is like a deep seabed, mysterious and dangerous.

This kind of blue has a deep and cold feeling.

Agusu put Aoki into the firepit, and the two flames didn't feel like fighting each other, they were more like temptations.

The first thing to strike was the dark blue flame, which branched out into filaments that looked like water, reaching towards the green fire.

The blue fire stayed in place and swayed gently, like a naive child, but the moment the deep blue flame touched it, it turned into shadows of trees covering the sky.

The two flames devoured each other, merged with each other, and finally turned into a bone-colored forest white.

The flames interweave pictures one after another over the fire pit, and the magnificent mountains and rivers burning in the flames are beautifully painted.

Lu Yun could see it clearly, the picture that was interpreted was not the present, but more like the ancient memory in the fire pit.

"Throw your sword in."

The voice of Montenegro appeared, and it was above board.

Lu Yun glanced at Yaotian, seeing that the other party was silent and did not object, she walked up and stuck Wu Zhuo in the fire pit.

The moment the black epee fell into the fire pond, the flames exploded, and countless tongues of flame swept in, wrapping the epee within.

The flames traveled on the epee, and in Lu Yun's mind, it was the voice from Montenegro.

"This sword was born in the fire pond."

"You want to know the origin of this sword, maybe take this opportunity to have a look."

Lu Yun didn't look for the Black Mountain, she looked up silently, and the turbulent scene above was changing.

Looking at the sky, the boundless sky opened a crack at a certain moment.

There seemed to be some strange dream hidden in the crack, it was chaotic and difficult to understand, only something could be seen suddenly scattered from the crack, and then fell separately.

One of them fell into the fire pit of the ancient barbarians who had not been separated at that time.

It was a metal-like fragment, covered with a layer of scorched black, and the original material could not be seen.

The arrival of this fragment attracted the attention of the ancient barbarians. They thought it was a gift from heaven, and they enshrined it.

The fragments were burned in the fire pond for many years. Under the assimilation of the strange force that could cover the entire ancient mountain range, the scorched black layer on the surface of the fragments receded, revealing the truth inside.

It was a noble pale golden color, with restrained brilliance and full charm.

The size of a palm, it can be seen that it is a fragment of a sword, and the cold blades on both sides of this fragment are surprisingly sharp.

This fragment, right in the flames, has not been touched.

Until one day, when a naughty child was playing around the firepit, he accidentally threw a stone into the firepit.

In the heyday of the firepit, the flames inside were enough to burn all impurities.

At first no one paid attention to it, but soon the ancient barbarians discovered that the stones thrown in were absorbed by the fragments, and the fragments seemed to grow a little bigger.

After the initial surprise, the ancient barbarians began to "feed", and all kinds of metals found in the mountains were thrown into the fire pit, and were received by the fragments in the white flames.

This process lasts for a long time.

During the sacrifice that year, prey were placed around the firepit, and ancient sacrificial songs echoed over the firepit.

The flame responded to its followers, and the power of the explosion covered the entire mountain range.

The creatures in the mountains gave back, and they fed back the power, and that power was drawn and fell into the fire pond, like the hammer of heaven and earth, forging the huge metal block.

It was on that day that Wuzhuo was born.

The word Wuzhuo is a gift from God.

The only pity is that no one can use this sword, the epee can barely be lifted, and it can't even be swung.

Since then, this sword has been regarded as a sacred object of the ancient barbarians, and it has also become a token of the ancient barbarian patriarch, and has been shelved.

The origin of this sword has been passed down orally among the patriarchs of the past dynasties.

They said that this sword is waiting for an owner, and they, the ancient barbarians, are the guardians of this sword.

With the passage of time, some hidden stories are sinking, and the ancient barbarians also ushered in the change of their rights.

The ancient barbarians divided into four parts, and the kindling in the fire pit was divided into three parts.

The third one stayed in the ancient barbarian mountains and became the later Beast Clan, Cyanwood Clan and Shanshui.

Another is to take this sword and leave the Ancient Man Mountain Range. They established a stable place in a remote place, and since then they have been anonymous and cut off all connections with the Ancient Man Mountain Range.

This family is called Black Mountain, and it is also this family. Without the protection of fire, they cannot continue the witch power belonging to the ancient barbarians, and their bodies no longer have totems.

Only their tall figures tell the difference between them and the human race.

They improved their physical strength, and one year after outside monks strayed into the ancient city of Montenegro, they began to practice like the human race.

After the initial chaos, the Ancient Man Mountains stabilized again. They forgot about the clansmen who had left, and stayed in the mountains to hide from the world.

The Heishan tribe who were far away fell into the conspiracy of the human race, and the Heishan tribe was almost wiped out. Until now, the ancient city is no longer there.

The clansmen who left back then returned to this mountain range, old friends reunited, and those who came back also had secrets buried in history.

After the deduced picture scroll came to an end, the flames converged into the fire pit again.

In the fire pond at this moment, the fire was about the height of a person, and the pale flame could not feel the warmth even close to it, but Lu Yun did not underestimate the opponent's strength. (end of this chapter)