Pigeon fine note

"It's here." Xingbian said.

Hearing Mozun's voice, Gu Zeming suddenly woke up from his dream.

He combed the feathers subconsciously for a while, and then remembered that he was taken out by the demon king.So he opened the pocket with his wings and looked out.

There was a mist around, and a few sparse grasses could be seen faintly on the ground, and the roots were sluggish, as if they were unable to straighten up due to the heavy magic pressure.

A huge snow-white spar stood quietly in front of it, emitting a soft light.

The stone is pure in texture, and the surface is so smooth that it can reflect the silhouette of a person.

Gu Zeming kicked his legs and jumped out of his pocket. When Jiang fell to the ground, he flew up and landed on Mozun's shoulder.

"This is..." He observed the spar curiously.

"Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water." Xingbian replied.

Mirror Flower Water Moon was originally the name of the lake.It is said that drinking the water of this lake will make people crazy, and the "smelling drunk" brewed by the two-faced fox who is used to confusing people's minds takes the water from this lake.Later, a monk who betrayed Wan Jianzong and turned to the magic way seriously injured the two-faced fox who occupied the place, and the two-faced fox disappeared from there.This cultivator has cultivated here for several years and doesn't care about world affairs, but the Demon Lord at that time was deeply afraid of his powerful strength, so he tried every means to get rid of him.However, the Mozun's plan was undecided, and the cultivator ascended.

Legend has it that this monk left his natal sword here.

There are countless lives on this sword, and the evil energy is strong. After the monk ascended, the evil energy on it immediately spread, and the lake water evaporated.When everything settled down, only this spar was left.

How many monks want to get this sword to make themselves famous in the world.It's a pity that no one succeeded, and even many people mysteriously disappeared here and never appeared again.

"The place where the legendary Demon Sword Thousand Calamity is located?" Gu Zeming said.

"...you know?" Xingbian raised his eyebrows, and then he remembered, "When the Shensuan Pavilion was invited by the owner of the Palace of Bliss to provide management advice, they did survey the terrain of the endless abyss. . . . It's all found."

"Hmm..." Gu Zeming tilted his head, "You want this sword? Why? My own sword doesn't work well?"

The sword worn by the Mozun let out an anxious sword cry.

Xing Bian touched the scabbard soothingly, and then flicked the round belly of the pigeon on his shoulder.

Gu Zeming was startled, he rolled and fell, fortunately he managed to grab Xingbian's robe on the way, and jumped back to his shoulders.

Xing Bian said slowly: "Gouging out the flesh of you trash will dirty my sword."

The sword chimed in satisfaction.

Gu Zeming: "..."

The magic sword also has a temper... Why do you say that so that people can use it for you... No wonder you need someone to help you...

"Where is the magic sword? How to get it?" he asked.

"The magic sword is guided by the lake water, and naturally formed two organs, one is the mirror flower, and the other is the water moon." Xingbian knocked on the surface of the spar, and the clear "clang" sound echoed in the air, "the outer layer The flower in the mirror will condense the causal line, and only blood can dissolve it. The more karma in a person, the more blood is needed. Most people, even if they drain all the blood on their bodies, the causal line cannot be completely eliminated."

He made a cut in the palm of his hand with the sword, and blood slowly overflowed from it.

Xing Bian pressed his palm against the spar, and the red blood flowed down, leaving strange patterns on it.

As if there was no obstacle suddenly, his palm sank deep in the spar.

"The inner water moon will lure people's demons." Xing Bian said, "All the monks died in this level—except me."

He glanced at Gu Zeming, with a warning in his eyes: "Although I can't pass this level, it's still possible to break free from the outside world. If you take the opportunity to do something that makes me unhappy... I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster in the Shensuan Pavilion."

Gu Zeming nodded indifferently.

He followed Xingbian's arm to his wrist, and tentatively pecked at the mirror with his beak: "Then I shouldn't need much blood..."

The beak melted into the spar in an instant.

Gu Zeming became unsteady, and the whole pigeon fell into it.