After the Yaozun failed to cross the tribulation

This is a place that Xie Ling has never been to.

Tianzheng shot a bit of spiritual power into the sky, completely illuminating the entire underground palace.

Jie Beng stepped back abruptly, looked at Tian Zheng: "Are we in Liuchuan Valley?"

Tianzheng said calmly: "Yes."

The entire underground palace was extremely gloomy and cold, the cold air was so strong that it could be seen by the naked eye. There had been no trace of people for a long time, but the ground was spotless. It wasn't cold, but it also shivered subconsciously.

This is an underground armory.

There has always been such a place underground in Liuchuan Valley. In his last life, he was too careless to know about it.Countless divine soldiers were lined up close to the wall, densely packed, and completely surrounded the huge underground palace, but even so, these divine soldiers were not put down. There was a long table in the center of the underground palace, except for a mirror placed in the center of the long table. In addition, weapons such as short daggers or machetes are neatly arranged in the remaining spaces.

Xie Ling took a cursory glance, and saw that there were all kinds of swords, guns and halberds, even some very rare or difficult to use as weapons.

Not to mention the other hidden weapons, silver needles.

Even with the light of spiritual power shining, the underground palace is still gloomy, and the sharp blades of magic soldiers are shining with a frightening ice-blue brilliance, making the body shudder.

If before he knew it, the weapon for the entire underground palace was taken by someone with a heart under his nose...

Knowing that Xie Ling was afraid, Tian Zheng patted Xie Ling's back and said in a low voice, "Go and see?"

Xie Ling came back to his senses, nodded, and looked solemnly at the long spear closest to him.

The gun is a good gun, with a red tassel that dazzles the eyes, and the sharp and sharp hair shining with a cold light. The gun body is not heavy, and it is very light.

It's a pity that it is a semi-finished product, and with the strength of the current major artisans, it is impossible to make it.Knowing what to do, if this gun has been completed, it must be a magical weapon that can summon wind and rain.

If you put it outside, you will be looted.

Xie Ling made up his mind for a while, but wondered why something far beyond the current civilization appeared.

Tianzheng looked at Xie Ling from a distance and looked at the spear, his eyes gradually darkened.

There are a lot of weapons in the underground palace, Xie Beng glanced at them roughly, all of them are semi-finished products, and all of them are unfinished artifacts.

Xie Ling was shocked. With the ability of Jinchuan's strongest weapon refiner, even if he exhausted his manpower and material resources, he couldn't make a decent artifact. However, there are at least hundreds of unreal weapons in this underground armory. What is going on?

Xie Beng frowned, with deep puzzlement hidden in his eyes.

Tianzheng let out a low sigh, but this low sigh attracted Xie Beng's attention, as if he had gained some key breakthrough, he called Tianzheng, and lowered his voice: "Tianzheng, did you know this place before?"

Tianzheng's eyes flickered slightly in the darkness, but Xie Ling didn't notice it, and only heard Tianzheng say softly: "I never noticed it."

Xie Ling frowned into the word "Chuan". Tianzheng and the other three artifacts also appeared before the creation of Jinchuan, and the Taikoo Shouhuang was the former owner of Tianzheng.

But here comes the question, where did the Primordial Shouhuang come from, where did the artifact come from, and where did the semi-finished artifact from the underground palace come from?Why did Taikoo Shouhuang establish Jinchuan?Before the creation of Jinchuan, where did the people who made artifacts go?

But the contradiction came again. If Jinchuan had a group of top craftsmen who made these artifacts before, why was there only Taikoo Shouhuang in the end?

Xie Ling felt that Tianzheng was hiding something from him.

Xie Ling's throat twitched: "What was the world like before Tianzheng and Jinchuan, when the Emperor Shouhuang was still alive?"

Tianzheng: "The four fields are barren and there is no human habitation."

Xie Luo looked at him: "Then if it's barren, what's the matter with the artifacts in this entire underground palace? Why do things far surpass today's civilization appear?"

Tianzheng shook his head lightly: "Xie Ling, don't ask about some things, okay? Those things should be pressed at the foot of the mountain forever, and never see the light of day."

Tianzheng did know something, but he didn't want to say more.

Xie Ling was about to get to the bottom of it, but suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing beside him, his eyes were sharp, and he quickly pulled out his Vientiane guard, but he saw the face of the comer through the sharp blade of the sword.

It's Xuanwei.

Xie Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and asked casually, "Xuanwei, did you get rid of those people?"

Xuanwei stood five steps away from Xie Rang, looking at him silently.

Xie Luo thought he didn't hear, and was about to walk forward, but Tian Zheng stretched out his arms to stop Jie Luo.

Xuanwei said at this time: "They are setting up a demon-subduing formation outside, I will come in and let you know."

Xie Ling raised his head and fixedly looked at Xuanwei.

Xuanwei's face looked unreal against the shadow of the sword, his eyes were especially dark, bottomless and no light refracted from them.

These eyebrows and eyes are more and more like the mysterious person who sent him a letter a few days ago, the one who fled in black smoke.

Tianzheng asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Xuanwei grinned: "I am Xuanwei."

Xie Ling couldn't ignore the clear sense of familiarity in his heart, he was almost sure that the person in front of him was Xuanwei, but Xuanwei's smile gave him a dangerous and sinister feeling.

As if being watched by the cold eyes of a bloodthirsty tiger and leopard.

It was Xuanwei, they were familiar with each other, and even had an incomparable tacit understanding with others, but it just wasn't right.He still remembered that when he rescued Xuanwei at the Emperor's Terrace at the beginning, that young man was stubborn and cautious, and he was wary of everyone who approached him. Even before they left just now, Xuanwei was still reserved and shy, how could he be so insidious now? Air-wrapped?

So wrong.

Xuanwei walked forward step by step: "Master, I deliberately risked my life to send you a letter telling you that those people outside have ulterior motives, not only want to get rid of you, but also..."

Xuanwei glanced at Tianzheng with a smile: "I still covet your sword."

Xie Ling looked at Xuanwei, and always felt that Xuanwei's words had a deeper meaning, as if the group of people coveting his sword was only for the superficial purpose, and the deeper purpose was hidden in Xuanwei's words.

Xie Bone cut to the chase: "Is it you who delivered the letter to me that day?"

Xuanwei laughed arrogantly, and quickly suppressed his smile nervously, but the laughter in the underground palace lasted for a long time: "Of course it's me, otherwise who else could it be?"

Xie Ling didn't expect Xuanwei to admit it so readily, he pursed his lips tightly, but Tian Zheng beside him was secretly writing in his palm.

"Look at... the mirror... child..."

Xie Beng glanced sideways at the bronze mirror in the center of the long table, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that the center of the mirror was not the figure of Xuanwei, but a wisp of black smoke.

It was too late and then too fast, Xie Bang quickly drew his sword, and the tip of the Vientiane sword drew a brilliant white rainbow in midair. Xuanwei was not afraid of danger, and his steps were not chaotic at all. Passed that deadly sword.

Xie Beng didn't believe that the stubborn young man he saved could have such supernatural abilities. He hated him so much that he gritted his teeth and said, "Black! Smoke! Demon! Who are you!"

Xie Ling couldn't forget the day when Amitian was destroyed, the black smoke demon who was helping the evil.

Xuanwei smiled fearlessly: "I've already said it, I'm Xuanwei."

The menacing coercion of Xie Beng overflowed, and the magic soldiers in the underground palace resonated and buzzed one after another. The body of the Wanxiang sword was covered with a strange bloody light, which looked breathtaking.

Xie Ling's moves were weird, his movements were elegant, and the dexterous Vientiane was blessed with majestic spiritual power, only the afterimage of the sword and Xie Ling's fast attacking movement.

Although Xuanwei had some difficulty, but he was very familiar with the way of Jie Beng, relying on this, he did not suffer much.

Xie Luo felt even colder in his heart: "You are not Xuanwei."

Yaozun has superb swordsmanship and has been rampant in Jinchuan for 9000 years. Except for Lord Shengze, Emperor Hanchen and Fairy Miaoran who have never fought against him, everyone else has suffered a disastrous defeat, including the mighty Lord Shaoqing.

At some point, the underground palace was enveloped in a cloud of black smoke, Tianzheng secretly transmitted a sound, telling Xie Beng to be careful of the black smoke demon's tricks.

Naturally, Xie Ling was also paying attention all the time, but his doubts were high and high, whether the black smoke demon had turned into a Xuanwei, or Xuanwei was a black smoke demon at all, no matter which one was the truth, it was difficult for him to accept.

The fight is still going on, Xuanwei loses, and hits several swords in a row. Although Xie Beng cares about Xuanwei's old relationship, he will not blindly put himself and Tianzheng in danger, but although Vientiane came from the hands of Emperor Hanchen , but it is not a divine weapon after all. In front of someone like Yu Xuanwei who knows his swordsmanship and weaknesses, his power is hindered to a considerable extent.

Xuanwei smiled triumphantly, he had seized the opportunity, but he didn't take any action to get rid of Jie Beng, instead, he stepped in a tricky way, interfering with Jie Beng: "Do you know what's going on outside now?"

Xie Ling pursed his lips and remained silent, and the majestic spiritual power was able to be freely retracted. In an instant, the pure and terrifying spiritual power was overwhelming, like a boundless river, spreading around Xie Ling as the center.

Regardless of whether the person in front of him is Xuanwei or not, he chose to jump out at this time to distract him, and even pretended to be watching a joke. He must be hostile to Xie Luo.

Either way, he had to die.

Vientiane hummed violently, and the spiritual power was mixed with killing intent. Xuanwei felt the bone-piercing chill, and he was sure to die.But he was still not afraid, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth: "Xie Ling, do you want to know why you failed to cross the death tribulation?"

As soon as the words fell, Jie's nail-like eyes fixed on him from afar, Tian Zheng also raised his eyelids, and looked at him indifferently.

The reaction of the two seemed to have achieved the effect Xuanwei wanted. He laughed loudly, and in a blink of an eye, he took advantage of Jie Bone's absence to withdraw himself from the danger zone.

Knowing that these two people were waiting for him to say the following, he didn't say anything.

Xuanwei raised his chin slightly: "Xie Beng, don't you want to know why you are the one who charged Penglai Pavilion and Seven Star Hall with so many crimes?

"Penglai Pavilion has been sloppy for so many years, but the prestige still exists. It is not easy to find a scapegoat... Do you know why you were chosen?"

Xie Ling Jianfeng pointed at Xuanwei: "Speak."

Xuanwei procrastinated for time, deliberately showing off: "You know... what is the difference between you and others?"