Chapter 13 Demon Sword Pond

Zhao Xiaofeng was surprised: "Traitor?"

Shangguan Wenwen sighed: "I just guessed that there is no real evidence yet." He turned around and looked into the distance. A strange expression appeared on his face: "Although the spiritual world is a brilliant place, there is a place that is unique and very evil!"

Zhao Xiaofeng asked: "Where is it?"

Shangguan Wenwen said word by word: "Demon Sword Pond!" Shangguan Wenwen suddenly had a crying expression on his face: "I have always suspected that the old master's murder was related to the Demon Sword Pond, and I have been there before, but it's a pity..." He burst into tears without finishing a word.

Zhao Xiaofeng panicked: "Grandpa Shangguan, what's wrong with you?"

Shangguan Wenwen stopped crying and sighed: "Although the Demon Sword Pond is in the Spiritual Life Realm, no one has ever entered the Spiritual Life Realm yet. The Demon Sword Pond seems to be born out of touch with the Spiritual Life Realm. So... I have the heart but lack the strength, so I can only sigh at the Pond."

Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly asked: "Can my mother enter the Demon Sword Pond?"

Shangguan Wenwen was stunned and turned to smile bitterly, "I can't say anything, because the old master had never been to the Demon Sword Pond before his lifetime. What's more, whether he can enter the Demon Sword Pond has nothing to do with martial arts cultivation."

Zhao Xiaofeng asked in confusion: "Why?"

Shangguan Wenwen said: "The Demon Sword Pond is a magical place. No matter how high your martial arts cultivation or how powerful your weapon level is, you will not play a slight role there." He was afraid that Zhao Xiaofeng would not understand, and he was still explaining: "In other words, although the old master's martial arts cultivation has reached the realm of the divine spirit, if he enters the Demon Sword Pond, he will become an ordinary person."

Zhao Xiaofeng said: "Whoever enters will become an ordinary person. No wonder no one goes in."

Shangguan Wenwen smiled: "It's not what you think of as the little master. When you enter the Demon Sword Pond, your martial arts cultivation will disappear, but once it comes out, your martial arts cultivation will be restored immediately!"

Zhao Xiaofeng frowned: "Since that's the case, why bother going in?"

Shangguan Wenwen shook his head and said, "It's not easy to talk about it! No one in the spiritual world has been able to enter!"

Zhao Xiaofeng was silent and suddenly said, "Since it is not related to personal martial arts cultivation, can I try it?"

A strange look flashed across Shangguan Wenwen's face: "Of course you can try it!" After saying this, his face immediately became solemn: "How can the little master, the daughter of a daughter, take risks easily?"

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said, "What little master, what a daughter, I am a homeless and miserable child!"

Shangguan Wenwen hurriedly said, "Young master, you can't say that. This huge spiritual life world is your home."

Zhao Xiaofeng was filled with the layers of lush wisteria, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart. He had made up his mind to go to the Demon Sword Pond to see. Maybe there was something there, which was related to the dead mother.

Demon Sword Pond.

Zhao Xiaofeng stood in front of the Demon Sword Pond, and it was Shangguan Wenwen who led the way for him.

Today, Zhao Xiaofeng was wearing a black coarse cloth trousers and a pair of black soft-mouthed cloth shoes on his feet. He liked simplicity and simplicity, and he liked black! He didn't accept the precious clothes prepared by Shangguan Wenwen for him. Although he was still a child, he also understood satisfaction.

Shangguan Wenwen kept nagging about swords on the road, saying that his favorite weapon was swords. He also guessed that there must be many swords in the Demon Sword Pond. If there were no swords inside, it would probably not be called Demon Sword Pond.

Zhao Xiaofeng said that if he could enter the Demon Sword Pool, he would definitely take out all the swords inside and respect Shangguan Wenwen.

Shangguan Wenwen was so excited that he burst into tears. He said, "It is really a blessing he has cultivated in his previous life."

The Demon Sword Pond, in name, is actually much larger than an ordinary Pond. The blue waves in front of you are rippling and stretching for dozens of miles.

Shangguan Wenwen suddenly flew and jumped down. A strange thing happened. A whirlwind suddenly blew up from the water surface, and dozens of long water columns instantly rose from the water surface. Dozens of water columns were rotating rapidly on the water surface. Shangguan Wenwen was thrown two or three feet high by the rotating water column.

Just when Zhao Xiaofeng was at a loss, Shangguan Wenwen had been thrown to the shore. Strangely, he was still dry and had no water droplets at all.

Shangguan Wenwen got up from the ground with a look of loss: "Failed again!"

Zhao Xiaofeng looked at the Demon Sword Pond in surprise. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still secretly surprised to witness the magical scene just now.

Shangguan Wenwen grabbed Zhao Xiaofeng's arm and begged: "Little master, you'd better stop trying. If there is anything wrong, what's going on!"

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Since you are here, why am I willing to give it a try?" Without waiting for Shangguan Wenwen to speak, he flew into the Demon Sword Pool. Before falling into the water, Zhao Xiaofeng opened his eyes wide and looked at it. He wanted to see how the mysterious water column was produced. Shangguan Wenwen on the shore was also ready. Once Zhao Xiaofeng was thrown ashore by the rotating water column, he would fly to catch it.

Quiet, surprisingly quiet! Even Zhao Xiaofeng did not make any sound when he fell into the water.

Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly disappeared.

In front of me, the blue waves were rippling and silent, as if nothing had happened.

Shangguan Wenwen was anxious. He shouted to the little master and jumped out of the Demon Sword Pool again. A whirlwind suddenly blew up from the calm water surface, and dozens of long water columns instantly rose from the water surface. Dozens of water columns were rotating rapidly on the water surface. Shangguan Wenwen was thrown two or three feet high by the rotating water column.

Shangguan Wenwen was thrown to the shore again. This time, he fell heavily, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

As soon as Zhao Xiaofeng jumped into the Demon Sword Pond, he felt a warm current rushing all over his body. Strangely, why is the water here warm? It was early spring in the spiritual world. The spring was chilly, and the water in the pool should have been cold. Zhao Xiaofeng had no time to think about it. He suddenly turned black in front of him, and he was wrapped in the mysterious warm current and fell into the abyss of darkness. He opened his eyes wide, but could not see anything. I don’t know how long it took, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and what appeared in front of him was a majestic scene. The towering palaces were arranged in an orderly manner, with strange stone statues arranged in a jagged manner, rockery, pavilions, trees, gardens, everything was complete, and the road made of huge stones was cleaned and spotless. There was no pool here, it was clearly the palace courtyard!

Zhao Xiaofeng was dazzled. He lived in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts since he was a child and had never seen such a landscape. He walked along the Bluestone Road aimlessly. He didn't know how many palaces, how many steps he had climbed, how many rockery he passed, how many gardens he passed, and how many stone statues he bypassed. Along the way, the spectacular and beautiful scenery made Zhao Xiaofeng overwhelmed. But what was strange was that he had walked for most of the day but did not meet anyone. What made Zhao Xiaofeng even more incredible was that this magnificent palace courtyard not only could not see one person, but there was no sound. It was quiet, surprisingly quiet and scary!

In front of him, a stream of blue smoke rose up. As soon as the blue smoke passed by, it suddenly scattered. Zhao Xiaofeng had already run over. A stone statue stood tall. Due to the age of time, the stone statue had become blurred. Zhao Xiaofeng raised his head and looked for a long time. He could vaguely see a woman's face. Behind the stone statue, there was a curling blue smoke coming out. Zhao Xiaofeng hurriedly ran over to see. A wooden sword was inserted on the bluestone slab behind the stone statue. The wooden sword was not long and the style was ugly. There was no decoration on the bare hilt. For some reason,

The wooden sword caught fire. The fire was burning from the tip of the sword. It was almost burning. Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly reached out and pulled the wooden sword from the bluestone floor. The wooden sword was broken into two pieces, and the burned part suddenly broke into powder. A gust of wind blew, and disappeared without a trace. Zhao Xiaofeng looked at the half-cut wooden sword in his hand, and suddenly had the urge to cry. He didn't know why he was like this. Is he sad for the wooden sword? Or was he regretful for the wooden sword? Even Zhao Xiaofeng himself couldn't explain it clearly.

A cold wind blew, and Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't help but shivered. He inserted half of the wooden sword on his waist and was about to leave. At this moment, something on the ground firmly attracted him. Blood, a drop of bright red blood. Zhao Xiaofeng bent down and was about to see the careful blood, another drop of blood fell to the ground! Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly raised his head, and he was shocked. The tall stone statue in front of him was dripping blood. What was going on? The bright red blood was dripping from the neck of the stone statue. Suddenly, with a loud "boom", the huge head of the stone statue fell off and fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Zhao Xiaofeng was shocked and retreated!

The stone statue that was still towering just now suddenly shaking. After shaking a few times, it fell to the ground. A good stone statue turned into a pile of rocks in a blink of an eye. Just as the stone statue fell to the ground, Zhao Xiaofeng, with sharp eyes, found a trace of afterimage and escaped from the stone statue. The afterimage was instantly clear, it turned out to be a woman in white! Before Zhao Xiaofeng could see clearly, the woman in white flew out. Zhao Xiaofeng shouted: "Who?" The woman in white didn't look back and turned around and disappeared into a palace not far away.

Zhao Xiaofeng chased after him.

The palace in front of me is no different from the surrounding palaces. On the tall gatehouse, there is a plaque hanging. There is no word on the plaque, only a sword is drawn, and a sword without any decoration. The painter seems to have insufficient skills and draws this sword very ugly. The palace door is tall and grand, with the beast-shaped door knocker color. Because it is too old, it has mottled patina on it. The door is closed, and Zhao Xiaofeng hesitates for a moment before knocking on the door. The silent courtyard can be heard far away.

The ancient and heavy door suddenly opened silently. A gust of cold wind blew towards him with a stale smell. Zhao Xiaofeng couldn't help but shivered. Outside the door, there was a bright light, but the door was so dark that it was invisible. Just when Zhao Xiaofeng was unsure of his mind and didn't know whether he should go in, a woman's voice came slowly: "Come in!" This sudden sound scared Zhao Xiaofeng. Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely penetrating. Zhao Xiaofeng felt dizzy and his eardrums were so shocked.
Chapter completed!