After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 30 The Hero is Sad

Shu Nong stood beside Yan Changan and laughed lightly, the blood on the white dress was mottled, when the formation fell, the blood splashed from Xuanwang's arm fell on her face, almost staining half of her cheeks red, she stared at the cage Xuan Wang was in a frenzy, not knowing what he was thinking.

With a thin figure and blood-stained white clothes, it should be a broken and pitiful picture, but she has a bright smile and a little bit of malice in her bright eyes like a child.

Shang Jue looked at her, as if seeing an evil ghost demanding her life.

Shu Nong glanced sideways at him, but did not react to his words.

Neither admitting nor denying, Shang Jue couldn't help but scrutinized Shu Nong from head to toe, and from foot to head again.

Sure enough, he thought, even if he wasn't completely right, it still accounted for seven or eight points.

The Trial Tower has been in the Cangyuan Sword Sect for so many years, except for those old things who occasionally come to check the formation, almost no disciples will go to the 36th floor.

The 36th floor was affected by the three of them, and the demonic energy was running around, and the evil spirit was pervasive. However, when you come to this floor, few people feel good. Even the boy next to this girl, even with her spiritual power, is still gnashing his teeth. support.

Anyone who cultivates spiritual energy will not feel comfortable in such a place.

But on the 36th floor, where almost no one came up, someone came up now, a person who had exhausted his spiritual power and obviously rushed up. There is still an old enmity with Xuanwang.

The key point is that these two came up, except for touching the beads and piercing the hearts of him and the demon king, they didn't do much more. Instead, Xuan Wang, who didn't say anything, was forced by her to look like a madman.

Just now the demon king knew that after the demon clan was wiped out, he didn't completely lose his mind, and he also knew that he couldn't use the iron cage and didn't attack the formation.

He glanced at Xuanwang, who was lying in the cage like a dead fish at the moment, and raised his hand in a vain attempt to continue attacking the formation that trapped him, and then glanced at the two watching the play, his eyes were complicated.

"... Shu Nong."

Shang Jue murmured softly, the name blurted out just now when Xuan Wang was startled and angry, Shang Jue read it twice, only now did he recall it, his voice suddenly increased by two points, "Shu Nong?!"

"Ok?"

Shu Nong turned to him in response.

Shang Jue stared at her for a moment before hesitatingly said, "Are you the Shu Nong who sacrificed the sword?"

"Of course." Shu Nong said calmly, "Is there a second Shu Nong who sacrificed his sword to death in this world?"

I don't know if there is a second Shu Nong Shangjue who sacrificed the sword to die, but Shangjue is very clear that the person who sacrificed the sword should not still live in this world.

When Xuanwang came in, he had revealed to him the reason for Chaobai's defeat.

The fairy sword has been completed, and Chaobai's failure can only be said to be reasonable.

Winner and loser, no matter how miserable Chaobai is, he, a demon king who has been imprisoned in the trial tower, can't do anything.

But Shu Nong, who sacrificed the sword, shouldn't be here.

"You shouldn't be alive." He said the same thing as Xuan Wang, thinking about the abnormality that Shu Nong had seen before compared with ordinary people, "What are you? A ghost? Or what?"

There is absolutely no way of resurrection in this world, otherwise the world would be in chaos.

He didn't know what kind of existence Shu Nong was, but what he could be sure of was that she was definitely not a living person.

Shu Nong let him look at it, grinned and said, "I am your grandfather."

Ignore Shang Jue's cursing.

Shu Nong glanced sideways at Xuan Wang, who was struggling to sit up and heal his wounds after hearing these few words. His eyes were hot, and he locked Shu Nong viciously. In exchange for her smile, she was full of doubts: "At that time I am not the only one who died, tell me, the world is so big, is there any existence similar to me?"

She chuckled twice, stretched out her hand to grab Yan Changan's wrist, and finally reminded kindly: "Next time someone comes in, don't waste your energy trying to confuse them. Anyone who can enter this tower will hate you deeply, especially the two of you." You're a monster, with blood and deep hatred in front of you, do you think they will let you go?"

After saying that, she grabbed Yan Changan's wrist, turned around, and left the trial tower.

Exterior of the Trial Tower, Hong has been waiting for them for a long time.

Yan Chang'an only felt a lightness all over his body, the aura belonging to Shu Nong enveloped him, gentle and soft, the overwhelming evil energy that suppressed him disappeared in an instant, leaving only the summer sun, dispelling the last bit of coldness on his body, because he was in the The cold body in the evil spirit finally began to warm up.

Yan Chang'an suddenly changed his environment, and when he was weak, he almost staggered. Fortunately, Shu Nong kept holding onto his wrist, aware of his gaffe, and helped him up in time.

Jing Hong had a rare expression of seriousness, and came over with a few large strides, saw the appearance of the two, and went directly to feel the pulse of Yan Chang'an and Shu Nong, one in each hand.

Shu Nong was grabbed by his wrist, and subconsciously shook his hand to break free.

Bumping into Jing Hong's questioning gaze, she smiled a little embarrassedly, let go of Yan Chang'an's hand, and casually wiped the blood from her face: "I'm fine, you should take a look at Chang'an first."

This is called Chang'an?
Jing Hong raised his eyebrows. Seeing that her expression was normal, she didn't seem to be in trouble, but she didn't worry about it any more. He felt Yan Chang'an's pulse and checked him from head to toe. Wrinkled severely.

"How many floors did you go to?"

Yan Changan glanced in Shu Nong's direction, she probably couldn't change her clothes in front of so many people, and wiped the blood on her face with the handkerchief she took from Qin Tang.

He pursed his lips: "The 35th floor."

"You are crazy!"

Jing Hong started directly, and slapped Yan Changan on the head, "I don't know how to measure."

It's no wonder that his spiritual power was exhausted from top to bottom, and he suffered from major and minor injuries all over his body, all supported by pills.

Those things on the 35th floor are the best at deceiving people. If you don’t pay attention, you will be dragged into the illusion. Although he doesn’t know if his little apprentice has experienced anything unforgettable before he brought him back to Cangyuan, but he saw it for the first time. When Yan Changan was in his prime, his ribs were all broken, which is definitely not good.

Those things are all-pervasive, grabbing a little thing can make you breed demons.

No matter how much Yan Changan longed to become stronger in the past, he wouldn't be so disrespectful.

It's just that when he asked again, Yan Chang'an was vague all the time, and kept silent when he mentioned the reason for going up to the 35th floor. He just glanced at Shu Nong over there secretly, thinking that he, the master, didn't see it.

Jing Hong was silent for a moment, and followed him to cast a vague glance at Shu Nong.

...Could it be that the hero is saddened by the beauty pass, and he went up to the 35th floor just to show off his strength in front of his sweetheart?

Shu Nong was looking down at the blood stains on the hem of the skirt, seemed a little distressed, the blood stains on his face were only a little red, Yan Changan looked at her in a daze, the girl hiding behind Qin Tang and the other disciples of Yusheng Hall all Quietly looking at her.

(End of this chapter)