Carry out obscenity to the end

However, Mengdie knows that many people always have some secrets, so she didn't ask any questions, and said with a light smile: "Little brother, you don't have to be polite. I just did what I wanted to save you, and I wanted peace of mind. So my sister doesn't need any repayment from you."

Mo Yi bowed to express his thanks: "Since this is the case, I have left too many traces."

"However, Miss Meng can call me Mo Yi. The title of little brother always makes me have a very bad association." Mo Yi said a little embarrassed.

Mengdie laughed and covered her mouth lightly, but didn't say anything more.

Mo Yi noticed the indelible sadness between Mengdie's brows, and knew that the girl was worried and it was not suitable for conversation, so the conversation between the two stopped quietly. [

The Shenbing Mountain Villa is built in a huge valley. Outside the valley is guarded by a maze, and the fog does not disperse all year round. People who are not on the road, there is no way to enter this mountain village smoothly.

Valleys and the like, the scenery is particularly beautiful, with flowers circling butterflies, streams flowing lightly, trees green and sunny, a bit like a paradise.

The arrival of the Mengdie team made the valley very lively. Whether it was children playing or working adults, they all focused their attention on the team, or more precisely, the original show car. on the carriage.

She was the children's favorite sister, grown up loved by adults, and the most beautiful [Pearl] of Shenbing Villa.

"Miss, you have worked hard all the way." An old man with the appearance of an old servant greeted Mengdie who got off the carriage.

"Uncle, where is my father?" Mengdie asked.

"The owner has been studying magic weapons in the Casting Pavilion for only six months. The owner is sleepless day and night, and he doesn't think about eating and drinking. He is under too much pressure. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on. Miss, come back and go to persuade him Owner." Qiu Shu said.

Mengdie looked anxiously at Uncle Qiu, the most loyal old servant in their family, who treated her like a daughter since she was a child.

She had never seen Uncle Qiu look so anxious, which made her feel that her sacrifice might really be worth it, at least for the people she loved.

"Please don't worry, Uncle, I have successfully brought back the rare ore needed by Shenbing. I will go and tell my father the good news now. He will be very happy. Our Shenbing Villa will be back to being as happy as before. .” Mengdie comforted softly.

Standing in the valley is a tall tower with a height of nine layers, all of which are made of black meteorite mixed with black iron, which is extremely strong.

The spire is extremely high and extremely sharp.

Looking from a distance, this tall tower is not like a tower, but more like an upside-down, gigantic sword, always showing the unique sharpness of the divine sword, and the unique momentum of reaching into the sky.

On the highest bottom nine steps, hundreds of weapons of various kinds are displayed, like a huge arsenal.

The cold aura emanating from these weapons, as well as the unique and extraordinary light, all tell of their extraordinaryness.

And in the center surrounded by these weapons, there is a man with a shaggy beard and sunken eyes, who is holding a piece of jade made of a special material like a madman.

On the jade silk, a sword is painted.

Yubo is a world, and this sword is everything in this world.

The sword is ups and downs between heaven and earth, imaginably proud and powerful, it seems that it can destroy everything in the world. [

Every part of it is so perfect, whether it is the tip of the sword or the spine of the sword, it is interpreting a perfect existence that can be surpassed.

And the most mysterious thing is the divine pattern engraved on the body of this sword. This is a pattern beyond the ordinary spiritual pattern and has reached another realm.

Each divine pattern has imaginable mysterious power, and they are the concrete visualization of the laws of heaven and earth.

Shenwen is ancient, mysterious, and vast. It seems that there is no word in the world that can fully describe such an existence.

To comprehend a divine pattern requires not only chance, but also extremely powerful spiritual power.

And this sword depicts not just one divine pattern, but three different divine patterns. They are intertwined together, as if telling a kind of heavenly way.

This man desperately wanted to comprehend, wanted to understand, so he was addicted, and continued to indulge until his spirit was sluggish, and he couldn't help a mouthful of blood protruding out, and almost fainted from the qi and blood.

And his protruding blood fell on this strange jade silk, but disappeared, as if it never existed.

Mengdie walked into this armory and saw this scene just in time. She couldn't help but ran to help the crumbling man, and said tearfully, "Father, you are trying to comprehend this sword diagram forcibly again. Take a rest quickly, and do this again." Go down, and you'll collapse."

This man is none other than Meng Luo, the owner of Shenbing Villa.

He looked dejectedly at the spotless jade in his hand, lowered his hands with extreme force, and fell down on the seat.

It wasn't until he looked at the bright girl in front of him that he regained some anger.

Mengluo touched Mengdie's face affectionately, sighed softly and said, "How can you be a father if you don't know the truth that haste makes waste. Things can be turned around. Being a father is not reconciled. How can the foundation be ruined like this.”

Mengdie looked at Mengluo, who was absent-minded, and saw that his father, who was as strong as a god in his impression, had such a weak side. He couldn't help but asked in a voice: "Father, is that person really so powerful? Our Shenbing Villa only has a little Is there no hope?"

Meng Luo shook his head lightly: "The one who entrusted my father to forge this magic weapon is our mythical family that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Northern Territory, and the Nangong family who are the real kings of the crown. Their strength is as strong as our ten magic weapon villas. There is no match at all.”

Shocked, Mengdie asked puzzledly: "Since the Nangong clan is so powerful, why must our Shenbing Villa forge this divine sword? Aren't there other casting masters in the Northern Territory?"

Meng Luo suddenly revealed a kind of French-language sadness: "No more, now there are no other masters in the Northern Territory besides my father."

"Why? How could this be?" Mengdie's face was pale.

"As early as a hundred years ago, there have been robbing masters of castings. After that, our masters of castings in the Northern Territory, either disappeared for some reason, or encountered adversity, and the whole family was wiped out."

Holding the jade silk in his hand, Meng Luo said with a desolate face: "Three years ago, after the last master of casting in my Northern Territory disappeared, my father knew that they would find him sooner or later. It's just that I didn't Thinking of it, the people who came to find my father turned out to be the Nangong clan, they are too powerful."

Suddenly hearing such appalling news from Mengluo's mouth, the pure and kind Mengluo couldn't help covering her mouth so that she wouldn't lose her mind.