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"Open the door!"

"Open the door quickly!"

Gao Jiang waved vigorously to Brother Shanwen.

The three of them looked at the three beautiful girls outside and couldn't help but froze.

In the past, there were not many people in Poshanmen. After staying there for a long time, even the sow looked pretty, let alone such a beautiful girl.

"What are you still doing?"

"Open the door quickly!"

Under Gao Jiang's urging, they woke up and opened the door in a panic, letting in three angelic girls in white.

"Master received news from Sect Leader Li that Xiangongtang might besiege Yunyin Sect, so he sent three of us sisters to support us."

The leading Tianlian disciple smiled politely.

"The Tianlian Sect has been saved by the Yunyin Sect several times. I hope that this time, we can do our best for the Yunyin Sect."

"Thank you three girls for this and that!"

Shan Wen's mouth was clumsy, his face turned red, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"You're welcome, that's right."

The three girls covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

"What do we do now?"

Shan Wen didn't know how to arrange it, so he looked at Gao Jiang at the observation deck.

Gao Jiang pointed inside and motioned for him to take people to see the seventh elder.

"plz follow me."

Shan Wenliu and his two junior brothers continued to guard the door, and he led the Tianlian disciples to the secret pavilion.

"Why didn't the sect leader's partner come? If we were to fight, what use would these three charming girls have? Who would be willing to let them charge into the battle?"

Gao Jiang muttered and continued to be vigilant.

The three disciples of Tianlian Sect here met the Seventh Elder and were temporarily arranged to rest in the sect.

After a while.

Five more people appeared on the stone steps in front of the gate.

Wearing the Taoist robe of Xuanqing Temple.

"Disciples of Xuan Qing Guan, ordered by the Great Elder, to come to support Yunyin Sect."

Gao Jiang squinted his eyes, and after confirming that it was really Xuan Qingguan, he notified Shan Wen to release him.

Five people were also placed in the sect.

Not long after, two more monks came.

It was said that people from Yunhua Temple heard that Yunyin Sect was in trouble and came to support them.

Gao Jiang had never seen these two monks before. He asked the seventh elder before letting them in.

"The sect master is so popular. In just one sentence, so many people came to help." There were so many people in the sect all of a sudden, and Gao Jiang felt a little uneasy.

But nothing happened during the day.

It gets dark.

Night falls.

Yunyin Sect became increasingly nervous in the dusk.

The secret pavilion is located quietly deep in the sect, in complete silence.

I was walking back and forth on the floor where the red bird pattern was carved.

During the day, I had rummaged through the entire secret pavilion and found a way to enter the Sword Tomb.

The sword tomb is just below the Suzaku map.

Open the mechanism and the passage will appear.

However, the time has not come yet.

The Sword Tomb only appears at night.

Wait patiently.

When the time is up, I turn on the switch.

Rumble——

The ground spread out to both sides, revealing a deep and dark stone staircase.

I jumped right in without any hesitation.

The chill enveloped me.

After walking down the ladder for a long time, the entrance has long been lost to sight, and the surrounding black fog slowly fades.

A change occurred before his eyes.

After opening my eyes again, I found myself in a desert.

The sky is filled with yellow sand, boundless.

The wind howled.

The sand hit his body, causing slight pain.

"Is this the Bird Spirit Sword Tomb?"

I put on the hat of my sweatshirt, squinted my eyes and walked forward in the wind, when I suddenly stepped on something hard on my foot.

When he looked down, he saw a broken sword buried in the yellow sand.

I squatted down and dug away the sand.

This sword has long been rusty and has chips all over its body.

Completely unusable.

"It seems like this is it."

I took Canjian to a sand dune with a little more wind, sat down, and took out my mobile phone in the live broadcast room.

Start broadcasting.

New and old audiences eagerly flocked in.

"Welcome to the Guaitan live broadcast room. I am your anchor, Boss Li!" I squinted my eyes and said the familiar opening remarks.

"Ouch!"

"The signal for this live broadcast is not good? Why is there so much noise? Boss Li's face can't be seen clearly."

"What's the look in your eyes upstairs? It's obviously sand."

"Look behind Boss Li, is there a desert?!"

"Wow, the desert yellow sand, it feels like it will be so fun!"

"Are you sure it will be fun?"

"Boss Li, stop inking and tell me what the theme is this time?"

I smiled at the screen, and then pointed the camera at the broken sword stuck in the yellow sand.

"Everyone has seen this sword."

"There are many, many swords in this desert."

"Legend has it that this is a place where many, many divine swords are buried."

"It's called the Sword Tomb."

"Only those with powerful swords are qualified to own a sword tomb."

"Don't look at the tattered appearance of this sword now. In the past, it should have been a peerless sword that could stir up wind and rain."

"It's just that time has changed and the world has changed. Its story has long been buried in the sand of history, and no one knows it."

I'm very pleased with this introduction.

"Boss Li is getting better and better at bragging."

"Where are you now? Everyone here has not gone to heaven yet."

"Then Boss Li, why did you come to Jianzhong?"

"Yes, what horror stories can there be in the Sword Tomb?"

Every live broadcast is a new type, and of course the audience cannot guess the theme every time.

Therefore, although they complained, they were still full of curiosity in their hearts.

"Want to know the story of Sword Tomb?"

I smiled mysteriously at the screen.

Suddenly, a flurry of rewards went by.

"Thank you water friends for your support."

"Now, follow me and explore together in this mysterious desert!"

Ignoring the screams and curses from the audience, I put my phone into my jacket pocket and fixed it.

Then he stood up, opened the black umbrella, and walked towards the depths of the desert.

I don’t know which direction to go. Everywhere in this desert looks the same, endless.

The sky is filled with wind and sand.

It seems like it will never stop.

My footprints were buried in the yellow sand, like a lonely ant.

Occasionally, a broken sword can be found buried in the yellow sand.

Most of them were in tatters, and some swords still had some dark red residual blood on them, making them very desolate.

I don’t know how long I walked, but I stepped on something hard again under my feet.

I stepped on so many broken swords along the way that I didn’t even bother to look at them.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

But this time, the thing under my feet actually screamed in pain.

I quickly let go of my feet and looked down.

It turned out to be a human being, with most of his body buried in the sand.

Is there anyone in the Sword Tomb? !

I felt quite strange and quickly helped the man up.

"Sorry, the wind and sand were too strong, so I didn't see anyone here."

This man was dressed in coarse cloth and had a thin build. His head and face were wrapped in black linen to protect him from the wind and sand, leaving only a pair of dry and red eyes exposed.

"Are you okay?" I patted the sand on his body.

He took a few breaths and said in a very weak voice: "Brother, I have to thank you for this kick. If you hadn't stepped on me to wake me up, I would have been buried under the sand forever."