I’m Being Held Captive by Demons - Chapter 390

[Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth wind knife rain pavilion]

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The sword light pierced through the sky, and a woman in Tsing Yi landed in the mountains.

Here, is the turning point that changed her life.

It is also the most important blessing in her life.

At the beginning, he and his parents escaped the famine and fled with his family, but unfortunately encountered a demon in the wilderness, and all the victims of the disaster died tragically.

Only she ran fast and fled into the forest in a panic under the cover of her parents.

In the end, he escaped from the demon’s minions and accidentally stumbled into a strange cave dwelling like a fairyland on earth.

There, she received the inheritance of Xuantian Sword Sect and became a practitioner.

But since the last time she left and went to Hejian Mansion, she has not come back for several years.

The possibility that the columbarium said made her uneasy.

But now, she has to come back.

Falling in the mountains, looking away in the direction of the capital, Wan’er took a deep breath.

Clenched fist.

“Ning Zhaotou, hold on! I will definitely come to save you as soon as possible!” Wan’er

said, turned around and gritted her teeth, and walked straight to the waterfall in front of her.

Under the bright white moonlight, the waterfall hanging between the cliffs seemed to be shimmering with silver lights.

When the girl walked straight into the waterfall, the water actually passed through her body.

And she quickly disappeared into the wilderness.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw herself standing in a sea of clouds.

A small wooden arch bridge across the sea of clouds stands in front.

There is a stone tablet at the head of the bridge with four characters written on it.

[Wind Knife Rain Pavilion].

Opposite the wooden arch bridge, there is a red lacquer attic.

There are nine floors in total, and it

looks magnificent, tall and sacred, like the residence of immortals.

Wan’er stepped directly on the wooden arch bridge, crossed this strange sea of clouds from the wooden arch bridge, and entered the Fengdaoyu Pavilion directly.

Wan’er was already very familiar with the wind knife and rain pavilion on the ninth floor.

Except for the last floor, which she couldn’t go up to, she was familiar with the other eight floors as if she were at home.

In other words, this is her only home in the world.

Since childhood, she has grown up in this Wind Sabre and Rain Pavilion.

In it, there is no food, no hunger, no sleepiness, and the mind becomes very clear.

It was the special power of the Wind Sabre and Rain Pavilion that allowed her to practice successfully at a young age.

Otherwise, the young girl would have starved to death.

Now that Wan’er entered Fengdaoyu Pavilion, she went straight up the stairs and came directly to the entrance of the ninth floor.

The portal to the ninth floor has always been blocked by an invisible barrier.

Every time the invisible barrier is touched, a line of gold characters will appear on it – only Habitat can enter.

Now, she has finally reached the state of disgust, and has the qualifications to enter the ninth floor.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs, the woman in Tsing Yi took a deep breath.

He murmured, “It’s alright, it’s alright.” It

must be alright.

After she finished speaking, she slammed into the stairs in front of her.

The invisible barrier that had been there before, did not appear this time.

She easily entered the upward stairs.

This made the girl slightly excited.

Then continue upwards, climb up the spiral staircase, and finally reach the ninth floor that has never been reached.

The Fengdaoyu Pavilion is extremely vast, and each floor is extremely vast.

This ninth floor is equally grand.

But it seemed so empty.

Unlike other floors, there are various collections of books, wooden figures, sword puppets, resting rooms, and even lake views.

This ninth floor is extremely empty, and it looks more like an empty square.

The floor is covered with neatly patterned tiles, and the head can’t be seen at a glance.

Wan’er, who was standing at the entrance of the stairs, looked vigilantly at the empty ninth floor, her eyes wandered around, and finally stopped at the most central position.

There, stood a stone tablet, and on the stone tablet stood a statue.

The statue is a man with a melancholy face and messy hair. It looks like he has been hurt by love, and his eyes are full of sadness.

On his back, there is a sword, the shape is very similar to the ancient sword of Zhuxie, but it is completely different.

The text on the stone tablet records the other party’s “last words”.

[The catastrophe of heaven and earth, the world will be in chaos, and the abyss of the dead country will engulf everything]

[It is a regret in my life that I have not been able to board the hidden dragon treasure ship]

[However, in the catastrophe, there is also a glimmer of hope]

[My life is exhausted, and it is difficult to see the future .

But if someone who is destined can come here, it will prove that the Xuantian Sword Sect is not exhausted.]

[Passing down the supreme mind, and the whereabouts of the sword Jinghong.

If there is a person who is destined to recast the name of Jianzong, it will also be my journey of redemption.]

[Xuantian Jianzong Jiang Yunqiu Jue Pen]

The text on the stone tablet is extremely messy, as if someone had carved it with a sword.

Between the lines, there is murderous intent and cold sword energy.

Even if she just stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked at it, hundreds of feet away, Wan’er felt like a thorn on her back and her hair was creepy.

It was as if someone had used an extremely sharp sword against her forehead.

The fierceness of the sword of the man who left the inscription on this stone tablet is evident.

But this man’s name… Jiang Yunqiu?

Wan’er’s face was slightly surprised.

She remembered the past of the Xuantian Sword Sect that the columbarium said at the beginning.

Once the supreme genius of Xuantian Sword Sect, at the age of 18, he became a master of Taoism, and he inherited the sword Jinghong.

But because he got a mysterious ancient scroll in Qingqiu Mountain by mistake, his mind was disturbed, and he just wanted to find the hidden dragon treasure ship.

He went back to the mountain to search in the library, but couldn’t find any relevant clues. In the end, his mind went crazy, he became a demon, slaughtered Shimen, and cut off Tianmen Peak with one sword.

Since then, it has appeared and disappeared in the world, setting off a bloody storm.

In the end, he was mad and demented, and he took the sword Jinghong of Xuantian Sword Sect and threw himself into Xulingyuan, and then perished…

That Xulingyuan was quite famous. Wan’er had seen it in the topography of Shenzhou, but it was extremely Weird scary abyss.

Once it falls, even the immortals of Zifu will not be able to come back alive, and they will surely perish.

This Jiang Yunqiu didn’t die after joining Xulingyuan?

Not only did he survive, but he even survived until the Xuantian Sword Sect was destroyed.

In the end, this Fengdaoyu Pavilion was left to inherit the last spark of Xuantian Sword Sect?

Wan’er’s heart was full of surprise.

At this moment, she vaguely understood why there were no records related to Jiang Yunqiu in all the classics in Fengdaoyu Pavilion.

Probably Jiang Yunqiu deliberately erased his past before he died.

Or, is this person actually not dead?

Looking at the engraving on the stone tablet, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com and the statue of the man, Wan’er was full of vigilance.

The past events said by the urn made her dare not fully trust Jiang Yunqiu.

She slowly approached the stone tablet and walked around it.

Finally, on the back of the stone tablet, several lines of small characters were found.

[My last hope is in the capital]

[If I don’t come back alive, the Jinghong Divine Sword will be left behind in the capital]

[Anyone who sees the letter, please go to the capital as soon as possible to find Jinghong God Sword]

[Don’t trust anyone…]

[Every living person may be their disguise]

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