Chapter 966： Different from the usual Kubo Benwei

Two days passed in a hurry like a white horse.

The Mound of Buried Swords is still the Mound of Buried Swords.

The dead silence and desolation unique to the Burial Ground shrouded the entire Sword Buried Mound.

Even the golden twilight could not warm this desolate place.

On the contrary, at the moment before the night is about to come, it is like the last wild bloom of the light before the darkness, which is even more sad and pathetic.

The entrance to the Buried Sword Mound is a torii with towering blue columns. On both sides of the archway, the eaves of the wind duo tinkled crisply in the evening wind, and the ethereal sound of the Brahma bells reverberated gently in the afterglow of the sunset.

On the vermilion plaque in the middle of the eaves, are the words graceful like a dragon - "Mound of Buried Swords".

Under the Zhu plaque, is a black-robed figure.

Under the black robe, in Ruo Yin's hand, he was carrying a wine jug.

At this moment, the black-robed man raised his head and looked at those words with two empty holes in his eyes.

The afterglow paved the ground behind him, spreading to the bottom of tens of thousands of steps, and suddenly it looked like a warm yellow cloak covering him.

The light of the afterglow even warmed his silent and oppressive black robe.

"Mound of Buried Swords." He said softly, his voice was as quiet as never before.

"It's 100,000 years old."

On both sides of the Qingzhu are the guardians of the mounds of the floating family. They looked at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared in front of them, and the dog, soul, bear, and centipede behind him. Before they could react, the black-robed man had already stepped over.

Step a few feet, lightly advance.

In a blink of an eye, the only left-behind cenotaph stood at the door, his eyes suddenly dazed. Seems to have forgotten something.

What just happened?

As if nothing happened.

The Morizuka people also forgot what they saw.

So he turned his head and continued to stand in place, guarding this dead and desolate place.

On the other side, the black-robed man Kubo Benwei has entered the mound of buried swords.

What appeared in sight was the sword inserted beside the mound.

Piao family direct line, one person and one bone. One bone and one sword.

Those swords were tinged with halo in the evening, slightly yellowing. Each handful is like a straight golden wheat in autumn.

Kubo Benwei stopped at his feet.

Sweep away.

It's an endless field of wheat.

Cangcang is cool and hopeless.

Generations, descendants and grandchildren.

Skeleton Benwei shook the phalanx of the wine jug lightly.

Then he moved, took a few feet, and passed by lightly.

It seems that he is afraid that the sound of footsteps will disturb the dead.

Soon, he stood on the altar in the deepest part of the Buried Sword Mound.

On the altar, there was a lone skeleton.

A sword with iron marks stuck beside him.

This sword is covered with rust, like an old man who is about to die.

Shaky, yet firm-stand firm.

On the mottled sword, it seemed that the blood on the blade could still be vaguely seen.

Next to it, a stone tablet was erected with the words "Piao Yunchu, the ancestor of the Piao family."

The lower left corner is also chiseled with two lines of small characters.

The water comes, we wait in the water.

Fire comes, we wait in the ashes.

Kubo Benwei stood in front of the stone monument, quietly, his expression seemed to be caught in memory.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the tombstone, warm yellow like fire. In a trance, it reminded him of the fire 100,000 years ago.

That monstrous karmic fire that destroyed everyone.

The dog behind him looked different from the usual boss, and he didn't dare to breathe for a while. He could only follow Kuo Benwei quite honestly, looking at him curiously.

Guessing the identity of the person with the skeleton.

Under the curious eyes of the dog and other things, Kuo Benwei raised the bone palm in the black robe.

On the palm of the hand, there is a bottle of wine hanging.

Kubo Benwei picked up his fingers, and there was a clanging sound in the pot.

"This is the return of your favorite general," he said softly.

As soon as the stopper was pulled, the mellow aroma of wine wafted out.

Even the dogs behind him got excited when they smelled it.

He raised the palm of his hand holding the jug and turned it over, and the clear wine was sprinkled in front of the skeleton.

The strong and mellow aroma of the wine spreads in the air instantly.

The wind picked up in the tomb, blowing the large black robe of Gu Benwei, and the feet of the robe flew off.

Also blowing the aroma of wine.

The wind with the aroma of wine swept over the old sword, blowing the sword lightly, hitting the grave, and rolling up a little bit of sand.

It blew to the mound of buried swords that covered the mountains and plains.

Whether it was because the wind was too strong or the wine was too fragrant, the sword in the Buried Sword Mound began to tremble slightly when the wind passed.

His voice whining, resentment and admiration, like weeping and complaining.

Looking at the wine that was spilled all over the floor, the dog and the others couldn't help but be curious.

It looked at the skeleton, and then at the fine wine lying on the ground.

He had to open his mouth cautiously.

"Boss, who is this?"

Pulled back by the dog, Gu Benwei stopped.

Then continue to pour out the wine in his hand.

Then loosen the jug.

A crisp cracking sound came. The jug was broken into countless pieces and scattered in front of the monument.

It was the wine that was sent to the old man.

It is also a wine jug sent to an old friend.

The next moment, Gu Benwei raised his hand.

The scenes around the dog changed rapidly. The tombstone and the skeleton were pulled apart in an instant, and then there was a whirlwind of heaven and earth, and faint sparks appeared in front of them.

Soon, a dry heat came.

Immediately afterwards, there is a place where thousands of miles are cracked - the forbidden land of karma.

The mottled cracks and ravines are crisscrossed.

Then the extremely cold wind blew the dog's bones and shivered.

It turned out that next to the Karma Forbidden Land, there was an extremely cold river that was frozen all year round.

In the blink of an eye, the dogs followed Kuo Benwei to stand above the extremely cold river, looking down at the icy world below.

Above this glacier, there are hundreds of millions of loyal soldiers as soldiers, and millions of gods and demons as generals.