Chapter 112 (2/2)

At this time, everyone was at the end of their tether, lost their cultivation, and went through such a difficult journey. Mo Chen's sword was silent, and the blade didn't enter the stone gate for several inches. It didn't seem to be very hard.

This makes the onlookers have a little more speculation about his skill.

At this moment, they all guess Mo Chen's identity more or less.

Usually, the eldest son of the valley master, who has been separated for many years, suddenly appears. This is definitely a thunderbolt on the ground, which can shake the whole sword burial valley.

But now people don't have time to think that much.

The next valley master or something What's the point now? The spiritual pulse of the burial sword Valley has changed, and it has become a dead land. There are only about 200 people left in such a big clan. What's the point in fighting for the leader?

The most important thing now is to live.

The key to their survival is obviously in Mo Chen.

Mo Chen did not hesitate to pull out the sword to change a position to stab in. After stabbing four swords, he pulled out the sword, panted slightly. After calming down, he pointed the sword point at another stone gate.

Wu Yunshen didn't ask him why he had to take care of both doors. He just

I don't know why. I feel heartache for this child.

How did he grow up these years? How are you doing?How hard should he be to himself at ordinary times and how hard he has learned to be today?

Wu Yunshen felt a little distressed, but also faintly proud.

He stabbed three swords on the second door.

After pulling out the sword from the stone gate, Mo Chen also put his sword into the scabbard and put out his hand on the stone gate.

The two stone gates, which looked heavy and unshakable, opened backward like an ordinary wooden door, revealing the dark secret passage after going out, and a cool breeze was blowing in the face. Different from the damp in the mountain, the cool wind is dry and fresh, with a smell of grass.

The back of the two doors looks exactly the same.

Wu Yun was stunned for a moment.

According to the anecdotes he inherited from the valley master of the last generation, there is only one way to survive behind these two doors.

He thought that as soon as the door was opened, it would be clear which way to live.

I didn't expect that the two roads looked exactly the same.

The people behind didn't know so much. As soon as they saw the door open, they burst out a burst of cheers. Fortunately, the road was finally opened and they could escape from the heaven.

After hearing Wu Yunshen's words, the joy suddenly turned into a dead silence.

The gap between sadness and joy is too big to be accepted for a while.

Only one of the two doors? If you choose the right one, you can live. If you choose the wrong one, you will die?

Are you kidding? Isn't that a trick?

Isn't this the way of escape left by the founders for future generations? All the way along the way so hard, bumpy don't say, came to the end of the hand. Is this really the ancestor's legacy? Not from their enemies? Don't you want your descendants to live well? At this time, one more person will live, and those who stay may become the kindling of the revival of the clan.