Becoming The Lord Of Sword From Today On

She saw him carefully walk over, slowly reach out his hand and slowly open it. Before the box was opened, Bing Yao only heard a light crack. A stream of blood qi shot out like lightning towards her forehead.    

Bing Yao's face changed drastically and her body suddenly twisted to avoid the blood qi. At the same time, she stomped on the ground and flew back.    

Only then did she use her eyes to look and found that the blood qi was actually a piece of ink stone that was wrapped by blood qi.    

If Bing Yao had not been on guard and reacted very quickly, perhaps she would have died here.    

At this time, he looked at the box again and found that it was empty inside.    

Bing Yao carefully checked the stone room and found nothing. Then she started to walk back.    

Since this was a dead end, she could only look at Lin Chen.    

Bing Yao walked in Lin Chen's tunnel for a long time and also saw a trace of light. However, there was no sound coming from inside, which made her worried. The ground was full of danger, could Lin Chen...    

Thinking of this, she subconsciously quickened her pace and walked into the stone room. After taking a closer look, she finally felt relieved. She saw Lin Chen standing in the stone room, looking at the stone wall in a daze.    

Bing Yao could not help but let out a long sigh of relief when she saw this. Then, she carefully observed the stone room.    

She saw that the stone room was the same as her previous stone room, it was empty. The only difference was that on the stone wall, there were densely carved stone inscription characters. At this moment, Lin Chen was frowning as he looked at the words on the wall, secretly lost in thought.    

Bing Yao walked over and looked at the stone wall that Lin Chen was staring at.    

In the next moment, even Bing Yao, who had always been calm, could not help but tremble.    

On the wall, as soon as she saw it, there were four big words written in blood!    

She died with everlasting regret!    

Looking down, he saw the densely packed words written in blood.    

Under the orders of the Demon Master, he went to the Spiritual Realm to look for the Young Master who had reincarnated. Unfortunately, my luck was bad, and I couldn't find any trace of him even after searching for several decades. And the people of the Spiritual Realm are extremely resentful towards us. My identity was exposed, and I was surrounded and attacked by the people of the Spiritual Realm. I was heavily injured and hid here, knowing that I wouldn't be able to live for long. I wrote this. I am not worthy of the True Devil bloodline since I have not found the young master. Cripple my cultivation and drain my blood.    

"It is as you said. This is the Fallen Devil Land." After Bing Yao finished reading, she turned her gaze to Lin Chen and said.    

Lin Chen did not answer. He continued to look at the stone wall in front of him.    

Seeing Lin Chen so entranced, Bing Yao was somewhat puzzled. She followed Lin Chen's gaze and looked over. A surprised expression suddenly appeared on her cold face. She saw a painting on Lin Chen's right. Because the painting was on Lin Chen's right side, it was blocked by his body. Therefore, Lin Chen did not notice it at first.    

After thousands of years of destruction, the painting had already turned yellow. However, the painting inside was still vivid and lifelike. And within the painting was a young man. Even though the picture was very blurry, one could still see that his eyes were as black as ink. It was as if just a single glance from him would cause one to fall into an endless abyss.    

However, the young man in the picture seemed to have seen it somewhere before!    

"Why is the youth in this painting somewhat similar to you?" Bing Yao looked at Lin Chen again and said with a flash of inspiration.    

Lin Chen's body trembled when he heard this. He suddenly remembered what the mysterious stone statue in the Wild Spirit Forest had said to him.    

"Do you know why Ni was reborn?"    

"Netherworld Sword Lord, Lin Chen."    

For some reason, Lin Chen suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Why was he reincarnated? Why was the person in this painting so similar to him? Could he really be the reincarnation of the young master of Devil Clan? Why was Netherworld Sword Lord and the young master of Devil Clan reincarnated in Lin Chen at the same time?    

For a moment, Lin Chen's thoughts flew far away.    

Bing Yao looked at Lin Chen and a strange light flashed across her eyes. She said, "Nothing. It was just that the outline was somewhat similar. How can you be the young master of Devil Clan? "    

Bing Yao saw Lin Chen's expression and didn't say anything. She just waited quietly.    

After a long time, Lin Chen shook his head silently. The two of them looked at each other. Bing Yao was stunned for a moment and immediately looked away. Her face turned red and she said seriously, "Let's find the way first!"    

Lin Chen did not think too much. If he thought too much, it would affect his mind.    

Therefore, the two of them split up and looked carefully in the stone room. They looked at every corner, every wall, and even every crack, but they still did not find anything.    

When they returned in disappointment and met in one place, they saw each other's depressed expressions.    

Bing Yao muttered, "There is no exit."    

Lin Chen also silently lowered his head when he heard that.    

After a long time, Lin Chen raised his head and squeezed out a smile. "I will go and look again. If that place can be entered, then there will definitely be a exit. The person who designed it must have more than one exit.    

Bing Yao looked at Lin Chen and her beautiful eyes sparkled. At this moment, the young man in front of her gave her an unprecedented sense of reliability.    

However, Bing Yao did not move. She just stood there quietly and watched Lin Chen stubbornly search back and forth.    

Once.    

Twice.    

Three times.    

Four times.    

Five times.    

Bing Yao could not remember how many times Lin Chen had walked in front of her. But every time, his expression would increase a little bit of fatigue. But he still did not give up and kept searching.    

Six times.    

Seven times.    

Eight times.