Chapter 210 Heavenly Sword Tomb

After hearing the words, all the monks who formed the alchemy looked at the fourth Niyuan stone sword they were carrying, and their expressions became strange.

Below the indestructible sword, there is an extra line of small characters:

"The number one sword repairer in Tiannan came here for a visit"

It looked as if someone had forcibly engraved a seal on it, the characters were as sharp as a sword, and there was a feeling of being on the verge of a sword, but concealed.

"What's going on... It seems that there was no such line before..."

"Could it be...the inner sect elders who came to test just now did it?"

"Impossible. Deputy Taoist Xiong once said that although his Niyuan Stone Sword has no attack power, it is indestructible and comparable to a fairy weapon!"

"Then who did this?"

"Remember, this matter is rotten in your stomach, so just pretend you didn't see it. If Deputy Taoist Xiong finds out, we'll all have to go back and forth!"

"That's natural!"

"Yes, yes, absolutely not."

"By the way, you said Tiannan... what is this place?"

"Probably some small corner corner..."

Amidst the low and low chatter, this group of monks in the alchemy stage carried the fourth Niyuan stone sword, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, and walked towards the outside of the square.

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Xiong Shan brought ten people including Elder Moxie and Han Li, and did not fly far away, but landed directly at the foot of the back mountain of Tianjian Peak, standing in the void in front of a golden mountain wall.

He flicked his sleeves, and four streaks of golden sword energy flew out of his sleeves, coiled two by two and sank into a certain place on the mountain wall in front of him.

At first, the mountain wall didn't change at all, just like those golden sword qi and mud cows entered the sea, but the next moment, the surface of that mountain wall shone with golden light, and countless dazzling golden runes jumped out from the surface of the mountain wall, flying in mid-air. After intertwining for a while, a somewhat strange pattern was formed, like the pattern of a sword array.

Where the golden light shrouded, the mountain wall gradually became translucent.

"Hehe, so this is the entrance of Brother Xiong's famous Heavenly Sword Tomb. Today is really an eye-opener." Seeing this, Elder Moxie said with a smile.

Xiong Shan's face was solemn, and he didn't respond to Elder Moxie. He kept chanting spells, fluttered his sleeves, and streaks of golden sword energy flew out of them, sinking into the formation one after another, making it more clear.

"Sky Sword Tomb..."

Han Li looked curiously at the formation diagram that appeared in front of him. Through this diagram, he seemed to be able to see a black corridor faintly emerging on the mountain wall.

However, Qi Liang beside him, including Zhufeng and the others, showed a little excitement in their eyes.

"Brother Qi, what's the matter?" Seeing this, Han Li asked via voice transmission.

"Brother Li has not joined the sect for a long time, and I don't know that the Heavenly Sword Tomb is also normal... The deputy Taoist Xiongshan is a well-known sword idiot in the sect. It is said that he has a collection of famous swords. Today, the Tianjianzhong is his hidden sword. It is a very famous place in the sect. It's just that this place is extremely mysterious, and few people have seen it in the sect...Unexpectedly, he would take us to the Heavenly Sword Tomb today, it seems that he wants to sacrifice him in it It's a magic weapon." Qi Liang said via voice transmission.

"Oh, so that's the case." Han Li nodded thoughtfully, and was also aroused with a little interest.

At this time, Xiongshan's spellcasting had reached the final stage, and the golden light on the mountain wall became brighter and brighter, gradually changing from transparent to a thick golden light curtain, on which countless prohibition runes shone.

Several muffled sounds!

Seven depressions appeared on the golden light curtain, forming a circle.

The sound of incantations in Xiongshan's mouth suddenly stopped, and with a wave of one hand, seven groups of white light flew out, but they were seven half-moon-shaped golden talisman-shaped things.

He made a little trick, and seven golden talismans flew out, inlaid in the sunken place on the light curtain, and they fit perfectly.

hum!

Numerous runes spewed out from the golden light curtain, which gradually became thinner. It took a quarter of an hour before the light curtain completely disappeared.

A black tunnel appeared, and the black hole led to nowhere, and the spiritual sense could not probe in, obviously imposing some kind of mysterious isolation restriction.

"Let's go!" Xiong Shan walked in first.

Elder Moxie stepped in without saying a word, and Han Li and the others followed closely behind.

After everyone stepped into the corridor, a burst of golden light flowed on the mountain wall, and the entrance of the corridor became a mountain wall again.

The black corridor was not short, and it took a quarter of an hour to reach the end. At the end was a huge blue stone gate with countless runes engraved on it, which looked extremely simple.

Xiong Shan waved his hand and took out a token from his waist and gently shook it towards the blue stone gate. There was a gleam of blue light on the surface of the stone gate, as if he had woken up after a long sleep.

After being distorted for a while, all the blue light gradually condensed into a more complicated pattern than the one on the mountain wall outside.

Immediately afterwards, Xiong Shan raised one hand, and amidst the whizzing sound of piercing the air, nine small blue swords shot out one by one, piercing into nine places in Shimen respectively.

The pattern on the blue stone gate flickered wildly for a while, then gradually faded away.

Squeak!

The huge stone gate slowly opened!

At this moment, an incomparably dazzling light suddenly shone from inside.

The light was so sudden that everyone outside the door, including Elder Moxie, closed their eyes subconsciously. Their bodies were enveloped by the dazzling light, and they disappeared in the corridor out of thin air.

When Han Li opened his eyes again, he felt a whistling wind coming from his ears, as if countless streams of incomparable sword intent filled the world, and at this moment they were attacking them head-on with an incomparably fierce aura. Come.

After he regained his composure for a while, he glanced around, and everywhere he looked was green and emerald green, and in front of him was a vast grassland with a radius of thousands of miles.

On the grassland, blue tombs in the shape of steamed buns protruded everywhere, and on top of each tomb, there was a flying sword inserted, and the number was as many as a thousand.

Among these densely packed tombs, there are also ten huge black stone pillars scattered around. The distance between each one is a hundred miles. The entire Tianjianzhong Grassland is faintly divided into ten regions based on this. .

And in these areas, there are three teams of monks stationed separately, each team has a Mahayana monk as the team leader, leading the other nine integrated monks, a total of 300 people.

Han Li's eyes swept across the grassland in front of him, and he had a panoramic view of the layout here. There was only a slight surprise on his face, but he was shocked in his heart.

Among these tomb flying swords, some are as slender as willow leaves and eyebrows, some are as wide as palace gates, some are so cold that they freeze the surrounding tens of feet of green grass into ice edges, and some are still burning. The flame, with a radius of hundreds of feet, is a piece of scorched earth...

Each of the swords swayed slightly, making trembling sounds, and the astonishing sword energy rushed straight to the bullfighting, cutting all the white clouds above the sky and the earth into pieces, making them unable to condense into shape.

There are also some flying swords among them, which tremble violently from time to time, making a piercing sound of rubbing, trying to pull them out from the tomb. Whenever this happens, the monks stationed nearby will pinch the magic formula with their hands , join forces to suppress it.

But there were too many flying swords on the prairie, they pressed down the gourd and picked up the gourd again. As soon as this side was suppressed, another flying sword struggled and even flew up, which seemed quite lively.

However, these monks seemed to have already gotten used to this kind of thing, and they handled it in an orderly manner, without any panic at all.

These unruly flying swords, no matter which one is taken out, are enough treasures for a monk at the integration stage or even the Mahayana stage to go bankrupt in exchange for it, and some of the higher-quality flying swords are those that have been practiced for thousands of years. The true fairyland monks will feel very greedy when they see it.

And when these flying swords gathered together and appeared before the eyes of the world, no matter how calm their minds were, they couldn't help being shocked, because this was no longer something that could be achieved simply by relying on strong financial resources.

Without exception, all the monks in the real fairyland are monks who take flying swords as their destiny, and each of them is proficient in the art of controlling swords, so when they saw this scene, the shock in their hearts came even more violently up.

Seeing this, Zhuifeng's eyes changed again and again, and he took his eyes back with difficulty, looked at Xiongshan with admiration, and praised:

"I have long heard that Daoist Xiong's Heavenly Sword Tomb is extraordinary. Now that I have seen it today, I realize that not only are the rumors not exaggerated, but they are somewhat incomplete. In the entire Candle Dragon Dao, I am afraid that no one can surpass Daoist Xiong. Yes, it's really amazing, amazing..."

What he said was somewhat flattering, but the people present didn't find it harsh, because they also thought the same in their hearts, but they didn't say it out loud.

"It's nothing. This seat has been searching around for tens of thousands of years, and I have collected it with great effort. It is really not easy to integrate the thousand and eighty flying swords needed by today's sword formation..." Xiong Shan waved He waved his hand and said, but a smug look flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Han Li couldn't care about these at all. His eyes were fixed on the northwest direction of the Tianjian Tomb Grassland.

Because in an area there, above the seventy-two bulging tombs, there is a green flying sword inserted into each of them. break free.

These seventy-two cyan flying swords were none other than the real name flying sword "Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword" that Han Li had been looking for so hard!

At this moment, these flying swords seemed to have sensed Han Li's presence, and they struggled more and more fiercely. The electric lights around them became brighter and brighter, and they were about to explode completely.

Seeing this, Han Li's pupils shrank slightly, and his thoughts changed sharply.

Of course he wanted to get his flying sword back right away, but it was impossible to just go to Xiongshan to ask for it, and to snatch the flying sword away with his own power would be a dead end.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning and flint, and almost immediately, he suppressed the thoughts in his heart and directly cut off the connection with Qingzhu Fengyunjian.

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