The vast blood filled the sky and the earth, stretching endlessly, as if the entire sky was dyed red with blood. The color of the sky was even more frightening purple, like dried blood stains.

Ghosts were crying and gods were howling, the wind was howling, and the waves were surging into the sky, like mountains. It was a vast body of water as vast as the ocean, but it was not the blue of the common ocean, but the dark, gloomy blackness of death.

Looking around, you can occasionally see the undulating and exposed pale white islands. But if you look closely, you can see that those so-called islands are made of piles of white bones, rolling up and down, and it is unknown how many living creatures have been accumulated to reach such a scale.

Click! Click! Click!

On the shore of the Black Sea, a figure in gray robes was advancing against the strong wind. Under his feet, there were also numerous bones, layered on top of each other, with an unknown number.

This is the world of the dead!

roar!

The dark wind roared, the evil spirit filled the air, the screams of demonic corpses rang out, and the green soul fire burned, silently surrounding the figure heading towards the Black Sea. Even if there were magic to hide it, its living essence could not be concealed.

The undead souls who are close can still feel it.

The figure in gray robe remained indifferent, walking towards the Black Sea with firm and powerful steps, seemingly unaware of the group of undead that had surrounded him.

After a brief wait and see, the undead, who only had low intelligence, could no longer hold back their desire for the blood and souls of the living. With a roar, dozens and hundreds of demon corpses rushed towards the gray-robed figure.

Zheng~

A sword chant as clear as a phoenix sounded, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sharp edge was revealed. Then, everything became quiet, even the sound of the howling wind was much less, and the pervasive evil spirit was much lighter.

When the gray-robed man took a few steps forward, the sound of densely packed heavy objects falling to the ground was heard. At this time, all the dead soul fires around the gray-robed figure were extinguished.

The man in gray robe seemed to have done something insignificant, and even the speed of his forward movement did not change at all. Soon he reached the edge of the turbulent black sea.

But this vast ocean standing in the land of bones is not a normal body of water. The turbulent black color is not sea water at all, but endless souls of the dead.

As if smelling the breath of the living, the souls of the dead that were floating freely began to boil in an instant. They all roared silently towards the gray-robed figure, crowded and struggled, stretched out countless pale and transparent palms or claws,

We must seize this living person who dares to set foot in the land of the dead and tear him to pieces!

The number of dead souls was incalculable. When they surged, it was like a turbulent sea. The originally calm seaside suddenly set off huge waves, rolling towards the still calm figure.

Zheng~zheng~zheng~

And just when the great wave of ghosts was about to involve the gray-robed figure, there was an endless sound of swords. Behind this man, a world of swords opened, connecting this place of endless death with bones.

In an instant, countless sword lights burst out, illuminating the area, and all the roaring ghosts fell silent. The dark waves that were about to be captured instantly fell apart, and no longer had the shocking power.

The man in gray robe remained calm from beginning to end, but behind him, there were hundreds of swords floating in the air, some wide or narrow, some long or short, some plain and simple, some with sharp edges, all in various shapes and forms.

There are many styles, and no two swords are the same.

First-class vision, endless sword domain!

Walking to the beach, unfolding the vision, the sword cultivator who suppressed the dead souls of the Black Sea was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking, hesitating, but more like sensing something.

After a moment, the swordsman finally felt it. He reached out from his sleeve and took out a palm-sized boat, and then gently threw it into the sea of ​​dead souls in front of him.

The boat grew longer in the wind, and soon turned into a seemingly ordinary awning boat, just like a small boat used by ordinary fishermen for fishing, but it was floating on the Black Sea without any sign of sinking.

The gray-robed swordsman floated up and landed on the awning boat. The moment he landed on the bow of the boat, the dead souls who had rioted after feeling the breath of the living suddenly lost their senses and returned to their original manic and violent nature, and began to fight and devour each other.

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"We'll find it soon!"

At this time, the sword cultivator's originally calm eyes were filled with a hint of expectation. The black-topped boat under his feet was steady and sailed towards the center of the Black Sea.

This is one of the most dangerous places in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Even the psychic monster corpses and soul-eating evil spirits whose realms are far beyond his are impossible to defeat. They have all been suppressed by the laws left by the sages.

However, the undead souls that can still move freely among them are still a great threat, because there are too many of them. Even if he has cultivated a first-class vision, if he rushes into it without preparation in advance, he will only die.

But even though he was fully prepared, he was still under great pressure. As the awning boat carried him and gradually sailed into the depths of the Black Sea, the seawater composed of countless dead souls surged one after another, and seemed to be touching him.

Sky dome.

In comparison, the awning boat that looked like an ordinary fisherman making a living was too small, and it seemed that it would capsize at any time in this sea of ​​dead souls.

However, the awning boat did not sink under the huge waves like mountains. It contained an extremely strange power that not only prevented it from sinking into the sea of ​​dead souls, but also made it possible for the billions of countless dead souls to feel

There was not a single living person left in the boat.

"It'll be there soon!"

The gray-robed swordsman's expression remained calm, and the awning boat passed by one bone island after another. These islands stood tall in the black sea. Although the dead souls among them were turbulent and wanton, none of them set foot on the land of bones, and they were clearly distinguishable.

But the gray-robed swordsman was indifferent to these islands and had no intention of landing on them, even though there were vague buildings on many of the islands and even shocking phenomena were revealed.

"...La, well...mi..."

Ruoyouruowu's Buddhist music sounded, it was an ancient temple, but it was located on a mountain of bones. A sacred and peaceful atmosphere filled the air, and a magnificent golden light rushed out of the island, reflecting on the Black Sea, which was originally full of violent and vicious souls.

It also showed a peaceful and peaceful look.

The gray-robed sword cultivator still turned a blind eye. He knew that that ancient temple must contain extremely amazing Buddhist inheritance, but that was not his way.

Not long after the awning boat passed the island, another ancient temple appeared. It was floating on the sea of ​​​​souls, and bursts of Zen-like singing came from it, as if someone was reciting Taoist scriptures, countless numbers of people.

Ancient characters, densely packed and imprinted in the void, swallowed up immeasurable yin energy and turned into divine flowers all over the sky.

The gray-robed sword cultivator is doing it cross-legged, calm and focused, unmoved. That is still not his goal. Although it is consistent with his Tao, it is not the best for him.

"arrive!"

Finally, after who knows how long, and after passing through many inheritances laid out by the sages in this fierce place, the gray-robed swordsman finally found the opportunity that his father had always dreamed of.

They are seven connected but faintly independent mountains of bones. There is a hall on each mountain top, but its style is very consistent with the sea of ​​​​bones, because the hall is also made of bones.

Valley Splash

"Xuanyin Seven Killing Swords!"

There were waves in the eyes of the young man in gray robe. This was the first time he had arrived here. The reason why he was so purposeful was because his grandfather and his father had all come in before, but they all failed.

His grandfather, two years ago, entered the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, entered the Sea of ​​Souls, and studied the Taoist inheritance left by the sages. It was not until the end of time that he discovered that this place was extremely suitable for sword cultivation.

The old swordsman who has now become a powerful swordsman, with only one month left, visited the seven bone mountains and found that each mountain was pregnant with a bone sword.

The best thing is that these seven bone swords are related to each other, but it also increases the difficulty of obtaining them. Even his grandfather Tianzong Wizard only figured out how to obtain these seven killing swords at the last moment.

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Therefore, the old swordsman left Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with great regret and placed his hope on his son. Therefore, a few months ago, his father entered Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and respected his father's instructions to land on the island.

Then, his father inevitably failed, otherwise it would not have been his turn to come here, and the most important factor in his father's failure was that he was not talented enough in swordsmanship.

This was the reason for his father's self-summary failure. He spent all his time studying the killing sword pictures engraved on the Xuanyin Seven Killing Sword. Although he understood a sword scripture from it, he did not obtain the Seven Killing Sword.

recognition.

The young man arrived here with the hope and sustenance of two generations, just to bring back these seven killing swords to satisfy his father's regrets and obsession.

And when he came this time, he was fully prepared, and even investigated the origins of these seven killing swords.

From the few words found in the vast ancient books, we can deduce that the Xuanyin Seven Killing Sword originated from ancient times and was the sword made by Hong Yezi, a very famous swordsmith in ancient times.

And this swordsmith was also a legendary figure in ancient times. He was originally a weaponsmith and could cast any type of magic weapon.

However, he fell in love with a female sword fairy, fell in love with her, and spent the rest of his life just making swords. Influenced by the special experience of the female sword fairy, this swordsmith who changed his career halfway became a swordsmith who loved to use gods and demons.

A murderer who forged a sword from the bones of a demon god.

Of course, these have nothing to do with him. He only needs to know that these seven killing swords have been inherited from ancient times. These seven swords were broken and damaged in the human race's land expansion war, so they were raised here by the sages as a legacy for future generations.

Human opportunity.

The young man left the awning boat and landed on White Bone Island. He casually took off the gray robe he was wearing to block his breath, revealing the simpler and simpler commoner mango shoes.

This is an ascetic monk!

However, although his clothes are simple and simple, he has a tall figure, a face like a crown jade, sword-shaped eyebrows flying at an angle, eyes like bright stars, black hair like ink, and temples like a knife cut, and he has the bearing of a great Taoist scholar.

"Father, I will make up for your regrets!"

The young man stepped forward with confidence in his eyes. He could definitely do what his father couldn't do back then because his talent was stronger than his father's.

He is the sword body of Tianxin. When he was born, in the sword tomb at the mountain gate, thousands of swords were shouting, sword energy was flying in the sky, and even spiritual swords were vying to fall into their arms, vying to recognize his master!

Wisp after wisp of pure and profound sword energy emerged as he moved forward. He did not comprehend the sword scriptures engraved on the seven killing swords. He was trying to use his special physique to communicate with these seven mountains of bones.

The pregnant killing sword.

"No sword can refuse me!"

The experience since birth gave the young man such self-confidence that when he sensed his presence, the spiritual sword, which could not be obtained by ordinary swordsmen, would take the initiative to throw himself into his arms without him having to do anything.

"Yeah! Very good!"

On the White Bone Mountain, the Yin Qi flows and is silent. There is no movement in the seven White Bone Palaces standing on the White Bone Mountain. Obviously, his presence did not attract the seven killing swords.

This made the young man more satisfied, and his expression became much more serious. It was indeed the sword that left his grandfather and father with regrets and obsessions. Only such a sword can bring the pleasure of conquest.

He climbed the first White Bone Peak and saw the killing sword contained in the White Bone Palace. It was a slightly crystal-clear bone sword. The blade alone was three feet long. On the sword's spine, there were inscribed the words "Slaying Demons and Killing Gods".

The terrible scene, with just a few strokes, has a tragic and fierce momentum, and a terrible pressure permeates the air.

"The Gluttonous Bones!"

The young man's eyes lit up when he came into contact with the killing sword. He recognized the material used in the sword, and his master had a domino in his hand that originated from the ancient ferocious beast.
To be continued...