When the sword intent appeared and when the iron sword came to Chen Changsheng, the sea-like beast tide around the tomb had already reacted, either fearing or angry, and disturbed, but was suppressed by Nanke. At this time, as the soul wood in her hand shone brightly, the restriction suddenly disappeared, the thousands of monsters in the grassland could not bear it, and they rushed towards the tomb. For a moment, the earth shook, the sky and the earth were dull, and even the magnificent rain seemed to have a more bloody smell.

Only the terrifying shadow was still silent. Although it slowly fell to the ground, it did not show its divine power. Or it was precisely because of the performance of this great roc that the advanced monsters with the power of the gathering of star-level combat in the deep grassland did not go to the tomb with the beast tide. They were not resisting the summoning of the soul wood, nor resisting Nanke's will, but they were more intelligent and vaguely aware that something more serious would happen later, so they were vigilant. The seriousness here was of course for Zhou Yuan.

Countless monsters turned into black waves and rushed towards the tomb one by one. The quiet sun was not set, and the grassland had already become noisy. The water at the bottom of the wild grass was torn into pieces by the sharp beast claws, and then it was crushed by the belly of scales. The soil kept flying, and the clear water became extremely turbid, with its momentum so magnificent and terrible. As I said before, even the saints could not kill all these monsters that were rushing to the tomb, and could only avoid it. Chen Changsheng stood in the heavy rain and looked at the scene, naturally wanted to retreat, but he had no way out.

Around him, more than ten famous swords were hovering quietly in the heavy rain. These swords had seen all the vicissitudes of the world, but now they are vicissitudes, either incomplete or covered with rust. When they first appeared, they were amazing, but they were no longer as powerful as they were back then. The most important thing is that those peerless powerful men who once held these swords had long passed away

With these more than ten broken swords, they cannot withstand the attack of the beast tide. If they want to turn into a reef that has not fallen before the black ocean, they need more swords.

Chen Changsheng's eyes looked at the grasslands around the tomb through the heavy rain curtains, looking at the terrifying beast tide, wanting to find more swords. Those swords should be in the sword pool. For some reason, they did not appear like Shanhai swords, and were still waiting for his summoning, or persuasion, but where is the sword pool?

"If you are here, please come out and meet me, because I need you."

This was his intention, following the slightly trembling yellow paper umbrella handle and scattered into the umbrella surface.

He looked at the distant grassland, looking at the near grassland moaning under the wolf claws, and silently said to the sword pool in his heart: "I will take you out of this abandoned old garden, or you will sleep, but at least... it will not be in this grassland where there will never be night and cannot sleep."

The beast tide was getting closer and closer, and the sacred road in front was only a few miles away from the tomb. Standing on the edge of the stone platform, Chen Changsheng could even see the fishy red mouth of the purple electric leopard in front and the saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, and even as if he could smell the stench emitted by the saliva.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a shock.

This vibration has nothing to do with the beast tide or with the heavy rain.

This vibration comes from the depths of the sea of ​​grass and the depths of the earth. It is very subtle and looks a little weak, but it is so real.

The purple electric leopard was like a real purple lightning, breaking through the dense aquatic plants and running towards the tomb. Its bloodthirsty and violent eyes were filled with bloodthirsty breath.

Suddenly, a warning appeared in its eyes and then it cracked.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of its lips also cracked, and the falling saliva mixed into the blood, becoming bloody red.

It felt the danger, accelerated frantically, trying to get out of the vibration.

The vibration was indeed weak and felt very slow after it reached the ground.

However, the lightning-like purple leopard could not get rid of the vibration.

A slight tearing sounded in the sound of rain.

Rub

The body of Zi LED Leopard was split into more than ten blood balls, dispersing while running, but still maintaining its previous speed until it fell to the ground after dozens of feet.

The picture is extremely weird and terrifying.

In the claws that were stepped out by this purple electric leopard, the wet and soft soil kept squeezing and rolling, and a sword slowly appeared.

This is a broken sword with only half of it. The rust marks on the hilt of the sword are extremely deep. The body of half of the sword is covered with mud. It looks extremely miserable and is no different from scrap iron.

This broken sword lay quietly in the soil and grass.

The rain kept falling. As the rain washed, the soil on the sword was washed away, but it could not be washed away the rust marks. It was still dark and there was no bright sharpness. However, it was still a little lighter. The broken sword kept trembling and struggling, trying to leave the ground... like a seriously injured soldier, holding a crutch, and trying to stand up again and kill the enemy.

I don’t know how long it took, but the broken sword finally left the ground and flew crookedly towards the tomb, as if it could fall to the ground again at any time.

On the grassland, the monster whose speed is second only to the purple electric leopard is Wind Wolf. These monsters that are born from the hybridization of the snow land wolf pack and the charming wolf in Daxizhou are innately capable of being able to successfully prey on the Red Eagle. Of course, this is mainly attributed to the collective combat ability and perseverance of the Wind Wolf.

The bizarre death of the purple electric leopard in front did not slow down the speed of the wind wolf pack. As Zhou Ling's most loyal and bloodthirsty guardian, the leader of the wolf pack received the order from Soul Wood to tear all the invaders who dared to enter the tomb. And the most important thing is that the wolf pack is composed of hundreds of wind wolf. Even if some die under the broken swords, more wind wolf will always break through and then attack the enemy.

The wolves have extremely strong hunting wisdom. During the long wait before, the wolf leader had led his subordinates to quietly squeeze out other monsters and came to the Baicao Road, because the ground here is the hardest and strong, closest to the main entrance of the tomb, and is most suitable for charging.

All the sad white grass on the white grass path turned into debris, and the wolves passed by like the wind, because the speed was too fast and the number of wolves was too large, causing a harsh whistling sound. However, the next moment, the whistling sound of breaking the wind was replaced by another sound of breaking the wind, which was even more shrill, or more sharp.

It was the sound of the sword's intent breaking through the air.

The white hair above the head of the Wind Wolf leader broke in the wind.

That white hair is the most obvious feature of Feng Wolf who is different from other wolf species. It is this white hair that gives Feng Wolf the soul, allowing them to possess the speed of wind.

Now, this strand of white is broken.

The leader of the Wind Wolf let out an angry howl, but even this howl could not be fully released, and it stopped from it, as if it was cut off by a sword.

Countless cracks appeared on the White Grass Road, and the cracks were parallel to the direction of the tomb, like countless straight straight lines, blocking the wind wolf pack's charge.

As long as you cross this straight line, you will be cut open by an invisible force.

The wolf claws that were stepping on the hard ground broke.

The wolf's shoulder with the flying white grass trousers broke.

The wolf's tail was broken and the wolf's waist was broken.

The wolves composed of hundreds of wind wolves broke at the moment the cracks appeared.

It was like a big basket of stones being slumped on the ground, and a rustling sound was heard on the white grass path.

Countless wind wolf corpses were cut into pieces and kept rolling on the white grass path. Some rolled into the grass beside the path, and some were cut into pieces directly by more sword intent.

On the road to the tomb, there were broken limbs and broken bodies everywhere, and dirty blood was sprayed everywhere. The white grass path turned into a blood path, with the smell of blood that was extremely pungent.

As the smell of blood spread to the sky, the sword intent in the cracks also came up against the rain and came into the sky.

Thousands of gray vultures were flying in the high sky, quietly and charmingly. These monsters were powerful and insidious. Even Xu Yourong had to burn the last real blood of the sky phoenix before killing the group of gray vultures. They did not roar like other monsters, but quietly flew towards the tomb.

It seems that there is a sky between them and the tomb, and nothing is blocking in front of them, which is convenient for them to launch a sneak attack.

However, those sword intents also came to the sky.

The cracks in the grassland seem to tear the sky apart.

Countless tragic sounds suddenly, countless broken feathers floated down, and what fell to the grassland faster was the colorful blood.

Thousands of gray eagles fell one after another, and for a moment, they seemed even more dense than heavy rain.

Countless monsters rushing towards the tomb split into bloody pieces.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the grassland, wild grass broke into debris, soil was cut into pieces, and countless sword intents emerged from the sky.

Even the dark cloud in the high sky was cut into pieces and turned into countless pieces of shredded twelves, floating in dismay.

The heavy rain stopped like this.

The sunset at the edge of the grassland that was not like the sun finally had the chance to sprinkle the warm red light around the tomb.

There were corpses of monsters everywhere, and occasionally some monsters that were seriously injured and still kept screaming.

The tide of beasts rushing towards the tomb stopped for a moment, and he did not dare to continue moving forward, slowly rising and falling.

This is a blood-red world.

The black sea of ​​monsters has also become a gradually quieter red sea.

The tomb in the beast tide became extremely dark after being wet by rain. At this time, it looked like a black reef in the Red Sea.

No matter how fast the wind and waves are, the heavy rains will break, it will never be shaken.

Compared with this blood-red world and the black tomb, the truly shocking scene is in the grassland around the tomb.

A broken sword flew into the sky with difficulty from the grass, making a clear roar.

An old sword broke through the water, with the sound of mud falling.

An ancient sword broke out from the stone, with a dull friction sound.

Dozens of swords.

Hundreds of swords.

Thousands of swords.

Either difficult, hesitate, or joyfully breaking through the grass and reappearing between heaven and earth.

Countless swords appeared on the grassland around the tomb.

This grassland is full of water, more like wetlands or grass sieves.

For hundreds of years, countless people have been looking for the sword pool, but no one has found it, and there is not even a clue.

Because no one had ever thought that the sword pool... turned out to be so big.

The sword pool is not a mountain pool or a cold pool.

Those swords have always been in this grassland.

This infinite and extremely vast grassland is the sword pool.

No, this is not a pool, this is clearly a sea.

Sword Sea.

The grassland is quiet.

Chen Changsheng stood on the edge of the stone platform, looking at the scene in front of him, silent.

He had already vaguely guessed the truth about the sword pool before, but when he saw the scene of the birth of ten thousand swords with his own eyes, he was still shocked to the extreme.

Nanke stood on the shrine, looking at the scene with a expressionless face, not knowing what he was thinking. Ningqiu covered his mouth so that he did not exclaim, while her companion Hua Cui sat down in the rain. The old man playing the piano face was extremely pale, and the guqin in front of him was covered with blood, so he didn't dare to look behind him.

Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er withdrew their gaze and looked at each other, seeing the apology and determination in each other's eyes.

No one speaks or moves.

Even the beast tide in the grassland slowly calmed down.
To be continued...