The Lord of Tenglong Palace smiled and said, "Ye Qiu has great potential now. Ye Hua Chenyu has a crush on his potential. In addition, the world is about to be in chaos, and most of the ancient families will prepare early."

Dongchenwei I don’t like this very much, but it’s inconvenient to say more.

Ye Qiu smiled. Didn’t he know Ye Hua Chenyu’s intention?

The Lord of Yaoxing Palace said: "As a disciple of Wujixing Palace, it is necessary to establish a good relationship with some ancient families. Let's leave the Huanyu Continent and return to Dingzhou."

Most of the various factions in Jiuzhou left, and the Flying Star 1 warship started its return journey.

Ye Qiu stood at the bow of the boat and stared at the Fantasy Feather Holy Mountain. The divine light was shining and looked hazy, but Ye Qiu saw a figure standing under a divine feather and waving at him.

That was saying goodbye, silent but with reluctance.

Yan Luoyu stood beside Ye Qiu, and she was also staring at Huanyu Holy Mountain, but she did not see this scene because Huanyu Holy Mountain was confused in her eyes.

Ye Qiu waved his hand gently, and a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the afternoon, the drizzle is misty and the cool breeze is gently caressing. The rain and dew drops in the mountains and forests, making a ticking vibration.

A blue figure shuttles through the mountains and forests, without dust on his feet, and the rain and dew automatically separate, giving way.

On the ground, the vibrating raindrops gather rapidly, forming a path paved with drizzle and extending to the distance.

This is deep in the mountains, located in the Wanshan Ridge of Qizhou, and is an ancient wilderness.

The mountains are 100,000 miles in a radius, and all kinds of ferocious birds and beasts are entrenched. Most of them have achieved success in their cultivation and have turned into monsters, with terrifying strength.

Qizhou is famous all over the world for its swordsmanship. Many sword cultivators will choose Wanshanling as a trial place to improve their actual combat experience.

But that was just the outer edge of Wanshan Ridge, and no one dared to enter the real core area easily.

Since ancient times, there have been many legends of gods and ghosts in Wanshanling. There are many rumors about sword burials here, which have attracted countless people to come for adventure. Unfortunately, most people died here.

Today, drizzle drizzled over the mountains. Some people say that it was the sky crying, and it was rare to see it once in a thousand years.

The mountains are very strange, and the plants and trees are very sparse, because it does not rain all year round, like an extinct place, with cold killings, and the sound of iron horses and golden swords echoed in the breeze.

According to historical records, if it rains all over the mountains, it means the sky is crying.

Why does God cry? No one can explain this clearly, but there are many legends.

The first statement is that there is a magic sword to be born, but the sword burial place in Wanshanling is sealed with great killing weapons, and blood will be stained with birth, so the heaven will cry, crying for those creatures who are about to suffer disaster.

The second statement is that it rains to wash the murderous aura of the sword burial place, because every once in a while, the murderous aura of the sword burial place will be strong, and only the tears of the sky can soothe this murderous aura and eliminate that kind of killing.

Rain is a taboo in the mountains. You cannot enter the mountains at this time, otherwise there will be a disaster.

In the drizzle, the blue figure was like a flowing elf, moving quickly in the mountains and forests, climbing over the mountains and coming to the depths of the mountains.

The environment there is a strange environment. A huge mountain is located in the center, surrounded by mountains distributed in circles, gradually lowering from the inside out, forming a round group of peaks, which is the place where the sword burial is.

Legend has it that a sword is buried under every mountain, but many people go to dig the mountain and dig the ground, but they find nothing, and they die there for no reason.

It was a curse, and many masters died here.

It is reported that there is an extremely powerful saint who came to steal the sword but eventually died here.

In the place where the sword burial is buried, living beings should not enter, that is an area that cannot be disturbed. Stealing swords will disturb the sword soul, so they will be cursed and eventually die here.

Today, the drizzle is misty, just like the sky is crying.

In the core area of ​​Wanshanling, near the sword burial place, figures appeared one after another, and the situation was obviously different from the past.

On weekdays, it is rare to see someone coming here for several years, but today at least hundreds of monks gather here.

The sword energy on the mountains was like a dragon, swallowing and spitting out lightning, and illusory sword bodies appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Three thousand years have passed and finally this day comes. Today, the peerless magic sword will emerge. It depends on who is the destined person."

A swordsman in his early fifties expressed his views, which aroused many discussions among sword cultivators.

"It's raining here for the first time in three thousand years, but the sword energy soars into the sky, and the murderous aura is shocking. It has already alarmed the entire Qizhou. I'm afraid that a large number of masters will come here later."

"The rules of the sword burial place are strange. Since the Saint died here, no one above the Immortal Realm dares to approach this place. He can only send masters from the Wanshou Realm to compete. Moreover, the sword soul has a spirit, and it is impossible for anyone with a destiny to get it."

"I heard that many students from Wanjian Tiangong have arrived and want to try the opportunity."

The blue figure stood under a tree, staring at the sword burial place, feeling a trace of spiritual fluctuations in my heart.

It was like some kind of voice calling her, making her lose her soul.

Suddenly, a lightning flashed past, and the rumbling thunder fell from the sky, instantly detonating the time and space. Countless sword energy soared into the sky, evolving into the sword formation in the air, strangling the ten directions.

"careful!"

Many monks exclaimed, the sword energy in the air was overwhelming and invincible, easily piercing through some monks' defenses, piercing their bodies, and letting blood fly in the air.

The drizzle was accompanied by the redness, like a blood rain falling, shattered by the sword energy and turned into blood mist, covering mid-air.

In the place where the sword burial, hundreds of peaks were dyed red, and illusory sword shadows became entities, floating above the top of the mountain. Some sword tips were facing up, some sword tips were facing down, some sword bodies roared, causing violent shocks, while others were still.

There are all kinds of strange things and everything, attracting the attention of many monks.

Among the thousands of mountains, many monks were coming quickly, with a large number of people, at least thousands of them.

Under the big tree, the green figure suddenly flew out, like a fairy leaning on the mortal, dancing lightly among the thousands of sword lights and drizzle, looking as elegant as the fairy's body and agile, beautiful.

The long hair flew and the body danced, like a sword-like spirit shuttled between the sword energy and the sword light, accompanied by special chords, as if it was trapped in a certain rhythm and rhythm.

"Who is that? How dare she trespass the sword burial place? She's desperate?"

"I look young and beautiful, but I don't seem very famous."

"I know this. She is a disciple of a small and medium-sized family in Qizhou. I heard that she was named Qingwu under the Yunzhou Xuanwu Group. She is quite famous in Qizhou and is one of the ten beauties of Qizhou."

"Qingwu, Xuanwu Group, why did you come here?"

The blue figure is Qingwu. She came back from Yunzhou to visit relatives and happened to pass through Wanshanling. She had heard of the legend here for a long time and entered Wanshanling.

At this moment, Yun Ju, a master of the sword burial place, from disciples of the Wanjian Heavenly Palace to casual cultivators of the nameless sect, there are all kinds of things.

Everyone was paying attention to the mountain covered by blood mist, where the sword energy was clouded, full of murderous intent, and could not enter at all.

But Qingwu shuttled through the blood mist, following a certain trajectory, sometimes rotating and sometimes flying, just like a sword spirit, opening a road leading to the interior.

"I have always been unable to break into this place. Is it because I lack a person who can open the way?"

Some people saw the clue and thought Qingwu was the one who pioneered the way.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. The legend of Sword Burial is mysterious and unpredictable. It's a very evil place. I heard that it needs blood sacrifices. Now... hurry..."

As he was speaking, the blood mist dissipated and roads appeared in the air. A monk rushed up immediately, trying to follow those roads into the core area of ​​the sword burial place and seize the swords suspended above the top of the mountain.

Other monks continued, fearing that others would take the lead, so thousands of masters flocked to the sky, most of them were sword cultivators at the Wanshou realm.

In the air, Qingwu's body trembled, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and it was instantly shattered by the sword energy and turned into thousands of blood.

"careful!"

A deafening scream came out, revealing anxiety and anger.

Qingwu's bloodshot turned into a death talisman, fusing the invincible sword energy in the air, killing the eight wildernesses, like a blood moon exploding in the air, tearing the sky through with a rumbling sound.

Thousands of cultivators turned into blood rain in mid-air, their souls were broken, and they were swallowed and fused by the sword energy.

A white-clothed snow-clothed figure stood in the distance, watching the scene quietly, with a bit of sharpness and conceit in her clear and charming eyes.

The breeze caresses, the snow-white dress is flying in the wind, the long hair is as silk, and the dark eyes on the beautiful face reflect a trace of sword light, which gathers into a sword in the eyes, sometimes flashing and sometimes disappearing.

Around the monks, many monks were pointing fingers and paying attention to the movement of the snow-white figures.

"Yizhou Baiyun returns, one of the most outstanding geniuses in the Wanjian Tiangong, I didn't expect her to come too."

"It's not just her, but many disciples of the Holy Sword Pavilion who are as famous as Wanjiantian Palace have also come. This time, most of the elites from all sects in Qizhou have arrived."

"It's a pity that those anxious people just now underestimated this sword burial place."

In the air, screams came one after another, some died on the spot, some were seriously injured and escaped, but no one escaped without seeing anyone.

Bai Yungui's eyes were like torches, and he scanned the area through the wave of divine thoughts, and found that more than 1,200 people died here. The lifelong cultivation and souls and thoughts of those people were all swallowed by various swords in the sword burial place, and part of the sword body completely turned from virtual to real.

Qingwu was still rotating and flying, with a soft body, slender arms, and slender legs. His every move seemed to be sacrificing swords with dance, extremely lively and mysterious.

Qingwu's expression was strange, as if she was driven by some kind of force, immersed in a special state, and her travel route was very mysterious.

Soon, the blood rain in the air dissipated, Qingwu continued to fly towards the largest mountain, and many different roads appeared in everyone's eyes.
Chapter completed!