After a burst of darkness, everyone felt that there was a dimness in front of them.
When they fell into the water of the Yin-Yang Pool, everyone did not feel the feeling of water, but were in a mysterious situation that was difficult to explain.
And under the pool water of the sword casting pool was a flat ground, but for some reason, a strange light suddenly flashed out of the flat land.
In an instant, everyone was involved.
The dark world seemed like a cemetery.
"This is the cemetery of the Divine Soldiers?" asked Du Xinpeng.
The rogue swordsman smiled exaggeratedly, "Will I lie to you?"
"Hmph." Du Xinpeng hummed slightly, then looked around and could see countless swords standing on the scorched earth around him.
Ordinary iron is a scattered place with broken walls and ruins. When everyone walks over, they can hear the sound of breaking just now.[
When the iron turned into powder, everyone did not use their strength, but it was just the weight of their body.
Everyone walked slowly, as if they wanted how mysterious this so-called magical cemetery was.
This cemetery is not big, and it is about three hundred feet away where you can see it. In this way, it can be considered as six hundred feet in size.
However, Gu Binghan arrived, and he and others seemed to be walking towards the center of the Divine Soldier Cemetery. If this is the case, the Divine Soldier Cemetery would not be so small. Perhaps the Divine Soldier Cemetery was exhausted?
After walking for half an hour, everyone seemed to have noticed the changes around them.
Sword tombs appeared around them, and tombs were not gloomy, but a hint of sadness.
A stone statue of swords stood behind the tomb, and the sword was buried under the scorched earth. "Why are there a tomb in the sword here?" Hong Yanbin didn't understand, and was a wandering swordsman.
Now, I think the rogue swordsman really knows something, so Hong Yanbin also asked "shamedly" regardless of the preface.
"Haha--" The laughter was unique, but it had a strange smell of slapping. This is the rogue swordsman.
"Isn't a person dead a tombstone? Why is there no tombstone when a sword dies?" The wandering swordsman Hong Yanbin.
When Hong Yanbin heard this, he was a fallacy, so he didn't pay much attention to it. However, Bai Ye smiled and said, "In this way, are these buried swords psychic?"
"Well——" the rogue swordsman nodded, then mocked Hong Yanbin, "That's right, people have spirits, naturally there are tombs. Why do swords have spirits?"
However, some of them were not what everyone wanted. The purpose of everyone coming here was to find fragments of the Black Gold Divine Soldier. But until now, everyone still doesn't know what fragments of the Black Gold Divine Soldier are? What's like Zhang?
Everyone's eyes suddenly looked at the swaying swordsman, "This place is like your home, where are the fragments of the black gold divine weapon?" Lin Rong put one hand on the swaying swordsman's shoulder and said with a cold smile.
"Uh--" The swaying swordsman felt goosebumps falling all over the ground, "My house is not so sacred yet, it is surrounded by a group of dead...swords..."[
Binghen and Bai Ye all the way, they didn't know why, but they used their skills.
"So you don't know--" Lin Rong said lightly, with a hint of contempt in his tone.
The rogue swordsman asked, "Do you know?"
"Yes." Lin Rong nodded.
"Where?" the rogue swordsman continued to ask.
"Why should I tell you?" Lin Rong was strangely rogue swordsman.
"..." The wandering swordsman talked quite a bit about Lin Rong, and then everyone wandered in the dark but not gloomy tomb.
...
Soon, everyone arrived at a surprising scene. The sword tombs around them were still there, but everyone arrived in the dark void, and the sword lights and sword shadows were changing rapidly.
"By the way, Master Liang left us a gift when we left?" Du Xinpeng suddenly remembered.
"It's here for me." Gu Binghan said, then took out the secret bag and took out a note from it.
"Black gold is not a divine weapon, fragments mean illusion." A simple sentence seemed to say nothing, but it seemed to say everything, but everyone didn't understand it for a while.
"I don't know what you have to do." Du Xinpeng pointed at everyone, while Gu Binghan was thinking hard.
Bai Ye thought hard, as if he knew, but if he wanted to say it, he couldn't tell why.
And Binghen seemed to have thought of something, "The black gold divine weapon is not a divine weapon. Is it telling us that our purpose is not to find a magic weapon?"
"You can think so." Gu Binghan nodded, and he also thought of this.
"The fragments mean illusion. Do you want to tell us where the fragments of the black gold divine weapon are?" Binghen said in contemplation.
"This is possible, maybe that's the case." Gu Binghan said, and the two of them paused, and then they thought of something, "Is the so-called black gold divine weapon the essence left behind after the burial of thousands of swords in the cemetery of the Divine Soldiers?"
When everyone heard this, they felt that there was a chance. Then, Gu Binghan analyzed: "If this is the case, then there might be something we are looking for in the sword light flowing around him." Gu Binghan grabbed both hands with his hands, and a sword light passed through Gu Binghan's palm, but he could not escape.
Gu Binghan tightly pinched a light with his two fingers, which was extremely slender and as thin as a hair. With a sound of Gran, a thread of ice directly frozen the light.
Everyone looked closely and found that there was indeed a trace of black lead wire-like thing in the crystal ice.
"Fragments of the Black Gold Divine Soldier?" Binghen was also slightly stunned.
The rogue swordsman showed a hint of help from the thing in Gu Binghan's hand, "That's it."
"Are you sure?" Lin Rong raised his eyebrows and swinging swordsman.
The rogue swordsman's expression was a little weird, and he seemed a little impatient, "Just take it back or not."
"Hmm? What's wrong with him?" Bai Ye's mood fluctuated a little, not sure why.
"The black gold divine weapon is the elite of the divine weapon, and the sword light floating in the air around it is the soul of the divine weapon. If you want to be faster, then you should enter the vortex of the soldier soul." The voice of the swaying swordsman came from a distance, and he didn't know why he was a little unhappy.
Binghen's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Maybe he had guessed something, but he said, "Let's do what he said..."
...
It has been a while.
The Immortal Alliance is still extremely calm, but the immortal land must have a calm atmosphere.
Jian Guiyi and Xuanyuan Ya have already set off. As for why they need two groups, I have to ask Xian Feike.
Zhenren Jingxian once said that the Xuantian Demon-Suppressing Tower is in the Central Plains, and is closer to the Yu Emperor’s Mausoleum.
Now everyone has come to the vicinity of the Emperor Yu, but they feel that there is a lot of evil spirit left in the Emperor Yu.
"I heard that such a peerless demon, such as the Yin-Erosion Demon, was born in the Yu Emperor's Mausoleum, had been exclaimed." Ji Qingxue said with some sigh.
Ji Mingfeng's face was relatively plain, as if he was ignorant of his eyes, as if he was a sharp sword. If he was not sheathed, it would be very calm. If he was sheathed, he would have blood splattered for five steps.
Luo Qianhua and his sister responded, "There is such a magnificent tomb in such deep mountains and forests." The two of them were really shocked when they arrived at the Yuhuang Mausoleum for the first time.
However, everyone's purpose was not here, so they quickly left the Yuhuang Mausoleum.
The jungle was covered, and a squirm of mist slowly rose at this moment.
Everyone was a little lost and couldn't tell the things. "The weather for coming to Western Shu is really bad." Luo Qianhua whispered, but Chang Yin, the master of Western Shu, frowned, "It's not right."
The captain who led the team was Jian Guiyi. Now he turned around and looked at Chang Yin and asked calmly: "What's the situation?"
Chang Yin's expression was quite solemn. I stayed in Western Shu all year round and understood when Western Shu would cause heavy fog. However, there should not be fog at this time of the season.
After Chang Yin's words fell, Luo Qianxue said in surprise: "Can you judge the weather in Western Shu?"
Chang Yin nodded slightly, "**Never leave ten."
Luo Qianxue was amazed in her heart, thinking that she might not even understand the changes in the weather in her hometown?
Jian Guiyi slowly revealed a snow-white sword blade from his palm, "Warning." He whispered, and everyone had already taken out their weapons.
Ji Mingfeng had a leopard-like keen sense. I don’t know if this was born or acquired, so he said softly: “I feel the breath of someone from seven hundred steps from the sideways.”
"Don't be confused because of your true feelings." Jian Guiyi took the lead, and the people behind him moved in a tortoise shell formation, which seemed to be able to attack and retreat or defend.
Jian Guiyi ran towards what Ji Mingfeng said. Although the speed was not fast, it was not far away. So after just a few breaths, everyone could already notice a trace of movement on the dense tree canopy.
The fog around was quite strong, so everyone's vision was greatly affected.
"If the fog on the western Shu mountain rises, it will not dissipate in such a short time." Chang Yin whispered, and there was no breath flowing between his breath as he spoke.
The sword in Jian Guiyi's hand slowly spread the lush branches in front of him, and it seemed that there was a small room in front of him from the gap.
"Is there anyone in this kind of place?" There was a hint of strangeness in front of me. Everyone was extremely cautious. Although there were seven people, everyone's cultivation was of varying quality, so they dare not be too presumptuous.
However, at this time, a distant sound came, and the direction of the sound was in the small room not far away.
"Since the guest is here, why do you still hide your head and tail?" The voice sounded very old, a little hoarse, but his tone was quite plain, as if everything in the world was fading, and he was also an old man who was about to enter the coffin.
The mountain peaks are floating and white mist is shrouded in white. This is originally the residence of the hermit in the mountains, but now it has a strange atmosphere...