Ling Tian and Xiao Qing walked with swords in hand.
The space inside the mausoleum is large, with many tomb passages, and there are also many undead souls entrenched in it.
These undead souls are all the victims of the former Sword Master Quasi-Emperor.
Here they turned into undead and practiced for countless thousands of years.
They practice by absorbing the essence of heaven, earth and stars in the starry sky. Although the speed is very slow, the most important thing is time.
Therefore, the combat power of each of these nearly endless undead is enough to rival ordinary quasi-emperors.
Ling Tian and Xiao Qing moved forward and backward, slashing with the Yunxing Sword. These undead souls could not stop Ling Tian even a step.
Half an hour later.
Ling Tian smashed a huge door made of gold steel in front of him with one sword, and stepped into the main chamber of the mausoleum.
Only then did Ling Tian see the so-called divine sword cultivator.
The tombs of the gods are different from those of the human race.
They are not buried in coffins, but they replicate everything they had during their lifetime.
At this time, the main tomb chamber looked like a temple.
On both sides, there are standing swordsmen of the God Clan, and in the middle, there is a straight Shinto.
At the end of the Shinto is an extremely sacred throne.
And on the throne, there is a quasi-emperor of the gods sitting in the form of an undead.
His whole body was surging with greenish-gold undead light, but in his hand was a dazzling golden sword.
This golden sword is a genuine weapon.
Moreover, the casting techniques are high and the materials are of extremely high quality, which are rare in the world.
It's not much different from the quality of an imperial weapon.
However, what shocked Ling Tian the most was that he could still feel the sword soul in this golden sword to this day.
This is definitely a sword soul that has been cultivated for tens of thousands of years.
The power of its sword soul is even more terrifying than that of the divine sword cultivator in undead form.
"Haha, that sword intention from a day ago was indeed you!"
On the throne, the undead sword cultivator stood up with a giant sword.
He looked at Ling Tian with a stern gaze, but his eyes finally fell on the Yunxing Sword in Ling Tian's hand.
"Yes, yes, it's a sword made of Yunxing divine iron. No, the hilt of this sword is different. It seems to be...a divine sword?"
"This kind of sword-making technique belongs to our God Clan. Now it must have been lost in this world. How did you refine it?"
A trace of surprise flashed across the sword cultivator's face.
"Haha, it seems that I don't need to explain this to you, you are just an undead!"
The blade of the sword in Ling Tian's hand was lowered.
The voice is cold.
"Hahahaha, an undead!? What!? You, a mere ninth-level human descendant of the Immortal Lord, dare to mock our undead?"
"Let me tell you, during my lifetime, I was a famous swordsman among the gods. My name is Gongsun Canlan!"
"Today, if you break into my tomb, you will definitely die!"
"The sword in your hand is very good, you should use it for me!"
The sword cultivator laughed ferociously, suddenly raised the golden giant sword in his hand, and slashed it down!
Buzz!
In an instant, the sword spirit inside burst out, turning into a colorful golden tiger, hiding in the sword's edge, and struck down with a single sword strike.
This divine sword cultivator is a heavy swordsman. When the sword comes out, it is powerful and heavy, like a tiger pressing down on the top of Mount Tai.
"Excalibur Thunder, cut!"
Naturally, Ling Tian didn't know how to stand up. The Yunxing Sword in his hand bloomed with thousands of starlights. He raised his hand and slashed it with one sword.
It is still the Zhanzi style of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder.
But Ling Tian had been practicing this sword for who knows how many years.
clang!
There was an explosion.,
With two sword rays, the hall collapsed.
The entire hall visible to the naked eye began to collapse.
The tomb of a mere mountain god cannot bear the pitfalls faced by powerful men of this level.
Kick!
But Ling Tian took two steps back under this sword.
This undead sword cultivator really has extraordinary combat power. Not only is he extremely powerful, but the golden sword in his hand and the swordsmanship he performs are also top-notch, not inferior to Ling Tian's current Yunxing Sword and Divine Sword Yu Lei.
In fact, the current level of Divine Sword Yu Lei is no longer as good as that of the opponent.
However, the divine sword cultivator also retreated continuously under this sword.
The throne behind him was shattered.
The giant sword in his hand kept buzzing, and the arm holding the giant sword was vibrating with the light of the undead.
He is the body of the undead, and his physical body is not overbearing.
That's why he retreated one after another under this sword.
In this way, after one move, the sword cultivator was at a disadvantage.
"hateful!"
The divine sword cultivator finally realized how ferocious Ling Tian was. Such a being was definitely not an ordinary genius.
"Which fairy world are you from!?"
Ling Tian raised his sword and stepped forward, "Hehehe, it doesn't hurt to tell you this. I come from the Haotian Realm!"
"Haotian Realm!? No, this Divine Sword Controlling Thunder is supposed to be an untold secret of the ancient world. How could it fall into your hands?"
"Wait a minute, Haotian Realm!? Could it be that who are you a descendant of?"
The divine sword cultivator seemed to have remembered something terrible, and his face changed drastically.
"I remembered that the hilt of this sword belonged to that guy once."
"It has been more than ten thousand years, and this sword has come to the God's Tomb again!"
"Who are you talking about! Tell me, and I will let you die more happily." Ling Tian raised the Yunxing Sword and pointed it directly at the undead.
It seems that this guy knows the owner of the Star Sword.
Ling Tian knew that he and the owner of this sword were inextricably linked.
But all the guides, including Liu Yao and others, refused to say anything.
He had to figure out this secret by himself.
"Don't you even know it yourself!?"
However, the sword cultivator was startled and then sneered: "Of course I don't need to tell you."
"It doesn't matter. Since you are his descendant, you will naturally get that guy's inheritance. God helps me, Gongsun Canlan. After more than ten thousand years, I finally have hope and can walk out of this tomb of the gods!"
"Hahaha!"
The sword cultivator suddenly laughed like crazy, and then looked at Ling Tian with piercing eyes, "Swordsmen, it's time for you to be used. Come together and kill him for me!"
As soon as his voice fell, the sword attendant who was standing in the hall suddenly opened his eyes, and a heavenly aura surged from his body, comparable to that of an ordinary quasi-emperor, and he swung his sword to kill Ling Tian.
The combat power of these swordsmen is much stronger than the undead in the tomb passage before, and there are many of these swordsmen in the main hall.
With such strong combat power attacking together, even Ling Tian would not be easy to deal with.
"Hmph, a bunch of dirty things should all turn into dust!"
Xiao Qing had been standing behind Ling Tian, looking at the besieging swordsmen, and suddenly became furious, and without fear of death, he turned into a green light and charged into the swordsmen.
For a moment, the sounds of broken sword blades could be heard one after another.
The sword attendant was blocked by Xiao Qing. Ling Tian's sword flashed and went straight for the God Clan sword cultivator.
"Why don't you say it yet!?"
There was a click, the sword blades met, Ling Tian raised the sword and stepped forward, the sword cultivator was knocked back again.
"Hmph, don't be so arrogant, you can't defeat me in my tomb!"
The divine sword cultivator smiled ferociously. Although Ling Tian was powerful, he could not kill him in a short period of time.
But there are so many swordsmen in the palace. Once the demon clan is destroyed, Ling Tian will still die.
"Brother, I'm here!"
At this moment, a large palm formed from awe-inspiring righteousness fell into the hall, knocking over a dozen sword attendants. Tian Xiao unfolded his white jade fan and appeared behind Xiao Qing.
"Watch out!"
However, before Xiao Xiao could show off his skills that day, dozens of swordsmen raised their giant swords and were about to slash him down.
"Damn, why are there so many!"
Tian Xiao was also dumbfounded.
There are not even one thousand swordsmen in this palace, but eight hundred!
"Bang bang bang!"
Just as Tian Xiao was about to be swallowed up, a burst of purple arrows burst out from the tomb passage, killing all the swordsmen around Tian Xiao and Xiao Qing.
Concubine Yu Zi, her body shrouded in imperial flames, holding a long bow, also appeared in front of the main hall.