The stupid sword blank gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared completely when it reached the halfway point of the mountain.
Instead, there were brand new real swords. Time seemed to have left no trace on the bodies of these real swords.
They are brand new, as if they have just been cast, with a strong force coming out of the sword body, and then gathering into a thin fairy mist.
These real swords are already worthy of ordinary monks.
But in Jian Wushuang's view, they still lack the most important thing - the wisdom of resonance.
Only when a real sword generates spiritual intelligence can it resonate with the sword holder.
But unfortunately, he did not feel any spiritual wisdom from any of these real swords.
At this time, Nan Xuan suddenly reminded, "My little friend, pay attention, I feel a strong aura fluctuation on the top of the mountain."
Jian Wushuang nodded, and he also felt the fluctuations from the top of the mountain.
There are even more real swords on the entire mountainside than there are blank swords at the foot of the mountain. A rough count must not be less than 200,000 swords.
But even among these 200,000 real swords, none of them had spiritual wisdom.
Although he was quite confused about this, Jian Wushuang still walked towards the top of the mountain.
As the first of the three levels, he didn't believe it would be so easy.
Sure enough, the next moment, the top of the mountain suddenly trembled, and then a sword curtain composed of countless real swords lifted from the sky and fell.
"Boom!"
The mountain was shaking. Nan Xuan raised his eyebrows and was ready to take action.
But Jian Wushuang took action one step ahead of him.
He took a step forward, waved his right arm suddenly, and countless rays of sword light burst out!
When the two collided, the entire sword mountain was shaken, and all the real swords within a thousand miles were shattered into powder.
And the sword curtain was also broken into pieces and scattered everywhere.
What was originally a big crisis was solved like this.
But Jian Wushuang didn't stop at all, he straightened up and went straight to the top of the mountain!
Nan Xuan followed closely and quickly followed.
When you step onto the top of the mountain, you will feel a completely different atmosphere from the foot of the mountain. The breath of the mountainside spreads out, and even the clouds turn dark red.
It was an atmosphere of eternal desolation, vast and breathless. The loneliness seemed to transcend the concept of time, and even Yanxian could not feel it.
As far as the eye can see, on the dark brown ruined mountain top, there are broken long swords, which are either stuck sideways or buried in the soil, leaving only unspeakable desolation.
Although each sword was broken into pieces, the remaining blades still showed their sharpness, and the years had not taken away an inch of their sharpness.
Here, it was as if a very brutal battle had taken place. The man holding the sword had long since disappeared, leaving only the earth soaked with divine blood.
"Here, there is only desolation." Nan Xuan murmured, then picked up a handful of soil from the ground under his feet.
The soil is blood red and seems to have been repeatedly soaked.
"This is not Sword Mountain, but Sword Tomb." After Jian Wushuang said these words, he looked at all the broken swords.
Even after countless years, even if the sword body is broken, these long swords still possess spiritual intelligence.
Jian Wushuang could even faintly feel the resonance.
At this time, an old voice that came from nowhere sounded.
"That's right. This is indeed the Sword Tomb, and it is my final destination."
As soon as this voice sounded, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan became vigilant at the same time, and even their Yanli was released at the same time.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, I just want to talk to you."
As the sound fell, all the broken long swords made a soft cry.
Immediately afterwards, a figure in black robe appeared from the top of the mountain, and then slowly walked down.
With every step he took, all the broken swords were beating and catering, as if he was seeing an old friend he hadn't seen again for a long time.
Jian Wushuang's heart was already high. He could clearly feel the terrifying figure of this black-robed figure, which was the aura from eternity.
"I have been asleep for a long time and haven't spoken for a long time."
In just a few breaths, the black-robed figure arrived in front of Jian Wushuang, then stretched out his skinny palm and pulled down the hood that covered his face.
The hood was pulled down, revealing a face that was old but very resolute, like a sword, breathtaking.
Jian Wushuang did not speak. Looking at the old man's face in front of him, he actually felt familiar.
And Nan Xuan was speechless. Although he was already a Dayan Immortal, the aura exuded by the old man in front of him easily crushed him.
Therefore, none of them dared to act rashly.
Looking at their cautious faces, the old man in black robe smiled warmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm just a broken sword spirit and I won't have any ill intentions towards you."
"Sword, spirit?"
Jian Wushuang's heart trembled, and he looked in disbelief at the old man in black robes who claimed to be the Sword Spirit.
Only when a real sword has spirit can it lead to a deeper path.
When she saw the old man in black robes, Jian Wushuang had already guessed his identity, but the only thing he didn't expect was that of Sword Spirit.
How terrifying is a sword spirit that can grow to such an extent?
This existence is simply unimaginable, even far more incredible than the Sword Immortal.
Use the weapon to create a soul, use the soul to transform into a spirit, and finally become a sword spirit, and continue to improve to the limit, reaching the ultimate peak.
And now this old man is the pinnacle of sword spirits.
At this time, the old man in black robe chuckled again, "I forgot to mention that before I fell asleep, I was already a peak Dayan Immortal."
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The peak Dayan Immortal, who is above the ninth rank, is the existence closest to the emperor's understanding. Even in that ancient era, the peak Dayan Immortal was extremely rare.
And this black-robed old man is not only a sword spirit, but also a peak Dayan Immortal?!
This was completely beyond Jian Wushuang's imagination.
A sword spirit has reached the pinnacle of Dayan Immortal, so what level of existence should its master be?
Nan Xuan was completely speechless. During the time he was with Jian Wushuang, what happened, the Yanxian he saw, and even the existence of the legendary Dayanxian were far beyond imagination.
The realm that he was originally proud of seems to have become a little bit worth mentioning...
Jian Wushuang swallowed his throat. He would never have thought that there would be such a terrifying existence in this three-inch mountain.
The old man in black robe didn't care about the shock in his eyes at all, and continued, "My little friend, the stars are passing by, and the years are passing by. I would like to ask, where does this place where I sleep belong?"
Although he was shocked, Jian Wushuang still experienced countless battles, and quickly calmed down and said, "Belongs to the Great Si Domain."
"Dasiyu? Very good, very good," the old man in black robe showed a very satisfied look, "Then let me ask again, who is the emperor of this Dasiyu?"
"The emperor in the Great Si Domain... is Zhen Wuyang."
Having said this, Jian Wushuang's eyes already had some clarity.