In order to avoid panic, the news of the accident to the disciples in Wushuang City did not spread, and only a group of Tianzong disciples knew about it.
The place where the accident occurred was less than a thousand miles away. Several elders of the Tianzong held a brief discussion in front of the Sword Tomb and quickly made a decision: the younger disciples will not pick swords, Master Mitiantai Shenguang will stay here to take charge, and the seniors of the other sects will
People rushed to the place where the accident occurred to check.
Qiqiao also wanted to go with Chong Xiao and others. Before leaving, he pushed his junior sister Fengqiao towards Su Jing: "You help take care of her while she is collecting swords. If she gets a good sword, I will treat you to dinner!"
The escaping light flashed as fast as a shooting star and disappeared. Most of the Tianzong masters suddenly left. Many cultivators in front of the Sword Tomb did not know what had happened, and they could not help but whisper for a while.
Su Jing couldn't care about the affairs of Wushuang City, so he didn't think too much. He took the three corpses and walked away for a few steps, distributed the life cards sent by the third grandpa, and then asked Fan Qiao: "Have you ever picked a sword?" Fan
Qiao nodded. He had picked up the flying sword from the Sword Tomb long before Su Jing returned to the mountain. But later, when his cultivation was gone, Feijian abandoned him and returned to the Sword Tomb. A monk can only get one sword from the Sword Tomb in his life.
He has no chance.
However, the flying sword in Fan Qiao's hand now was given by Elder Gongye, and its quality is better than the previous one.
Not every sword hidden in the sword tomb is of amazing quality. Most of them can only be used by cultivators up to the seventh level, and beyond that, the swords are no longer suitable for cultivators. But if you enter them, you will have the opportunity to pick up rare divine swords. This is
The biggest charm of Jianzhong.
Su Jing still handed him a life tablet: "Just go in and take a look. It's boring to wait outside alone." After saying that, Su Jing thought about it and handed his painting to Fan Qiao: "No.
Many people know that you are a disciple of Lishan, so it would be better if you change your appearance."
Su Jing had only used this painting in Baoli Prefecture, and knew very few repairmen.
Before dawn, as the masters of each sect stationed here who were responsible for maintaining the sword tomb sang in harmony, all the seniors who saw them off and their fellow sects stepped back, and the sword-picking disciples walked towards the mountain pass holding the sect's life tablet in their hands. Su Jing took the three corpses and Fan
Qiao, accompanied by a childish and charming girl Fengqiao, also moved forward with the crowd.
There are countless sects on the spiritual path. Unless there are special circumstances, no one wants to miss the opportunity to pick a sword. Su Jing looked around and saw that there were thousands of people entering the sword tomb with him. These people had different cultivation levels, both men and women.
, but it is certain that they are without exception the leaders among the juniors in the sect.
After everyone gathered to pick swords, a tomb guard came to the front of the team: "Everyone knows the rules of picking swords. You must check your qualifications before entering the tomb. Don't be offended." He waved his sleeves and more than a hundred swords were revealed.
The red-headed crows were released. These spirits had been trained for a long time. They flew into the queue with croaking sounds to check the fortune cards of the sword pickers.
"Luohu Taoist Sect? There is no such sect in the world. Forged sect registration, but!"
"Why did the Sanding Sect send two people to the Sword Tomb? Can you get away with it when you two are far away? Neither of them can do it!"
"Red Silk Mountain? Do you think I don't know? The inheritance of Red Silk Mountain was cut off seventy years ago. You can't get in even if you pick up their sign, but!"
"Grandpa? Oh, it's really grandpa! The red-headed crow pays homage to grandpa!" A crow came to Su Jing and suddenly noticed the authentic Golden Crow aura in his body.
There was no problem with the identity of the three grandpas sent by him. The three corpses and Fan Qiao passed the customs smoothly. In a short time, the red-headed crow checked every sword-picking disciple. After waiting for a while, the dawn was shining, and the person guarding the tomb shouted loudly.
road:
"You must remember that there are no private fights in the Sword Tomb, otherwise you will be punished with serious crimes regardless of your sect's origin."
"You should remember that the period for collecting swords is only ten days. On the eleventh day, the golden haze will settle in the sky, and no one in it will survive."
"If you abide by these two rules, there will be no problems. Please come in now!"
After saying this, the chanting of curses sounded, the mountain sealing ban was lifted, and the people guarding the tomb also moved out of the way.
Su Jing followed the team and was about to enter the sword tomb when he suddenly felt the sword soul in his body move slightly, and then thousands of swords roared together in the sword tomb again, with a sharp sound reaching the sky!
Many young monks who were waiting to enter were stunned at the same time. The roar of the sword tomb was not strange, but don't forget that just when Su Jing and others arrived, a sharp roar erupted from the sword tomb. How long had it just passed? Half a day
The sword roared into the sky twice in a row, which was completely abnormal.
Master Shenguang, who was sitting here, frowned slightly, and first said in a loud voice: "Comrades, please enter the sword tomb slowly." Then he said to the masters protecting the tomb: "Please take a moment to speak to the deacons on duty."
The old monk summoned the masters protecting the tomb just to discuss one thing: he wanted to enter the sword tomb together with these sword picking disciples.
Something happened to the disciples in Wushuang City thousands of miles away; the sword tombs roared one after another; and more importantly, Master Shenguang had cultivated a rock-like state of mind for more than a thousand years of practice, but now he felt uneasy and inexplicable. The old monk always
I think something is going to happen.
In the past fifty years or so, fifty-six out of ten junior elites on the spiritual path have gathered here, preparing to enter the Sword Tomb. If something happens to them, it may not matter now, but for the future, the loss will be incalculable. Master Shenguang
Not daring to be negligent, he temporarily changed his mind and changed from sitting outside to accompanying his disciples in.
The disciples who protect the tomb are composed of experts sent by the major sects. Among them are a deacon from Lishan and four inner disciples. They are all in the same spirit and have no objection to the requirements of the monk Shenguang. The old monk clasped his hands.
After saying thanks, the monk put on his clothes and entered the sword tomb first.
As soon as the divine light entered the sword tomb, the figure disappeared. He came in to protect the juniors, and would not interfere with or help them collect swords. He would hide from a high place and have a bird's eye view of the entire scene.
The sword collectors followed closely behind, and as soon as they crossed the mountain pass, many young monks with relatively low cultivation levels exclaimed, "Ouch!" and hurriedly raised their hands to cover their eyes. Although those with advanced cultivation levels did not lose their composure, they also
I couldn't help but squint my eyes because of the piercing pain, it was really piercing, it really hurt.
That rugged stone cliff really seemed to fly straight over and thrust itself into everyone's sight. The indescribable sharpness pierced from the eyes straight into the heart!
Three hundred miles, there are huge bare rocks, and the cliffs are continuous but abrupt. Countless long swords are inserted all over the place. I don’t know whether it is due to the influence of thousands of years of sword intent, or the natural situation of the sword tomb. Every rock here, every rock here, is like this.
Every cliff is full of sword power! It has nothing to do with the shape of the mountain, it is the charm of the mountain, the charm of the sword tomb - the charm left over from the endless years of the Jiangshan Sword Domain that guarded the Middle Earth in ancient times.
It didn't take long for many young cultivators to adapt to the momentum of the sword tomb, and opened their eyes again to look around. However, Su Jing was still in a daze, with a dull expression and empty eyes, staring blankly ahead and filled with shock!
It's not because of the momentum of the sword tomb, but because when he came to the mountain, the sword soul in his body moved again: this time it didn't explode and hurt people, it didn't cause the sword tomb to resonate, it just emitted a ray of brilliance, all the way up along the meridians, from the abdomen
Like the chest, from the chest to the neck, from the neck to the skull, it finally flashed across Su Jing's eyes. At this moment, everything in front of Su Jing's eyes suddenly changed. There were no mountains or swords in his eyes, only corpses!
Thousands of skinny people in white, all of different ages, sitting cross-legged, spreading from in front of him to three hundred miles of stone cliffs. Their skin was dull, their eyes were closed, and their bodies were stiff.
I don't know how many years he has been dead.
The divine light emitted by the sword soul washed Su Jing's eyes. With just one glance, he saw countless corpses. In the blink of an eye, the divine light dissipated and the large corpses disappeared, and everything returned to its original state: countless flying swords stuck diagonally on the stone cliff.
It was only a glance, but the completely unexpected vision completely shocked Su Jing, leaving him in a trance.
Seeing him in a daze, Niluo Fengqiao, who was following him, asked softly: "Is it okay, Senior Su?"
Su Jing came back to his senses and shook his head, but before he could say anything, the Thirteenth Princess Zixiao Shangshang laughed harshly and said: "Fellow Daoist Su, were you captured by the mountain? Mountains will not fly up and hurt people.
, don’t worry.”
The words were sarcastic. Tianyuan Qingchan and Dachengxue Gao Yingjie all smiled when they heard this.
It is said that the cultivator picks the sword, but in fact it is the Feijian who chooses the master. Although this process is not absolute, there is a general rule: the higher the cultivator's achievements in the future, the greater the chance of being recognized as a good sword. Elder Li Shan Ren
Ren Duo is an example. His sword 'Bei Ming' is the best flying sword that has been mined in the Sword Tomb for thousands of years. Ren Duo is indeed amazing. He successfully defeated Yuanyou and transformed into three pure states, only missing one realm and one realm.
After a few tribulations, you will be able to ascend to the Immortal Class.
Therefore, this time, each sect sent disciples to the Sword Tomb, and there was also a hidden intention to compete, to see whose younger disciples could best be recognized as good swordsmen, and to see which younger disciples would achieve greater success in the future.
good.
Since there was a competition in mind, it was inevitable that several Tianzong disciples had a fighting spirit among themselves. Since Lishan had been the most popular in recent years, it was not surprising that Su Jing was regarded as a 'target' by others.
It has to be said that Su Jing was stunned as soon as he entered the sword tomb, which was inconsistent with his status as a disciple of the Tianzong, and even more inconsistent with his seniority as a junior uncle in Lishan.
No matter how stingy Su Jing was, he would not quarrel with a fat girl. He just smiled and was too lazy to say anything. At this time, Nianhua stretched out his chubby fingers and pointed to the sword closest to them: "Akame, this one
How about it?"
Akame's eyes had never been so red before. He was looking into the distance. He didn't even look at his brother's greetings and just shook his head: "Ordinary stuff!"
"You don't understand this. It's right in front of you, and everyone is looking into the mountains. It's easiest to ignore it. It's in line with the meaning of 'darkness under the lamp.' But you don't know that it is the best one.
Sword." Nianhua was full of truth. Lei Dong simply took a few short steps and ran forward: "You will know if you can pull it out or not. Look, it doesn't seem to be good. This sword is not bright at all, and the blade is not bright at all.
It’s stiff and the hilt is a bit long.”
Lei Dong pulled the sword out of the rock and commented nonsensically. He couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.
The three corpses were just looking for trouble and were coaxing themselves to play, but there was a low cry among the people picking up swords. Only when the sword is recognized can the cultivator pull it out. This is the iron law of the sword tomb. The dwarf in front of him seemed to be joking.
He found a sword that recognized him, which was a lot of luck.
Lei Dong didn't know there were such rules in the Sword Tomb. He didn't take it seriously at all. He muttered, "This sword is not very good." He stretched out his hand and inserted it back into the rock. He looked around and found another person more than ten feet away in front of him.
He picked up a sword and walked over.
"That benefactor, it's time for you. A person can only get one sword from the Sword Tomb in his lifetime," the kind-hearted young monk Guo Xian from Mitiantai reminded him. Before he finished speaking, Zixiao Shangshang said sarcastically.
Interface: "You are with fellow Taoist Su from Lishan, right? Why didn't he tell you this rule? How could you be so ignorant? You pulled out one sword in the sword tomb, but you couldn't pull out the second one!"
Not only Zixiao Shangshang said "Ah", almost everyone said "Ah", including Nieluo Fengqiao, she was right next to Su Jing, even if she exclaimed, she still couldn't erase the weakness of lack of energy, but she sounded like
Incredibly moving.
Lei Dong also pulled out the second sword, and then was startled by the exclamation. He turned back and asked everyone: "Ah what?"
No one knew how to answer him, and Lei Dong ignored them. He mumbled and commented on the sword randomly, and then gave a three-word conclusion: "Not good!" He inserted it back into the stone cliff and went to pull out the third sword.
Sword, followed by the fourth and fifth swords (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site), reward, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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