"That's true." Shen Guang nodded first, then shook his head. Buddhism emphasizes that the four elements are empty, but at the level of Shen Guang, it is no longer limited to the superficial appearance. He lowered his eyes in confusion and frowned in disappointment. He said with a wry smile: "It's very unusual, so.
Many people have come in, and nine days have passed, but no one has been recognized by Zangjian before. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the front sword tomb is autistic."
After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment and asked again with divine light: "The donor and the three magical friends were able to ignore the iron law of the sword grave and draw the sword at will. This really opened my eyes. I couldn't help but ask: Why is this happening?
"
Su Jing's own guess about this was that it was 'related to the sword soul', but he couldn't tell the monk about it. He said 'I can't figure it out' and then changed the subject: "I've heard about Buddhism for a long time.
Practicing the unique skill of 'Eight Consciousness Heart King', the five senses and the three consciousnesses can not only distinguish the subtle dust, but also see the present and the next life. All illusions can be broken." Su Jing said in a sincere tone: "I want to ask the master about this sword.
Tsukasa, what do you think?"
Shen Guang shook his head and answered bluntly: "A piece of stone, a piece of sword, nothing more. My practice is shallow and nothing can be seen at all."
Su Jing was not disappointed and asked again: "Master, do you think these swords are alive? Or have they ever been alive?"
The moment the sword spirit saw after washing his eyes, all the swords were withered. Until now, Su Jing couldn't tell whether what he saw at that time was an illusion or reality. He wanted to hear Master Shenguang's opinion.
However, his question fell into Shenguang's ears, and it was really unprovoked. The old monk was puzzled and asked: "Why did Benefactor Su come to ask this question?"
Su Jing told the truth in an extremely vague way: "There are endless hidden swords, but when you look at them, there are endless corpses."
"The donor is trying to fight with me?" Shenguang smiled, then shook his head and answered Su Jing's previous question: "A good sword has aura, but a sword is a sword. No matter how full of aura it is, it is still a weapon. It will not come back to life, life or death."
It’s just that there’s no way to start.”
Su Jing was about to ask more questions, but unexpectedly, there was a flash of green light in front of his eyes, and the 'Chengying' with red eyes behind his back suddenly unsheathed, and flew away quickly towards the distance with layers of green light.
It was not the master of the sword who prompted him, but the 'Chengying' from Qianxun's reward actually ran away on his own. Akame screamed in surprise: "What's going on?" Then he whistled and urged the coffin to chase after the 'Chengying'. Almost at the same time,
There were thousands of hidden swords in the sword tomb, and the sudden roar was completely different from the two sword cries that Su Jing had heard before.
The previous two swords roared more like a deep sigh when breathing in; but now the swords roared full of anger, it was a truly sad and angry roar!
Monk Shenguang's expression suddenly changed. He had the responsibility to protect the younger generation. He immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Disciples of all sects, listen to my order and hurry up." Before he finished speaking, Ming Ming, one of the nine great monks of Mi Tiantai and the leader of Leiyin Pavilion,
The roar of the lion in the heart suddenly became hoarse! The Hidden Sword was furious, the sword mound gained momentum, and the sword roared with life and death, killing and violence, cutting off his shouts abruptly.
There is no doubt about Master Shenguang's practice, but in this ancient ruins, he is not qualified to shout!
In the blink of an eye, the sky over the Sword Tomb suddenly darkened, and the bright morning faded away. Thick darkness shrouded all directions, and the thousands of hidden swords on the three hundred-mile stone cliff all glowed with dazzling light.
No need to try, all the cultivators in the Fourth Realm and above in the Sword Tomb can feel that the Sword Tomb is closed again. Now people from the outside can't come in, and people inside can't even think of going out. And what's even more terrible is that just looking at the stone cliff
You can understand the power of the sword. It won't be long before thousands of hidden swords here will launch a violent attack!
By then everyone will be implicated.
In an instant, Master Shenguang calmed down. He entangled the fingers of his hands, turned them over, and turned them over again, just like the movements of dolls playing with ropes. It was only then that Su Jing noticed that the fingers of the old monk's hands were slender, white and tender, enough to be ashamed.
Shame on countless beauties.
After forming the hand seal, he pressed lightly towards the center of his eyebrows, and a light flickered quietly from a hundred feet high in the sky. It was as weak as a bean, and its light was slightly yellow.
The sky at the Sword Tomb was as dark as ink. The light summoned by Master Shenguang was too small to illuminate the surroundings, so how could it brighten the sky? But it was this weak firelight that shone hazily on the dark sky.
A huge shadow was reflected: the shadow of Buddha.
Looking up from the ground, the shadow of the Buddha is faint, blurry, and cannot be clearly distinguished. It is like a lone traveler in the mountains at midnight visiting the ancient temple. In front of the mountain gate, he can see a green lantern in the hall in the distance. The Buddha is behind the lamp, hiding in the night.
Waiting intently, the magical power is gathering momentum! Master Shenguang's eyes are calm.
But the shouts of the three corpses were not pure. They were extremely angry. They came from the northwest: "Su Qiangqiang, come quickly, it's terrible!"
Su Jing immediately spread his wings and rushed away, thinking that a moment ago, the good sword on the short man's back suddenly flew away, and then the sword tomb was filled with thousands of swords. There must be a connection between the two. Master Shenguang also used the Buddha's light to walk side by side with Su Jing.
The distance of dozens of miles stopped in an instant. Su Jing went to the place and saw that the three swords of 'Yin Tianzi' were half-inserted into the stone cliff in the shape of a pin character. The sword body was stained with blood, and the sword energy and essence burst out, and they were vibrating in unison.
Howl!
The hands of the three corpses were all covered with blood. It was hard to tell whether they were anxious or grinning in pain.
The origin of the mutation: two bastards messing around
Lei Dong, holding flowers, the bad water in his stomach gushed out, and used his flying sword to pretend to be a hidden sword for fun, but they did not realize that every time they inserted their swords into the stone cliff, the nearby flying swords would emit a strange momentum.
--hostility!
What would happen if a few tigers and leopards break into the habitat of wolves?
Jiangshan Sword Domain has long since fallen, but tens of millions of years have passed, and the momentum of this peerless sect has not dissipated. There are countless hidden swords in the sword tomb that contain spiritual light. These three hundred miles of stone cliffs are their territory. How can they allow other flying swords to fall?
foot.
When the two dwarfs were just about to go to bewitch people for the fourth time, the anger of ten thousand years could no longer be contained and broke out!
If the swords of the three corpses were only ordinary items, there would be no big disaster. They would immediately retreat when the sword mound was angry. However, the three swords of 'Yin Tianzi' given by the young master's wife were also top-quality spiritual objects, and the divine swords had no wisdom.
But with aura, especially with a master like Qian Xun, I have already been infected with unruliness. Perhaps in their view, no matter where I want, I can enter and leave whenever I want, no matter whose territory it is.
?If the master doesn't say anything here, I'll leave shortly. If you bart your teeth at me, I won't leave.
Therefore, when the sword mound was angry, the "Xiao Lian" who was inserted into the stone cliff at that time was also angry. The sword's intention bloomed and did not give in. Its "good brother" immediately jumped out to help, and the sword on Akame's back was able to escape from its shell.
out.
No matter how strong 'Yin Tianzi' is, he cannot be the opponent of the entire Sword Tomb, but even if he is not the opponent, he will not back down even if he will be crushed into powder in a moment!
At this moment, the ferocity developed over the countless years since the Divine Sword was forged has been completely aroused, and the three corpses have been in contact with 'Yin Tianzi' for only a few decades, and they cannot control them at all. They can't pull them out even if they want to, and others can't.
There is no hope anymore, I am afraid that as soon as my finger touches the hilt of the sword, the sword will bite back in anger.
The battle of swords only exists in legends!
Akame arrived a moment earlier than the others. The spirit monster in charge of selfish desires has a thorough understanding of the spirituality of treasures. When he arrived, he immediately understood what was going on. He loudly greeted the two brothers: "Learn from me!" After saying this, he stretched out his hand to himself.
The 'Hanguang' sword is held not by the hilt, but by the sword body.
The sharp edge cut into the palm of the hand, and blood stained the sword's edge.
Until now, Akame has not figured out why the four of their 'relatives' can draw swords at will in the sword tomb, but no matter what the reason is, this is the sword tomb's recognition of them. At this moment, they are infecting the 'Yin Emperor' with their own blood.
Just wait and tell Jianzong Zangjian: Emperor Yin Sanjian is our friend.
Lei Dong followed suit in picking flowers, and his hands were all covered in blood.
It's a pity that Jianzhong didn't buy their favor very much, and his anger only broke out again after a while!
As soon as Su Jing arrived, Chimu immediately shouted to him: "Blood-stained Emperor Yin, hurry up!"
Wan Jian's anger has reached its peak and will explode at any time, and everyone will be implicated. Su Jing didn't bother to ask more questions, cut his palm and sprinkled blood on the 'Emperor Yin', and the next moment, Wan Jian's sword in the sword tomb exploded
Chaos!
The anger is no longer as neat as before, but it is by no means eliminated. The situation in front of me is like a 'military civil strife'. Some people don't want to fight anymore, but some people have to fight. If the sword here really wants to be what the old monk just said, it's impossible.
If you are wise, how could such a scene happen?
This was a rare sight in ancient times, and both the monk Shenguang and the young cultivators who followed the Buddhist lantern were shocked.
The Sword Tomb obviously valued Su Jing much more highly than the three corpses, which confirmed another thing: the three corpses were able to draw their swords at will because they had inherited the 'skill' of the deity.
Emperor Yin will never retreat. Unless Qian Xun comes, no one can surrender them. Su Jing's blood has been spilled, and the only thing left to do is to wait. Whether a fierce battle will start or not is up to everyone. It is the right to decide.
In the hands of Jianzhong.
The chaos in the Sword Tomb has been going on for a long time. Thousands of swords are rising, and the sea is calm. No one knows what will happen in the next moment. The waiting on the edge of life and death is very torturous. Many cultivators have already gathered in the sky, either offering their magical powers or showing off their treasures.
Just in case, Su Jing's sword feathers were all hidden in the Fire Wings, and he was secretly building up his strength. At the same time, he asked Akame, who had already hid in the coffin: "Maybe I'm spilling more blood?"
Akame shook his head: "If they listen to the advice, one drop will be enough; if they decide to fight or kill, it will be useless to string yourself to Emperor Yin." After saying that, he retracted his head and closed the lid, leaving only one strip.
gap.
After a long time, the dispute between Wan Jian still had no result. At this moment, a series of sweet sword sounds like silver bells suddenly sounded from the northeast. It didn't sound very loud, but it steadily suppressed the sound of the entire sword tomb.
There were noisy arguments; the silver bells had not stopped, and there was a thick and heavy ringing like a bell from the southeast; a dull sound of rotten wood hitting each other from the southwest; and a crisp sound of breaking ice from the northwest.
Then, due east, dragons and tigers roared; due south, wind and thunder roared; due west, harps and harps clanked.
Four auxiliaries and three righteousnesses, except for the silence of the north, there are seven directions, seven strange sounds, and the singing of seven long swords!
In the blink of an eye, the brilliance disappeared, and there was a roar and silence. Within the three-hundred-mile sword tomb, all the glory was attributed to the seven-handled sword that suddenly appeared.
The Seven Swords have always been there, but before the sound was fired, they did not show any force and looked no different from other hidden swords. Until this moment, the majestic appearance suppressed all the restlessness.
There is still no movement in the north. I think the 'Sword King' in the north has been picked up by the predecessors long ago.
With a whoosh, Akame jumped out of the coffin, completely forgetting that he was still in deep danger. His eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and arched his body while competing with himself.
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