The moment Xue Qinghan's consciousness completely fell into darkness, he suddenly felt a ray of light pierce his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him made him stunned, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, that kind of shadow of death is really unforgettable, and I don't want to experience it a second time. Of course, it's best not to have the first time to die, and countless cultivators, regardless of spring, summer, winter and autumn, seek to transcend reincarnation?

Xue Qinghan turned his head to look, and a stone staircase stretched from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, except for this stone step, the mountain was full of broken swords. And the place where Xue Qinghan stood at this time was the end of the stone steps, the top of the Burial Sword Mountain.

Slightly stunned, Xue Qinghan couldn't tell whether what he had experienced before was just his hallucination. But when Xue Qinghan looked inward, he found a faint black sword mark at the center of the divine soul's eyebrows, and a faint demonic aura swirled around it, I don't know what it was for.

But this sword mark undoubtedly told Xue Qinghan that what he had just experienced was not as simple as an illusion.

"Is Di Xi?Xi a person?Where is the bank of the Ganges?Is there really such a river?" Xue Qinghan muttered to himself.

The words that the man in black said before he disappeared made Xue Qinghan have more doubts in his heart, and he always felt that there was a big secret hidden behind it.

"Xi is dead, my name is Emperor Xi, see you on the banks of the Ganges in ten years!"

These were the words left by the man in black who called himself Dixi, but what made Xue Qinghan speechless was that the other party did not tell him where the so-called Ganges River was located at all, and even Xue Qinghan once suspected that the so-called Ganges River was just an ethereal existence.

The only information that Xue Qinghan knows about the Ganges, or it can't be called information at all, is the ancient river of time, also known as the Ganges. But the power of time is ethereal enough to be elusive, will it really materialize as a river?

Shook his head and threw aside such an inexplicable thing, the other party is such a powerful and inconceivable existence, I should have thought of everything, since he said that he would see you on the bank of the Ganges River in ten years, it would be no problem to come, don't worry about Xue Qinghan, of course, the main thing is that worrying about it is just in vain.

Xue Qinghan looked ahead, there was a stone platform there, the stone platform was only a few zhang in size, without any carvings, and the simple and vast atmosphere came to his face.

Around the stone platform, countless remnant swords are clustered, as if guarding the emperor in the sword, revealing a sense of solemnity.

Xue Qinghan gathered his mind, took steps, and stepped onto the stone platform.

"Zheng~"

The moment Xue Qinghan's footsteps fell, the sound of the sword resounded in the sky, the sound rang for hundreds of miles, and the sword qi rushed into the sky, and the sword intent shrouded Xue Qinghan, making Xue Qinghan feel like there was a sword world overturning towards him, and in front of such a sword world, he was as small as an ant.

At the same time, the sword qi above Xue Qinghan's body erupted uncontrollably, and the Great Freedom Freedom Sutra operated autonomously, and the sword intent spread out in all directions, and a faint sense rose from Xue Qinghan's heart. Xue Qinghan's gaze involuntarily looked at the center of the stone platform, where an illusory sword shadow seemed to be a spirit, floating quietly in mid-air. And the sword qi of the entire Burial Sword Mountain gathered, as if it was warming this illusory long sword.

"Sword Spirit!"

A dazzling light flashed in Xue Qinghan's eyes, and there was a sword spirit here. Subsequently, even with Xue Qinghan's heart, his face still couldn't help but show joy.

If you have a spiritual magic weapon, you will be aura, and you will also have the possibility of being promoted to a Taoist weapon. The spiritual weapon has a spirituality, just like a person really has a soul, it can imprint the Dao of Heaven and Earth, interweave the Dao pattern, and fit the user more perfectly, so that the weapon contains Dao Wei, and the blessing itself will be able to exert more powerful power.

It is even rumored that the gods contained in the Emperor's enlightenment vessel are no different from the Emperor, and a Dao fruit is imprinted in it, just like a doppelganger of the Emperor, just a weapon, the Emperor is almost invincible, and few people dare to resist the Emperor's might.

Xue Qinghan didn't expect that there was a sword spirit in this Burial Sword Mountain, and what was even more rare was that this sword spirit was born by absorbing the endless sword qi of the Burial Sword Mountain, but it was imprinted with the breath of the former Carefree Sword, which can be said to be in the same vein as Xue Qinghan, just like it was tailor-made for Xue Qinghan.

What's more, this is an innate machine spirit, and the quality is much stronger than that of an acquired instrument spirit. There are three ways to generate the spirit of the instrument, first, it is born and formed in the special environment between heaven and earth, that is, the innate spirit; second, it is the soul body refining tool and imprinting its own Dao pattern, such a spiritual weapon is the most common, but it lacks growth; the third is that the cultivator cultivates his own divine soul, and uses the power of his own avenue to contain the gods in the instrument, and the life is cultivated, and the instrument spirit that belongs to him is born. However, this third method is basically used only when building a natal weapon, but how can a natal weapon be so easy to build?

Xue Qinghan's body was full of sword intent, and he walked towards the center of the stone platform step by step, and at the same time, his divine soul was carefully released, and he walked towards the illusory sword shadow, intending to make contact with it.

But although the sword spirit felt the aura on Xue Qing's body that made it feel close, it was always like a swimming fish, and quickly dodged it every time it first came into contact with Xue Qinghan's divine soul.

Xue Qinghan's soul released kindness, like coaxing a child, but fortunately, the sword spirit did not attack Xue Qinghan.

At the same time, in that eternal unknown, a great river is rolling and flowing, and the river flows mightily, from the ancient unknown, to the unknown place of the future. The river is gone, but it is silent, and the river is inexhaustible, and it is the same for eternity.

The great river has no bank, and the water follows its own path. In the river, bubbles rise and fall, birth and burst, but worlds are reincarnated. The blisters burst, silently, and the heavens were disillusioned, but they couldn't even make a wave.

There is no wind in the heavens and the earth, not even the breath flows, and the great river has no waves, flowing calmly, which seems monotonous and boring, but it is so detached from the world. There is no sunrise and sunset here, there is no spring and autumn change, I don't know the years, the eternal unchanged, calm and not waves.

Suddenly, a wind came out of nowhere, faint, but it really caused ripples on the surface of the river. A creature that looked like a fish but not a fish, a dragon and not a dragon jumped up on the surface of the river, swallowed a floating bubble in one gulp, fell back into the water, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"The wind is up, the wind of the Ganges is up, and it is wrinkled, but it is the same years. A sigh was heard, wafting through the silent space.

I saw that in the void at the edge of the river, an old Taoist sat cross-legged, holding a fishing rod in his hand, like a stone sculpture, I don't know how many years of silence, maybe a thousand years, or maybe ten thousand years, motionless. At this time, the old Taoist's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through the eternals, staring at the originally calm river without a trace of ripples for a long time, and then closed his eyes, letting the river roll silently.

On the other side, a middle-aged Confucian scholar held a scroll in his hand, boiling tea and reading at the same time, at this time, his eyes turned to look at the eternal river and smiled: "A pot of tea has been boiled for thousands of years, and now it is finally mellow, why not name it Qianqiu." ”

Then, the middle-aged Confucian retracted his gaze, immersed himself in the book again, shook the fan in one hand, and said softly in his mouth: "I don't know who is lucky enough to come here to drink this pot of Qianqiu." ”

A kind-hearted monk was bending down to pick up a grain of fine sand from the river, looking at it carefully, and then carefully putting it into his arms, and continuing to walk, step by step in the river, walking very slowly, his footsteps fell in the water, but there was not a trace of ripples.

Not far away, a man in black, with cold eyes and a fierce temperament, suddenly seemed to feel something, raised his head and looked at a place in the middle of the river, his sword eyebrows moved, and his voice was like a sonorous sword: "My name, Dixi, Xi, is dead." ”

Then the man continued to bow his head and carefully wash the long sword in his hand, and the cold light of the black long sword was refracted in the long river.

On the banks of the Ganges River, some people cook tea for thousands of years, and some people wash their swords and shine through the ages, but they are silent and no one knows.