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Jingyang stood up, looked at the stone statue, and then glanced at Huang Xuemei. He saw hope in Huang Xuemei's eyes, maybe she hoped that this ancestor could bless herself, and there was a chance to enter Tianyi, right?

As Huang Xuemei turned around and withdrew from the ancestral hall, he also withdrew from the ancestral hall.

"The ancestral halls of other celebrities are full of incense, and it is quiet and undisturbed, but it is in line with the temper of the ancestors. Jingyang stood outside and looked at the lonely stone statue in the ancestral hall, and said lightly.

Huang Xuemei nodded and said, "I told you about Shizu Xijing just now, and it is rumored that he also asked for it, and his body is in this stone statue." ”

"The corpse is in the stone statue?" Jing Yang looked at Huang Xuemei in disbelief. He had never heard of this news, nor had he ever seen it in the newspaper that Mao Guojing gave him.

Huang Xuemei nodded and said, "The stone statue has been here for more than a thousand years, and no one has ever touched it, and such rumors have only circulated among our generations of sword masters, whether it is true or not, it is impossible to verify, but what is the point?"

It really doesn't make sense, the corpse is really inside, and it has rotted over the years, even if it doesn't rot because he is Kong Qi who almost escaped into the realm of gods and demons at the peak of the Yuan Sheng, that body can't study the trick of entering the Tianyi realm, and there is no avenue classic of the way of the nine swords, so it has no value at all.

"Let the ancestor rest here. Jingyang bowed to the stone statue again.

Huang Xuemei's girlish Qianqian Su hand was on her back, perhaps too weak, and at this time, the white robe set off her to look a little petite. She walked towards the back of the ancestral hall.

There is a dry well there, the well is made of ordinary bluestone, and the mottled gaps on it are carved with traces of time, there are no moss marks, and countless sword qi is gushing out from there, and there is also sword qi constantly retracting inside. Thinking that this is where the sword pool is really located, it is no wonder that the sword pool is completely invisible in this valley, and there are countless sword intents.

The sword intent that shot out was powerful, and the closer he got to the well, the more he felt the grandeur, although almost every sword intent of these swords surpassed the strongest sword that Jingyang had seen incognito in the past ten years. Jingyang frowned, looking at the well, which looked very ancient.

Huang Xuemei said: "I can't control so many sword intents, and I can't suppress these sword intents, because this is all damage to these swords, and now they don't have masters, and my suppression may turn these swords into scrap iron." ”

Jingyang nodded, hooked one finger to the "Zhicang Sword" hanging on his chest, and said, "So if you don't do anything, these sword intents won't hurt me?"

Huang Xuemei nodded and said, "Hmm." ”

Seeing that Jingyang understood what she meant, as soon as the words fell, she walked towards the ancient wellhead, and all the sword intents made way for her when they flew out of the wellhead, leaving a blank. She took a slight step forward, and the whole person fell down the well.

"Master?" Jingyang stood by the mouth of the well and shouted, but no one responded from the well, and the echo did not come for a long time, as if it had been swallowed, so that Jingyang couldn't help but guess the depth of its dry well.

No longer hesitating, Jingyang also stood at the mouth of the ancient well, and the sword began to shine continuously, and the sword intent was just like meeting Huang Xuemei just now, making a way for her.

Jingyang took a breath and jumped into the well.

After the jump, it was always dark, and the whole person fell sharply, and all that could be heard was the wind tearing and whistling in his ears and the hum of sword intent constantly shuttling around him. If any sword intent touched him, it would tear him to pieces, so thrilling, but it wouldn't happen.

Looking up, there was darkness in the field of vision, and only the sword intent that was visible to the naked eye stirred the air through the Dao ripples, and disappeared from the field of vision under the bright light of the size of a full moon that was bound by the frame of the wellhead, and this round of brightness was still shrinking and shrinking, like a rapidly melting snowball, and in the blink of an eye, it became only a fine particle like the eye of a needle, and then it was difficult to see again.

The chill continued to wash over his body, and he still didn't fall to the ground after falling for about dozens of breaths, so that Jingyang's whole body was blown a little cold.

Just as he was still wondering when he would be able to land, the speed of his descent suddenly began to slow down, and the darkness in front of him began to shine like a seeping earthen wall.

By the time he had come to a complete stop, there was already a solid rock under his feet. In front of him seemed to be a hole with a strange dark light, and those sword intents also flew from that hole, and then poured into the top of his head.

Jingyang walked forward cautiously. The ground was full of gravel, so it was a bit difficult to walk. When he stood at the entrance of the cave, he saw a scene of strange lights flickering between heaven and earth, thunder rushing, and magma splattering, as if it were hell.

It was like another world: arm-thick blue thunder slashed from the sky and smashed into the ground, fiery red magma that could instantly melt people into corpse fluid flowed and spewed through the cracks of the earth.

The rumbling thunder mixed with the sound of explosions and the wind and heat swept through Jingyang's mind, and his mind was only shocked by the impact.

And a sword was stuck in these cracked, lava-dripping land. The heavenly thunder struck the sword in it, and countless rock fragments splattered, but these swords were different, and the magma poured on the sword like a wave that hit the shore, and the sword was still in good condition.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless swords in this terrifying land! These swords are still constantly flying out or flying back with sword intent!

Jingyang swallowed his saliva, looking at the scene in front of him at a loss.

The sword pool of the Nine Swords Gate really lives up to its name, and it is even more shocking than the rumors.

Huang Xuemei appeared behind him at some point, looked at the sword that seemed to be being trained in hell, and said, "This is the sword pool of the Nine Swords Gate. ”

Jingyang looked ahead and asked, "Can I choose arbitrarily?"

His figure was quickly swept by the thunder, but Huang Xuemei still heard it clearly. Before the huge thunder passed, her voice was like an icicle piercing a river, and the piercing thunder pierced Jingyang's brain: "Whatever." ”

The two words directly and neatly made Jing Yang's heart sink, because he really didn't expect that he could really choose the sword here at will.

The swords here may not be as good as the Nine Swords, but there is no shortage of existences that can be comparable to the Nine Swords. The appearance of any of these swords in the world will cause a riot of scramble, but at this time, you can choose as if you were shopping for groceries on the street!

Jingyang clenched the "Finger Sword", as Murong said, this is the best gift for the double list.

Jingyang cautiously walked in the direction where the sword was.

"Bang-" A beam of purple thunder struck the ground beside him, and the rocks splashed, but it was extremely natural, not a trace of thunder and lightning hurt him, and not a single rock hit him. It seems that with a sword in his fingers, he will not be harmed by these forces here.

So he also began to be bolder, his steps were a little bigger, and the whole person was no longer restrained, and it was much more natural.

Approaching the sword, Jing Yang began to look at the sword, his eyes glowing with longing and excitement. Huang Xuemei also stood beside him, looking at the joy of the young man who had always shown old maturity and stability, and the disappointment and exhaustion caused by the failure to break through the realm also faded a lot.

Jing Yang's gaze fell on the general bright red sword. Half of the sword's body was submerged in the magma, and it was the same color as the magma.

"That's the Blood Kirin. Huang Xuemei explained at the right time.

"Blood Qilin?" Jing Yang knew the name, "The sword of Wang Wuzi Wang Yuanzun six hundred years ago?"

Huang Xuemei glanced at her only personal disciple, a little surprised by his knowledge, nodded and said: "Well, Liu Yiyi, the true fire sword master five hundred years ago, found this sword and brought it back to the sword pool, but he couldn't find a suitable owner, so this sword has been here for five hundred years." ”

Jingyang took a breath, a sword was lonely for five hundred years, how lonely it was. This also made him understand that the reason why Jianchi was able to become Jianchi was also the result of the efforts of countless seniors over the years.

The sword of Yuanzun in the past, after five hundred years of training, is definitely a famous sword in the world, but Jingyang did not get its plan, but began to look at other swords.

To get closer, he began to walk towards the magma area. The heat was almost visible to the naked eye when the cloth boots stepped on the lava, but they did not burn the boots, nor did they cause him a trace of thermal discomfort. Jingyang walked slowly in the sword forest like this.

Countless famous swords stand here, full of goods, including many swords that Jingyang knows.

"The Golden Crow - the sword of the Asahi Yen Sage three hundred and twenty years ago. ”

"Bai Feixue - the sword of the sect master of the Hundred Ghost Sect that was destroyed nine hundred years ago. ”

"Away from the White Sword - the sword of the late hero Fallen Carp twenty years ago, it used to cut off the heads of three great masters with one sword. ”

“……”

Countless good swords, however, Jingyang's gaze didn't stay for too long, it seemed that none of the swords that everyone in the world was eager for made his heart move.

"What sword do you want?" Huang Xuemei asked as she looked at him walking in the sword forest.

Jingyang said very cheerfully: "I want to find a better one." ”

Huang Xuemei admired his sincerity, but she also liked it a little, and said patiently: "Good and discordant and suitable are two different things. ”

Jingyang was not modest either, and said, "Give it a try." ”