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"It's really metallic, it's disgusting. ”

The smell of rusty metal seemed to melt into the air, and even the robes were covered with a thin layer of rust.

Yang Qingxuan shook off his robe, only to feel uncomfortable tumbling in his stomach, and suddenly, his feet trembled inexplicably, and he almost fell to the ground, and a huge vibration came from below, straight through the ground!

"Rumbling ......"

The tremor was dull and ancient, like an ancient beast awakening, the earth began to crack under this tremor, countless tombs were broken, and the smell of death and rust came out from one grave after another, accompanied by terrifying sword intent!

"It's ......!"

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw the most shocking scene in his life, except for the underground palace under Kunlun Mountain.

Countless swords emerged from the graves one by one, as if mushrooms had sprung up after a rain, surging quickly and frantically.

"Wow!"

Yang Qingxuan took a sharp breath of cold air.

The countless swords, hundreds of millions of them, were all rusty, stuck in the graves one after another, like the tombstones of the world's strongest.

Out of nowhere, a strange wind blew, rolling up an infinite chill, rippling in the air, as if telling countless stories in this sword shrine.

Every sword has a legend behind it.

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, he held his breath, and looked at those rusty swords, "Pei Min", "Burning Silence", "Chenguang", "Traces of the Sky", "Love Farewell", "Demon Slayer", ......

Behind every name, there is a peerless demeanor, a world-class cultivation, and an immortal reputation, but all of them are buried in this endless sword mound with the divine sword!

Yang Qingxuan only felt a sharp pain in his head, and a desolate and eternal voice exploded in his mind.

"The bright moon is too mysterious, the sky is affectionate, and the clouds blow into snow. ”

"Sweeping through the universe, the red dust is the same, and they all turn into a sword. ”

The sound of the poem is like the mournful sound of the bell, as if it has traveled through infinite time and space, crossed the other side, and finally turned into a boundless storm, stirring up in this silent heaven and earth!

Hundreds of millions of sword souls, under that desolate ancient meaning, all trembled and made a clanging sound.

Yang Qingxuan was heard by the sound of tens of thousands of swords, and his mind seemed to be about to explode, among which the words "Taixuan Sword Tomb" suddenly appeared, the infinite universe, hundreds of millions of time and space, all the dead swords were turned into sword souls and buried here!

There were all kinds of obscure changes in his heart, and his eyes were not very clear, and the entire sword mound became illusory and unreal, floating in front of his eyes, rapidly condensing.

In the center of the two eyebrows, a scarlet sword mark appeared, and the red mangs on it flickered non-stop, looking carefully, the sword mark was born two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to ten thousand swords, but it was always one.

"Ah!......h

Yang Qingxuan covered his head with both hands, roared in pain, and kept rolling and tumbling on the ground.

That Taixuan Sword Tomb was about to descend in the sea of his knowledge.

At this moment, a burst of blue light flashed, both hands and arms were covered by dragon scales, and a green dragon phantom came out from the back of the neck, shattering the void of the sea of knowledge, and forcibly rushed into the Taixuan Sword Tomb, and a dragon chant shook the nine heavens!

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The sword souls on the countless graves, under the sound of this dragon's groan, were all shattered, and hundreds of millions of graves were blasted open.

The powerful power of the green dragon resisted the entire sword mound, and there was a cold gaze in his eyes, and his body began to condense as soon as he flickered, and he actually wanted to manifest a human form in the void.

But the sword mound flew around, and the world collapsed sharply, accelerating into Yang Qingxuan's sea of knowledge.

The dragon shadow shook a few times, and finally the strength was insufficient, and the transformation failed, and with a "bang" sound, it turned into a blue light mist and dissipated over the barren sword mound.

"Poof!"

Yang Qingxuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were red, and blood flowed from all seven holes, and he couldn't support it anymore. If the sword mound is forced into the body, I am afraid that it will only explode and die.

Cause and effect go back and forth, knowing that life and death are not easy, how can you be willing to fall like this.

Just when he was unwilling, his eyebrows shrank suddenly, and a drop of crimson essence blood appeared on his forehead, shining brightly.

A vast demonic power spread out from the center of the eyebrows, spreading along the meridians to the surroundings.

As soon as that demonic power came out, it swept like an angry wave, and the scarlet blood line spread out in a spherical shape, instantly covering most of the faces.

The blood line is meandering, like a complicated inscription, everywhere you go, the skin is demonized, and there are hairs.

Yang Qingxuan's facial features also began to become distorted, his middle was elongated, his eyes were red gold, and a pair of tiger teeth were sharp like beasts. His face turned into a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, just like the demon monkey in the ancient painting!

In the shrinking Taixuan Sword Shrine, suddenly lightning and thunder roared, and terrible storms and thunder and fire fell from the sky, and on the void of the Sword Shrine, I don't know when, stood a peerless figure.

Wearing a phoenix-winged purple and gold crown, wearing chain gold armor, and stepping on lotus silk.

A fiery robe surged behind him.

The figure stood alone with his left hand on his waist, letting the thunder and fire strike him, and he did not move.

The ten thousand sword souls on the earth trembled involuntarily, and suddenly ten thousand swords roared in unison, rushing out of the tomb, turning into a rain of swords, and shooting towards the figure.

The figure shook his head to the right, twisted his right hand into his ear, and a golden light shot up into the sky, shooting up into the Nine Heavens, a bright moon and stars, and down to the Nine Shadows Realm, shocking the ghosts and ghosts!

In the glow of the sun, between the steaming air, a huge black iron like a pillar emerged, with gold hoops at the upper and lower ends, and there were faint words on it, which were obscure.

Under a closer look, it is: the bottom of Tianhe Town.

The figure held the iron rod in one hand, and with a wave, thousands of sword shadows were shattered, and with another swing, the iron rod "boomed" straight into the leylines of the earth, cracking the earth and shattering the sky.

With the stirring of the iron rod, Yang Qingxuan's mind exploded, and the whole person completely lost consciousness, as if he was dead.

I don't know how long it took.

It seems like an infinite number of years, and it seems like it's just a moment.

Consciousness came back little by little, first the sense of touch was restored, the fingers moved a few times, and then I heard the "whooshing" flowing water, which was the sound of the water in Yinglongtan, and then the five senses and six senses were restored one by one.

Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes blankly and found himself lying on a big rock, one foot immersed in the pool water.

There seemed to be pain in my feet, as if I had been bitten by a mouse.

He looked intently and saw a strange golden fish floating in the water, with sharp teeth, gnawing at his calf.

The fish is golden all over, giving birth to a pair of pelvic fins like butterfly wings, the tail fin is like a phoenix tail, only the two sides have a touch of demon red, as if the painter waved it with a stroke, very strange.

Yang Qingxuan's body was extremely strong, and the fish couldn't gnaw on it, but the sharp teeth bit back and forth on the calf, and it was still very painful.

He thought secretly: "The dragon was played by shrimp in shallow water, the tiger was bullied by dogs in Pingyang, and I, Yang Qingxuan, was actually bitten by a fish." ”

was angry, and suddenly kicked through the pool and kicked over.

The fish was very alert and nimble, and was shaken by the waves, but it was all right, and turned around to swim away.