Time and space shifted, and Lu Feng came to a strange space, surrounded by an invisible sword intent. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of him, there was a huge sword door in front of him, which seemed to be transformed by pure sword intent and exuded an ancient and reckless aura.

This door was left by the Qinglian Sword Ancestor, and the word sword mound at the top of it was chic and elegant, revealing the terrifying sword intent of an ancient saint.

At this time, one after another figures continued to appear here, facing the sword gate with a look of awe.

"Passing through this door, you will find the sword mound, remember, you are not allowed to use it wantonly."

Next to the sword gate, there was an old man dressed in gray, his eyes were open, but they were empty, and he was waiting to die.

This old man did not have any fluctuations of strength in his body, and exuded an aura of decay.

But such an old man, who can sit outside the sword gate, no one will be stupid enough to treat him as an ordinary person.

"I've seen the blind Sword Saint senior!"

When they saw the old man, they all bent down and saluted, and their faces were in awe.

"Blind Juggernaut!"

Lu Feng's expression moved, and he had also heard of this blind sword saint.

Qinglian Sword Ancestor had no children and no daughters, and after becoming an ancient saint, he had accepted three sword boys.

Although the Seven Emotions Sword Saint is the least qualified among them, he has now become an ancient saint, controls the entire holy land, and is a noble existence like Emperor Mu Xing.

And this Blind Sword Saint is also one of them, the powerful strength of the Great Perfection Holy Realm, he has fought with the Ancient Saint powerhouse with his superb swordsmanship, but he has not been able to break through the threshold of the Ancient Saint.

can look at the current situation, the blind sword saint is not long away from the longevity limit.

No matter how strong you are, no matter how proud you are, you are powerless in the face of time, and only by breaking through step by step can you obtain the strength of the heavens.

And in the face of the blind sword saint with a dull temperament, everyone was very knowledgeable and did not step forward to do more than once, and immediately stepped into the sword gate one by one.

Lu Feng also took a deep look at the Blind Sword Saint, this kind of existence is afraid that it is only one step away from the Ancient Saint Capital.

But just this step, how many strong people stopped, and even stepped in.

In the slightly gloomy space, there was a gray gas, and a long-lasting breath poured out, making the place seem lifeless.

Under Lu Feng's feet was that kind of hard black soil, and the spiritual power was quietly emanating, and it was actually suppressed within the range of the number of circles.

"This is the Sword Tomb, the Tomb of Sword Cultivation."

Lu Feng's expression became solemn.

In the line of sight, there were swords of different shapes inserted around him, and under that sword were the bones of sword cultivators.

Those who can bury the sword here are all powerful sword cultivators during their lifetimes, which is also a kind of glory.

Legend has it that the Sword Shrine has existed since ancient times, and there is a powerful rule in it since ancient times.

That sword door was used by the Qinglian Sword Ancestor to communicate with the sword mound.

"Some powerful sword cultivators will bury their swords and bones in the sword mound before they sit down, and the strange power here can retain the will of the sword."

Lu Feng walked on the black ground, and there were figures hurriedly passing by.

They didn't communicate with each other at all.

"This is the sword soul."

Lu Feng's footsteps paused slightly, and there were slightly illusory figures in the gray mist, demonstrating his swordsmanship before his death.

In the sword mound, this strange creature similar to the sword soul can be born.

These are just the weakest sword souls, and I heard that the sword souls of those saints can retain a trace of their memories before they were born, and wait for those who come after them to inherit their sword intent.

Lu Feng ignored it and walked straight towards the depths of the sword mound.

The sword mound is huge, and the closer it gets, the swords around it are gradually becoming scarcer, but the sword intent emitted by each one is getting stronger and stronger, and the previous masters must have stepped into the quasi-saint realm.

"This is the core of the sword shrine."

After marching for half an hour, the powerful sword intent turned into a canopy, directly isolating those weak people.

Lu Feng's expression was solemn, and the solemn atmosphere here made people laugh at all.

And a film of light appeared in his eyes, and his body moved, twisting in.

Sword intent surged like a tide. , the black dirt under his feet is difficult to step out of a deep pit even if he uses all his strength in the quasi-saint.

The world here is even darker, and there are pieces of sword tombs here, all of which have left words on them.

And those who can leave a sword tomb here are at least the strength of the Quasi-Saint Three Realms during their lifetime.

Along the way, the sword inserted here is not comparable to before.

"The Rain Sword Saint, sat down 10,000 years ago, leaving the Holy Sword and the Rain Sword."

Lu Feng stopped, and in front of him was a finger-wide and five-foot-long holy sword.

And around the Holy Sword, there are also hundreds of strange-shaped swords that shroud it in the middle, as if supporting the king.

Surprisingly, there were even a few holy swords among them.

"Your sword intent is not suitable for this Sword Master, and there are also a few Holy Swords around here that may be able to give it a try."

Suddenly, a woman's soft voice sounded faintly in his mind, and a woman in a beautiful dress seemed to appear in front of him, looking at Lu Feng softly.

This is the sword soul left by the Sword Saint of Transforming Rain, who has a spiritual wisdom during his lifetime and selects the person to inherit it.

Lu Feng nodded, the Rain Transformation Sword Saint Sword Technique was soft, and the woman's inheritance was suitable, it was indeed not suitable for him, and he hugged his fists and said respectfully: "The junior farewell." ”

There are countless opportunities in the sword mound, and some of the big ones can even directly get the holy sword and leave when they ask for the sword.

Lu Feng walked all the way, and the holy swords he saw were more than a hundred, and he couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue, this sword mound was really terrifying.

And that's just the tip of the story.

"In the end, it failed, the old man was arrogant all his life, and he was still trapped by the ancient holy realm, why is this damn threshold so difficult to step into, I don't accept it, I am unwilling to sit like this!"

"Ask the sword for a lifetime, although you become a sword saint, you still can't beat time, it's a pity, it's okay, then let this life inheritance stay in the sword mound, just wait for someone to come."

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On the monuments of this piece of sword tomb, there are all kinds of obsessions of predecessors.

Those who are not strong-willed will will be impacted by these obsessions, and even have serious consequences of soul disintegration.

"This holy love is extinguished, and those who want to take my ruthless sword must break off their love."

On a sword tomb stele, it immediately attracted Lu Feng's attention.

It's just that the sword inserted in front of the tomb has long since disappeared, and it is thought that it was taken away by the ruthless sword saint.

"Mu Beitian? I'd love to see what you do. ”

Lu Feng sneered.

And when he walked towards the depths of the sword mound, a sword tomb monument made him suddenly feel some familiar aura.

"Retreat in the sword mound for thousands of years, the sky will not stop my sky after all, and finally let me step into the Great Perfection Holy Realm and continue my life again."

The monument of the sword tomb was actually left by the Heavenly Sky Sword Saint, and judging from the fierceness of the sword intent, this sword saint is still alive in this world.

Lu Feng smiled, just looked at it a few more times, and left immediately.

He came to the Sword Shrine to be recognized, obtain the sword seal, and thus have the qualifications to enter the Qinglian Holy Realm.

"It's getting closer and closer to the Qinglian Sword, and the sword mark needs to be obtained from this sword!"

Lu Feng walked slowly, his eyes suddenly moved, and he felt an incomparably domineering, fierce sword intent that cut off life and death surged, making his strong qi and blood feel a terrifying power to pause.

"Over there?"

Lu Feng couldn't help but be curious, and saw that not far from him, there was a crowd of people, and there were often exclamations.

The sword intent that cut off life and death came from there.

"That sword is the sword of life and death!"