Separated from the Night Charm, Chu Ming continued to climb towards the Sword Peak, and under the scanning of his spiritual sense, he clearly found that not long after the Night Charm was separated from it, the breath of the whole person disappeared, and he obviously fell into the formation again.

......

At the top of the Sword Peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, not a single inch of grass grows, the viscous killing true meaning seems to have turned into substance, in the center of the desolation, is a dilapidated stone tablet, the corners are worn, and the text on it is carved with dense fonts, but perhaps because of the age, the words on it have become blurred.

At a certain moment, a purple cloud and mist did not know when, swallowed out of the stone tablet, and then, turned into an aftersound, forming a purple middle-aged appearance in the air, this person's face was like a knife, and the breath on his body was bland to the extreme, the most obvious thing was this person's eyes, just by looking at it, people couldn't help but fall into it, like a silk sword rampant in the starry sky of the universe.

"This time a decent swordsman finally came in, but I don't know if he can pass my test."

The illusory middle-aged appearance of the illusory shadow gaze projected, through the layers of white clouds, and landed on Chu Ming's body, full of scrutiny, a few breaths, he seemed to think of something, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"That's it, I've been here for two thousand years, less than a hundred years before the Demon War in the forbidden area, as long as it's not too bad, let him go."

The voice of the illusory middle-aged phantom was extremely low, and with the sound of the wind, it slowly blew in the air, and dissipated along with the purple illusory figure.

......

Burst!

Chu Ming walked out of the last formation, his expression was a little tired, although he was a body refining martial artist, but with all his strength one after another, he could still clearly feel the slow decline in the body's functions.

Looking for a rock, Chu Ming rested on it for an hour, and his face looked a lot better.

At this time, he was only one step away from the top of the Sword Peak, standing up, Chu Ming held his breath, slowly took a step, and instantly felt that he had passed through a soft barrier, like a water curtain.

Sou!

Before Chu Ming could see the surrounding scenery clearly, a terrifying suction force was born from under his feet, and with a flash of light, his figure disappeared in place.

In the dark, Chu Ming felt that his mind was extremely heavy, as if there was a voice that wanted to pull him into the abyss of sleep, at this time, in his mind, the white light that had been silent trembled slightly, and the heaviness was instantly expelled.

"Huh?"

Slowly opening his eyes, Chu Ming looked around curiously, and at the same time gently placed his right hand on the conjugate sword, at this time, only holding the hilt of the sword could give him a sense of security.

At this time, a stone chamber, a hundred meters long and wide, the earthy yellow color appears heavy, in the stone chamber, every half a meter, there is a stone sword inserted horizontally on the ground, as far as the eye can see, a dense piece, there are no counts.

There were no lights around, but the light source of unknown light illuminated the entire stone room, Chu Ming's spiritual sense spread, and everything in the entire stone room formed a distinct pattern in his mind.

However, when he understood where he was, Chu Ming's brows furrowed, and the entire stone chamber was lined with swords, if there was a single empty place, it was under his feet, and this place was full of weirdness.

"You're here."

An ethereal voice sounded violently behind Chu Ming, and Chu Ming turned around quickly, only to see a purple illusory middle-aged figure, suspended above hundreds of stone swords, looking at Chu Ming with a smile at this time.

"You're a soul body?"

Chu Ming frowned, and immediately hid the white light in his mind, the white light was his biggest secret, for some reason, this purple illusory middle-aged figure gave him a sense of horror, even stronger than that of the Qingxuan King.

"Hehe, soul body? Sort of! ”

The middle-aged illusory figure laughed at himself, and said lightly, the purple light on his body spread, and the entire space was filled with a purple intent.

"Who are you? Why am I here? ”

Chu Ming glanced around, it showed that it was a small space, and it could open up a small space, and the soul body in front of him was at least a king of the life and death realm in front of him.

"First of all, let me answer your first question, who am I, it's been too long, I've even forgotten my name for a long time, I just remember that when I was alive, they all called me the Ancient Sword Emperor."

A trace of remembrance flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged illusory figure, and he said slowly.

"Ancient Sword Emperor?!"

Chu Ming was slightly stunned, and then his face was moved, the Ancient Sword Emperor does not refer to a person, this is an honor, and it is also a recognition, the entire continent has gone through three periods: primeval, ancient, and ancient from the derivative cultivation method.

In the primeval period, the method of cultivation had just been derived, and the ancestors of the human race explored the nature of the human body and created many cultivation methods, benefiting the entire human race, but at that time, the method of cultivation was not too popular, and there were very few strong people in the human race.

In ancient times, it was the peak era of martial arts cultivation, when everyone admired martial artists, coupled with the abundance of spiritual power in heaven and earth, a large number of strong people emerged, according to book records, at that time, martial artists were generally cultivated in the Yuan realm, and the transcendent realm was regarded as one of the strongest, and only the king of the life and death realm could dominate one side.

In ancient times, there were also many emperors who were called emperors, there were twenty or thirty of them, and the ancient Sword Emperor was one of the representative figures, and his strength could be ranked at least in the top five or even the top three at that time.

In ancient times, it was the era in which Chu Ming lived, the spiritual power of heaven and earth had plummeted, and many old kings of the realm of life and death had reached the limit, birth, old age, sickness and death, and most of the young Tianjiao were stuck in the doorrail of the realm of life and death, which made the kings of the realm of life and death on the continent scarce, and the number of them was reduced by more than half.

As for the number of emperors who are called emperors, the number is naturally declining, and the threshold for being crowned emperors is also declining.

Perhaps only the top emperors who destroyed the emperor, created the emperor, the Ming emperor, and the dead emperor could be compared with the emperors in ancient times.

"As for why you're here, I'm naturally the one who teleported you."

The Ancient Sword Emperor said lightly, the light and shadow in his eyes were bright and flickering, as if the sword light was rampant in the universe, the stars were shattered, and time and space were still.

"What is the purpose of teleporting me here?"

Chu Ming woke up from his shock and asked.

Seeing Chu Ming return to normal so quickly, a hint of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Ancient Sword Emperor, as an excellent swordsman, calmness and composure are essential qualities.

"Have you ever heard of the Book of Swords?"

The Ancient Sword Emperor asked rhetorically, looking at Chu Ming with burning eyes.

"The Book of Swords?"

Chu Ming's heart moved, and he understood that as a swordsman, he paid special attention to the affairs of the Ancient Sword Emperor, so he had also read a lot of books