Without any induction, nor any abnormal movement, the arrival of Zhao Qianjia had an impact on this sword mound, which was almost zero.

Unexpectedly, I thought that there were many broken swords here, and it should be a sense of ruin, but in fact, it was the opposite, what Zhao Qianjia felt was a hidden vitality, like a bud buried in the soil and about to rush out.

He slowly went deeper, rubbing shoulders with the broken swords.

They look like they're hurting, so what about their moans, their wails, why don't they make a sound...

One after another, the deeper you go, the less sword-shaped it becomes, until even the iron bumps appear, standing straight on the ground, no different from the stone stakes on the side of the road.

It's come to an end...

He reached out and touched the wall, which was bumped out like polished gemstones, reflecting a gorgeous light.

In the dark part of these rays of light, there are countless dense bumps, which extend to the dome at the top, making people's scalp tingle.

Zhao Qianjia guessed that those protrusions and bumps might be the hilts of the swords of the Sword Mountain, with their blades facing outwards and the hilts facing inward, combining to form this Sword Mountain.

Yes, it should be physically so, but is the sword that belongs to him on the ground, or on the wall?

He took a fancy to a conspicuous protrusion, which seemed to be a clear blue transparent gem, which had been polished into many edges, and the light refracted was extremely beautiful, and it was conceivable how gorgeous the blade of the sword body connected to the hilt of the sword was.

Hold on hard and pull out...

The sapphire didn't move, but its edges seemed to be wiped cleaner by his palm, and the light refracted became more and more eye-catching.

The corners of Zhao Qianjia's mouth twitched, he felt that this guy's appearance looked like he was mocking himself.

Sure enough, the sapphire began to flutter, and it was so noisy, and the slightly larger bumps on the wall also coaxed, one by one, shiny, as if a group of old men who had formed a group to watch the play were applauding.

Zhao Qianjia is full of black lines, he never thought that he would be ridiculed by such a group of guys, the key is that he can't fight back.

Wait, fight back? A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his right hand clenched into a fist, and struck straight at the sapphire.

The strength of the preliminary military rank finally made some movements, and the sapphire sword hilt really shrank a little into the wall.

Zhao Qianjia was overjoyed, and after a few more punches, the sapphire was already clearly embedded in the wall composed of sword hilts, and the light it refracted was also dimmed a lot.

This looks much more pleasing to the eye, see you are still mocking me? Zhao Qianjia thought evilly.

The next moment, he was stunned by the movement of this sword mountain, only to see the sapphire hilt shine a few times, and it jumped out with a "whoosh", causing a small hole in the wall of the sword hilt.

The light outside the sword mountain was projected in, and through the small hole, a long sword with a blue body could be faintly seen whistling and circling in the air, and the crisp sound of the sword was endless, and even Zhao Qianjia in the mountain could feel its cheerfulness.

"What are you doing?!" came the Viewer's slightly annoyed voice, and he craned his neck.

Hurriedly ran away, secretly observing the small hole, and waited until it was occupied by another sword and completely filled in, Zhao Qianjia breathed a sigh of relief.

Instead of finding his own sword, he freed another sword, hoping that it would not cause any loss to the viewer.

He continued to wander, although the inside of this Sword Mountain Sword Gate is not small, but after all, the scope is limited, and he has already seen it all over the place, but he really found nothing.

Outside the Sword Mountain, the viewer stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the birthplace of the world's famous swords.

The azure sword was still circling and flying, and it was not afraid of such a bystander.

The sword here, as long as it can break free from the sword mountain, is a free body, whether it is looking for the master, or wandering around, in short, the world can be obtained. Looking at this blue long sword, although it is already quite extraordinary, whether it is the sharpness or spiritual richness, it has not yet reached the level of breaking free from the sword mountain, even if there is such a variable as Zhao Qianjia, it should not be so easy.

The Heavenly Dao has its own fixed number, so is this sword destined to break free from the Sword Mountain today?

But the so-called fixed number is not a good thing!

The viewer's face was gloomy, and with a gesture of his hand, the blue long sword paused slightly in mid-air, as if hesitating for a moment, and then flew in a whistling manner, hovering happily around him.

The old man's phantom appeared again, watching the viewer take this azure long sword as his own, shook his head, and said, "You are treating the symptoms but not the root cause, and interfering with the Heavenly Dao Determination with your own strength is a drop in the bucket." ”

The viewer was silent, the old man paused, and continued: "What's more, you don't know if this sword is the so-called fixed number when you accept it. ”

"It's... Damn it!" the viewer held his head in his hands, in pain. He couldn't figure out the so-called fixed number at all, like an outdated computer that suddenly ran the latest and most complex programs, and the result was only a system crash.

At this time, Zhao Qianjia had given up looking around.

He sat on the iron lump that looked like a stone stake, looked at the scrap of swords and scrap iron all over the ground, and began to think.

From the moment he entered the Sword Gate, he walked around this sword mountain, and swept these broken swords like a flower, which was very similar to what he saw on the bank of the long river of time in his dream.

He suppressed the obsession of the First Emperor there, and the long river of time made him feel very cordial, all kinds of right and wrong appeared and deduced in it, and he liked to watch quietly, just like now, quietly watching those broken swords and broken swords.

If you have to describe this atmosphere, Zhao Qianjia thinks that it should be the word "chaos". In the long river of years, those people come and go, life and death, themselves are an ignorant consciousness, it is like a blank piece of paper, from scratch, from a blank piece to a full paper of proverbs.

He was defenseless, standing on the shore, so close to the end of the years, what would he have done if he hadn't woken up from that dream?

Zhao Qianjia sat on the iron bump, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and deduced the feeling in his heart at that time.

Time shuttles by his side, he will not be affected, whether it is those people or immortals in the long river of years, they don't know that there is such an existence quietly observing them.

Slowly, he saw more people and things, and felt that there was no point in watching from the sidelines, so he naturally wanted to do something.

Zhao Qianjia thought about it in his dream, whether it was evil or justice, there were countless of them, there were too many, even if he managed ten or hundreds of things, there were still a lot of things that he couldn't manage, and this kind of thing to quench his thirst was not what he should do.

So, if there really is a sky and a heavenly way, will it want to take care of these things? Or will it want to manage the ignorant blank paper consciousness of the long river of time?

Zhao Qianjia's body began to tremble, and his mind began to swell, as if it was about to explode, which was very uncomfortable.

His mind was immersed in the world of deduction, and he did not perceive the abnormality of his physical body, only his consciousness was rapidly calculating, and he felt that he was close to the most correct path.

The corpse mountain Wuhe and the black hole with tears in their eyes jumped out of his memory again, stimulating his nerves.

The First Emperor, the Long River of Years, Ignorant Consciousness, Sword Mountain Sword Shrine...

He once jumped into the black hole, faced the tearful eyes that belonged to the "orchid", and then came into contact with the long river of time.

So what if he leaps into the long river of time and faces the past of right and wrong?

That's it! Opening his eyes, his feet kicked the iron bumps, and his figure swept upward, facing the sword hilt dome in the sword mountain.

"Boom!"

Countless sharp swords burst out of the mountain, crisscrossing the space at will, their shining cold light illuminating the infinite four directions, their sharp blades cutting through the solid space.

This horrific sight forcibly diverted the mind of the viewer and freed him from the infinite cycle of suffering.

The blue sword behind him let out a cheerful sword roar, and flew away with a "whoosh", joining the army of swords that broke through the mountain.

The viewer saw that in the depths of the sword jungle that swallowed mountains and rivers, there was a thin figure, holding a sword in his hand!