After all the five Tibetan qi in the body of the pastoral path was converted into red aura, the breakthrough in the foundation of the pastoral path was also nearing the end.

After all the yin and yang fish on his chest disappeared, Mu Jinglu, who was lying flat, suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment Mu Jinglu's eyes opened, a red sword light flashed, silently shooting towards a small hill several zhang in the distance.

There was a loud bang, and the small hill was shattered by the sword light of the pasture path.

"How do you feel?" the voice of the sword confusion sounded, and the frightened pastoral path road jumped violently.

The jumping of the pastoral path made the body of the pastoral path suddenly lose its mysterious power and quickly fell to the ground.

Although it was not high above the ground, it was suddenly weightless, which startled the pasture path. The pastoral path struggled twice, and slammed into the vestibule of the other courtyard with a thud.

"Ouch!" Mu Jinglu rubbed his aching ass and stood up in embarrassment.

"Familiarize yourself with the power in your body, the little heavenly tribulation is coming soon. The three of them also landed, looked at Mu Jinglu with a sigh on their faces, and continued: "You have only completed the transformation of spiritual power now, and if you want to truly enter the Red Rank, you still need the tempering of the Heavenly Tribulation. ”

As soon as Jian Qi finished speaking, the top of the pastoral path immediately darkened. Jian Yu looked at the sky, glanced at Zhang Muchen and Huang Chenglin again, and disappeared into the courtyard of Mujing Road with a sigh.

Pastoral path was stunned at first, and then frowned.

No, how do you feel that there is a yin wind everywhere! Especially under the crotch, there are bursts of coolness constantly.

Mu Jinglu subconsciously looked down and exclaimed miserably: ", I'm lost!"

Mu Jinglu subconsciously took out a new robe from the Sumeru ring and hurriedly put it on his body.

Before the pasture road could come to its senses, the black clouds above his head suddenly flashed with thunder, and more than a dozen red thunderbolts rushed towards the pasture road.

There was a loud bang, and the pasture path was struck by more than a dozen thunderbolts. The Taoist robe that had just been put on his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Mu Jinglu, who was blackened and emitted black smoke, looked confused, and looked stunned at the seven tombs and Lu Chu who had just rushed into the courtyard, and looked at his Seven Tombs and Lu Chu with concern.

The two of them who rushed in also looked at the pastoral path in confusion, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, and they didn't know what to do.

But when the two of them saw the snake-like brothers under the crotch of the pasture road, the seven tombs and Lu Chu's mouths were wide open, and then they subconsciously looked at their lower bodies.

After a long pause, the two looked at each other, shook their heads in shame, and walked indifferently outside the gate of the courtyard.

The pasture path road was about to chase out the door, and the black cloud above the head flashed brightly again, and more than a dozen thunderbolts slashed towards the pasture path.

In desperation, the pastoral path had no choice but to stop and concentrate on the little catastrophe.

At the beginning, the pastoral path also turned the aura in the body to the left, which was used to resist the small heavenly tribulation. But when the trail found that no matter how much he resisted, the thunder would burrow into his body and wreak havoc in his own flesh.

The thunder didn't seem to hurt the pasture path, and there was no other feeling after the tingling sensation that ran through the whole body at the beginning.

Since it was harmless to himself, Mu Jinglu didn't bother to take a chance, so he simply jumped into the pool next to him and took a thunder bath comfortably.

If ordinary people survive the small tribulation, the final thunder tribulation can greatly strengthen the body of the tribulator.

However, before surviving the Little Heavenly Tribulation, Mu Jinglu's body had been tempered by the Nine Heavenly Tribulation Thunder, and the degree of physical enhancement was already comparable to that of a late-stage cultivator in the Orange Realm. And with the growth of the pasture road, the body of the pasture road will continue to strengthen.

With such a strong body, in the face of this "weak" little catastrophe, it is indeed like playing.

A few days later, Jian Yu led the pasture path through the clouds alone and came to the forbidden place of Sword Mountain: the Sword Shrine.

What is a sword mound, simply put, is the place where the sword is buried.

"Senior nephew, this is the forbidden place of my Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate. My Sword Pavilion can have no mountain gate, no main hall, and even no Scripture Pavilion and Transmission Pavilion. ”

"But as long as the Sword Pavilion is still there, the Sword Shrine can't be lost. The sword mound is the foundation of my sword pavilion. ”

Jian Yu went to the middle two of the past, and his face was awe-inspiring and steady.

The reason why the sword mound is the most important place in the Sword Pavilion is because among the sword mounds, there are all the famous, alive and nameless swords in the world from ancient times to the present.

There are ancient swords such as the legendary fish intestines and giant que, as well as swords used by kings or powers such as the Goujian sword of King Yue, the male and female double-strand sword, and the Yitian sword.

Of course, there are many gods and demons swords that are not famous in the world, but can accompany their masters to kill gods and demons.

After the foundation building of the Sword Pavilion disciples was completed, they all took a chance to go to the Sword Shrine and look for the sword.

This time, the pasture road went into the sword mound, and he came to look for the sword.

In the memory of the sword confusion, from the generation of the master of the sword confusion to the present, the sword pavilion has not met a disciple above the yin and yang sword physique.

It is also for this reason that the Sword Pavilion has been able to hold on for hundreds of years only if the Sword Confusion generation has been able to hold on for a few hundred years.

If the qualifications are not enough, the breakthrough will naturally be slow. Although each breakthrough would greatly increase a cultivator's lifespan, in the long path of cultivation, there were a few that could resist it.

People are looking for swords, and swords are naturally looking for people, and there may be many reasons.

It is possible that the disciples of the Sword Pavilion who came have a similar temperament to the previous master and will be recognized by the famous sword; it is also possible that the attributes of the exercises match the attributes of the famous sword; and it is also possible that some of the sword spirits who already have spirits are bored in the sword shrine and want to go out of the sword shrine with the disciples of the Sword Pavilion and go out to have a look.

No matter what the reason is, to be able to get the recognition of the famous sword, there must be something that ordinary people can't reach.

Not everyone will receive the Famous Sword entity after being recognized. It is also possible to only get the sword intent inheritance of the famous sword and create a shocking sword technique.

But whether it is a famous sword entity or just a sword intent, as long as it can obtain the recognition of a famous sword, in the future, on the Xuanwei Continent, he will definitely become a generation of grandmasters and become famous all over the world.

The Sword Pavilion has experienced tens of thousands of years of inheritance, and naturally there have been disciples of the Sword Pavilion who have neither obtained the Famous Sword Entity nor the Inheritance of the Famous Sword Intent.

Most of these disciples will be forgotten by the tide of history. However, there are also geniuses with extreme understanding and extraordinary talents, who create their own sword skills and forge their own swords, and then are worshiped and amazed by the people of the world.

is also such a genius, after his death, there are more and more famous swords in the sword mound.

Perhaps due to the influence of the sword's confusion, Mu Jinglu's expression at this time was also very solemn and shocking.

The Sword Mountain was originally extremely high, and the Pastoral Road thought that it should be able to see the top of the Sword Mountain after passing through the previous clouds, but when the Pastoral Road passed through the clouds, the Pastoral Road saw that there were still clouds above the clouds, and the top of the Sword Mountain could still not be seen.

Matsujiro looked at his feet, then overhead, and then looked around.

Except for the sword mountain, which is divided by upper and lower clouds, as far as the eye can see, there are white clouds, and it seems that there is no edge in sight.

Divided by clouds, Sword Mountain has no greenery, no red, only cliffs.

From a distance, there was no fierce murderous aura or terrifying dead aura that Mu Jinglu thought, only infinite silence.

The sword mound without the slightest breath made the pasture road involuntarily produce infinite awe.

"Uncle Shi, since the sword mound of our Sword Pavilion is so important, why ......?"

"Why isn't there anything special?" Jian Yu took over the words of the pastoral path, smiled lightly, and said lightly: "You'll know later." ”

When Mujing Lu heard this, he was slightly stunned, and he didn't know why.

Jian Yu didn't explain, but asked solemnly, "Do you remember what I told before I went up the mountain?"

Mu Jinglu nodded solemnly: "After entering the Sword Shrine, you must keep your heart." ”

Jian Yu nodded with satisfaction, and as soon as the sword finger came out, he swiped lightly in front of him, and said with a solemn face: "Go in." ”

As soon as the sword pointed at the sword, a three-foot-wide light gate suddenly appeared before the pasture path, glowing with a colorful halo.

The pastoral path was abrupt for a while. The Sword Shrine is so important to the Sword Pavilion, it must be a strong prohibition, maybe what I see now is not the real Sword Shrine.

Mu Jinglu took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then stepped into the void light gate that the sword slashed out of.

At the moment when Mujing Lu stepped into the light gate, there was another exhortation from behind him: "Senior nephew, be respectful to the sword slave." ”

"Sword slave, what sword slave?" Mu Jinglu muttered suspiciously, and before he could ask, he was sucked away by the light gate.

After a slight dizziness, Pastoral Road suddenly appeared in a world of swords.

The mountain is still the same mountain, and the clouds are still the clouds seen by the pasture road.

Everywhere you look, it's full of devastation, like a forgotten battlefield, full of stumps and severed limbs. It's just that on this battlefield, it is the sword that has the severed arm, not the man.

10,000 handles, 100,000 handles, or 10,000 handles? In the eyes of Mu Jinglu, in addition to the sword, it is still a sword.

There are long swords, there are short swords, there are iron swords, there are bronze swords, there are full fancy swords, and there are broken swords that are broken and silent.

Most of them were stuck in the dirt or rocks, some of them hung from the dead branches of the mountain, and a few of the broken swords floated in the air like ghosts.

The atmosphere in the sword mound was very oppressive, making Mu Jinglu feel tightness in his chest.

I don't know if it was awe, or I was afraid of disturbing the sleep of the famous swords and divine swords, after the pastoral path landed, the pestle stayed in place and didn't dare to move.

The air is filled with all kinds of disturbing atmospheres, some sad, some heroic, and some long-term affection. In a trance, Mu Jinglu even felt that what he saw was not a sword, but a living person.

Subconsciously, the pastoral path crosses the first step.

As soon as the left foot that took the first step hit the ground, the entire sword mound suddenly trembled violently, startling the pastoral path.

"Young man, you're looking for a sword?"

An old voice remembered in Mu Jinglu's ear, and Mu Jinglu quickly withdrew his left foot and looked behind him.

After turning around, Mujing Road realized that there was a building behind him that looked like a stone gate. The stone gate is somewhat dilapidated, and only the broken stone pillars on both sides remain.

Next to the stone pillar, stood a man dressed in black.

The man in black was holding a rusty sword that had rotted to the point of not working, and his coat and hat covered the entire face of the man in black, and from the perspective of the pasture road, only the chin full of stubble could be seen leaking.

The man in black was eight feet long, shorter than the pasture path. The wide black robe can't see the physique of the man in black, and naturally he can't see it.

Mu Jinglu could only judge from the hands and leaking chin of the man in black that the black man in front of him should be a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Could this be the sword slave? Recalling his admonition when he crossed the light gate, the sword confused, Mu Jinglu had doubts in his heart.

Mu Jinglu turned around and bowed towards the black-robed man: "Disciple Mu Jinglu, meet the seniors." ”

As soon as Mu Jinglu spoke, the black-robed man seemed to suddenly fall silent and did not answer immediately. After two breaths, Mu Jinglu raised his head suspiciously, looked at the black-robed man suspiciously, and shouted in a low voice: "Senior?"

The black-robed man shuddered lightly at the shout of the pasture path. As if he didn't want Mu Jinglu to see his face, the black-robed man turned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Young man, are you here to find a sword?"

Mu Jinglu frowned slightly, but still bowed his hand respectfully: "Yes, senior." ”

"Identity Sword Order!"

The black-robed man leaned sideways and stretched out his left hand without a sword to the pastoral path.

Mu Jinglu was stunned when he heard this, what the hell is the identity sword order? Uncle Shi didn't say what identity token was needed.

"No sword order?" said the black-robed man, the rusty sword in his right hand slowly raised, and at the same time, with a slight anger, he said in a deep voice: "Then offend." ”

"Senior, wait!" Mu Jinglu suddenly remembered the chief sword order that Jian Yu had given him, and quickly took out the chief sword order from the Sumeru ring and held it in his hand.

Although I can't tell the rank of the man in front of me, being able to become the guardian of the sword shrine is definitely not a simple role. Mu Jinglu naturally heard the anger in the black-robed man's tone, and naturally moved quickly in fright.

"Can this be used as an identity sword order?"

"Chief?"

Seeing that the black-robed man knew him, Mu Jinglu nodded fiercely and said, "Yes, yes, yes." Senior, the kid is the contemporary chief disciple of the Sword Pavilion, this can be regarded as an identity sword order. ”

The black-robed man put away the rusty sword in his hand and said in an unhappy tone, "The Sword Pavilion has fallen into such a depraved state, and the chief disciple is actually a junior who has just completed foundation building?"

The words of the black-robed man made Mu Jinglu angry. The slightly angry Mu Jinglu put away the frightened look just now, and said in a deep voice: "The predecessor is a sword slave?"

The inquiry of the pasture path made the black-robed man obviously stunned.

The sword slaves who can be mentioned in the Sword Shrine are either the elders of the Sword Pavilion or the disciples that the Sword Pavilion focuses on cultivating. The man in the black robe didn't expect that the current head of the family would attach so much importance to this young man who had just built a foundation and stepped into the red ranks.

The black-robed man nodded slightly, acknowledging his identity.

"Then please also ask the sword slave seniors to stick to their duties and take care of the sword mound!" Mu Jinglu said confidently: "Whether the Sword Pavilion is down, its own kid can carry it on one shoulder, and it is not the turn of the sword slave seniors to point fingers." ”

The words of the pastoral path road made the sword slave suddenly angry, and with a secret snort, his whole body erupted with a fierce murderous aura, and swept towards the pastoral path.

The coercion generated by the murderous aura in the sky caught the pasture road off guard, and his legs trembled, and he was about to kneel down.

Mujinglu snorted, and the broken sword suddenly appeared in Mujinglu's hand, and the red sword burst out, and then slammed into the stone in front of the pasture road, supporting Mujinglu's body.

Mu Jinglu stared at the sword slave fiercely, and in order to resist the coercion from the sword slave, his legs and right hand trembled wildly.

Huh, what a pure aura! The aura emitted by the pastoral path made the black-robed sword slave slightly stunned, and then surprised.

The red level has such a pure aura, which naturally makes the black-robed sword slave have the idea of trying it out. The black-robed sword slave was silent, and the coercion on his body strengthened a little again.

The weight on his shoulders is no longer something that the pasture path can bear. But Mu Jinglu didn't want to admit defeat like this, and he didn't want to be looked down upon by this person of unknown origin.

The aura in the body of the pastoral path was running wildly, and the Dao robe on his body was windless. He didn't hold out for three breaths, and with a bang, the right knee of the trail slammed into the boulder, smashing the situation into countless cracks.

What about thunder? What about electricity? Every time Ben Gongzi kneels, don't you all have to come out to scare Ben Gongzi? Why are they all shrinking up today? Ha! Come out!

Mujing Road, who was so pressed by coercion that he couldn't raise his head, broke out again in the second middle school's complaints, and he kept cursing in his heart.

Even if he knelt on one knee, Mu Jinglu still did not admit defeat, fighting the possibility of his neck being crushed, raised his head fiercely, and stared at the sword slave with red eyes.

At this time, there were big waves in the sword slave's heart.

Although I only used less than one layer of coercion, I am a blue-level third-grade cultivator, and with the cultivation of the first rank of the boy grade, I can actually resist three breaths. Even with the physique of my Yin Yang Sword Body, the Red Rank couldn't resist the coercion of the Blue Rank Master back then.

Don't... Could it be that this kid is a Chaos Sword Body!!

From just one chin, Mu Jinglu could not see the state of mind of the sword slave at this time, and could only see from the trembling hands of the sword slave that the sword slave's heart was not so calm at this time.

Hmph! I know the stakes of this son! I want my son to kneel, delusional!

The rusty sword in the black-robed sword slave's hand danced lightly, making Mu Jinglu feel the coercion of the threat of death suddenly disappear.

"Remember your words today. If you can't see the prosperity of the Sword Pavilion, you kid will wait to die!"

"Let's go in!" Without waiting for Mu Jinglu to retort, the sword slave continued: "People look for swords, and swords also look for people! If you can get the approval of the divine sword, take the sword out, don't disturb the other sword spirits." ”

The thrilling experience made Mu Jinglu understand that the sword slave was just trying to punish his arrogance. The respect for the sword spirit in the last sentence made Mu Jinglu respect the sword slave, although Mu Jinglu didn't know why he respected the sword spirit.

"Thank you Sword Slave senior!" Mu Jinglu breathed for a moment, and after he was able to act, he stood up and waved his hand at the Sword Slave, looking at the Sword Slave with a respectful face.

The sword slave turned sideways slightly, leaving only his back to Mu Jing Lu, and then waved his hand casually, signaling Mu Jing Lu to hurry in.

The pastoral path gave up again, and then he turned around, lifted his feet again, and walked towards the sword mound.

At this time, outside the sword mound, Jian Chao put his hands on his chest, and sighed as if he wanted to watch a play: "Tut-tut, junior brother, don't blame senior brother, senior brother just does things according to the rules of the ancestors, right?"

"But if my junior brother sees this kid, he will definitely be more excited than me. Yin and Yang Sword Body! That's the same physique as the junior brother. Plus the sword technique of the reincarnation of life and death. Hahaha... Hahaha..."

Jian Yu laughed madly.