Although there are many hidden swords in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and there are also a small number of swords that can be called superb, those swords are locked in the high pavilion, and with many prohibitions, the disciples of the sect cannot touch them at all, and the only ones they can choose are those ordinary swords.

Luo Fusheng is the protagonist, a rare Heavenly Spirit Root for thousands of years, how could he look down on those mortal products?

However, Luo Fusheng himself was a little nervous: "Master, there are so many swords, but the apprentice has not found a sword he likes, do you think that the apprentice's vision is too high?" ”

Ruan Mianmian said lightly: "For sword cultivation, the sword is the way we seek, and we would rather not take a sword than take a sword that is not suitable for you, so you did the right thing." ”

After making sure that the master did not blame himself, Luo Fusheng put his mind at ease: "The apprentice has been taught." ”

Ruan Mianmian: "Since there is no sword you want in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, you can only look for it elsewhere." ”

In the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect, there are two places where the most swords are hidden.

The first is the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, which contains countless swords, which are specially selected by the disciples of the sect.

The second is the sword mound.

The so-called sword shrine is the place where the ownerless sword that has been damaged or lost its owner rests in peace.

Ruan Mianmian took Luo Fusheng to the door of the sword mound.

The sect disciple in charge of guarding the sword mound stepped forward and saluted: "Meet Yuqing Daojun." ”

Ruan Mianmian: "I'll take the apprentices to the sword mound to have a look and open the door." ”

The disciples of the sect didn't think much about it, and immediately opened the prohibition, and the door of the sword mound slowly opened.

Luo Fusheng followed behind the master step by step and walked into the sword mound.

The inside of the sword mound was very dim, and there were swords stuck everywhere on the ground and on the rock walls.

Unlike the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, most of the swords here are dilapidated and dilapidated, and there is a thick sense of history.

Ruan Mianmian: "Fusheng, you go in and have a look, if you find the sword you like, bring it to me, I'll wait for you here." ”

"Hmm."

Luo Fusheng strode forward, carefully bypassing the swords on the ground, the more he walked inside, the dimmer the light became, the temperature became lower and lower, and there was an indescribable eerie feeling around him.

He was a little scared and couldn't help but stop and look back.

In the distance, he saw the figure of Shizun, who was still standing in place, her white dress like a bright moon, exuding a cold glow in the darkness.

The fear in Luo Fusheng's heart disappeared immediately.

As long as the master is there, he is not afraid of anything.

He withdrew his gaze and continued walking.

It was pitch black all around, there was no end in sight, Luo Fusheng didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that he had passed through many swords, many of which were rare and excellent. Some of the swords even gave birth to spiritual intelligence, and they sensed that Luo Fusheng was a rare Heavenly Spirit Root for a thousand years, and took the initiative to make a voice and beg him to stay.

"Hey, take me away."

"As long as you pull me out, I will belong to you."

"Trust me, there is no sword more suitable for you than me."

……

At first, Luo Fusheng was a little new, and he couldn't help but look at them more, he had never seen a talking sword before.

But then he listened to it a lot, and he got used to it.

These are rare good swords, but unfortunately they don't belong to him.

Luo Fusheng felt sorry, but his steps did not stop in the slightest and continued to move forward.

In a trance, he heard a faint voice.

"Floating, Floating......"

Who's calling him?

Luo Fusheng was puzzled, and he followed the voice to find it.

Originally, those sword spirits who were trying to keep him closed their mouths after hearing this voice, not daring to say anything more.

The entire sword mound fell into a dead silence again.

Only the faint voice still called.

"Come to me."

The further Luo Fusheng walked, the clearer the voice became, and his heart beat faster, as if he was eagerly anticipating something.

In the deepest part of the sword mound, in the boundless darkness, stood a black sword.

The entire body of the sword is pitch black, exuding a cold glow, which makes people feel a strong aura of danger for no reason.

Four chains bind the sword, immobilizing it.

Reason told Lofusheng that this sword was terrifying, and that he should stay away from it.

But his legs seemed to disobey the call, and he involuntarily continued to move forward.

Finally, he stopped in front of the black sword.

The blade trembled slightly, and the chains made a crisp metal crash.

"Float, hold me."

As if bewitched, Luo Fusheng raised his hand and grasped the hilt of his sword in a daze.

The black sword instantly sparked with light!

The iron chains that were originally wrapped around it couldn't withstand the force, and they broke one after another, and the metal chains fell to the ground, and the entire sword mound shook with it, and the sword spirits in the sword mound let out a frightened cry.

Ruan Mianmian noticed something unusual in the depths of the sword mound.

Her figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared beside Luo Fusheng.

At this time, Luo Fusheng had already pulled out the black sword.

A black aura spread upwards along Luo Fusheng's palm, like a cursed magic pattern, devouring him little by little.

Ruan Mianmian's expression changed.

This black sword is not owned by the Heavenly Sword Sect, it is originally a thing of the demon race, and it is called the Ten Directions Annihilation.

As soon as the heavenly demons come out, all directions will be destroyed!

The monks who once died under this sword do not know how many, the evil it has caused is so great that the several masters who have owned it have not died well, and by coincidence, it fell into the Heavenly Sword Sect. The head of the sect wanted to destroy it, but after trying many methods, it was still intact, and in the end it could only be sealed in the depths of the sword mound.

And according to the original plot, the destruction of all directions did become Luo Fusheng's sword in the end, but that was after Luo Fusheng became a Dan.

At this time, Luo Fusheng had just built the foundation, and his cultivation was low, and he was powerless to suppress the destruction of the ten directions.

Right now, the ten directions are destroying the demonic nature, and they are actually going to fight against Luo Fusheng!

Ruan Mianmian shouted Luo Fusheng's name twice, but Luo Fusheng didn't react, his expression was sluggish, and he seemed to have been controlled by the Ten Directions.

In the blink of an eye, black magic patterns had crawled all over Luo Fusheng's entire arm, and were spreading towards his neck.

Ruan Mianmian was so anxious that she reached out to grab the black sword in his hand.

Sensing her intentions, the Ten Directions immediately manipulated Luo Fusheng to raise his sword and stab at Ruan Mianmian!

Ruan Mianmian didn't dare to fight back, for fear of hurting Luo Fusheng.

She could only grab the blade with her bare hands, and shouted: "Fusheng, wake up!" ”

The blade of the sword sliced through the jade-like skin, and blood spilled out.

The blood stained in all directions became more and more excited, and the sword body trembled violently.

Blood, blood, it's going to get more blood......

Luo Fusheng's pupils shrank sharply when his gaze touched the blood.

It was the blood of the Master.

Shizun was injured.

Thinking that his favorite master was actually injured, Luo Fusheng's heart suddenly gave birth to a strong anger, which caused him to break through the shackles and break away from the control of the ten directions, and his originally empty and dull eyes instantly returned to light.

"Master, let go!"

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