"I didn't expect this kid to clear the customs in such a way, the formation... This is rare. After Qingyang stepped into the heavy gate of the Xuanshi, the figure of the Heroic Soul Sha Luo slowly emerged from the void, but in his white eyes, there was a touch of essence, and he seemed to be more and more agile.

When Qingyang stepped into the heavy gate of the Xuanshi, a dim light shot from it, and what caught his eye was an ancient stone bridge, the stone bridge was yellowed, and it was carved with strange Sanskrit, which made people unable to see its specific meaning, and the bridge body of the whole bridge was not wide, Qingyang walked slightly towards the edge of the bridge, looked down, and immediately shrank his pupils slightly.

Underneath the bridge... It was a vast and endless black nothingness, which seemed to be filled with endless terror, even if he cultivated to the level of Qingyang, he would still feel his heart trembling, "Below... What the hell is it?"

Airplanes!

At this moment, the old man of the Yan Spirit slowly diffused out from the body of the True Yan Sword, his gaze first fell on the black void in confusion, and then as if he remembered something, his eyes immediately widened, and he said in disbelief: "Netherm... This is the Nether Mist!"

"I didn't expect... I didn't expect it, I didn't expect this Emperor Sword Monarch to have such great courage and actually raise the Netherworld Mist in his inheritance space!"

"Senior, what is the Nethermite Mist?" Qingyang frowned slightly when he heard this, and asked.

Hearing this, the old man Yan Ling fell silent, and then glanced at the black nothingness again, and said with a hint of vicissitudes in his tone: "The so-called Netherworld Mist is actually not a fog, but a living resentment, in other words... This is the most evil thing condensed from the last breath of resentment after the death of the Endless Man, I am afraid that this Emperor Sword Monarch raised such a thing in order to warm his sword in the stone. ”

"It's just a pity... He hadn't waited for the day when the Nether Mist would turn into a full-fledged body, otherwise... Maybe this Tiandang ruin will not become a relic. ”

Listening, Qingyang's pupils shrank slightly, the thing below is actually an aggregate of endless resentment, no wonder it is so terrifying, people are dying... Its resentment is extremely terrifying, I dare not imagine, if I fall into it, what will be the consequences, I am afraid that it will be full of resentment, and I can't turn a blind eye.

It's just that Qing Yang also has some doubts in his heart about the words of the old man Yan Ling, listening to his words, he seems to vaguely know some of the inside information of the Emperor Sword Monarch back then, and Qing Yang immediately asked: "Senior, why is this netherworld mist ripe, and the Tiandang Ruins will cease to exist?"

Hearing this, Old Man Yan Ling sighed softly and said, "This matter... The old man also knew very little, but he had vaguely heard that this Emperor Sword Monarch was at an important juncture in retreat to recuperate, and was attacked by the Yuan Demon Evil Clan, and in the end he seemed to be protecting something, and burned his soul to block the fatal blow of the Yuan Demon, and then he fell. ”

After a pause, Old Man Yan Ling continued, "But... If this Nether Mist matures, the Sword in the Stone can exert its forbidden power, as it does... I'm afraid that the Yuan Demon will not have a chance to kill the Emperor Sword Monarch..."

After saying this, the old man Yan Ling exhaled slightly, and his eyes looked a little vicissitudes, in that era... The Emperor Sword Monarch is also a generation of sword kings, but he didn't expect to end up hating this, which is somewhat regrettable.

Hearing this, Qingyang also fell silent, what kind of chaos was there in that era, it was impossible to imagine at all.

"Don't think too much, move on, if you can obtain the inheritance of the Emperor Sword Monarch here, I think it will also fulfill his wish. Emperor Sword Dao, although the evil spirit is heavy... But the right way to use it is personal. The old man said softly, and returned to the True Flame Sword.

In this regard, Qingyang nodded slightly, turned his head and looked around, there are navy blue stone walls all around, except for a bridge in front of him, there is nothing else, it seems that the test of this second level is to cross this bridge.

"Bridge?" A touch of coldness appeared in Qingyang's eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the lonely bridge road that he felt when he planted the road in the big dream, and he also had some bleak feelings at this moment.

Shaking his head slightly, Qingyang walked forward with steady steps, but after a few steps, his pupils shrank slightly, because three pieces of armor suddenly appeared in front of him, and the armor was burning with blue firelight, they floated in the void, but it gave Qingyang an extremely terrifying feeling.

"This is?" Qingyang muttered, frowning.

Shout!

In the next moment, the netherworld fog under the bridge suddenly soared up, and then poured into the three armors in the vibrating gaze of Qingyang, and the next moment something amazing happened, I saw that the armor seemed to come to life, and the dark black mist poured into the armor and turned into gray flesh and blood, and a pair of red eyes with a strong evil aura lit up suddenly.

Swish!

As the three pieces of armor were absorbed by the Nether Mist, they began to transform into three armored warriors, the three gray hands held slightly, and with a sigh, the three dark iron heavy swords condensed from the void, and a solemn aura swept out of them.

This breath made De Qingyang's scalp tingle suddenly, "This... This breath... Seven Mysterious Realms!!"

The three armored warriors suspended in front of Qing Yang had actually reached the cultivation of the Seven Xuan Realm, and the terrifying cultivation fluctuations spread out one after another along with the red light in their eyes, giving people a feeling of incomparability.

At this moment, a deep voice came from the mouth of the armored warrior who led him, "I am the Iron Sword Divine Guard under the seat of Lord Sword Monarch, and those who trespass into the Sword Hell Temple will be killed!"

"What?Iron Sword Divine Guard?!" Qingyang's heart shook slightly, but before he could react, the three Iron Sword Divine Guard's Xuantie heavy swords had already roared.

Shout!

The cultivation of the Seven Xuan Realm, a random sword slash, can cut through the void, three blue and gloomy sword shadows blocked towards the three dead corners of Qingyang, seeing this, Qingyang's face froze, and the true flame sword in his hand was out of the sheath with a bang, "A sword is cold!"

A little starlight illuminates the entire dark stone bridge, and then with a bang, Qingyang's entire figure flew out upside down, Qingyang's sword only blocked the attack of the iron sword god guard at the head, but the two sword shadows on the left and right wings have already surrounded and killed.

At the moment of emergency, Qingyang pinched the seal with one hand, and the fluctuations of spiritual power suddenly diffused out, "Immovable Yan King Array, protect!"

Airplanes!

The immovable flame king array that had been closed just now urged again without gaps, and the blazing flames immediately appeared from around Qingyang's body, turning into a flame barrier to protect Qingyang's entire body, but what made Qingyang shake was that the immovable flame king array clicked, and it was actually shattered!

Seeing this, Qingyang's heart was filled with a thick shock, what kind of way did these three guys come from, how could they be so powerful, at the same time, Qingyang's qi and blood surged, and the corners of his mouth began to overflow with a little blood, and the sword that had just collided with the iron sword divine guard directly injured Qingyang.

"Qingyang!If you can rely on the formation in your hand to get through the first level, then this second level... It's a complete strength level, those who don't have the strength will be killed in this level, the Iron Sword Divine Guard is the guard under the seat of the Sword Monarch before his death, they are willing to turn into food for the Netherworld Mist before they die, and turn their souls into Iron Sword Divine Guard, once someone breaks through the level, it will automatically appear, you want to pass this second level... They must be killed!"

"Otherwise... The one who dies is you. Suddenly, Sasha's voice rang out in the space.

(P: The author is not dead, but this time is really busy, and he can only maintain the update on the side of the cupola Kaling King, please bear with me, this book should be regarded as a book to read when you are bored and leisure, it is destined to be written slowly.) ）