On the stone bridge of the second level, a deep cyan sword mark lay across the bridge deck, and there was still a terrifying aura on it, but there was no figure of the Iron Sword Divine Guard, they had long since turned into a pile of smoke and dust and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Airplanes!

The figure of the Heroic Soul Shara slowly emerged from the void, his eyes slightly deepened to the place where the stone door was closed, and exclaimed, "This young man... He was able to burst out with such a powerful force, maybe he would really be able to pass the test left by the Sword Monarch. ”

......

When Qingyang stepped through the gate of the second level, there was an extra ink-colored spar in his hand, which was left over when he defeated the Iron Sword Divine Guard, "What the hell is this?"

Qingyang's fingers rubbed the stone slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and at this moment, the voice of the old man Yanling slowly sounded, and said: "Qingyang, this is a netherworld stone, I have a good collection, maybe it will be of great use in the future." ”

"Nether Stone?"

"Yes, the crystalline stone formed by the Netherworld Qi all over its body, if I guessed correctly, it should have a great relationship with the sword in the stone we saw earlier. Old Man Yan Ling speculated.

Hearing this, Qingyang nodded slightly, and it didn't take long for him to include the Netherstone in Luo Jie, and now was not the time to study it carefully, because he had to use the effect of the current Douzi Technique to continue to rush through the third level!

I have to say that the cultivation of the peak of the Nine Xuan Realm does make Qingyang feel comfortable, this kind of power that dominates everything will fill people's hearts with great comfort and joy, which is why so many cultivators are desperately trying to reach the Nine Xuan Realm, within the Nine Xuan, every time they break through a small realm, it is a great change.

However, the third level in front of him made De Qingyang's heart a touch of doubt, and what came into view was a huge hall, which was very gorgeous, with everlasting lamps burning, but there were no creatures in the hall, only some hideous statues sitting in it.

If it is a person who has never seen the world here, I am afraid that he will be frightened and turn blue, but for a cultivator like Qingyang, who has stepped into a certain level, all demons and gods are illusory, not non-existent, but the so-called demons and monsters are just a manifestation of energy, which is energy, can be cultivated, and can be broken.

Swish!

At this moment, a gentle footstep slowly came from the depths of the hall, and for a moment Qingyang's heart became vigilant, the person who came was not good, this second level was so difficult, not to mention the next third level, Qingyang would not be naïve to think that this third level would be a good stubble.

"Who!" Qingyang snorted, his eyes were sharp, the energy of the peak of the Nine Xuan Realm in his body rushed out like a torrent, and the surrounding space began to distort frequently, and it was also during the period of entering the peak of the Nine Xuan Realm in a short period of time that Qing Yang found that the power of the original space was so strong, such as at this moment... If he wanted to, he could make the space collapse with a raise of his hand, and use the space as his means of attack, which was extremely powerful.

However, the footsteps continued, the depths of the hall were still dark, Qingyang saw that no one responded, his heart was more cautious, his fingers moved slightly, and an invisible spatial fluctuation ejected violently, seemingly invisible, but this fluctuation is extremely lethal, I am afraid that below the Nine Xuan Realm, no one can stop it.

Airplanes!

However, it was such a strong spatial attack, and when it was about to permeate the depths of the main hall, it suddenly disappeared, as if water droplets were converging into the sea, without the slightest repercussion, this strange situation made De Qingyang's heart skip a beat, which was not a good sign.

"Who the hell is it! What kind of ability is it to hide your head and jump your head!" Qingyang shouted again, and Qingyang's voice echoed throughout the hall.

Finally, in this moment... The owner of the footsteps seemed to be willing to reveal his figure, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and at the same time, a sigh that seemed to come from the eternals slowly diffused, and the entire hall suddenly had a vicissitudes of life.

Whew!

The moment that sigh sounded, the ever-bright lights in the entire hall began to light or dark, as if some terrible existence had appeared, and the entire hall was filled with strange colors.

Alas.

Another sigh, but this time... This light sigh was very clear, and at the same time, Qingyang's pupils suddenly shrank, because a figure finally appeared in front of him.

That's amazing... It's a gray-haired old man!

His height only reached Qingyang's chest, his clothes were ragged, his hair was scattered, and a pair of old arms were slightly lowered, this was an extremely ordinary old man, without the slightest fluctuation in his body, but the moment Qingyang saw his eyes, his heart was suddenly tingling.

This old man...

It was a pair of vicissitudes of life, there was no whites in the gray pupils, like a living dead, but the eyes were filled with a deep and extreme light, the moment he saw Qingyang, there seemed to be a faint trace of excitement on his ancient face.

"Many... For a long time..."

A hoarse voice suddenly came out of his throat, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, the voice he came out was extremely muddy, Qingyang could only barely hear what it meant, but there were great emotional fluctuations in this voice.

"How long has it been... Old man... The old man has finally waited for the living to come here..."His voice was very low, but it carried a very vicissitudes of life.

Hearing this, Qingyang's heart set off a turbulent wave, he had already risen to the strength of the peak of the Nine Xuan Realm, but the old man in front of him, just glanced at him, and was hurt by him, what kind of strength is this old man!

After taking a breath, Qingyang slowly suppressed the shock in his heart and asked softly, "Who is Your Excellency?

"Who am I? I'm lonely... Hahaha! It's so lonely for eternity... The old man has been waiting here for a thousand years!" The old man finally came back to his senses, and after hearing Qingyang's words, he laughed loudly, and there was endless desolation in the laughter, and... Thick loneliness.

"What's the third level?!"

Suddenly, the old man's tone became fierce, and at the same time, his eyes were also filled with a strong murderous aura, and the space around him shattered at that moment, this scene once again convinced De Qingyang that this old man was probably an extremely terrifying old immortal!

"The old man is trapped here by the damned Emperor!You ask me what is the third level?!"

"Millennium... It's been a thousand years! It's been a thousand years! The third level is me... It's me!"

The old man promised to keep your inheritance for 500 years, but I didn't expect you to imprison me here, the years are merciless, and the millennium has passed... Who is the old man... Hahaha... The old man is the sword slave - the keeper of the third level!" The sword slave laughed maniacally, and then scolded again, and was very emotional.

......

Outside of the trial, the Sword Hell Space was finally discovered, and a large number of people stepped on this space with a strong momentum, at first glance... And they saw the door of trial that had been opened, and... The dead Mu Tianyue and Chen Cheng.

"It seems... The little mouse went in first. Standing in front, a touch of coldness appeared on Du Xingchen's handsome face, and the sword eyebrows that flew up diagonally raised slightly.

"Young Master... Even if they go in, it's just to explore the way for the young master, and if I guess correctly, it should be the inheritance of the world-shaking Emperor Sword Monarch ten thousand years ago, and this kind of sword inheritance is destined to belong to the young master. An old man in a black robe showed a pair of wrinkled arms and said respectfully.

Hearing this, Du Xingchen's face slowly showed a confident smile, "Hmph, this is natural." When I win the inheritance, I'm afraid that even Du Shouyan will no longer be my opponent, and then... I, Du Xingchen, am the first person under the younger generation of the Du family!"

"Hahahaha!"

Rustling.

Just when Du Xingchen was laughing loudly, a faint voice suddenly came out in front of the trial gate, and Du Xingchen, who heard this voice, suddenly snorted coldly: "Who is it!!"

(P: The hero is full of spirit for a while, the power of a sword is willing to be a slave, buried in the years for thousands of years, who can understand the loneliness of eternity?)