The world tonight is not destined to be peaceful.

South of Chongzhou, a wild land.

In the silent sword mausoleum, an old man with white hair and Meng Liang, dressed in black, sat cross-legged on their knees.

Suddenly, a crisp sword roar came from afar.

It's like a rooster singing, and after a roar, those thousands of long swords that are silent in the sword tomb are roaring one after another.

In an instant, the sound of swords converged into the sea, resounding endlessly.

The barbarians of the Southern Wilderness didn't know what to say, thinking that it was the anger of the immortals, so they knelt on the ground at that time, repented sincerely, and begged the immortals for forgiveness.

And the old man and the young man who were sitting in the sword tomb opened their eyes one after another, Meng Liang was full of doubts, but the old man was worried.

"Uncle Shi?" Meng Liang was about to ask, but the old man stretched out his hand and signaled him not to say more, and then he stood up and led Meng Liang out of the dilapidated grass hut in front of the Sword Tomb.

Out of the thatched house, Meng Liang was surprised to find that the long swords that were silently inserted into the sword tomb as if they were ordinary iron on weekdays were all shining with dazzling light at this moment, and the bright sword light and the stars in the sky reflected each other, shining this cold sword tomb like daylight.

Ke Rao is such a vision, and it didn't make the old man sigh for half a minute, he put his hands behind his back, and still walked slowly towards the depths of the Sword Tomb.

Meng Liang came to the Sword Tomb for less than ten days, but he also probably knew what the responsibilities of the Sword Tomb were, and today's vision was obviously extremely unusual, but the old man did not say anything, Meng Liang did not ask questions after all, he could only respectfully follow the other party and keep moving forward.

As he continued to go deeper, the long swords inserted into the yellow sand gradually became scarce, but the sword intent that lingered in the sword tomb became more and more intense, and the body Meng Liang had to gather the strength of his body to ensure that he was not injured by those sword intents.

Meng Liang knew that this was because the sword buried in the sword tomb was also strong and weak, and the spirit inhabiting the sword body was also different from high and low, so the more he went inside, the less and less the sword intent became, but the sword intent did not decrease but increased.

Finally, they came to the end of the Sword Tomb.

There is a gate made of unknown material, the material is indescribable, but the gate is carved with all kinds of strange patterns, and from a distance it looks simple and deep, like a gate of hell with evil spirits closed.

And just in front of this gate, there were more than thirty long swords inserted in a row.

Obviously, these thirty or so long swords are different from those outside the long swords.

Among them, there are swords that are more than five feet long and have a clear body, and there are also swords that are no more than two feet short but not as sharp as the teeth of a beast, and there are even more swords that are as heavy as mountains and as big as the arms of bulls.

But without exception, the sword bodies of these divine swords were flowing with brilliant brilliance, and the faint sword intent made Meng Liang's heart tremble. And they were inserted in front of the gate without moving, lined up, as if they were guarding something, and as if they were defending against something.

"These are the swords in front of the Sword Tomb Sect of the past dynasties. ”

The old man in front of him, who had been silent, finally spoke at that time, and his tone was calm, but there was a hidden ravine.

The old man was silent again before he spoke again, "If I die, you must also send my sword here." ”

Meng Liang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say something: such as Uncle Shi is in the prime of life, why should he die, and so on, but these manuscripts were put in his heart, and the old man stepped forward again and bowed to the more than thirty divine swords in front of him.

"The thirty-ninth generation of Jianling is in charge, Wang Yangming greets you!"

When these words came out, Jianling was silent.

Meng Liang, who thought that there would be some vision, was waiting for a long time, but he didn't see any reaction for a long time, but his old master still bowed his head, and he couldn't help but secretly slander in his heart, isn't this master who has been alone in Jianling for a long time, and his brain is broken?

Thinking like this, Meng Dagongzi felt quite reasonable, he wanted to come to this sword tomb for decades, and no one said a word, some abnormalities are also normal, but...

Thinking that he would have this kind of encounter in the future, Meng Gongzi's heart was desolate.

In the spirit of respecting this teacher, he was hesitating whether to remind himself of this master, but his mouth opened.

Zheng!

I only heard a sword roar, and then the more than thirty divine swords lit up with a dazzling divine light.

As a result, phantom shadows spilled out from the swords, standing on top of those long swords like immortals.

Meng Liang saw it clearly, although the appearance of those figures was not condensed, but after they appeared, the sword intent in this sword tomb suddenly became violent, and Meng Liang realized that this was the spirit of those previous generations of masters who lived in the sword!

"What are you calling us?" Meng Liang was still immersed in such a change, and among those phantoms, a person's voice sounded, his tone was low and majestic like a mountain.

The old man, who had been bowing his head, finally raised his head at that time.

He looked at the row of phantoms in front of him and replied in a deep voice, "Please sword." ”

In just two words, it was like a stone thrown into the quiet lake, causing an uproar.

"Wang Yangming!" One person drank it at the moment, and the sound was like thunder, which shook Meng Liang's eardrums and hurt, "Back then, you connived at your disciple Canghai Liuliu to steal the Xingtian Sword, and it was already an extrajudicial favor for us to let his sword spirit be included in the Sword Tomb, you can't do it yourself, and now you come to ask for the sword!"

When the old man heard this, he did not defend himself, and still stood quietly in place.

"Yang Ming, there was still a last resort to steal the sword in the sea, why do you want to ask for a sword today? You have always been old and serious, you should know what kind of harm the fierce sword will cause if it enters the world..." Compared with the previous person's scolding, this person is much kinder in tone and attitude.

"Master, Patriarchs, please look up. Wang Yangming said again at that time.

Everyone was stunned, although they were puzzled in their hearts, but they still looked up at that time.

But at this moment he saw that the stars above the dome were shining, and seven of them stood among the stars like kings, shining like the sun.

Meng Liang couldn't see it clearly, so he only felt that today's stars were shining and it was very good-looking. But when those phantoms saw such a scene clearly, they were shocked, and their faces were shocked.

"This—" They withdrew their gazes after a few breaths, and looked at each other, the look of horror in their eyes increasing rather than decreasing.

After a long time, one of them let out a long sigh and said, "He's coming..."

"This is an ultimatum," the old man said again, his expression still indifferent. "Kunlun's Heavenly Pillar has collapsed, and the immortals are asking for self-protection, and there is not much time left for us...."

After these words came out, there was silence again in the Sword Tomb.

The aura around those phantoms flickered with their heads down, as if they were thinking, as if they were hesitating about something.

Then after more than ten breaths, those figures disappeared suddenly.

Before Meng Liang could ask what the ending of the tiger and snake tail meant, the giant door behind the long sword made a loud bang, and I saw that the strange lines on the giant door lit up with bursts of red light, and then the giant door slowly opened automatically.

"Thank you, patriarchs. The old man bowed to the swords again, and then stepped forward.

Seeing this, Meng Liang hurriedly followed.

......

After the giant gate, there were no demons and monsters in Liang's imagination.

There was only a huge stone pillar there.

The stone pillars were also covered with strange patterns, but in the center there were three sword holes, one of which was vacant, and the other two were each inserted into a long sword, and the blade was not visible, only the hideous hilt was exposed.

"Among the sword tombs, there are three fierce swords in the town. ”

"One day of punishment, you can commit a crime. ”

"A dragon can devour all souls. ”

"A prison abyss can open the ghost door. ”

"The three swords are all great evil things, and they are born of murderous spirits and devouring the Lord. ”

At that time, standing in front of this stone pillar, the old man's words suddenly increased.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple has written it down, don't worry, since I have come to the Sword Tomb, I will definitely swear to defend the Sword Tomb, and anyone who wants to take the sword will have to step over my Meng Liang's corpse. I don't know what Meng Liang thought in his heart, but at that time, he patted his chest and said with pride.

After hearing this, the old man's face was still calm, he glanced at the man beside him lightly, and said.

"This world is being swallowed up by darkness..."

"The Watcher is here, and we have no way back but to give it a go..."

"So, you pick one. ”