This is a secluded cave, which should be located inside a certain peak, with a radius of several hundred meters, and there are strange-shaped stalactites hanging down like swords. On the surrounding cliffs, there are various words and patterns carved on them, as if they are engraved with the years, revealing an ancient and heavy atmosphere.

Gazing at it, these patterns, one by one, are the ancestors of the Sword Pavilion for generations, with different styles, brilliance, lifelike, as if they are immersive, admired and admired.

Xia Huang's predecessor was the young hall master of the Dragon Hall, and he had also heard many secret anecdotes about the Sword Pavilion, but he never knew that there was such a secret place in the Sword Pavilion.

The cave is not open to the outside world, nor does it see the light of the day, but it is not dark, but as bright as day.

The light came from a pool in the cave.

The pool is not too big, with a radius of eight or nine meters, exuding a misty mist and milky white liquid, rich and pure, as if it has condensed the essence of heaven and earth. Take a slight breath, and the wisps of breath penetrate through the bottom of the heart, making people feel like they have been baptized, which is refreshing.

Cough! Cough!

A cough sounded, and I saw Gongsun Hao sitting on the ground, covering his lips with his hand, and when he reached out his hand, the palm of his hand was already stained with coughed blood.

Fighting with Qin Huotuo had already caused Gongsun Hao to be injured, and then, under the pressure of Qin Huotuo, he forcibly activated the spatial teleportation charm, which made the injuries in his body worsen, and his face was also irrepressibly pale and depressed. For a moment, it seemed like he was more than ten years old.

"How are you?" Xia Huang looked at Gongsun Hao and asked.

Gongsun Hao waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, don't worry about me." Alas, this catastrophe, the Sword Pavilion is afraid that it will not be able to escape, and the old man is incompetent, which puts the Sword Pavilion in such a dire situation. Xia Huang, you are the hope of our Sword Pavilion in the future, you must cheer up, but also forbear, and wait for the time to come. Wait until one day, kill Qin Huotuo, the traitor, clean up the portal, reorganize the Sword Pavilion, and lead the Sword Pavilion to a more brilliant future!"

Gongsun Hao pinned his hopes on Xia Huang.

"This is the Sword Pool, the place where the luck of the Sword Pavilion is condensed. ”

Pointing to the pool, Gongsun Hao said again.

Where luck gathers?

Xia Huang's heart moved slightly.

Regarding "luck", others may not know it, but Xia Huang, who was the prince of the human race in his previous life, is no stranger.

In the eyes of many people, the theory of luck is ethereal and unpredictable, but Xia Huang knows that this is by no means illusory. People are born with fate, and the families, sects, and even dynasties that have been passed down from generation to generation have condensed beliefs and given birth to luck with the support and support of generations, just like people's fate, from generation to generation.

Just as people's fate can be changed through hard work, luck will also change with the rise and fall of a family, sect and dynasty. At the same time, strong luck can support and protect the family sect and dynasty, which is also known as the foundation of a family.

There is a sect that fuses luck in the formation to form a large mountain protection array.

There is a sect, with luck to cast a magic weapon, guarding the mountain gate.

There is a sect, collect luck to open up a spiritual land, and cultivate people......

The Sword Pavilion condenses the luck of the past dynasties into a pool.

"Sword Pool, not only condenses the luck of the Sword Pavilion. The previous masters of the Sword Pavilion, as long as they did not suffer a death outside, when they were dying, they would come to the Sword Pool, scatter their spirits into the pool, and feed back and strengthen the Sword Pool. In other words, in this sword pool, the heroic spirits of the ancestors of our Sword Pavilion are also condensed. Gongsun Hao said: "And the baptism of the sword pool is also a ritual that every new sword pavilion master must go through, only by obtaining the approval of the ancestors of the past generations and being able to gather the luck of the sword pool, can he become a real pavilion master." Of course, gathering sword pool qi luck will have a profound impact on your future cultivation and comprehension of the way of the sword. ”

Speaking of this, Gongsun Hao's tone was slightly gloomy.

At the beginning, although he was recognized by the ancestors of the past generations, he did not have too much luck.

Obviously, the ancestors of the Sword Pavilion believed that Gongsun Hao was not like the master of Zhongxing, but more of a shoucheng.

Now, it seems that even Shoucheng can't hold on.

"Xia Huang, your talent and qualifications are much stronger than when I was young, I believe in you, and you can also gather more luck and shoulder the expectations of the ancestors of the past generations. The future of the Sword Pavilion depends on you!"

Gongsun Hao secretly said in his heart, putting the hope of the future of the Sword Pavilion on Xia Huang.

"After receiving the baptism of the Sword Pool, you will be the new Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion. You are still young, you have time, kill Qin Huotuo, there is no hurry, if necessary, it is not unacceptable to make long-term plans, no matter what, you must know how to forbear, and always remember that you are shouldering the fate of the Sword Pavilion. The gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, Qin Huotuo's cultivation has reached the realm of the law domain, you can only continue to forbear, day by day, year by year, until the gap between you and him is smoothed, can you make a move, is the time to reorganize the Sword Pavilion. ”

Gongsun Hao said earnestly to Xia Huang again.

Xia Huang nodded slightly.

Sword pool bathing, he is going to go.

Regarding the luck of the Sword Pavilion, Xia Huang was also quite curious.

It's just that Gongsun Hao said that "a gentleman takes revenge, it's not too late for ten years", he doesn't agree.

Decade?

Don't say ten years, it's a year, a month, Xia Huang doesn't want to wait.

For Xia Huang's current cultivation, the Law Realm is indeed very strong, but it may not be invincible.

Qin Huotuo is here, not only for the past grudges, nor for the position of the Sword Pavilion Master,

Didn't he want to find Fusang Tianhuo?

Xia Huang's eyes were slightly cold.

Where the heavenly fire of Fuso is located,

It will be the burial place he prepared for Qin Huotuo.

Xia Huang walked towards the sword pool.

In the humming, soft sound, the pool water rippled, drowning Xia Huang's knees, waist, neck, and even between his eyebrows......

Xia Huang came to the middle of the sword pool, his whole body sank into the pool, and he sat in a suspended position.

As if sensing the rich spiritual energy around him, in the dantian in Xia Huang's body, the heart of the star core buzzed, and the blue-white surface turned into a scorching fiery red, like the stars spinning.

Xia Huang runs the Swallowing Heaven Record.

Suddenly, a stream of rich and powerful spiritual energy, like a whirlpool, broke away from the pool water and surged towards Xia Huang from all directions.

The rich and strong spiritual energy washed and transformed Xia Huang's body, and through the skin, bones, and even meridians, it was absorbed and refined, like a nebula, condensed and gathered in the body of the dantian star core.

These spiritual energies are not only the accumulation of spiritual energy, but also contain the luck accumulated by the Sword Pavilion for generations. Every time a wisp of absorption and refining is absorbed, Xia Huang has an extra connection with the fate of the Sword Pavilion, which is closely related.

Xia Huang's whole person was wrapped in the pool water, as if he was in his mother's womb, waiting for the transformation.