In the deep valley, there was a dead silence.

Ling Xiu walked in this place for two hours, but he didn't find any way out...... It's a valley!

"How could this be!?"

Ling Xiu was relatively calm at the moment, after the previous few emotional ups and downs, he now gradually understood a truth, sometimes the so-called hope is not necessarily the real hope, and sometimes the despair he sees is not necessarily the real despair. Even in the most desperate moments, hope cannot be easily given up, otherwise it will be true despair.

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Although this is a barren valley, it is not without clues.

In Ling Xiu's mind, this should be the place where immortal Dao disciples cultivated in ancient times, and the word "refining the heart" at the entrance of the cave before was the best proof.

It stands to reason that such a place should not have survived, but I don't know if it was a coincidence or some other reason, it was buried in an underground cave and never been discovered, so there was an adventure and chance between Ling Xiu and Miao Xiaorui.

Since it is a place of cultivation, there will definitely be a way out.

After calming down, Ling Xiu thought about it again from the beginning, carefully recalling every place and every detail.

What is this place for, and how do you get out?

In contemplation, Ling Xiu couldn't help but glance at a huge mountain in the middle of the valley out of the corner of his eyes...... It was a sword mountain of remnants with short blades, giving people a sense of decay and decay.

In his eagerness to find a way out, Ling Xiu had always focused on the edge of the valley, and had never seriously explored the situation of Sword Mountain, and now that he thought about it, there was no special place in this small valley except for that Sword Mountain.

"Sword Mountain...... Jianshan ......"

Ling Xiu muttered to himself, looking at the Hundred Zhangzhang Sword Mountain with a distracted expression.

Seriously, when he saw the sword mountain for the first time, the whole person was stunned, he had never seen so many sword blades and weapons piled up into a mountain, although it was not as majestic as Dongyue, but it exuded an incomparably tragic aura...... Thousands of holes, full of desolation, like a tragic tomb.

These remnant swords are very special, although they have been discarded for tens of thousands of years, Jin Rui's qi has not completely dissipated, and it is by no means comparable to extraordinary weapons and customs.

Ling Xiu had heard his grandfather say that in ancient times, there were many strong people, and some powerful sect masters were good at the art of flying swords, and they could do everything from heaven to earth, and they could even take the enemy's head with the flying sword technique thousands of miles away, which was not strong.

With such a sword mound, how many strong people should be buried in it?

"Or ...... Go up and have a look?"

Ling Xiu muttered to himself, and immediately tried when he thought of it.

However, as soon as he stepped on the Sword Mountain with his front feet, the fierce wind whistled and swept through, blowing his skin painfully, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"What's going on!? Sure enough, there's something weird...... Is it a trap!?"

Ling Xiu was alert, and hurriedly withdrew his front feet, but he didn't find anything else abnormal, it turned out to be a false alarm.

This sword mountain has no hints and no paths, so is it possible to climb it with both hands and feet?

Thinking of this, Ling Xiu had no choice but to step into the Sword Mountain.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

Ling Xiu tried step by step, and found that the more he was afraid, the more fierce the sword qi wind blade became, and it was extremely painful to hit his body!

"Huhuhu~~~"

"Whew!"

A wind blade slashed, leaving a thin scar on Ling Xiu's face.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiu was shocked and frightened, and a cold sweat broke out. But at this time, he had climbed to the position halfway up the mountain, and naturally he didn't want to give up, so he gritted his teeth and went up again.

Clothes were torn, skin was cut, hands and feet were broken, and blood was flowing.

Following the traces of Ling Xiu's climbing, he was stained red with blood all the way, and he looked shocking! However, although he looked pale, his eyes were firm, his expression was tenacious, and he endured the pain in his body and continued to climb.

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Time passed little by little, and there was still a dead silence in the valley.

On the high place of Sword Mountain, Ling Xiu's small figure was slowly climbing, his body was scarred all over his body, and he could no longer see any intact places, and his whole person seemed to be stained red with blood.

I'm so sleepy, I'm tired, I want to take a break.

You can't fall down, you can't sleep, you can't die here......

Hold on a little longer...... Hold on a little longer......

As the scars increased, the blood in Ling Xiu's body was seriously lost, his eyes gradually became hollow, and his mind gradually began to be confused, and now he was completely supported by a thought, and it seemed that he might fall down at any time.

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I don't know how long it has been, Ling Xiu finally reached the peak of Sword Mountain.

There was nothing on the top of the mountain except for the broken blades of the broken sword all over the ground. And in the center of the top of the mountain, a huge heavy sword stood on top of the sword pile, like a commander from above, suppressing the qi of the entire sword mountain.

"Knock knock!!!"

The sound of a heartbeat came from inside the heavy sword, like the melody of the movement of life.

Ling Xiu didn't wake up, he just instinctively walked towards the heavy sword, and then held the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the pile of swords cracked, and the heavy sword was born.

No vision, no weirdness, no weirdness......

Ling Xiu felt like an electric shock, his mind shook slightly, and he finally woke up from his state of distraction.

"Uh!?......

Seeing the heavy sword in his hand, Ling Xiu was at a loss.

It was a mutilated heavy sword, with a broken tip, mottled with rust, ancient and heavy. The hilt of the sword and the sword lattice were rounded, and the wide sword body was densely engraved with tens of thousands of refining patterns, just by looking at it, Ling Xiu felt dizzy and had to look away.

Shock, surprise...... And then it turned into ecstasy!

This...... This is actually a Ten Thousand Refining Xuan Soldier!?How could it be!?How could it be!?

Ling Xiu was short of breath, his eyes were red, and he was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He came from a famous family, and he had seen the real Hundred Refining Xuan Soldiers, so he naturally knew the difference between the Xuan Soldiers.

The Xuanbing level is divided into three levels: 100 refining, 1000 refining, and 10,000 refining, and each level is divided into upper grade, middle grade, and lower grade. If the Xuan Ling is the foundation of cultivation, then the Xuan Bing is the extension of power.

Under the same cultivation conditions, the mystics with the Xuan soldiers in their hands are much stronger than those without the Xuan soldiers, and even some of the profound mysteries can challenge the level and win easily. It is conceivable that the importance of Xuan Bing to Xuan is self-evident.

The Hundred Refining Xuan Soldiers are still so powerful, not to mention the Thousand Refining and Ten Thousand Refining Xuan Soldiers. Especially the Ten Thousand Refining Xuan Soldiers, that is a blade that can only be refined in ancient legends, looking at the entire Nanli Continent, let alone seeing it, most of the Xuan people have never even heard of it. Even in the entire Xuanling Continent, there are very few Ten Thousand Refining Xuan Soldiers, and there will definitely not be more than one hand.

Of course, although the Ten Thousand Refining Xuan Soldiers are invincible, they are not something that anyone can use, at least they must reach the realm of the king to exert part of their power, otherwise the power will backfire, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

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