"The main hall is about to be overwhelmed, sect master, what should I do? When the attack comes, we will surely die. Shen Huizi was extremely embarrassed, and he couldn't see his previous majesty at all, his robe was torn, there were still a few traces of burning, there were many wounds on his body, and his breath was constantly weakening.

"Elder Taishang was blocked by Zi Luan's slut, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up. The formation of the main hall is about to collapse, and as soon as the formation collapses, it means that the time for me to die has arrived. Shen Xingzi gasped, holding a wide-backed combat knife in his hand, blocking the attacks of the demon cultivators, and said.

"Then what should I do? Elder Taishang can't catch up, aren't we going to wipe out the whole army and die without a corpse?" Shenhuizi seemed to smell the breath of death, and his eyes showed fear and struggle.

Trapped in this hall, if you go out, you will die, and if you don't go out, you will wait for death. Both roads are basically dead ends.

It seems that the fate of the monks of the Divine Sect in the main hall has been sealed, and death has become a fact, the god of death is slowly coming, and the sickle in his hand has been sharpened, and he is about to cut off their heads and collect their souls.

An instinctive fear grows, the fear of death. This is something that no one can avoid, regardless of rank, the fear of death is the same.

Shen Xingzi's face was gloomy, his eyes were rolling, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a pause, Shen Xingzi's eyes suddenly became firm, and he shouted, "Shen Huizi, there is a shortcut to the back mountain behind the main hall, where do you go out, go straight to the back mountain, enter the treasure pavilion and ask 'him'." ”

When Shen Xingzi said 'him', there was a word of fear in his tone, fear from the heart.

And the faces of Shen Huizi and the other elder also changed at the same time, fear, all fear, and the eyes on their faces were filled with fear, as if they were talking about a peerless demon.

"Sect Master, do you really want to invite 'him'?" Elder Taishang has explained that you can't use 'him' until you have to," Shen Huizi said with some hesitation.

"As a last resort, it's a last resort now. It didn't take a few minutes, and as soon as the big array broke, we were wiped out, and I was afraid that we wouldn't even be able to save our souls. 'He' will also fall into the hands of demons, I'm unwilling, even if I die, I have to fight, as long as I invite 'him', my Divine Sect will be saved, it's a big deal that the sect will move out of the 100,000 mountains in the future, and it's better than all the people in the sect being killed. Shen Xingzi's face was full of madness, and a kind of obsession with survival made him desperate. Shen Xingzi is now the cultivation of the peak of the Yuan Shen, and he is only one step away from stepping into the Dao Origin Realm, and when he truly enters the enlightenment period, his lifespan will be greatly increased.

At such times, he didn't want to die. He was afraid of death. He is unwilling, so as long as he can fight and have hope of living, he will do anything.

"Shenhuizi, this is the sect master's order. Go and ask 'him' to defend my Divine Sect for the last time. I am responsible for all the consequences. Shen Xingzi ordered in the tone of the sect master. Immediately, the next moment, his tone was soothing, and he said, "I think Elder Taishang will also approve of my approach, after all, our value now is far greater than 'him'. ”

Shenhuizi's face was instantly firm, his eyes flashed with fierceness, and he said, "I will definitely invite 'him' as soon as possible to eliminate all the demons who come to commit crimes." ”

"Be careful all the way and try to avoid those big demons. The life I am waiting for will be in your hands. ”

At the mysterious entrance of the Gongfa Pavilion, Yuan Lin hesitated after thinking about it. I was curious about what kind of secret was in the underground cave, and I was so curious that I wanted to know what was hidden in the cave by the gods. But I was a little worried that there would be some danger inside, and I never went back.

"No matter what you do so much, in the future, the soldiers will block the water and flood the earth, and this king will even be able to come out alive from Yin Fengyuan, and he will be frightened by a small cave and dare not move forward. Yuan Lin frowned and sneered. Immediately jumped into the cave.

Inside the cave is black and there is no light. However, the smell of blood inside was too strong, and the air was wet and sticky, with a strong smell of blood. The black passage, the rustling footsteps, at this time, the sound of dripping water sounded in the depths of the cave, and the cave was already quiet to the point of eeriness, and the sudden dripping sound made the cave even more terrifying, and Yuan Lin's heart was pinched together.

The mind is highly concentrated, and the gait becomes extremely light, trying not to make a sound.

"Boy Yuan Lin, the old man feels that this smell of blood is mixed with death gas, and a terrifying sword aura, you have to be very careful, very careful. At this time, Qing Lao suddenly spoke, his voice was very serious, very serious, which couldn't help but make Yuan Lin's heart tighten, every step seemed to be stepping on thin ice, firm and careful.

The underground passage is not far away, and it will come to an end in about twenty steps, but these twenty steps, Yuan Lin seems to have done it for twenty days.

Step out of the black paint passage.

When Yuan Lin stepped inside, the whole person was stunned. At the end of the blackened cavern was a space half the size of a football field, like an underground ruin. However, looking at the abandoned stones piled up in the corner, it is obvious that someone has cleaned them.

In the corners of this wide space, layers of shriveled corpses were piled up, and only a layer of skin remained. The pile is three or four meters high, and among them, there are human beings, most of the demon beasts, and there are actually corpses wearing Shenzong costumes among the human corpses. I think there is a monk of the Divine Sect who fell here.

The whole space was filled with a strong smell of blood, too strong.

Take a sip and your mouth will smell of blood.

However, when Yuan Lin looked at the ancient altar in the center of the ruins, which was more than two meters high and a hundred meters wide, the whole person was stunned. The entire altar has several waterways of about one meter, however, it is not water that flows inside, but blood-red blood.

What frightened Yuan Lin even more was the center of the altar. In the center of it sat a white-haired monk, with no breath on his body, like a clay sculpture.

Yuan Lin looked over. I was immediately stunned. The monk sitting on the ground is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, the boundless sword qi is waving, Yuan Lin actually has an illusion in his eyes, as if he has seen a mirage, the monk seems to have incarnated into a giant sword, the boundless sword qi is blooming, the sword intent of the strong blade is permeating, and the giant sword is constantly evolving, and finally evolves into a world of swords, there is nothing in the whole world, only the sword.

Countless swords, swords of all shapes.

A short and sharp short sword, a smart and elegant gentleman's sword, a huge and domineering peerless sword

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, and finally countless sword phantoms, lined up, the sword qi in the sky, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way pouring down.

Yuan Lin felt that he was deep in the realm of swords, and in an instant, he was stabbed into powder, and his soul was not allowed to escape.

It was terrifying, Yuan Lin's strong will was all swayed by that monstrous sword intent.

It was as if his will was being pierced inch by inch by the monstrous sword intent.

Above the monk's head, there was a blood cloud, and in the blood cloud, an arrogant and sharp illusory figure, carrying a flying sword, stepping on the blood cloud, standing with his hands in his hands! A vast sword intent filled the space, and the huge sword intent tore through Yuan Lin's martial arts might.

That huge sword intent, overwhelming, running through the ancient and modern, piercing the sky, no one can match.

Such a terrifying sword intent, so far, the monk who made the sword that Yuan Lin had seen, and the sword intent that he comprehended, was scum in front of him, and it was not even as good as scum.

Yuan Lin also noticed that the monk's eyes were blank, and his eyes were confused, as if he was delirious. Wisps of blood in the blood cloud above his head were absorbed by the monk's phantom. There were still souls roaring in the blood cloud, but that extremely powerful sword qi was swept out, stirring the soul into pieces and being swallowed by the monk's phantom. Every time I devour a little, there is more agility in my eyes.

"The good and vicious method actually uses the blood and the ability of the soul to keep the broken soul from dissipating. Sustaining the last wisp of the soul. This vicious method is damned!" said the young man in surprise.

Yuan Lin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Old Qing, is that monk dead?"

"That's right, I've been dead for at least 10,000 years, my soul is too broken to sustain it, and my mind is confused, and this broken soul will also return to chaos......" The old man looked at the monk solemnly.

"He died 10,000 years ago, oh my God, this broken soul, after 10,000 years, is still so strong, so how powerful was his cultivation 10,000 years ago. Yuan Lin was a little dizzy, and his mind was hovering around how strong this monk was ten thousand years ago.

Ten thousand years, the vicissitudes of life, how many creatures withered in ten thousand years, how much history rolled by.

That pure and sharp sword intent, after 10,000 years, was still able to tear apart Yuan Lin's martial arts might.

It's terrifying, it's awesome.

"Yuan Lin boy, don't be too surprised. He is a sword cultivator, a sword cultivator all his life, and a sword all his life. Moreover, his cultivation during his lifetime was at least the realm of Dao Sect, and sword cultivation was the strongest group of monks in the heavens and all worlds, and they crossed the ranks to kill the enemy, just like inviting guests to dinner. Even if the real sword cultivation is soul chaos, that sword intent will not dissipate. Only after countless years of consumption will it slowly fade away. Qing Lao said.

When the old man said that the monk was a sword cultivator, he understood a little. According to Qing Lao's narration, sword cultivation is an extremely terrifying type of monk, and the reason why 'one class' is used to describe sword cultivation is precisely to show that sword cultivation is terrifying.

Sword cultivation can't measure them by cultivation, and it is extremely miserable to use cultivation to measure them, and to despise them is extremely miserable.

Sword cultivation has the word sword, they use the sword as a weapon, and they only use the sword as a weapon. In their eyes, the sword is their most important, they have cultivated the sword all their lives, they have been swords all their lives, they only practice the way of the sword, and they only understand the sword intent.

Every sword cultivator is a kendo master, and a sword breaks through all the laws and destroys the sky.

Maybe the cultivation of sword cultivation is not high, but underestimating them is the most terrifying thing. They kill people like chopping melons and vegetables, and they kill people beyond the ranks, like inviting guests to dinner.

Jian Xiu only has a sword in his heart, a three-foot Qingfeng, and he can't tolerate anything else in his heart.

The sword path comprehended by every sword cultivator implements the will, and the will of the sword is as sharp as the sword intent, and it is difficult to be sharpened by the years. Powerful sword cultivation, a sword mark exists for thousands of years, and ten thousand years are very sparse and ordinary.

(To be continued)