Inside the Xuanwu totem.

It is the tomb of ten thousand swords.

As soon as Ye Qiantong and the others jumped over the teleportation array, what caught their eyes was a dense and vertical broken wall of broken swords.

The sound of whining and sonorous sorrow filled the ears, and the scalp was numb, as if a hundred ghosts were scurrying around, and hell was tortured.

Whether it is the remnant wall of the mausoleum or the top of the mausoleum, all of them are sharp swords piercing into three points, with different lengths and blades, some rusty and dirty, and some cold and bright.

The incomparably sharp sword qi continued to roar, and the furious killing wind blade swept through the entire mausoleum, like the burial world of the terracotta warriors, and the killing blood of Sen Han was terrifying, and it was discouraged.

At this time, Ye Qiantong, Emperor Mingjue, as well as Nanfeng Jin and Heiyue stood on the high cliff of the entire mausoleum, where there were only seven or eight square meters of foothold.

"Ghost sorrow, Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!" Nan Fengjin's face changed slightly, and he exclaimed in surprise.

He looked at this eerie and dangerous sword tomb in amazement.

Ghosts are worried, ghosts are worried, and ghosts have to flee when they see them.

If they weren't careful, a fierce sword aura could chop them to pieces!

What's more, there are tens of thousands of swords here, and maybe there are ancient swords too.

The sword has a sword soul, and there is also a sword evil.

But either way, it's a terrifying and powerful existence.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Nan Fengjin glanced at Ye Qiantong with some embarrassment.

Ye Qiantong's face was light and breezy, and his expression was light.

Naturally, she knew what it meant.

Among so many people, she is the only one who is a third-order.

If nothing else, any sword qi here can shatter her.

"Don't worry, since I chose to come here, I have already been mentally prepared." Ye Qiantong told the truth, and her obsidian-clear and translucent eyes were indifferent.

Nan Fengjin scratched the back of her head and said with a wry smile: "Sister-in-law, don't get me wrong, we won't let you do anything." ”

As he spoke, Nanfeng Jin patted his chest as a guarantee, and he made a promise.

Ye Qiantong's eyes were slightly raised, and she suddenly said with a smile: "Maybe I can help you with something." ”

"Yes, yes, my sister-in-law is right." Nan Fengjin's face was full of a strong desire to survive.

The corners of Ye Qiantong's mouth twitched slightly.

Suddenly, her expression changed slightly.

Emperor Mingjue and the others also noticed the abnormality, and Nan Fengjin quickly put away the state of hip-hop, and his face was serious and solemn.

In fact, if Nanfeng Jin thought about it carefully at this time, he would find that Ye Qiantong, who was obviously only a third-order, had no different perception from them in front of a group of eighth-order and ninth-order powerhouses.

The details in this are enough to explain a lot of things.

At this time, as soon as Ye Qiantong and the others noticed something strange in the air, the entire mausoleum suddenly began to tremble violently.

Landslides and ground cracks, like a tsunami and earthquake.

Click, click, click.

The chaotic sword flew sideways, and the sword qi killing was raging wildly.

Thundered!

Beneath the vast mausoleum, the valley cracked and split like a spider's web.

Click, click, click.

The abyss-like cracks burst horizontally, and the walls of the mausoleum on the left and right sides made a deafening loud noise.

Bang bang bang!

The heavy walls exploded like a powder keg detonating, and terrifying and powerful spiritual power fluctuations filled the entire Burial Sword Mausoleum like a violent wind.

Suddenly, an angry roar roared out: "Trespasser of the Sword Tomb, die!" ”

No, to be exact, it's two roars in unison.

The earth-shattering power contains an incomparably powerful and murderous aura, and the power is endless.

Di Mingjue's face changed slightly, and he quickly strengthened the spiritual power protection shield on Ye Qiantong's body to the highest level, and the arm around her slender waist tightened slightly.

"What is this?" Ye Qiantong's heart sank, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes as she looked at the things that appeared on both sides of the mausoleum wall.