Sword Pool.

The name of the sword pool is more than 100,000 years ago, the predecessors cultivated swords and cast swords here, and threw the remnants of the sword in the pool to become famous.

Later, there were strong predecessors who realized the sword here, and inserted the sword into the pool for the younger disciples to contemplate.

Xuanyuan Sword Pool was once a sect of worship in the Tiantang Dynasty, and it was the strongest foundation in the Tiantang Dynasty.

For countless years, countless sword pool powerhouses have taken action to save Tiantang from danger.

The most difficult thing is that the Heavenly Sword Venerable made a move, and one person and one sword swept across the sea and broke through the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

After that battle, Xuanyuan Sword Pool became one of the strongest forces in the Tiger Spirit Realm, and no one dared to despise it to this day.

In the sword pool, countless sword weapons have also been invested over the years.

Among these sword weapons, there are either the feelings of the predecessors, or the remnants of the ancestors, or the wishes of the predecessors, which are stored in the sword pool and waiting for the future generations to comprehend.

The sword of the sword pool roared for a long time, either as a warning, or as a peerless genius.

At this time, the sword roared in the pond, and suddenly countless figures flew into the sky.

"Could it be that my Xuanyuan Sword Pool has a top genius disciple coming?"

"It's impossible, it was the arrival of the Wuxiang Master back then, and it was just half a pond of sword chanting."

"What kind of heaven can lead a pool of long swords to roar?"

Above the sword pool, dozens of white-haired old men had solemn eyes in their eyes and whispered in low voices.

They swept their gaze, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"Luo Kun Dazun and Xu Jue Dazun have never left Lingxiao Heavenly Palace for thousands of years, could it be that there is great power in the world?"

"There will be no top powerhouses in the outer realm to enter the Tiger Spirit Realm, what is the reason for the full pool of sword chanting this time?"

These powerhouses in charge of the Xuanyuan Sword Pool are all unknown.

It's really full of swords, so that they can't see through the future.

At this time, Han Muye had already slowly stepped onto the hill.

In front of him was a grass house.

On one side of the grass house, there is a sword pool full of long swords.

At this time, the long sword in the sword pool shook, and the sound of sword chanting resounded.

Those disciples who had just arrived at the edge of the pool were all at a loss with their faces on their faces, and they stood there at a loss.

Han Muye walked forward slowly.

"Who is he?"

Someone saw Han Muye in mid-air, and his face showed doubts.

The others didn't move, only Han Muye moved, and he could naturally see it.

"Is he the reincarnation of a senior, or is he a kendo genius?"

"Could it be that the sword pool is shaking because of his arrival?"

One by one, figures flew down and stood aside, watching Han Muye move forward.

Han Muye walked to the edge of the pool, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed it on the water.

Just like when he practiced by the sword pond back then.

In his opinion, these sword weapons are just ordinary swords.

But when he caressed the water with his palm, a series of images appeared in his mind.

Someone fights the sword world.

Someone got away with a sword.

Some people are happy to take revenge.

There are people who have a country and a country all over the world.

……

Those swords, it's all stories.

It's not a story, it's a life.

Life or death, or leisure, that's all life.

The swords in the pool vibrated and slowly fell silent.

It seems that they are all at peace because of Han Muye's arrival.

Han Muye could feel joy and excitement from these sword weapons.

He seemed to hear a voice coming from among the swords.

"Heavenly Sword Master!"

"Ancestor, I finally see you again!"

"Ancestor, the disciple didn't disgrace you."

At this moment, it seemed that the entire Sword Pool, the entire Tiantang, and even the entire Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm had sensed.

It's just that this kind of induction is not something that ordinary people can feel.

Far away on a mountain in the open sea, between the overlapping palaces, in front of a tall bronze tripod, a loud noise was heard.

A young man with an excited face waving his mechanical arms rushed out.

"Luo Kun, do you feel it, do you sense it-"

The young man shouted and ran towards a palace in front of him.

In the palace, a tall middle-aged man also stepped out.

"It's Master."

"The master is back."

By the pool, Han Muye caressed the water of the pond like that, silent.

Next to the pool, an old man with a white beard walked forward slowly, also without moving.

After a long time, Han Muye stood up.

Beside him, a white-bearded old man stepped forward and looked at him with surprise on his face.

"You, you're, you're—"

The old man trembled and his eyes widened.

This appearance is exactly the same as the portrait in the middle of the ancestral hall!

"My name is Han Wuxie, and I will be a disciple of Jianchi in the future." Han Muye looked at the old man and said softly, "Is there a problem?" ”

Is there a problem?

When the Heavenly Sword Ancestor returns, what can be the problem?

This is the top event of Xuanyuan Sword Pool!

The old man shuddered, turned his head to look around, bowed and said, "No problem." ”

……

Today's Xuanyuan Sword Pool is divided into Sword Hall and Sword House.

The sword house is the grass house next to the sword pool.

Among these cottages, there are Jianchi seniors who live in seclusion, and then arrange for disciples to practice with them.

This model has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and it feels like it is the most suitable.

Because these elders and disciples will often go to the sword pool to comprehend the way of the sword, it is most convenient to live in the sword house.

It can be said that this sword hall is the real inheritance of the sword pool, and the sword hall outside is just a way to protect the sword house.

The cultivation of the disciples of the Sword Hall lacks the true foundation.

In a sword house not far from the Sword Pond, Han Muye sat opposite a white-bearded old man.

The old man looked nervous and sat upright.

"Relax." Han Muye looked at the old man and said softly.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, nodded, and then took a deep breath: "Ancestor—"

"My name is Han Wuxie." Han Muye spoke again.

"Innocent Ancestor." The old man bowed his head slightly, and then said softly: "I am a disciple of the sixty-third generation of Jianchi, named Liu Jun, and my cultivation is the realm of heavenly immortals. ”

"I have walked in the rivers and lakes, and I have also gone to the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace to practice, and the sword path I practiced is the Shuimu line."

"At the beginning of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, I was fortunate enough to have Xu Jue Dazun refine a long sword......"

Every cultivator who has lived for 10,000 years, who doesn't have a story?

Liu Jun, a person who can become a heavenly immortal and an elder of Xuanyuan Sword Pool, how can he not have a story?

"Today's Tiantang is still in charge of the Li family, but there is a lot of chaos on all sides."

"The same goes for Xuan Qin."

"It's Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, in fact, it's also very difficult now."

From Liu Jun's mouth, Han Muye learned that the ruins realm has begun to tribulate.

In the past 100,000 years, at least the Three Directions Ruins Realm has been swallowed by the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

There is no reason to talk about the devouring of the original rules.

The Three Ruins Realm was annexed, and the living beings in it became the living beings in this Ruins Realm, but because of the lack of the original source, the innate cultivation was one level lower.

This kind of plunder is a battle of life and death.

"The Linglong Realm has been attacking the Tiger Spirit Realm for 10,000 years, and in the past 10,000 years, the powerhouses of all sides of the Tiger Spirit Realm have dispatched many times to fight a decisive battle with the Linglong Realm in the East China Sea."

"Lingxiao Heavenly Palace has always been at the forefront."

Neither side can help the other, so now both sides are starting to sabotage each other, infiltrate.

"They covet the various treasures refined by Xu Jue Dazun, as well as the refining methods inherited by the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace."

"We want to get their Heavenly Abyss Pearl, the Linglong Realm is extremely rich."

In this way, the two parties could have complemented each other, but the rules of the ruins are there, and they can only be annexed, and one party must give in.

The 30,000-mile world of the East China Sea is now a battlefield between two sides.

The powerhouses of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace and the Linglong Realm were intertwined in these 30,000 li of heaven and earth, and they couldn't help fighting for tens of thousands of years.

After listening to Liu Jun's story, Han Muye has a better understanding of today's Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

In fact, in his opinion, if it weren't for his arrival, this Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm would have been annexed long ago.

After all, the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm was not strong at that time.

Maybe that's cause and effect, right?

Waiting for Liu Jun to walk out of the grass house, Han Muye closed his eyes in the grass house, and the breath on his body slowly converged.

At this time, he was just a divine soul entering the ruin realm, and his cultivation was only in the human realm.

But for him, it is not difficult to improve his cultivation.

In three months, with the help of the Tianyuan Bead sent by Liu Jun, he raised his cultivation to the Heavenly Realm.

When he reached the Heavenly Realm, he was already able to protect himself in this realm with his sword path.

Moreover, when he cultivated to the Heavenly Realm, he also had a trace of his induction towards Mu Wan.

Not in Tiantang, not in Xuanqin.

The East China Sea, 30,000 miles of heaven and earth.

Han Muye didn't expect that Mu Wan's trace of divine soul would actually fall on the battlefield of 30,000 miles.

This is quite dangerous.

Although it was okay for this trace of divine soul to fall, for Han Muye, he didn't want to find Mu Wan, and this trip to the Ruin Realm would be over.

They also made an appointment to meet in this ruin.

"When—"

"When—"

A bell rang outside the sword house.

When Han Muye walked out, he saw that there were already many disciples standing next to the sword pool.

"Han Wuxie, you're really here!" A voice of surprise came.

Li Si, who was wearing the robes of a disciple of the Sword Hall, had a vigorous sword aura on his body.

After cultivating sword qi in three months, this guy's kendo talent is not bad.

was called by Li Si, and many people turned their heads to look at Han Muye.

It's a pity that in their eyes, Han Muye's aura is indifferent, and there is no sword light to shine.

A disciple who entered the Sword Mansion didn't even cultivate the sword qi?

According to the rules of the sword pool, if you can't cultivate the sword qi within a year, you will be directly disqualified from cultivating.

Han Muye nodded towards Li Si and walked over slowly.

The group of disciples standing there looked at each other, some quietly moved out of the way, and some showed a trace of contempt in their eyes.

"Today is the time for the disciple to comprehend the sword and lead the sword, Han Wuxie, you have to seize the opportunity." Li Si looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice to speak.

Han Muye nodded.

Ahead, the old man who presided over the sword and led the sword was the elder of the sword pool who was the same generation as Liu Jun.

He swept his gaze around, then aloud the rules of the sword and the sword, and then took a step back.

Wujian is very simple, sit on the edge of the sword pool, as far as the eye can see, choose a sword with the strongest induction, and feel the artistic conception.

It is said to be simple, but in fact, every time you realize the sword, only less than half of the people can achieve it.

Especially these new disciples, how many of them can perceive the artistic conception in the sword early?

Han Muye and Li Si sat down next to each other, and then looked at Jian Chi.

He could feel the reverence in every sword here.

His gaze fell on the distance, in the middle of the sword pool.

There, there were a few swords that he had realized in the sword pool, and now that he saw each other, he was a little excited to see old friends.

In the sword pool, there is also a blue-gray long sword.

This sword is the sword that swept through the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace with him and pacified the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

Goodbye Han Muye, this sword body shook slightly.

"Wujian must be qualitative, and you can't choose too repeatedly." Li Si turned his head and lowered his voice, "This is what one of my senior brothers told me. ”

He looked left and right, and spoke again: "Also, if we are learning the sword for the first time, it is best not to be too ambitious, and we can choose the sword weapon at the edge of the sword pool." ”

"The spirituality and memory that remain on these sword weapons are deeper, and it is easier to perceive."

He should have seen what Han Muye's eyes were looking for, so he opened his mouth like this.

These were all things he had heard from those senior brothers in the Sword Hall, and they were all from experience.

Don't look at these few sentences, they all need to spend spirit stones in exchange.

If it weren't for Li Si's good kendo talent, people might not be able to tell him this.

Han Muye turned his head, looked at Li Si, and chuckled, "Then which sword are you going to comprehend?" ”

His words made Li Si slightly stunned, and then a trace of excitement appeared on his face.

Li Si stretched out his hand and pointed to the sword pool: "The sword weapon of the fifty-eighth generation ancestor." ”

The sword weapons in the sword pool are stacked on top of each other, but they are probably preserved according to the identity of generations of disciples.

The further you go, the more far-reaching the artistic conception becomes.

According to what Li Si said, if it is a sword weapon after sixty generations, it is actually easier.

This guy made Han Muye realize the closest, but he went to realize sixty generations ago, which shows that he is also arrogant in his heart.

Han Muye turned his head with a smile and continued to look at the long sword in the sword pool.

He didn't think about which sword to choose.

It is enough to communicate with these swords.

"When—"

"When—"

An hour later, the bell rang.

The vast majority of the disciples got up with regret.

A few people had a hint of confusion and excitement on their faces.

Li Si shook his head and stood up, he looked at Han Muye, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "It's okay, this Wujian is based on chance." ”

"If you come a few more times, you might be able to understand."

"What about you?" Han Muye said with a smile.

Li Si's face stiffened, and he shook his head: "It's no fun." ”

After speaking, his face showed joy again: "Let's go, let's go get the saber." ”

"Maybe we'll get a good sword."

Although swords are all standards, there are slight differences in quality.

If you can receive the sword left by your predecessors, you may be able to perceive the sword qi or sword intent stored in the sword weapon from time to time.

Of course, this kind of opportunity to pick up leaks is really rare.

The place where the sword is led is in a lobby below the sword pool.

The door of the lobby opened, and the sword-leading disciples went in in a group to look for the sword.

This scene is somewhat similar to the original Nine Xuan Sword Pavilion, but there are fewer sword watchers.

Li Si and Han Muye walked into the lobby and were a little lost.

The bundles of long swords were all the same style, even if they were scattered long swords, and they looked broken and corroded.

How can there be a good sword with such a sword?

Those broken sword weapons have been checked I don't know how many times, and there is no way to pick them up.

Li Si bent down to search among the bundles of long swords, then shook his head and pulled out one.

Swords and weapons are all the same, what chance is there?

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly reached out and patted his arm.

He turned his head and saw Han Muye stretching out his hand to point to a rusted long sword to the side.

The blade was mottled and the scabbard was rotten.

"You choose this sword."

(End of chapter)