When Huai Zhi'an opened his eyes again, a majestic and magnificent view of the cave sky was revealed.

The water curtain flows, falling from the top of the mountain, the long chant is far away, and there is a water dragon chanting.

Surrounded by four star peaks, a lonely mountain!

The lonely peak is steep, like a divine sword, towering on the ground and piercing into the sky!

In a trance, Huai Zhi'an seemed to see the sword peak that was erected on the head of the evil cockroach in the secret realm again.

However, the difference was that the lonely mountain in front of him, surrounded by four star peaks, was more than a hundred times taller than that sword peak!

And this lonely mountain still flows with a faint gold.

Huai Zhi'an rubbed his eyes, that's right, it is "flowing", like a gilded method pouring down a mountain.

With enough eyesight to look closely, Huai Zhi'an was stunned.

Originally, there was a huge waterfall hanging straight down from the top of the mountain, reflecting the bright sunshine, so let this lonely mountain flow down like gild.

The name of this mountain is called, away from the mountain!

"Congratulations to the Lishan Sword Sect for having another Great Sword Immortal, and the Sword Sect has added a new peak!" There was a congratulatory sound in the clouds.

Huai Zhi'an subconsciously raised his head, only to see the sword qi of the world coming from all directions, the clouds were brilliant, the clouds were stacked, and the gorgeous tide of the sun was gathering towards the lonely mountain.

Zheng –

A familiar sword sound sounded, and Huai Zhi'an was stunned, because he had heard this sword sound not long ago.

The name of the sword, set the storm!

"Yixuan has achieved Vientiane today, thank you to all Taoist friends!"

Huai Zhi'an looked up, and a handsome man's sword volley thanked him, and the sound of the voice rang out from the lonely peak.

Huai Zhi'an was stunned, so this is the Lishan Sword Sect thousands of years ago, and it was the scene when Bai Yixuan's predecessor was promoted to the Vientiane Realm?

It's just that before he could think about it, he saw that in the midst of the changing wind and clouds, there was a muffled thunder in his ears, and a sad sword roared like a cry.

Looking up, the Lishan Sword Sect, which had just returned to the clear sky, had already been overwhelmed by black clouds at this time.

And the muffled thunder just now, but the four star peaks around the mountain are collapsing!

There were three more sad sword roars in succession, and the remaining three star peaks also collapsed, only the last lonely peak still stands.

"Yan Qiu, you are too far away from the Mountain Sword Sect to deceive people!"

In the Lishan Sword Sect, there are fierce ghosts and ghosts that are as high as the sky, and thousands of ghosts behind them are like a tide!

And a stunning woman dressed in white stood on the top of the only remaining mountain, her sword flying, her clothes fluttering, and her expression was indifferent:

"You're not human, so what's the point of deceiving you?"

In the face of the monstrous anger of the ghost king, the female sword fairy waved her sword indifferently, and the sword behind her opened the green lotus world, every green lotus blooming is a world, and every world has thousands of small sword qi!

The one who swung the sword with the woman and slashed towards the abyss ghost country was the thousands of sword cultivation disciples up and down the mountain!

Ling Xiao is 3,000 zhang, and the sword intent is long from the mountain!

A sword is slashed out, the battle to the death begins, and the illusion is shattered.

What caught Huai Zhi'an's eyes was still the lonely peak, but at this time, half of the mountain had collapsed.

The sun and the moon shine together, and the heavens and the earth are half bright and half dark.

Huai Zhi'an raised his eyes and looked, at this time, the mountain was ruined, the grass was ruined, the empty corridor was decided, and the moss was deep.

And what made Huai Zhi'an even more silent was the ancient sword that was full of ancient swords on the lonely peak, and there was almost no way to stand on it!

None of the ancient swords were complete, and each one was broken and defective, and it was vaguely obvious how tragic the great battle had been.

Huai Zhi'an looked up, the mountain road was winding upward, and the remnant sword on the mountain road was also circling upward.

Once the number one sword sect in the world, it has now become a lonely tomb sword mound, a place where countless sword cultivators are buried!

How desolate!

"Hmm......"

The eyelashes of Shanyu and Whale Xiaohe beside him trembled slightly, and they woke up faintly.

Seeing this scene in front of them, the two of them were as shocked as Huai Zhi'an.

"You saw that illusion too?" Huai Zhi'an asked.

Shanyu nodded: "That should be the traces of time recorded in this cave ruins, maybe even this cave is nostalgic for the original Lishan Sword Sect, right?" ”

"This is really the Lishan Sword Sect in the illusion, how can it ......" Whale Xiaohe looked left and right, the yin wind was blowing, and he subconsciously shrank his neck.

"What's eerie?"

Huai Zhi'an casually held a remnant sword in his hand, but before Huai Zhi'an could pull it out, the remnant sword that had been eroded by thousands of years of time was subjected to a trace of external force and instantly shattered into a stream of crumbs.

Huai Zhi'an looked at the remnants of dark red iron filings in his hand in silence, not knowing whether it was the traces left by thousands of years of time, or the bloodstains stained red by the original sword blade.

"This is the place where the Lishan Sword Sect and the Abyss Ghost Kingdom fought to the death, and there are many sword cultivators who died in the Lishan Sword Sect, but there are more ghosts and things that have been destroyed here."

At the cost of annihilation, the Lishan Sword Sect almost beat the original abyss ghost country to the destruction of the country, if the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the years are quiet, Huai Zhi'an must draw his sword and be vigilant.

"The water veins here are also dead silent."

Whale Xiaohe looked up at the giant waterfall that poured down 3,000 feet from the mountain in the fantasy world, and looked a little sad.

Today's giant waterfall has long since dried up, and in the last scene of the illusion, the three-thousand-zhang giant waterfall has even been dyed blood red.

She could even faintly hear the murmuring of the water veins from thousands of years ago......

"The last place where the Yan Qiu Sect Master appeared in the illusion seems to be the top of the mountain, although half of the mountain has collapsed now, let's go up and take a look."

Shanyu looked at the cloud-shrouded place, and had not forgotten the purpose of their trip.

The Abyss Ghost Nation is now trying to break the seal under this secret realm, and they don't have much time.

The three of them walked along the winding mountain road and walked into the former Lishan Sword Sect.

It's just that the closer they get to the peak, the heavier the three of Huai Zhi'an's expressions become.

"Before, Sang Ziyan wanted to enter the Dongtian Ruins to find the so-called inheritance, if he came here, he should be disappointed, right?" Huai Zhi'an shook his head.

It's hard to imagine how tragic that battle was at the beginning, but along the way, the once glorious sect is now reluctant to comment on "ruins".

In that big battle, the Lishan Sword Sect may have really exhausted all its means, leaving no way for itself to retreat at all!

A death war is a death war, and there is no intention of living at all.

So not to mention the inheritance, it's hard to say whether you can find a tile that hasn't broken in the Lishan Sword Sect now.

The remnants of the sword swayed all over the ground, the glory was not there, only the poignant.

The Sword Sect turned into a sword mound, buried here, and buried the sword here.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Shanyu suddenly spoke, and asked the whale Xiaohe behind him without looking back.

"Who to underestimate! I'm not afraid if you're afraid! Whale Xiaohe's little face was raised, and he crossed his waist.

She is a dignified Shentai realm monk, just a ghost, who would be afraid?

"That's good."

Shanyu smiled, then moved away.

turned a corner, and what appeared at the end of Whale Xiaohe's line of sight was still a sword full of swords.

The difference from just now was that some of the long swords here were standing there intact, and next to these long swords, there was even a figure standing.

Those figures were illusory, like clouds of smoke, dressed in ivory-colored sword robes, and seemed to be sword cultivators from the mountains.

It's just that now these Sword Sect disciples are at a loss, and they all look up at the top of the mountain, as if they are waiting for something.

And when they noticed the appearance of Huai Zhi'an, the phantoms all over the mountains and fields in the ruins lowered their heads and focused their eyes on Huai Zhi'an.

The phantom eyes of those Sword Sect disciples were cloudy, and the long sword beside them trembled after seeing Huai Zhi'an and the three of them, and there was a faint sword intent.

The entire Lishan seemed to be "alive" again at this moment, and tens of thousands of sword intent woke up and aimed the sword at Huai Zhi'an and the others.

This strange scene directly made Whale Xiaohe stand on end in fright, and hid behind Shanyu in a smoke, only daring to show half of his head.