Huai Zhi'an was not afraid, but just watched this sudden change with interest.

When I first stepped into Lishan, the sword stuck there shattered at the touch of it, making it difficult to touch.

And now the sword that appeared in front of them was in complete form, and it could even inspire sword intent, and there was even a sword cultivation phantom on the side.

It seems that as you get closer to the top of Lishan, the stronger the sword you encounter, and the stronger the residual sword intent?

Shanyu on the side looked at this scene thoughtfully, as if thinking about what it was.

"This, this, this...... What is this? ”

Whale Xiaohe looked at those phantoms, and couldn't say anything.

In this world, ghosts are not scary, scary is just the fear of the unknown.

If you really want to have a ghost, Whale Xiaohe promises to let the other party see the big fist of the sandbag, but this kind of swishing, ghost-like existence is a bit scary.

The atmosphere is set to such an extent, I'm not afraid that it won't work.

"This should be similar to the illusion we saw before, it is all fragments of time recorded by this heaven and earth." Shanyu explained.

"Some swords have a low level of cultivation, so the swords left behind are still worn to the extreme even in this almost static cave, and they are empty, and they will turn into ashes even if they are touched lightly."

"And some sword cultivators have stronger sword intent, so the saber is also relatively intact, plus the fragments of time recorded in the cave, so this kind of existence is not a ghost, but more like a 'soul body'."

Thanks to Uncle Liuyun, who doesn't practice well every day, he likes to study some strange things, so Shanyu's understanding of some strange phenomena far exceeds that of ordinary monks.

Shan Yu's eyes were complicated: "These souls have no memory, they are just a kind of 'faith'-like entity born by fusing the sword intent left over after Jian Xiu's death. ”

Whale Xiaohe was puzzled: "Then what is their belief?" ”

Shan Yu glanced at the turbidity in the eyes of those sword cultivators, and then looked up at the half-collapsed mountain, his words were full of complicated meanings.

"Guard."

Guarding the Lishan Sword Sect, guarding this cave ruins, and guarding the seal that suppressed the abyss ghost country from being approached.

"Guarding from life to death, and thousands of years after death."

Looking at the broken swords all over the ground, as well as the cloudy eyes of those sword cultivators, Huai Zhi'an sighed lightly.

"In the past thousand years, even the heavens and the earth will change, and the originally pure sword intent has now become turbid, they don't care who the comer is, any existence that wants to approach the seal is their enemy."

"If we want to get to the top of the mountain, we have to defeat them first."

A thousand years is enough time to turn the sea into a mulberry field, not to mention these remnant swords that only have a little spiritual light left?

They have no consciousness and can't communicate, they just practice the last trace of will in their lives, guarding the Sword Sect, which has long been empty, and guarding the seal that suppresses the Abyss Ghost Country.

Therefore, at this time, the Lishan Sword Sect refused to allow anyone to enter!

Whale Xiaohe understood, the previous fear in his eyes had long since disappeared, and the gaze that looked at those sword cultivation phantoms also implied respect.

But now that the Abyss Ghost Kingdom under their feet is breaking the seal little by little, they don't have much time to remember here.

So......

"Offended."

Huai Zhi'an bowed his head and apologized, and when he looked up again, the rusty sword was already in his hand.

"Follow me."

Huai Zhi'an reminded him, and then stepped forward!

When Huai Zhi'an took a step, the sword intent condensed by the countless sword cultivation phantoms took a step back, just like the general trend of heaven and earth, unstoppable!

But if the waves return, what will follow is the more violent counterattack of the Lishan Sword Cultivation Phantom!

Anyone who wants to get close to the Lishan Sword Sect must take the sword!

The wind came with sword energy, and Shanyu raised his head to look at the sky, at this time, the electric snake danced wildly in the canopy of the mountain, the clouds rose and fell, and the rolling black clouds covered the sky.

The remnants of the mountains of swords shook in unison, and the sound of swords was like a thunder god beating a drum—

Away from the mountain in anger!

A deafening roar roared from the lone peak full of broken swords, ripples visible to the naked eye drumming.

This kind of movement made Shanyu and Whale Xiaohe can't help but change color.

Countless sword intents were sprinkled like snow, all pressing towards the young Taoist priest on the steps.

But Huai Zhi'an, who was holding a rusty sword, still looked calm, unhurried, and walked up the stairs.

Out of respect for the Lishan Sword Sect, Huai Zhi'an did not fight back, but just silently endured this endless sword intent.

Huai Zhi'an didn't know, and Shanyu and Whale Xiaohe hadn't heard of it, in fact, there was a similar scene in the Lishan Sword Sect thousands of years ago that was similar to today.

When the disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect has passed through layers of tests and has the qualifications to succeed to the position of the sect master of the Sword Sect, then there will be a final test waiting for him-

Ask the sword road!

Starting from the bottom of the Lishan Sword Sect, resist the thousands of swords of the Lishan Sword Sect and cultivate the sword intent, and walk towards the peak of the Lishan Mountain step by step!

Asking the sword is also asking the heart!

The difference is that any generation of Sword Sect Sect Masters in the past was only facing the full strength of the Sword Sect disciples, with determination and no killing intent.

And no one has ever faced the last sword of life from the disciples to the sect masters of the Lishan Sword Sect, all with the intention of dying!

It's a thousand times more difficult!

Although Huai Zhi'an doesn't know the meaning of mountaineering now, he faintly perceives that this place may be the only one in the world and the "grinding stone" that is only once in life.

Is there a second place in the world where there are so many sword cultivators who use their lifelong beliefs as swords to help one sharpen their swords?

Huai Zhi'an closed his eyes, trying to see himself as a sword, and the mountain in front of him as a huge black and huge sword grinding stone.

Every time you climb a staircase, you sharpen your sword!

Whale Xiaohe saw Engong suddenly close his eyes, and subconsciously wanted to remind him, but he was stopped by Shanyu.

Shanyu shook his head at Whale Xiaohe, made a silent gesture, and slowed his steps, trying not to make a little movement.

The moment Huai Zhi'an closed his eyes, Shanyu tacitly sensed Huai Zhi'an's thoughts.

Just as her Senior Brother Yu Mo sharpened his sword path by practicing the Closed Mouth Sword, Huai Zhi'an should be in a similar situation today.

It's just that the method and path chosen by Huai Zhi'an are really very much people dare to think of, and very people can do it.

As Huai Zhi'an got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, the surrounding plugged in the mountain could no longer be called a "residual sword", but an "ancient sword".

The "soul bodies" with cloudy eyes and blurred faces before also gradually became clear at this time, probably stimulated by Huai Zhi'an, and these souls even had a little agility in their eyes.

When he was only a few steps away from the top of the mountain, Huai Zhi'an's pace finally slowed down.

Because what appeared in front of him were five people with solid bodies and smart eyes, as if they were real people, and even one of them, Huai Zhi'an, was very familiar.

The people who have seen his sword, and who have seen him in the illusion.

The great sword immortal who crossed the gap between immortals and mortals in only a hundred years and achieved the Vientiane Realm from mortals, Bai Yixuan!

It may be that the luck of the Lishan Sword Sect thousands of years ago was too prosperous, and the prosperity must decline, or it may be that the death battle between the Sword Sect and the Ghost Kingdom caused the luck of the world's sword path to be damaged.

So much so that now, thousands of years later, there is no sword path sect that can compare to the Lishan Sword Sect, and even the Great Sword Immortals of the Vientiane Realm are rare.

So now there are four men and one woman in front of them, and there are five Great Sword Immortals in the Vientiane Realm!

This scene has never even been seen in Shanyu, and Whale Xiaohe also widened his eyes, held his breath and concentrated, and didn't dare to take a breath in the air, for fear of disturbing Engong sharpening his sword!

"Offended."

Huai Zhi'an bowed slightly towards the five Great Sword Immortals in front of him and apologized in a low voice.

"Haha, it's okay, just catch the sword!" Bai Yixuan smiled heartily and didn't care.

"We are the most fortunate thing in a thousand years to be able to witness this moment."

The other four also smiled at the corners of their mouths, looked at them appreciatively, and nodded slightly.

The five Great Sword Immortals led by Bai Yixuan knew that these three people were not malicious when Huai Zhi'an and the three of them walked halfway up the mountain, after all, Huai Zhi'an and the Great Dao Wuji Health Preservation Skill in the body of Huai Zhi'an and the mountain language who had learned the true meaning of the Dao Returning to the Mountain could not be faked.

Dao Guishan is the hardcore brother of their Lishan Sword Sect, and they almost became in-laws.

Although there are some oolongs now, it is not a bad thing, although it is more than a hundred times more difficult than the normal sword road, but once it can be completely completed, the benefits obtained are immeasurable.

As soon as Bai Yixuan's five people were combined, he planned to let Huai Zhi'an continue to finish this road.

Huai Zhi'an nodded, although he felt that the pressure on his face suddenly increased countless times, he still took a step calmly.

Bai Yixuan's five people looked at each other and smiled, and they slashed together!

"Like a dream!"

"Look at the south of the river!"

"Traveling Away!"

"Nanlou Yue!"

"Set the storm!"

The exertion of the five Great Sword Immortals can be described as earth-shattering.

The sword shook all over the mountain, and the sound of the sword became louder and louder, like ten thousand thunders!

Shanyu and Whale Xiaohe clenched their fists, their hearts pounding.

It was Huai Zhi'an who faced these five swords, but even a slight hint of sword intent made the two of them shake and involuntarily become nervous.

In Huai Zhi'an's eyes, the five kinds of world-shattering sword intent turned into a huge and incomparable phantom, carrying infinite waves, breaking through the sea, covering the sky and the sun, soaring up to the Nine Heavens of the Green Underworld, breaking free from all the shackles of the world, and being free in the world!

Now this Kunpeng phantom is rushing towards Huai Zhi'an with the determination to kill!

Although Huai Zhi'an's pace slowed down, his posture was still calm, but the rusty sword in Huai Zhi'an's hand could no longer support it, and was directly broken in two by the sword qi that shook the heavens and the earth.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Huai Zhi'an's eyes, after all, it was a rusty sword caught casually in the river, and it was a good conscience sword to persist until now.

Inserting the broken sword into the mountain smoothly, it can be regarded as entering the sword mound, and the sword is buried here, Huai Zhi'an continued to take a step forward, and collided head-on with the Kunpeng phantom that the five sword intents turned into.

Huai Zhi'an stopped for the first time.

Heaven and earth are dead silent, and the melodious sound of the sword is calm, it is the calm before the rainstorm!

Then, ten thousand swords rang out!