A few people from Qingwei Dao took Song Xing straight to the depths of the Shushan Sword Pavilion.

There are many buildings here, and the houses are lined up one after another, and the layout of each house is exquisite, and each has its own characteristics.

In the house, you can vaguely see a few ethereal breaths, which seem to be absent and unpredictable.

The disciples of Shushan, although they practiced swordsmanship, they also practiced various other methods. For example, formations, alchemy, and so on.

Soon, the four of them led Song Xing into one of the deep valleys that covered a large area.

Sword Pool, a secret place unique to Shu Mountain, only with the permission of the previous generations of masters can be qualified to enter the Sword Pool to refine the true yuan.

Here is a small lake, calm as a mirror, with sparkling water.

The lakeside is full of jade, each jade is cast by thousands of years of cold ice, crystal clear, exuding the coldness of the forest, showing that the temperature here is extremely low.

In this deep valley, there are thousands of swords inserted in the jade, and this is a special practice place for the disciples of Shushan.

Except for the disciples of Shushan, outsiders are not allowed to trespass. Otherwise, the punishment will be severe.

The four old men pointed to the center of the lake, where a large black stone stood a few feet square.

"Little friend, please take a look." Qingwei flipped his wrist, took out a jade talisman, bent his fingers and popped it out, turning into a streamer and shooting into the lake.

A thunderclap rang out, followed by a circle of waves surging in the lake.

The next moment, a monstrous sword intent rose from the bottom of the lake, instantly sweeping the entire audience, making the surroundings gloomy, as if the sky was about to collapse, full of endless might.

Song Xing's face changed slightly.

......As the lake rolled over, a crack suddenly appeared, and the crack expanded rapidly, eventually turning into a two-zhang wide channel.

"This is the sword pool." The four old men looked at Song Xing.

Song Xing looked at the crack, this sword pool turned out to be split by a sword!

It is said that the founder of Shu Mountain is a hero, and this sword pool is split by the founder of the mountain with a sword.

This sword pool contains an infinite amount of sharp sword intent, enough to destroy all enemies in the world.

Not only the sword pool, but also in this mountain and river, there are countless sword marks, which are the traces of the sword path left by the ancestor of Shushan.

Every sword mark is a heritage, and each sword mark can give birth to a sword fetus and become the inheritance of the Shushan Sword School.

"If Xiaoyou can successfully step into the sword pool, he may be able to use the training of the sword pool to prove that he has nothing to do with demons." Qingwei Daoist said.

"Thank you for telling me." Song Xing arched his hand.

He didn't talk nonsense, and raised his foot and stepped towards the sword pool.

As soon as he stepped into the sword pool, Song Xing felt that his blood was boiling, and his body was surging.

In an instant, a majestic sword intent erupted from Song Xing's body.

"Sneer......" Countless sword intents suddenly appeared in the void, and they intertwined, forming a sword net, wrapping Song Xing in the middle.

At the same time, at the other end of the sword net, there are turbulent waters.

A thick column of water appeared out of thin air and slammed into Song Xing.

"Humph!" Song Xing snorted coldly, and the surface of his body bloomed with brilliant golden rays, like gold casting, resisting this water column.

The water column crashed into Song Xing's body, bursting out with endless ripples. Song Xing didn't move at all, standing firmly on the surface of the water, and didn't even shake the corners of his clothes.

Inside the sword pool, one after another sword qi rushed in, dense and overwhelming.

But no matter how powerful the sword qi was, it couldn't get close to Song Xing for half a minute.

Song Xing's eyes were slightly closed, allowing the sword intent to wash away, motionless. The sword intent became more and more violent, but he was as majestic as a mountain, standing tall.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

The sword intent here is indeed extremely terrifying, even an ordinary person has the opportunity to comprehend the sword intent.

Moreover, he felt that the sword intent here was second only to the Zhuxian sword intent he had encountered at the beginning.

"Unscathed?" The four old men who were watching from the sidelines showed shocked expressions.

"Yes, it seems that Xiaoyou really didn't disappoint me." Qingwei Daoist said with a smile.

"The boss praised it." Song Xing smiled faintly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"In that case, let's talk about it in the Sword Pavilion." Qingwei stretched out her arm and made an inviting gesture.

Song Xing nodded, and followed Qingwei as he stepped towards a portal that appeared behind the sword pool.

"Buzz!"

As soon as he entered the portal, Song Xing felt that he was in an invisible realm.

Qingwei and others led the way in front, and they walked in this invisible realm, and they came to a cave gate with a familiar car.

Song Xing looked at this cave, about three meters high, about two feet thick, carved dragons and phoenixes on it, extremely luxurious.

The four old men pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Song Xing.

Walking into this cave mansion, Song Xing sensed a strong aura rushing towards his face.

"Originally, the aura in the sword pool was locked by the sword intent, and it was difficult to leak out, and this was the source of the spiritual veins of the entire sword mound. The aura here is the purest in the entire sword shrine. If it weren't for my Shushan disciple, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to step in. Qingwei Daoist explained slowly.

Song Xing nodded when he heard this, the reason why Shushan can become a holy place for cultivation is not only because it is among the five holy places for cultivation. The main reason is that the aura of Shushan is so strong, which is far inferior to several other cases.

"You come with us." Qingwei Daoist was the first to enter the depths of the cave.

The cave twists and turns, resembling the torso of a giant serpent.

Rows of braziers line the walls along the way, illuminating the path through the cave.

After walking for a while, everyone came to an empty hall.

In the center of this hall, there is a stone platform 100 zhang high, the stone platform is circular, and there is a sword tablet inlaid in the center, which flashes with a green luster.

"This sword tablet?" Song Xing's eyes were solemn, looking at the sword tablet in front of him, he felt a little strange.

This sword tablet is as high as eight or nine zhang, and its length and width are more than three or four zhang.

The stele is blue-green, and the surface is engraved with countless mysterious and mysterious patterns.

"Xiaoyou, since you are not a demon, I believe that you have no ill will towards Shushan, but we still have to ask one or two about you breaking through the external defense of the Lock Demon Tower and appearing in the forbidden land of the Lock Demon Tower."

Seeing that Song Xing was not a demon, Qingwei and the others were obviously relaxed, and their eyes softened a little.

"But it's okay to say it." Song Xingdao.

Qingwei Daoist nodded: "My Shushan Lock Demon Tower, which is the treasure of the Shushan Town faction, has a long history, and has suppressed countless big demons in the tower. ”

"In the past, there were foreign enemies who infiltrated the Lock Demon Tower, causing the big demon inside to escape. I have a senior in Shushan in order to suppress the big demon, alone into the tower, although the suppression of the big demon, but in the end also fell in the lock demon tower, his sword was also broken into two, left in the tower. Qingwei Daoren's tone was sad, and he continued: "Since then, Shushan has strictly sealed the surroundings of the Lock Demon Tower, except for a few people, no one can approach the Lock Demon Tower, so as not to repeat the mistakes of the past. ”

"I see, I've only occasionally heard of the Lock Demon Tower, but I didn't know that so many big demons were suppressed in the tower." Song Xing was surprised.

Qingwei Daoist nodded and said: "Yes, this is the duty of Shushan, if these monsters are born, they will definitely set off a bloody storm." ”

After a pause, Qingwei said again: "My Shushan Sword Pool, the elders of Shushan have all comprehended the sword intent here and obtained a highly accomplished swordsmanship. I just watched Xiaoyou have a strong sword intent hidden in his body, and he thinks that he is also a fellow sword cultivator. If you are interested, you can practice here and feel it. ”

Song Xing looked at Qingwei and smiled slightly, "Does the head of the sect want to put me under house arrest in this sword pool?" ”

Qingwei shook her head, "The stakes are very high, if the lock demon tower is chaotic, Shushan will also be chaotic, so before the investigation is clear, you can only be wronged." ”

Qingwei Daoist said again, "After all, the Lock Demon Tower is too big, and if something happens, no one in Shushan can afford it." ”

Qingwei Daoist sighed, he was also very embarrassed, this was their only choice.

Song Xing looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, and sensed that he really had no malicious intent, but simply wanted to find out the truth about his appearance here, so he sighed with emotion and said, "Okay, master, in fact, I came from outside the world." ”

(End of chapter)