Ancient Sword Town, the world outside the fence of wooden houses.

The green hills in the distance are lush, and the grass is green at the feet, and the shadows are a little sparse, perhaps because of the afternoon.

However, for Yang Feng, who grew up in the city, he is very curious about everything here, although it is not the first time to see such a vibrant scene.

But he couldn't remember anything better.

The only bad thing is that the dantian is shrouded in a mysterious power, and it is impossible to fly with the sword.

In this ancient sword town, the streets in the afternoon are so quiet, and there are occasionally a few pedestrians, but they are also in a hurry.

"This big brother, it's still early, why are you in such a hurry?"

met several waves of people in a row, all of them looked in a hurry, Yang Feng pulled an older middle-aged man and asked.

was pulled by Yang Feng's sleeves, and the other party did not have any bad emotions.

"Young man, you're a foreigner, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh, I just came to Gujian Town not long ago."

Hearing Yang Feng say that he had just come to Ancient Sword Town, he couldn't help but look at it a little more, and said, "No wonder, we are going to the Ancient Sword Temple to worship Lord Sword Spirit, why don't you go with us, so as not to collide with Lord Sword Spirit." ”

When Yang Feng heard this, he was immediately puzzled, what if someone built a temple for a sword? Aren't ordinary temples dedicated to Bodhisattvas and Buddhas?

It's good here, not to mention building a temple for the sword, but also worshipping the sword as a god.

"Uh-huh."

Press the doubts in your heart, and you should admit it.

This is a team of three people, plus Yang Feng and his group of four, walking towards the end of the street.

Don't say it, this man from Ancient Sword Town, he looks, heh! That's called a strong, in urban dialect, at least one meter eight, Yang Feng, who was originally proud of his height of one meter seven or eight, looked ashamed of himself under the height of these three big men.

Just when Yang Feng was thinking wildly, a "tower" shaped ancient temple could be faintly seen not far away, which Yang Feng was also puzzled about, but he did not delve too deeply, and all kinds of mysteries in the meantime would be known after a while.

"Little brother, look at the ancient tower in front of you that towers into the sky, it is my ancient sword town, the temple where I worship the sword spirit."

One of the rugged men put his arm around Yang Feng's shoulders and said.

"Brother, where is the sword spirit lord in your mouth? I haven't figured it out for half a day. ”

Although he guessed that it was impossible for these ordinary people to know the mystery of the ancient sword, Yang Feng still had a glimmer of hope.

"Shhhh Little brother, this Lord Sword Spirit can't talk about it casually, our Ancient Sword Town has been quiet and peaceful for generations, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, but it all depends on the blessing of Lord Sword Spirit. ”

The rugged man, frightened by Yang Feng's words, changed his face drastically, and hurriedly prayed to the sword spirit.

Yang Feng secretly slandered, how backward is the civilization here, what age is this, and it is still so superstitious.

"Oh, got it."

Yang Feng didn't plan to continue asking, after all, how could ordinary people be able to break the mystery.

At this time, Yang Feng called for the remnant immortal in his heart, but after a long time, he still didn't get a response, and Yang Feng buried a few words.

Then he entered the Ancient Sword Temple with the three of them.

This ancient sword temple covers an area of fifty miles, accounting for half of the land area of ancient sword town, this is nothing, in the ancient sword temple, the number of worshippers is countless.

Yang Feng roughly estimated that maybe all the residents of Gujian Town had come here.

Maybe Jian Chan and Jian Yi are also here, after all, the two of them are also long-term residents of this ancient sword town, so there is no reason not to come to worship the sword spirit.

"Long Da, have you come to worship the sword spirit?"

"Mmmm, Sister Liu, are you here to pray for blessings or to ask for a son?"

Yang Feng is no stranger to the person who talks to the rugged man in front of him, the first time he and Pan Xuan came here, it was this warm-hearted Sister Liu who led the way for them.

After Yang Feng came to the Ancient Sword Temple, it didn't take long for him to find an excuse to separate from Long Da and the others, he looked around carefully, and found that everyone here was actually pious, and it seemed that he really regarded the three-zhang long giant sword enshrined in the main hall as a god.

"Could this be the ancient sword that the bad old man said?"

Yang Feng's eyes scanned from top to bottom, and found that it was a sword made of ordinary sculptures, and the only unique place was that the sword intent here was five times that of the outside world.

It's no wonder that the streets here are mostly merchants selling swords, and occasionally you can sense one or two knights who comprehend sword intent, of course, they comprehend some ordinary sword intent.

"Tsk! The sword intent here is so strong, why don't I practice my sword here, and strive to cultivate the sword intent to perfection as soon as possible, so that I can launch a general attack on the transformation realm. ”

Under Jian Yi's explanation during this time, Yang Feng already had a general idea of the cultivation stage of sword cultivation.

I also know that there is still a long way to go before I can awaken the sword spirit.

But he will have the combat power of a first-level mentor in three years, so he does not dare to slack off in the slightest.

I just looked around and found that it was crowded with people, and it was not easy to practice swords, so I went to the altar alone to see if I could find anything, and by the way, I spent time waiting for night to fall.

He didn't believe that so many people would have to spend the night in this ancient temple.

Yang Feng came to the altar, inexplicably producing an uneasy mood, and at the same time, the Spirit Sword actually made a strange movement, and there was a roar, if it was not tightly held by Yang Feng, it was estimated that it would have flown out at this time.

"What's going on? Something seems to be summoning the Spirit Sword. ”

The Spirit Sword in Yang Feng's hand kept vibrating, but it was held by Yang Feng, and it kept roaring.

There seemed to be an aura emanating from the altar, something other than sword intent.

Yang Feng forcibly put the Spirit Sword in his hand into the Qiankun bag.

Begin to carefully walk the stairs leading to the altar.

The stairs on this altar became stronger with each step.

Just when Yang Feng climbed the second step and was about to continue walking.

A figure stopped Yang Feng.

"This is not the place for you, young man, please get out of here."

It was a face full of vicissitudes of life, and it was a backbone bent by the will of heaven and earth.

A withered yellow hand, after stopping Yang Feng, just used a hoarse voice to warn Yang Feng once, and then he was stationed in an important position on the altar like a devout believer.

Yang Feng glanced at the old man deeply, then turned around and left without looking back.

You must know that with his divine sense during the foundation building period, he didn't even notice the arrival of the old man, which shows one point, that is, the old man's cultivation is far above him.

What's more, at this moment, his dantian was sealed to death, and he couldn't use the slightest yuan force at all.

Yang Feng left silently, but he was curious about this altar, at the top of the altar, what could make the Spirit Sword in his hand move.

You must know that since Yang Feng obtained the Spirit Sword from Pan Xuan, it was the first time that the Spirit Sword had this kind of change.

Yang Feng, who had "spiritual communication" with the Lingsha Sword Spirit, could feel the urgency of the Lingsha Sword Spirit.

Yang Feng calmed himself down, and then tried to communicate with the Spirit Sword Spirit, since he passed the test of the Spirit Sword Spirit, he could no longer enter the state of emptiness and go to the inner world of the Spirit Sword Spirit.

But at this moment, he actually entered the state of emptiness again.

I saw the Spirit Sword Spirit.

"What's on the altar?"

"I don't know, but there's a voice calling to me, and I can't help myself."

The Spirit Sword Spirit didn't know what was on the altar himself.

Soon Yang Feng was forced to withdraw from the Void Netherworld, this time the time was too short, he didn't have time to ask at all, and left the inner world of the Spirit Evil Sword.

"No, you must go to this altar at night."

Yang Feng made up his mind, as long as he was a person, there would always be a time to rest, not to mention that the other party was still an elderly man with half of his body in the ground.

Definitely need to rest.

Yang Feng found an inconspicuous place and began to meditate, although the mysterious power of this blocked the Yuan Force in the dantian, it did not prevent him from absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate.

It's just that the five elements of aura between heaven and earth are so pitiful that they can almost be ignored.

As if Yang Feng had expected such a situation, he was still unmoved, meditation and cultivation were only secondary, and the purpose was to wait for nightfall.

There are no years of cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk.

The people who came to worship in the ancient sword temple also began to leave one after another.

Finally, the originally lively ancient sword temple also began to become deserted, as for the main hall dedicated to the ancient sword.

There are countless offerings and flowers.

It is the mayor of Gujian Town who manages the Ancient Sword Temple, but every time the residents come to worship the Sword Spirit, they don't see the mayor.

Yang Feng originally planned to go to the altar now, but when he saw the figure in the corner, he hurriedly hid his breath in case he was discovered.

"Lord Sword Spirit, please do well, save my son!"

The figure in that corner actually pulled out a coffin, and from a distance, Yang Feng could smell the foul smell emanating from the coffin.

The figure in the corner slowly walked out.

I saw that the man was wearing a demon mask, making a sharp voice, his hair was draped over his shoulders, and his body was covered by a black cloth robe.

Woohoo!

Two mysterious powers shrouded the coffin.

The man in the demon mask bowed in the direction of the ancient sword's spell.

"Thank you, Lord Sword Spirit."

After speaking, his body seemed to be deprived of something at the moment when the sword spirit cast the spell, and his hair turned gray in an instant.

Incredibly, the dead coffin suddenly moved.

Rumble!

After a loud bang, a fresh life jumped out of the coffin.

Out of the coffin was a young boy, no more than ten years old.

"Mother, I'm afraid!"

After the boy rushed out of the coffin, he immediately grabbed the sleeve of the old woman's coat.

"Me, my poor child! Quick, thank you, Lord Sword Spirit. ”

The old woman, with white hair as white as snow, spoke to the child in a trembling voice.

The boy, after hearing this, ran to the ancient sword, "poof", knelt down and put his hands together, and said reverently: "Thank you, Lord Sword Spirit!" ”

The old woman was like a candle in the wind, crumbling, and a smile appeared on her face when she saw the boy who had "come to life" again.

Yang Feng, who was hidden in the shadows, suddenly had doubts when he saw this magical scene.

"Bringing the dead back to life" is something that even the person who is known as the first immortal of Hongchen in the humanoid pendant can't do.