Three days of cultivation passed in a blink of an eye, and Lin Tianxu's long-awaited trip to Sword Heart Valley was today.

The genius is bright, Lin Tianxu has already come out of the Hongmeng space, bathing and changing clothes attentively, and then adjusting his spirit to the best state, waiting quietly.

Under the giant sword of the Imperial Sword Peak, all the disciples of the Five Great Dao Sects who participated in this Dao Gate Contest all looked at Lin Tianxu, Yu Wensheng and Shen Peiran under the rising sun, and the three of them were listening to the last instructions of the Pavilion Master of the Ming Sword Pavilion with pious eyes at this time.

"Sword Heart Valley is the forbidden land of this pavilion, you must not act without permission after entering the valley, be sure to follow the Ming Sword Pavilion Elder who led the way, of course, I will also go in together, whether you have any harvest or not, you only have three hours.

If someone does not listen to the greeting, they will be sent out of the valley directly, and the elders will take you away when the time comes, so please cherish this opportunity. ”

Because only the top three disciples could enter the valley, and the division masters outside the Ming Sword Pavilion could only see them off here, Yun Qingzhen didn't ask anything more at this time.

Lin Tianxu looked at Shizun's perennial shabby robe, mottled hair, and calm eyes, he knew how much magma was actually boiling in Shizun's heart, and he knew how much Qiuluo Peak had on his shoulders The eyes of the previous generations of leaders!

Respectfully saluting the two real people and the other elders, he turned around and silently followed a few Ming Sword Pavilion elders and left the Imperial Sword Peak.

The Sword Heart Valley was in the northeast of the Imperial Sword Peak, and the three young disciples did not talk along the way, and Shen Peiran only walked quietly, and after an hour, he came to the mouth of the valley.

There is a thick fog shrouded in the valley mouth, and there is a faint flash of brilliance, which is an eye of the Ming Sword Pavilion's mountain protection array that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Each big Dao Gate has its own mountain gate mountain protection array, and the Ten Thousand Killing Array is the top three in the Chengyun Great World, and the three continents have always had a great reputation.

After Shen Xingtian, the Pavilion Master of the Ming Sword Pavilion, and several elders cast the spell together, the Ten Thousand Killing Array that sealed the Sword Heart Valley opened, and Lin Tianxu sensed that the true qi around him had a mysterious change, and the mist in front of him gradually dispersed in the change, and the path leading to the valley was revealed.

The mouth of the valley is a tightened mountain pass, and as you walk along the path, you find that it is getting wider and wider, and what appears in front of you is not the narrow valley you imagined, but a mountain basin surrounded by mountain peaks.

It is like an ordinary meadow, but there are mounds of different sizes, if it is a mound, there is no eerie dead air, and there is a spiritual aura everywhere in the valley, looming.

And all the aura fluctuations have an aura that is far higher than the cultivation of the five major masters now, Lin Tianxu knows that this is the aura power above the distraction.

This invisible coercion makes everyone who comes in for the first time have the urge to worship, because these faint breaths are all with a fierce murderous aura, although the blade of the sword is hidden, the sword is especially hidden.

And although they are all marks left by the killings in the past, for the disciples of the righteous path, they are very cordial, respectful but not afraid.

At this time, the elder in front also deliberately slowed down, while the young disciple behind him carefully sensed everything around him.

Lin Tianxu came into contact with the sword path not long ago, and when he flipped through the Heavenly Dao Sword Technique, he really felt Ling Yan's sword intent for the first time. At this time, he also completely relaxed his mind and used the realm of emptiness that he had comprehended when he practiced the Immortal Dafa of Ten Thousand Emptiness.

The whole body was completely emptied, all the defenses were removed, and the body and all the mind were opened, to feel the thoughts that appeared in the air.

He knew very well that under all the bulging mounds in front of him were the divine swords of the former famous town, and the excaliburs with a glorious past, how could they be willing to be silent forever?

The sword spirits with their own minds may also be eager for someone to take them away and go to the demon battlefield they yearn for day and night. After all, it was only on the battlefield of blood and fire that these divine swords could find their own vast world.

There are dozens of sword mounds in front of you, which one can really belong to you?

At this time, Shen Xingtian had disappeared into the distance, and the elder who led the team was none other than Shen Xingwen. Lin Tianxu stepped forward gently, "Elder Shen, can we walk around here by ourselves?" Also, where is the god-killer? ”

Hearing Lin Tianxu's question, Shen Xingwen's eyes flashed, staring at his face for a long time, and pointing in the direction of the northwest, "The three famous swords are over there, you can go over, but don't move easily." ”

Shen Peiran also heard their answer, and also stepped forward at this time, "Senior brother wants to see the god killing?" I'm with you, I'd like to see it too. ”

Yu Wensheng didn't follow, he didn't seem to have a point, he walked and stopped slowly, maybe for him, he didn't have the heart to cultivate the sword, he just wanted to feel the sword qi brought by various sword spirits, and hoped to have some understanding and hone his own cultivation.

Following the direction of Shen Xingwen's finger, Lin Tianxu walked towards his biggest dream now. Shen Peiran followed him obediently and did not disturb the senior brother's thoughts at this time.

The other sword mounds were scattered randomly in the valley, and the distance between them was three or five meters, and at most it was only three zhang. But when the two of them gradually approached the god-killing god, they found that they were the only ones in the surrounding ten zhang range.

The three mounds of earth that stand like a three-legged stand appear alone in front of you. This place is not like the previous place, there is a chaotic atmosphere, and it seems extraordinarily calm.

It's like the deep sea, even the wind can't visit it, and the air has long been stagnant. Only the isolated mound attracts all attention.

Lin Tianxu looked at this ordinary mound of dirt at this time, sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes slightly, slowed down his breathing, and tried to let go of all his body and mind, and to meditate and feel the three divine swords.

It was empty, and the invisible aura blocked the slightest sword intent in the distance, and there was still silence around.

Lin Tianxu began to let his thoughts drift, imagining the scene of a meteorite falling from the sky, bringing gold essence and cold iron, adding various auxiliary materials, and after countless tempering, the sword body was first formed.

Imagine the ancestors of the masters, alone with a sword, roaming the four seas, swaying demons and eliminating criminals. Endless killing intent began to appear on the Excalibur.

Imagine that on the battlefield of the Dao Demon, the sword is like a dragon, roaming in the battlefield, the cold light and sword shadow, and the demons have been awarded heads.

Imagine that the predecessors of the immortals went, leaving the sword and the valley empty, and from then on, only the name of the sword was heard in the world, and there was no sword shadow.

Imagine that the sword spirit has been silent for a hundred years, waiting for the awakening of the destined person, using the blood of the demon clan to cleanse the dust of thousands of years and shine in Kyushu again.

I was tracing thousands of years in my mind, and before I knew it, more than an hour had passed. Although Lin Tianxu tried his best to use the past glory and the current situation to resonate with the Excalibur, it was still empty.

Because he has no research on swordsmanship, Lin Tianxu can't think of any other way, and this opportunity may only be this time in his life, he doesn't want to pass by like this!

Shen Peiran was also sitting quietly beside her, her brows were slightly furrowed at this moment, and the bright sword shadow on her forehead was looming, and she was using her sword heart to communicate nothingness.

Kenshin is a very peculiar existence, in the history of the Ming Sword Pavilion, as long as there are disciples with Kenshin, they will have extraordinary talent in the comprehension of kendo and the sharpening of sword intent, and it should be the best way to use Kenshin to communicate with Sword Spirit.

Lin Tianxu's mind at this moment has shifted from the divine sword to himself, and he has traveled to this Taoist world in a daze, and his carefree years have been destroyed by the demons, and he who was tragically wiped out has unexpectedly obtained the gift of the ancestors.

Although he has made a slight progress in his cultivation for several years, he is still as small as gravel, and he is eager to enhance his strength, to a higher level, and to one day be able to set foot in the Northern Regions and kill all the demons.

Intertwined with boundless ambition and the ordinariness of reality, seeing that the divine sword has nothing to do with him, am I destined to be so inconspicuous?

The blood in his heart swelled up, and his calm state of mind fluctuated, and at this time, he heard his unyielding heartbeat in the silence.

The sound of the heartbeat slowly grows louder and slowly becomes muffled, huh? There seemed to be a heartbeat around his body, and at first he thought it was an illusion from his imagination, but it slowly became clear, and one by one it seemed to be slowly hammered into his own divine sea.

Lin Tianxu looked up and saw Shen Peiran beside him with a surprised look, it turned out that it was not an illusion, but something unknown happened suddenly.

Soon, several Ming Sword Pavilion elders in the distance also sensed the situation here, and even Shen Xingtian suddenly appeared. However, it was as if there was an invisible wall blocking them, and they could only look at the two disciples sitting in front of the mound from more than ten zhang away.

At this time, Lin Tianxu and Shen Peiran both thought that their piety was in line with a certain divine sword, and the heartbeat around them became slower and slower, but more and more powerful, as if a sleeping giant was slowly waking up.

"God-killing, movement comes out of God-killing!" Shen Xingtian, who could only watch from afar, also lost his former calm at this moment, and exclaimed, after all, for him, killing gods is also an existence to worship, this is the head of the famous sword!

After a short period of confusion, Lin Tianxu and Shen Peiran also felt that the sound of heartbeat was coming from the mound in the center, and an old aura was being generated and rapidly becoming stronger.

The two of them did not dare to move at this time, staring blankly ahead, waiting for what might happen next.

The sound of heartbeat became more and more shocking, and every rise and fall brought Lin Tianxu's whole body to shock, feeling that his breathing, his body, and all his divine thoughts were drawn by this heartbeat, and his qi, blood, and true qi began to respond violently.

It was just the time of tea, and the breath in the field increased again and again, and the coercion brought by the sound of heartbeat even made Lin Tianxu and Shen Peiran unable to stand up, and slowly lowered down.

"During the distraction period, this aura is still strengthening!" Shen Xingtian couldn't care about his surprise at this time, "The middle stage of distraction, the late stage of distraction, the great consummation of distraction!" ”

A look of horror appeared on his face, and the elders around him also became frightened. After all, Shen Xingtian was only in the late Yuan Infant stage, and the situation that appeared now was completely beyond the expectations of the Ming Sword Pavilion present.

"It's still breaking through, leaving, clutching period!" The coercion on his face made several seniors in the Yuan Infant Stage more than ten zhang away unable to resist it, and slowly fell to his knees.