Before Ling Zhan could react, Jian Wuchen grabbed his body, his figure flashed, and the two of them left the guest room in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Jian Wuchen took Ling Zhan to the top of Wanjian Mountain, the cold wind around him was bone-chilling, and Ling Zhan subconsciously hugged his arms. Reflecting the dim moonlight, Ling Zhan saw that except for the pure land under his feet, the other places were filled with all kinds of sword hilts. Although the sword body has experienced the vicissitudes of time, under the refraction of the moonlight, it is still cold and shining, and the cold air is pressing.

"Senior, is this the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain?" Ling Zhan only wore a single coat, and shivered when he faced the cold wind.

Jian Wuchen nodded and said, "That's right, this is the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain." ”

"Senpai, why did you bring me to this place?"

Previously, Jian Wuchen had a great interest in Ling Zhan and wanted to accept apprentices on his behalf, but he was refused, and he didn't expect that he would bring himself to this place in the middle of the night. Although the opponent was a Martial Venerable, Ling Zhan had a magic weapon like a black stone in his hand, which could instantly teleport to Bing Ge Tower when he encountered danger. Besides, he had long planned to break into the ninety-nine-story tower, and if Jian Wuchen wanted to make a move, Ling Zhan would leave this place immediately.

"Boy, you are a natural sword and bone, and those who have such a talent in the Southern Wilderness for 100,000 years are only five fingers. Meeting you is fate, and I feel the breath of "Ten Directions Killing Swords" from you!" Jian Wuchen's tone was calm, like an old man talking to his juniors, and his beard was white, and he looked at Ling Zhan with a peaceful face.

Ling Zhan was shocked in his heart, when he usually practiced the "Ten Directions Killing Sword", he only felt that the ten swordsmanship was stronger than the other, and he had also admired the author for killing twelve martial masters with only one sword cultivation of the Martial Saint, and he didn't think about it at that time, but he didn't expect that the special reward given to him by this Bing Ge Sect Weapon Spirit could be related to the Tianmen, the head of the six sects in the Southern Wasteland.

If Ling Zhan had known about this, I am afraid that he would not have cultivated until he died. Think about it, even people like Wang Zhi who can't get on the stage have heard of "Ten Directions Killing Sword", can that person from Tianmen not know it? Moreover, this martial artist in front of him directly felt the sword intent of the Ten Directions Killing Sword on his body.

Ling Zhan's eyes rolled, he reached into his pocket and took the black stone out of the storage ring. If something goes wrong, run away right away!

Jian Wuchen didn't find Ling Zhan's thoughts, only to see him take two steps, and the long sword where he passed continued to tremble, letting out bursts of whimpering and low sounds, and the sound gradually became louder, like an iron horse Jinge, a big wave of sand, and later, the tens of millions of swords in the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain began to vibrate, and for a while, the dance and music sounded in unison, like a heartbeat, trembling regularly!

Jian Wuchen turned around, looked at Ling Zhan in the center of the mountain, and said, "Do you feel it?" The sword under your feet is beating with your pulse, and every breath you take brings them new life!"

"Me?"

Ling Zhan stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "Senior, this is the first time I have come to this place, and I have never heard of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain before, and the ten thousand swords hissing under my feet, isn't it because of you?"

To be honest, when Jian Wuchen first spoke, Ling Zhan deliberately controlled his breathing, and he found that no matter how he moved, the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain under his feet was beating with his pulse.

The sword is dustless, what is said is true.

But Ling Zhan didn't understand, he didn't understand why he was able to resonate with Wanjian Mountain when he first came to this place.

Is it just because he was born with a sword bone, or is it because he has practiced "Ten Directions Killing Sword"?

No, it's not like that.

Ten Thousand Swords Mountain's tens of thousands of long swords followed Ling Zhan's pulse, stretching one after another, one anxious and one slow, seeing this magnificent scene, Ling Zhan's heart was naturally excited, when his heart was beating faster, he found that the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain under his feet actually turned!

Yes, the whole mountain turns!

Like a heavy meat grinder, causing a huge storm, the sword intent is monstrous, it can tear apart a life, and thousands of long swords under his feet rotate in unison, forming a layer of super strong sword gang!

"Senior, what's going on!"

At this time, the weather of Wanjian Mountain is thousands, the atmosphere of the landscape platform is incomparably magnificent, and Ling Zhan is dressed in a green shirt like a sword god descending to earth, and his mind moves, and the long sword is white and dewy in his hand.

He wanted to stop the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain under his feet, but once the mountain turned, it couldn't stop anymore!

"Ling Zhan, although "Ten Directions Killing Sword" has been lost for 10,000 years, and I don't know where you learned it, but today you and I are destined to meet, and I want to send you a great transformation!"

"Great Creation?"

Regarding the fanaticism in Jian Wuchen's eyes, Ling Zhan could see it clearly.

As the saying goes, it is impossible to drop a pie in the sky, and even if it drops a pie, it is impossible to hit yourself on the head, and even if it really hits your head, the pie is likely to be poisoned!

For the creation that Jian Wuchen wanted to send, Ling Zhan didn't want it!

"Senior, I have already worshiped under the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect Mishan Wuzun, and it is impossible for me to become your junior disciple or apprentice anymore. Ling Zhan paused, stared at Jian Wuchen dressed in white and said, "So, this creation should be left to others, the kid can't afford it." ”

"Hahaha, your kid is really the same as that wood, it's all elm lumps. This great creation, others can't ask for it, but you ignore it!" Jian Wuchen slowly came to Ling Zhan's side and said: "The way of the sword seems to be smooth, but in fact it is extremely dangerous, how can it be so simple? Seeing you today is fate, I hope you can inherit the mantle of our Wanjian Mountain!"

Jian Wuchen said very temptingly, and Ling Zhan also wanted to agree, but he still refused: "Senior, I think you should still leave it to the people of Tianmen, I, after all, am an outsider"

Jian Wuchen waved his hand, signaling that Ling Zhan didn't need to say much: "Pursuing the Great Dao, how can you come to the sect to say, since you and I are destined, then what I gave you is yours, not to mention that you have cultivated the "Ten Directions Killing Sword", and you can be regarded as a person in half the Heavenly Gate." ”

Regarding the logic of Jian Wuchen, Ling Zhan was a little speechless, no sect of practice is considered a person of any sect, if he learns all the exercises in the world, wouldn't he be known as a disciple of ten thousand sects. Ling Zhan scratched his head and said: "Senior, I also got this "Ten Directions Killing Sword" by chance, and the book is a fragment, and I only learned the first three styles!"

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" Jian Wuchen shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect you to only learn the remnants, I thought you had learned the entire set of ten sword styles." However, that's fine, I still have the sword spectrum of the next three styles here, and I will pass it on to you later!"

Ling Zhan was surprised by Jian Wuchen's words, how could there be such a good thing in this world, when he met someone, he wanted to pass on the sword score skills to himself, to be honest, although he was a little handsome, but he was not in a state of being amazed and loved by everyone. When Jian Wuchen mentioned the benefits to himself many times, he had to attract Ling Zhan's attention.

"Boy, do you know where this Ten Thousand Swords Mountain came from?" Without waiting for Ling Zhan to speak, the white-eyed swordsman asked and answered himself, looked at the dim crescent moon in the sky, and said flatly: "One hundred thousand years ago, the Heavenly Gate was stored here, but at that time it was not called the Heavenly Gate, but it was called the Southern Heavenly Gate. Jian Wuchen paused and continued: "The Southern Wilderness Divine Prefecture is far away, and the sect has gone through ups and downs several times, and it was not until 30,000 years ago that it could be ranked among the top ten sects. Nantianmen has always been dominated by the two sects of swords, the sword sect and the sword sect are strong and uncertain, leading each other to the Nantianmen, until 10,000 years ago, the strong sword nine candles of the sword sect were born, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, with the heavenly gate swept the other nine major sects, becoming the head of the Southern Wilderness Continent. ”

Ling Zhan had never been in contact with the history of the Southern Wilderness Continent, and he knew nothing about the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Sect, let alone other sects. When Jian Wuchen talked about the past of Tianmen, Ling Zhan stood up patiently.

Jian Wuchen spoke, falling into the scene described: "At that time, the Nantianmen with the Nine Candles of the Sword was almost the dominant family of the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect, which was also the Nantianmen, was much more down. People are strong and jealous, Jian Jiu Candle caused the dissatisfaction of the Sword Sect, and later let him step down, Jian Jiu Candle refused, so there was an infighting in Nantianmen!" Jian Wuchen's tone was flat, and he said slowly: "It was an unprecedented melee, the corpses in Nantianmen were all over the field, and the Sword Sect suffered heavy casualties, and finally Jian Jiuzhu was ready to withdraw and lead the Sword Sect to leave Nantianmen." However, the people of the Sword Sect refused, so it triggered a brawl in the Holy Land. Nantianmen is close to Dengxiantai, and within a few years, there will be a martial pole, the battle of the Holy Land, thousands of martial poles will fight together, and it will be even more tragic than Nantianmen!"

Hearing this, Ling Zhan's expression froze, and he said in his heart, could it be that this Ten Thousand Swords Mountain was caused by the return of that Sword Nine Candles and Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect? Finally, in order to stop the war in the sect, Jian Jiu Candle sacrificed himself?

Jian Wuchen did not stop, and continued: "Jian Jiuzhu is covered with two hundred sword bones, and he created the original "Ten Directions Killing Sword", came here and shouted 'Sword Come', and finally sacrificed ten thousand swords to return to the sect, so that thirty million long swords from the extreme north of the Southern Wilderness came to the South Heavenly Gate, forming the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain!"

Ling Zhan's palms were cold, and the Ten Directions Killing Sword Cultivation in the Heart Dao was at the highest level, and with a "sword coming", he was able to borrow 30 million long swords, and the sword dance in the sky was all over the sky, what a momentum this was!

Jian Wuchen came to Ling Zhan's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Later, Jian Jiuzhu used the Ten Directions Killing Sword to bury the bones of the Three Hundred Dao Sect Wuji here, and the South Heavenly Gate was officially renamed Tianmen!" Jian Wuchen stared at Ling Zhan's eyes and said, "Boy, hearing this, do you still want this great creation I said!"