When Su Hanshan saw his physical body again, it was in the Flying Sword Sect.

Before, his body was indeed brought back to the martial arts hall by the second uncle and secretly hidden.

However, after Situ Daozi's death, Situ Yuntao gave Zen Master Guangming a breath and asked them to rush to the Feiliu Sword Sect.

There have been too many things in Xueling recently, and Situ Yuntao has to calculate a lot of things that can be put together.

The chariots and horses galloped along the road between the fields, and they were getting closer and closer to the four mountains of the Feiliu Sword Sect.

The pavilions and pavilions on the mountain, the creek flowers and trees, and the sword pond courtyard are all in the thin mist, becoming clearer and clearer.

Under the tall mountain gate halfway up the mountain, Zuo Longsheng saw the carriage and horse galloping over, his eyes swept away, and he couldn't help but fall on a young girl who was armed with a sword and was heroic and vigorous.

The girl had already seen him, and although the horse was still galloping without stopping, she was stunned when she kept shaking the reins in her hand and urging the horses to move.

Fortunately, this horse is well-trained, and when it reaches the foot of the mountain, in front of the stone steps, there is no need for the master to restrain the horse, and it naturally slows down and stops.

"Daddy!"

Zuo Xiangyun's eyelashes trembled, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes were already warm and sour, although he had heard the news of his father on the road, he still couldn't control it when he really reunited.

She wiped it on her face, turned over and dismounted, galloped away, and threw herself into Zuo Longsheng's arms.

Zuo Longsheng was also a little sore, touched Zuo Xiangyun's hair, patted his back, and comforted in a low voice.

After Su Tieyi dismounted, he waited for a while, and saw that the father and daughter had complained of a long farewell, and then lifted the flaming red stone on the car and approached it.

"The county lieutenant is next to the sword pond at the top of the cliff in the East Mountain."

Zuo Longsheng took his daughter's hand and said with a smile, "I'll show you the way." ”

The people up and down the Feiliu Sword Sect have been controlled by Zuo Longsheng and the people of several nearby counties, and after eradicating a batch, most of them will be sent to do labor.

Therefore, there are not many people dressed as disciples of the Sword Sect on the mountain now, but there are many quick catchers, carrying all kinds of cage documents, running around, and they are very busy.

There are also people who are measuring the land, registering the strange plant medicinal fields collected by the Feiliu Sword Sect, drawing a map, and checking the number.

But the place at the top of the cliff in the east mountain, few people approached.

There were no buildings or fields over there except for a sword pond, and because Liu Zhaoheng was often over there, teaching Liu Zhicheng and others swordsmanship, over the years, the sword intent had penetrated that land.

As long as people get close to it, they will feel cold all over their bodies, and their skin will be as uncomfortable as pins and needles.

Zuo Longsheng was worried about his daughter, so he stopped when he walked to the top of the stone steps when there were still seven or eight steps left, and did not really go up to the top of the cliff.

The cycad coat has rough skin and thick flesh, and it has advanced by leaps and bounds in the realm of true form, and the secrets of the hundred schools of thought in the Southern Song Dynasty and the six Tao Sutras of the Cangtian Yin Fu have made him complete the tempering of the bones and flesh, skin and internal organs of the whole body, leaving only one brain, and he still needs to rely on the thoughts of the gods and spirits.

The remnant sword intent on the cliff was like taking a shower under a cool waterfall for him, but it was just right, and the pores of his mixed body were dilated.

"Here we are."

Situ Yuntao turned around, greeted, and raised his hand to grab it.

The fiery red boulder, which was more than a person high, immediately floated into the air, decomposing like smoke, revealing Su Hanshan, who was in his inner robe, neat and tidy, and his eyes were closed.

Although it has been sealed for a long time, and there is still no soul in the body, once the seal is lifted, this body will automatically breathe.

The complexion is ruddy, the chest is slightly undulating, the breath is deep and rhythmic, and the pure yang power naturally grows in the body, bit by bit, the wisps of it, and it becomes more mellow.

Situ Yuntao's right eye lit up, and a phantom flew out of his eye, falling into the flesh.

"Whew!"

Su Hanshan's eyelids moved, his eyes opened, and between exhaling and inhaling, he felt a perfect fit with his body.

Although it is not as strong as Situ Yuntao's physical body, he is still in this physical body, which makes his divine soul the most comfortable.

There's a sense of grounded satisfaction that you can take full control.

He adjusted his body slightly, fell back to the ground, stomped his feet, raised his arms, turned his wrists, moved his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's okay, after being sealed in the stone for so long, I don't feel stiff and uncomfortable at all, just a little thirsty." ”

Su Tieyi knew his nephew's hobbies, chuckled, and instead of giving him a gourd, he took out a bag of plums from his sleeve.

"Thank you, Second Uncle."

Su Hanshan's eyes lit up, and he threw a word into his mouth and nodded slightly.

"You love sweetness, this taste is relatively rare in the Northlands."

Situ Yuntao shook his head slightly, and said, "However, this Feiliu Sword Sect specially draws spring water and plants plum blossom forests, if you live here for a while in the future, you can personally taste the fun of plum formation and pickling." ”

The place of the Feiliu Sword Sect is located between the three counties, and it is too far away from the county government, so it is not difficult to control the remaining manpower of the Feiliu Sword Sect, raid the treasure house, and take inventory of the industry.

However, it is necessary to ensure the smooth change of this territory and ensure that the treasury of the Flying Sword Sect for so many years will not be secretly coveted by some people with intentions, covering their heads and faces, and taking advantage of the fire to rob.

That still has to be Situ Yuntao to come in person, so that there is enough deterrence.

As for the follow-up, it is best for Zuo Longsheng to live here permanently, and Su Hanshan can also live more to provide protection.

"The wealth is moving, not to mention that on the other side of the East China Sea, there are forces from overseas demon countries, and the imperial army is at war, and the battlefield will not directly spread to this vicinity, but it is likely to add chaos to the surrounding area."

Situ Yuntao turned his head and said, "After the turmoil in Xueling, on the whole, some masters have been lost, and in order to enhance the foundation, the development of the Sword Tomb Ruins should not be delayed." ”

"Besides, there is also something in the sword tomb that was agreed with you, junior brother."

Su Hanshan chewed on the words, his bulging cheeks didn't move, and his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Yes." ”

Zuo Longsheng, who was standing on the stone steps and chatting with his daughter, also heard the conversation here, patted his daughter on the shoulder, and took the initiative to come.

"After this period of recuperation, I am also ready, and I can assist in sensing the Sword Tomb Ruins at any time."

"Now then!"

Situ Yuntao snorted lightly, and slashed towards the cliff with one palm.

I saw the vast clouds and mist under the cliff, and suddenly cracked, but what flashed out of the crack was not the scenery under the mountain, but a layer of distorted halo, like green but not green, like gold but not gold.

Like an aurora streamer, slowly emerging.

Situ Yuntao had used Liu Zhaoheng's body to sit here for a long time, and he had studied things related to the sword tomb, and with his cultivation in the realm of the Divine Mansion, now that he had made a direct move, he could sense the location of the sword tomb.

But being able to sense doesn't mean it can be opened.

This is where Zuo Longsheng comes into play.

I saw Zuo Longsheng's hands sealed, the back of his hand arched, his fingertips together, his thumb adducted, like a turtle shell, and suddenly his ten fingers trembled and scattered.

In most of the seals, this action is done to symbolize lotus flowers, flames, and so on.

But Zuo Longsheng's action, when his fingertips trembled, he shot out droplets of water in the air.

The afterimage of the fingers of the palms, mixed with the water droplets, makes this seal look like a splash of water after a heavy object has fallen into the water.

As soon as the water splash is released, it turns into a turtle shell again, sinks downward, and gradually reaches the dantian.

The turtle fell into the water and fell into the sea of air, which is the homecoming!

The aurora under the cliff suddenly trembled, and countless traces appeared on the surface.

Originally, it was said that it was like a streamer, just a vague outline, but in fact, the aurora was extremely smooth, and there was no gap.

But now, the texture of the silk fabric really appeared in the aurora, as if it was woven by thousands of thin threads shuttling and swimming.

The Sword Tomb's guardian formation is a mixture of all the swordsmanship moves of the Xilu Sword Sect and the paths of several bloodline talents.

Zuo Longsheng's bloodline coincides with one of the bloodline talents, and he has practiced the Xuangui Hanzhang Sword Technique, which can resonate.

Even if it was just the resonance of one of the silk threads, Situ Yuntao caught the clue.

He pointed at him like a sword, stabbing in the air again and again, and the aurora streamer was stabbed and twisted by his sword qi.

Twisting around, the bent places are all retracted inward, making the entire aurora streamer look completely straightened.

Situ Yuntao slashed with his palms, and the sword qi was silent, but the aurora streamer was neatly cracked from the middle, blooming an oval portal.

What emerges from the portal is like a miniature mountain landscape.

"Let's go!"

Situ Yuntao crushed under his feet, and the huge red cloud steamed, not only lifting several people on the cliff into the air, but also protecting Zuo Xiangyun who remained on the stone steps and pulling him to one place.

The red cloud flew into the air, plunging into the portal.

The moment I passed through the portal, the originally miniature mountain scenery suddenly became larger.

They appeared in the sky above a completely new mountain field, which was completely different from the mountainous terrain where the Flying Sword Sect was now.

But after landing on the ground, Su Hanshan noticed that the soil and stone here were clearly of the same type as those of the Feiliu Sword Sect.

The Formation Ruins are different from the Void Secret Realm.

The Void Secret Realm is a vast space carved out of the void by the supreme powerhouse in his body, which was originally just a small dot that survived and died, but it was expanded and strengthened to the point where it could load the mountains and rivers of the city.

The remnants of the formation are just the opposite, they are some powerful sects that use the mountain protection formation to fold the space that originally existed in the natural world, so that outsiders cannot snoop on it.

Therefore, since ancient times, in troubled times, it often appears that some mountains and rivers disappear overnight.

The people of a certain city woke up and suddenly found that another city, which should have been a hundred miles away, had become their neighbors, and the original large area of land between the two cities was as if it no longer existed.

That is, someone has activated this kind of formation and wants to protect their own sect.

It's a pity that the reason why the formation ruins are called relics is because most of the sect members who used this method failed to survive.

After all, a powerful sect that can fold the space will be forced to the extent of this shrinking turtle, it must be because it has provoked a more powerful enemy, and in the troubled times, even if you can't find where the secret place of your sect is, relying on the contact of the people in the same sect and casting a curse, you can also curse the people hidden in the folded space to death.

In every round of troubled times, it is also the time when the way of the curse is most prevalent and the most effective.

The Xilu Sword Sect is obviously a sect that has not been able to withstand the curse.

In this formation space, there are huge palaces that have collapsed everywhere, the bones of swordsmen wearing the same clothes and killing each other, and sharp swords nailed to a whole cliff.

The place where they landed on Suhan Mountain was on the top of a mountain.

In the center of the hill there was the foundation of a palace, which was covered with dust, and the original walls and roof were not known to have been broken.

On the foundation sat more than a dozen white bones dressed in Confucian robes, all of which looked like their palms were pressed against the ground.

In a large fan-shaped area in front of them, thousands of sword-shaped stone spikes appeared in the rocky ground, and some of them still had mutilated skeletons hanging on them.

This scene has been frozen for more than 500 years.

But as soon as Su Hanshan and the others landed, the white bones of the Confucian robes sitting cross-legged suddenly fell apart, and a sword-shaped light flew out of each vertebrae.

The sword light was originally blue and white, but there were wisps of black gas around it, as if it had a crazy howling sound.

That's all resentment.

I don't know what kind of curse they were in back then, but after more than five hundred years, they have actually bred so many sword spirits with strong resentment.

"Humph!"

Zuo Longsheng was the first to strike, flicking his wide sleeves forward.

His robes were all turned over from the treasury of the Feiliu Sword Sect, which was high-grade silk, as light as rice paper, but under this flick, it seemed that countless heavy mercury was poured into the gap of silk, and it actually made a muffled thunderous sound.

More than a dozen sword spirits were immediately shocked, as if ordinary people were drunk, spinning around in the air, colliding with each other, and making a clanging sound.

Zuo Longsheng had a little resentment in his eyes, but he couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw that he had shocked all the sword spirits with one move.

He looked around and saw the scenery of the mountains in the distance, and his face showed a look of amazement.

When they mistakenly entered this secret realm of the Sword Tomb, they did not encounter these sword spirits.

In terms of quality, it is a little worse than these dozen sword spirits, but there are too many of them, and the people in the dart team are killed and injured in an instant.

He and Su Chaodong, the two ladder realms, failed to protect the people around them, and they were injured, and they only struggled for a while fighting and leaving.

If you had this strength back then...... It's a pity that there is no what if......

"Uncle Zuo!"

Su Hanshan was also looking out of the mountain, "Can you find out where you were back then?" ”

Situ Yuntao clasped his hands in his sleeves: "I can take you to fly to a high place again and swim around." ”

"Not necessarily!"

Zuo Longsheng raised his hand and pointed, "It's over there." ”

The red cloud flew up again, and it didn't take long for it to reach the sky above a forest of steles.

On the whole hillside, all of them are stone monuments, the big ones are more than ten zhang high, and the small ones are also three or four zhang long.

But most of them were broken to the ground, and there were many traces of fire.

There are also carts with wheels cut off, horse bones broken in half, and scarred humanoid skeletons, distributed among the steles.

Looking at the clothes left on those human bones, it was completely different from the disciples of the Xilu Sword Sect.

Su Hanshan saw the bones under one of the broken tablets, wearing a robe from his memory, and a green steel long sword was inserted beside him.

The sword has a pine-like texture on the hilt, the end of the hilt is carved into the shape of a small incense burner, and the gauntlet of the sword is shaped like the wings of a crane, which is finely carved.

It is said to be made of mica light steel, mixed with a kind of underground wind cave lapis gold sand, except for the extra toughness of the texture, there is no other benefit.

But Su Chaodong couldn't put down this sword and refused to leave a little blood stain on the sword.

Now the sword was stuck in the blood-stained black dirt, but the master could not care about it.

"Second uncle, Xiangyun!"

Su Hanshan suddenly said, "You wait for a while and then go down." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he flew out of the red cloud, harnessed the air current, and landed next to the skeleton.

Click!

As soon as his footsteps stepped on this land, a faint sword groan sounded in his ears.

Between the earth and stones, the tip of the sword emerged, and above the inscription, the blade of the sword was exposed.

The broken stone monument exuded a murderous aura, and the bleak wind made the barren grass in the soil turn gray.

Su Hanshan ignored all this, and just half-knelt beside the skeleton and grasped the hilt of the Songhe Ancient Sword.

Wisps of black smoke rose from the stele forest, and the sword spirit that emitted various colors of light completely appeared, and between the roars, it was like a school of fish eager to eat people, flying towards Su Han Mountain.

The ice-blue "swastika" character seal suddenly bloomed on the ground, and the seven rounds of Xuanbing meditation enchantment almost enveloped the entire stele forest.

All the sword spirits are frozen in the ice blue world.

Su Hanshan slowly pulled out the Songhe Ancient Sword, and the sword body was unearthed inch by inch, and the stains faded inch by inch.

The barrier is changing, from dark blue to pure blue, pure blue to crimson, red to golden, and golden to white.

The rotation of the five elements, the whole process, without a trace of internal force involved, is pure spiritual power.

Those dry bones and clothes were not damaged in the slightest, but those sword spirits had turned from agitated murderous aura to a terrible wail.

The benefits of Sword Spirit are numerous.

But all the sword spirits between this stele forest should not be left.

Su Hanshan put the neat Songhe Sword in the skeletal hand, the white finger bones held the hilt, and his hand held the bone hand.

"Dad, I'll take you home."

The white enchantment shook, and all the sword spirits in the stele field were shattered.

The enchantment is gone, the breeze is still there, no longer solemn, only gentle.

(End of chapter)