"Here... Is it the Sword Shrine?"

Looking at the space that appeared in front of him, Han Chen's eyes were full of shock. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Swords, a lot of swords!

Long swords, short swords, heavy swords, thin swords, soft swords... All kinds of swords, scattered and distributed, upside down on the ground, densely packed, as far as the eye can see, it is impossible to count how many swords.

Some of these swords were rusty, as if they would decay when the wind blew them, turning into smoke and dust. Some are full of gaps and cracks, as if they would be broken at the slightest touch, while others stand upright, although covered with dust, but as if they have spirits, even if they are sealed, they must stand upright and will not fall.

But whether they are rusty, full of chips, cracks, or dust, these swords still have an amazing edge.

Han Chen could clearly feel that these swords seemed to really have spirits, and the sharp aura they exuded was the accumulation of years, the precipitation of past glory, and the unwillingness to be sealed now...

The sharp aura of thousands of swords converged in the air, stirring the void and soaring into the sky, forming a terrifying storm of sword qi, raging and roaring in the sky.

With that kind of might, even if it was Han Chen, he felt his heart tremble.

"These swords are the swords of the ancestors of my Han clan for hundreds of thousands of years, after they returned to the ruins, the swords were sealed here, 130,000 years to the present, no one knows, even how big this sword mound is, no one knows!" Han Cang took a step, walked down from the teleportation platform, and said slowly.

Hearing this, Han Chen raised his eyes and looked around, his gaze could only see a hundred meters away, and farther away. I couldn't see it clearly, as if there was a thick cloud and mist, shrouded in it.

His mind moved, and soul power erupted from the center of his eyebrows, spreading out like a tide, wanting to see how big this sword mound really was.

But soon his face changed. Because he found that with his current soul perception, he couldn't see the end of this sword mound, he didn't know the vertical and horizontal geometry, and he didn't know how high the sky was.

It's like this sword mound is really boundless,

"Let's go!"

Han Cang glanced at Han Chen, smiled, and walked towards the depths of the sword mound.

Unlock the bloodline seal for Han Chen. Not only did he need the power of the bloodline in his body, but at the same time, with the help of the endless sword qi in this sword mound, the strength of the sword qi here was not enough.

"Hmm!" Han Chen nodded, took his soul perception back, and hurriedly followed.

The two of them walked one after the other, surrounded by all kinds of swords, and every time they walked forward from one sword, a faint sword groan would sound in Han Chen's ears.

There is emotion in the sword chant. Happy, joyful, cold, murderous... And so on, like a trickle. All of them flowed through Han Chen's heart.

"The owners of these swords, I'm afraid they were all famous people in the epicenter region back then!" Han Chen sighed lightly, he was a sword cultivator, he loved and cherished swords, so he knew swords.

He seemed to be able to feel the emotions of these swords. Although it has been sealed for many years, it is still an indelible pride.

That's pride in yourself and pride in your master!

"It's natural to be able to enter the sword mound to seal, the former owner of these swords. Naturally, they are all extraordinary!" Han Cang nodded and smiled, his voice revealing a sense of pride.

Those people were his ancestors, and as a descendant, he was naturally proud of them.

Han Chen nodded lightly, although he was an outcast of the Han clan, and he had been expelled by the Han clan a thousand years ago, but he couldn't change it, these people were also his ancestors.

As a sword cultivator, he could deeply feel more deeply than Han Cang how magnificent these ancestors used to be.

The two walked slowly, and soon, they went deep into the distance of a thousand zhang of the sword mound, and when they arrived here, the swords scattered around them became much less, but the sharp aura emitted was even more terrifying.

Moreover, when he passed by the sword, the sword chant that sounded was even stronger, like sea water, constantly impacting Han Chen's mind.

"Okay, we're here!" At this time, Han Cang's footsteps stopped, raised his hand and pointed to a stone platform not far away, and said to Han Chen.

Han Chen looked up, the stone platform was about half a meter high from the ground, about ten zhang in length and width, made of black stone slabs, and there were many blood-colored grooves on it, making up for it vertically and horizontally, staggering on it, and around it, there were dozens of swords scattered, and the sharp aura was amazing, far better than other swords, it was much better.

Retracting his gaze, Han Chen turned his head to look around again, but he didn't find a single figure again, and looked at Han Cang, "Uncle Cang, where is Ling'er in the Sword Shrine?"

Han Ling'er was in retreat in the Sword Shrine, which he had known for a long time, but now that he had gone deep into the Sword Shrine, he had not seen Han Linger's figure, which couldn't help but make him feel a little puzzled.

"Ling'er is in the deepest part of the sword mound, about eight thousand zhang away, you are still far away from her!" Han Cang said, walked to the stone platform, raised his hand and raised his sword finger, and swiped it in his palm, and suddenly a stream of blood shot out and dripped into the blood-colored groove on the stone platform.

"What are you doing in a daze? It's only nine days before the grand meeting in the clan, and I will stop you from meeting at that time?" Seeing that Han Chen hadn't come over yet, Han Cang's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Hurry up to the stone platform." ”

"It's coming!"

Hearing this, Han Chen immediately didn't dare to think about it anymore, his figure flashed, and he appeared on the stone platform, and in the center of the stone platform, where the blood-colored grooves converged most densely, he sat down cross-legged.

"Calm down, don't resist, I now use the power of my own bloodline to start stimulating the sealed bloodline in your body!" Looking at Han Chen, Han Cang said with a solemn face.

"Uncle Cang, I understand. ”

Han Chen knew the severity, his face was solemn, he nodded in response, then closed his eyes, exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, eliminated distracting thoughts, and directly entered the state of forgetting things and me, and fugue was too empty.

"Good boy!" Han Cang grinned, very satisfied.

Immediately, without delay, his waist bent, and the palm that had been cut open pressed directly on a blood-colored groove on the stone platform.

"Drink..."

With a low shout, Han Cang pinched a seal knot in his right hand, and the breath on his body suddenly stirred violently, and the blood in his palm, which was originally just flowing slowly, suddenly surged out like a river that had broken its embankment.

The crimson blood flowed along the blood-colored grooves, and soon, all the blood-colored grooves on the stone platform were completely filled, and then, like a sea of rivers, gathered towards the center of the stone platform, the intersection of the blood-colored grooves under Han Chen's body. (To be continued.) )