Wujian Mountain, one of the six secret realms of Taixuanzong, is the cave left by Ye Jianyi, the ancestor of Zhongxing.

Five thousand years ago, the seal of the abyss of demon suppression was lifted, and the abyss was full of evil spirits. In order to ensure the safety of the human race in the Southern Regions, Taixuanzong, under the leadership of the three Taishang Elders, devoted most of his combat strength and sacrificed countless strong people, and finally defeated the demon spirit army and entered the fifth layer of the abyss. Then, with the assistance of several high-level gods and array mages, they sorted out hundreds of mountain root water veins, mobilized nine medium-grade spirit veins, supplemented by five Zhenzong artifacts, and sealed the abyss again, leaving only one entrance, which was opened every hundred years, to explore the internal changes in the abyss and make adjustments easier.

At the same time, with the rise of the Xuanming Sect and the Zhengyang Sect in the troubled times, the forces of the Terrans in the Southern Regions were separated from each other, and the alliance existed in name only, making the Taixuanzong completely fall into the danger of internal and external difficulties.

At the critical juncture of survival, a generation of Tianjiao Ye Jianyi came into being, born out of thin air, comprehended the sword momentum in the Qi Cultivation Realm, and became the youngest sect master since the opening of Taixuanzong in the Yuanying Realm, and at the critical moment of resisting the invasion of demon beasts, he broke through the barrier, and fought beyond the ranks with the perfect cultivation of the God Realm, and killed the leader of the Demon Beast Alliance, the Purple Eye Ape King, which reversed the decline in one fell swoop, and laid the foundation for the final victory of the human race.

In the next 600 years, under his leadership, Taixuanzong pressed Xuanming in the north and Zhengyang in the south, drove away demon beasts, recovered his homeland, and created a glorious era comparable to the founding patriarch.

In the Southern Regions, in order to seek a breakthrough, Patriarch Ye ascended to the Three Realms, and after many retreats and hopeless sitting, he resolutely chose to travel across continents, only on the hill where he lived, leaving a stone statue and two sword marks for future generations to admire.

Since then, the nameless hill, which was originally low, has become a world of its own under the fusion of sword intent and formation, sublimated into the secret realm of sword enlightenment, and has become a yearning holy place for sword cultivation in the Southern Regions!

Under the enhancement and perfection of the successive successors, the sword qi in the secret realm is abundant and majestic, and ordinary disciples can hardly bear the mysterious artistic conception contained in it, and forcibly comprehending it is likely to cause the sword qi to backlash, and even the sword heart is unstable, and even the Dao heart collapses.

Therefore, the sect stipulates that unless there are special circumstances, only the inner gate sword cultivators who have comprehended the sword momentum, or the core disciples who have the cultivation of the Jindan realm, can spend spiritual points and freely enter it to practice.

Originally, according to the plan, after showing the strength of the immortal and martial arts double cultivation in front of Liu Feng, he followed the conversation and briefly tested the relationship between him and the old lame, but he didn't expect that he calculated it himself, but he miscalculated the person, and the biggest creation that the lame old man said was not Liu Feng, but the legendary figure who imprisoned himself in the abyss.

In the long run, this is naturally an excellent arrangement, but Su Mo is very self-aware, and without revealing all the secrets, he does not think that his qualifications can pass the test of Mu Chen.

In this way, he can only let go of his hands and feet and perform hard.

Before coming to the secret realm, Su Mo took out the sword-shaped token and gently pressed it on the formation light curtain.

Like a drop of water falling into the water, the brilliance spreads, and a road leading to the depths slowly forms.

Looking inward, Wujian Mountain stood quietly not far away, but the moment Su Mo stepped into it, an invisible and suffocating coercion fell from the sky, as if sword arrays were superimposed, about to crush him here.

"Buzz~Buzz~"

The Yuan Force in Su Mo's body was running, and there was a short period of condensation, but the next moment, the sword qi around his body condensed, resisting the pressure of sword intent, his pace was steady, step by step, and he walked towards the hill.

With each step forward, the power of the sword intent increased by one point, and when he walked within the range of the hill, Su Mo's whole body was already soaked with sweat, and the sword qi released was suppressed back into his body.

Stopping, Su Mo sat down cross-legged, looking at the hazy sword marks and stone statues in the distance, urging the sword qi in his body, and impacting outward at one time, while resisting the sword intent, looking for deficiencies and perfecting his body.

Under this kind of tempering, Su Mo was like a piece of iron, which was thrown into the best furnace, and under the quenching of the fire, the impurities were slowly removed, leaving only the essence.

In the Hundred Treasures Hall, an ancient mirror was suspended in the air, and the mirror was translucent, reflecting Su Mo's figure.

Liu Feng and the lame old man sat opposite each other, sipping spiritual tea, and playing a leisurely game.

Liu Feng dropped a son, turned the tables in one fell swoop, took the advantage, and said with a smile: "It's obviously a stinky chess basket, and you still have to lie here with a stinking face, why do you really regard Su Xiaozi as the last hope?"

The old cripple looked at the chessboard and said helplessly: "I don't want to either, it's not like I don't have a choice!"

Liu Feng said angrily: "It's not that you are too forceful? For example, if Chengping is today, any young man with some ability, as long as he can endure his temperament, where can't he stand up and practice? Who wants to be your marionette? Go and pull out the dragon whiskers of the royal family of Nangong?"

The old cripple frowned and said, "What do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean, be more restrained!" Liu Feng put away the chessboard and said in a slightly deep tone: "Brother Lu, although it is the secret permission of the senior brother, but you are doing this way, you are digging the foundation of my Taixuanzong to some extent, and the methods are too rough. Over the years, there have been seven or eight chess pieces that have been forced to rebel by you, right? Ugly words are ahead, when the priest brother is out of the customs, you little tricks, it's best not to use them, otherwise, don't say it's me, even if the senior brother comes forward, it won't stop you from going to the bloody prison!"

The old lame man touched his chin and said with a smile: "Go and go, I'm like a ghost, as long as you don't rush to kill me, you can go anywhere!"

Liu Feng sighed, and was about to persuade, the originally quiet ancient mirror was buzzing and trembling, and the aura was flourishing.

I saw Su Mo in the ancient mirror, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were sharp, the robe was windless, the sword qi swept out, and the gravel within a radius of nine zhang instantly turned into powder, and even the majestic sword intent in the secret territory was forcibly repelled by this momentum.

Immediately afterwards, the invisible sword qi condensed and turned into a little golden light, like a clear night streamer, and the stars flowed.

Su Mo's face was expressionless, the immortal formula in his hand changed, and the golden light returned to the forest like a tired bird, gathering and intertwining, and finally turned into a purple gold lotus platform, holding him up gently, looking at the sword marks in the distance.

The old lame man's hand shook, and he almost pulled his beard off, staring at the mirror.

Liu Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile: "It seems that we all underestimate him." ”

The old cripple said in a trembling voice: "It's done?"

Liu Feng nodded and said: "It's done, this kid should have already touched the threshold of the sword momentum, and for the sake of insurance, he will choose to break through the Sword Intent Mountain and prove his value to us!"

The old cripple was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, with what I know about him, there are not enough benefits without involving life and death, and he is too lazy to prove anything to anyone......"

Before he finished speaking, in the mirror, Su Mo slowly got up, one sword lotus at a time, climbed one by one, and walked towards the top of the mountain, until he came to the stone statue Baizhang, he didn't stop.

This is a dangerous area, the powerful and vast sword intent can even crush the body of a foundation building realm cultivator into a blood mist, even the core disciples of Jin Dan cultivation, if they are not fully prepared, they will not dare to set foot easily.

Su Mo stood with his hands in his hands, his expression solemn, his body was straight, and he looked up at the stone statue.

The stone statue has sharp facial features, a majestic and slender figure, holding a long sword, pointing straight to the sky, as if it is about to rise into the sky and invite the sky to fight.

"It is worthy of being the ancestor of Zhongxing, just with the stone statue left behind, even after 5,000 years, it is still infinitely powerful, making it difficult for people to look at directly!"

At the moment when he looked at the stone statue, Su Mo seemed to see the tide of the sword coming towards him, his eyes stinged like pins, and two drops of blood extended, dripping down his cheeks, atomizing in the air, and disappearing without a trace.

Su Mo didn't leave, he still stood there, letting the sword intent erode, leaving a fine wound on his body, feeling the impact of the sword tide and comprehending the artistic conception.

"Snort!"

The purple gold sword lotus gradually collapsed, the sword qi slashed through the body, blood oozed out, and dyed the robe red, but Su Mo seemed to have lost his senses, levitated in the air, and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, the robe had been soaked, and three feet in front of him, the invisible sword qi mixed with blood gradually turned into a Yin Bonus Sword.

At the moment when the sword was formed, the time and space in front of Su Mo's eyes changed, and the world swirled, and he came to a strange space.

As far as the eye can see, there is no end here, and the sky is full of rolling and surging golden clouds.

In front of the golden sea of clouds, a huge whirlpool was spinning, and in the center of the whirlpool, a figure with an unclear face sat there, with a Xuanqing sword on its lap.

Su Mo approached with the wind, and the figure got up, holding a long sword in his hand, demonstrating swordsmanship.

Chopping, chopping, picking, stabbing, teasing, etc., such as flowing water, although they are the most basic and simple actions, they give people the illusion that there is no way to escape.

The long sword danced, the figure followed, the sea of clouds seemed to have become an ocean, majestic and mighty, the sword qi was exposed to the rigid, restrained and soft, in the face of these moves, Su Shu did not have the slightest intention of resisting, as if everything in front of him was Tianwei and could not be resisted.

"I see. ”

Su Mo had an understanding, and the swordsmanship immortal technique engraved in his mind began to evolve again, the moves tended to be streamlined, the sword momentum became more and more pure, and the connection became more and more proficient.

Suddenly, Su Mo's eyes were bright, he raised his arm, stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers were like sharp swords, slowly closing towards his palm.

"Boom!"

The clouds and mist rolled and gathered, and a huge purple gold sword lotus was formed, the lotus platform rotated, and the petals flew in turn, like a rain of flowers, and went towards the shadows.

When the sword lotus's momentum climbed to the peak, the figure's right foot shook slightly, and the circle rippled and rippled, sweeping all the petals, and then a sword slashed out, cutting the lotus platform in half!

The middle finger of Su Mo's right hand was erected, the ghostly light flickered, and it pointed out towards the void, and a touch of blue light burst out, like a meteor piercing the sky, piercing through the tumbling sea of clouds, and piercing the figure's chest.

The figure staggered its feet, and like Su Mo, it also pointed out, and the seemingly innocent blow was accurately pointed at the green light, and the green light was erased without the slightest wave.

Su Mo took a step forward, and the Shadow Sword was thrown high, causing the clouds and mist to roll, turning into thousands of sword lights, his hands were sealed, and the immortal recipe changed, causing the sea of clouds to surge, converging into monstrous waves, wave after wave, sweeping towards the figure.

The figure still didn't make much movement, and the sword qi around his body appeared out of thin air, causing the vortex to rotate rapidly, and as soon as the monstrous sword qi approached, it was swallowed up cleanly.

Su Mo did not advance but retreated, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, holding it high above his head, the sword was not heavy, but the sword momentum was extremely heavy, and the sea of clouds seemed to be solidified, and it could not be shaken.

The next moment, Su Mo seemed to be slow and fast, and a sword slashed down, bringing up a heavy sword shadow, and the sea of clouds in the sky started from him and surged again.

This sword, like a landslide or a tsunami, split the heavens and the earth, and it simply reached an inexplicable realm.

The clouds were boiling and roaring, and the whirlpools were torn in half and rolled in both directions.

The figure seemed to hesitate for a moment, the long sword in his hand was across his chest, and a seemingly random sword slashed over.

"Boom!"

The sword qi collided wildly, and the entire sea of clouds seemed to explode, and Su Mo was shocked out of the space of the sea of clouds.

"The sword intent left by the Zhongxing Patriarch is really very subtle, just for a short period of enlightenment, it will be of infinite use!" Su Mo opened his eyes, his expression was shining, and he bowed deeply to the stone statue, in awe.

Inside the Hall of Treasures.

Liu Feng sat down again, looked down at the chessboard, was silent for a long time, and said softly: "You are in Xilin City, do you have any power on the surface?"

"There are several. ”

"Don't be reluctant, choose one he can catch and send it out!"

"Well, what about you?"

"The previous arrangement is not suitable, I will plan again, and I can't be looked down upon by this kid!"

"That's right. ”

"After decades of tossing, this time, you can be regarded as picking up a treasure!"

The old lame man looked at the mirror, touched his chin, and muttered: "I used to be afraid that he would have no chance, but now, seeing his easy appearance, why is he a little panicked?!"

“......”