"Boom" with a loud bang!

The golden sword light in the sky pierced through the rolling fog around him, falling down like a waterfall, and smashing on the heavy water true wheel.

The sound of a rain shower "ding dong" kept coming from above the heads of the two people.

Han Li's pupils shrank, and he pinched the magic technique with one hand, and let out a loud "Disease".

Just listen to the sound of "buzz".

As soon as the light of the water path pattern on the heavy water true wheel lit up, a jet-black light suddenly burst out from the top of the wheel, and dozens of black heavy water rushed out of the light, intertwining with each other in mid-air, twisting into a huge heavy water vortex.

The golden sword light fell into the whirlpool, and without the slightest room for resistance, it was twisted into pieces.

"Go!" Han Li let out a loud cry in his mouth, and his palm suddenly waved.

The heavy water wheel suddenly shrank to the size of an ordinary shield, and in a whistling sound, an extremely long black arc of light was drawn in mid-air, shooting towards a wooden puppet.

The puppet's body did not move, and he held down the sword body with one hand, condensing into a wide-bladed light sword outside the sword body, and blocked it towards the heavy water true wheel.

Seeing that the two were about to collide together, Han Li suddenly hooked his finger in the void, and the Heavy Water True Wheel spun in midair, bypassing the lightsaber and smashing into the puppet's head.

Just listen to the sound of "pop".

A black light of heavy water poured out of the puppet's skull, and it exploded directly, and the remnants of its body seemed to be drained of all its strength in an instant, tilted to the side, and fell.

The golden long sword in his hand, as if he had been summoned by something, shone brightly, turned into a flying rainbow, and flew towards the top of the mountain.

The other puppets around them turned a blind eye to this scene and all held their long swords and slashed towards Han Li and the others.

"There's no time to waste here......"

Han Li's brows furrowed, and with a move of his palm, the Heavy Water True Wheel immediately flew back, hanging above his palm, spinning non-stop.

The Wheel of Truth in his body was secretly reversed, and the change in the speed of time made his figure blur all of a sudden.

On the stone staircase to the sky, a continuous afterimage flashed suddenly, and then suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterward, there was a continuous burst of crackling sounds.

Of the remaining six puppets, four of them had already detached and fallen to the ground, and the four long swords in their hands, like the previous ones, flew towards the top of the mountain under the attraction of an invisible force.

Han Li's body flickered, and after he regained his footing, his face turned slightly pale, his mouth was panting lightly, and the speed of the heavy water true wheel in his hand gradually slowed down.

At the same time, urging the Heavy Water True Wheel and the True Word Treasure Wheel is too much for the consumption of immortal yuan power, and Rao is now him, and he can't drive it for too long.

Lu Yuqing was originally confronting the two puppets, and in the blink of an eye, he found that his opponent had been defeated, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and when he saw Han Li, his face was relieved.

"Boom"

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the top of the mountain, and the entire mountain peak shook violently.

Han Li's expression couldn't help but change slightly, and he looked up.

"Brother Han, without further ado, you rush over there first and try to retrieve the flying sword. I'll leave it to me here, I have a way to deal with ......it," Lu Yuqing said suddenly.

"Thank you very much, be careful. Hearing this, Han Li hesitated for a moment before still speaking.

With that, he stepped on tiptoe, and his figure swept upwards again, and soon disappeared into the thick fog.

Seeing Han Li leaving, the remaining two puppets just wanted to catch up, but they were blocked in front by Lu Yuqing's figure flashing.

At this time, her expression became a little strange, and there was a look on her beautiful face that she had never seen before, looking a little indifferent and a little confused, and her eyes seemed to have a white mist rising, which seemed to be a little moist and blurry.

With a twist of her wrist, she put away the cyan feather fan, and a silver-white long sword appeared in her palm, with an ordinary style, obviously not a fairy spirit treasure, and the grade was much worse than the cyan feather fan.

"Why do you suddenly think it's pretty good to use a sword......" Lu Yuqing looked at the long sword in his hand and muttered to himself.

Her tone was not sarcastic, but seemed to be genuinely confused, as if she didn't understand why she wanted to use a sword.

......

After breaking out of the range obscured by the clouds and mist, the scene on the mountain suddenly opened up, and Han Li realized that he was still halfway up the mountainside, and the stone staircase in front of him was still extending upward, and there was no end in sight.

This way up again, it was calm, and there were no obstacles.

After reaching the peak, Han Li walked along a mountain path paved with bluestone slabs at his feet, all the way towards the center of the peak, and in the distance, he saw a field of Taoist temple-style buildings, hidden behind clusters of verdant green bamboos.

The area of the Taoist temple is not large, and it looks like it is only a three-way courtyard, but the white walls and black tiles are supplemented by various brick carving patterns, which is quite a bit of ancient and rustic taste.

Han Li naturally had no time to appreciate these at the moment, and after discovering that there were no prohibitions in the Dao Temple, he directly pushed open the black door of the Dao Temple and broke in all the way.

The furnishings in the Taoist temple are very simple, and the more than a dozen halls in the first two courtyards are mostly empty except for a few statues of gods who can't tell the roots.

There are also two rooms that seem to be Dan rooms, with a Dan furnace in the middle of the room that has long been extinguished, and some shelves on both sides of it, on which are placed all kinds of bottles and jars.

Han Li just glanced at it, and he didn't have time to tell if it could still be used, so he just rolled up his sleeves and put them all away.

The last courtyard of the Taoist temple is far from the front, and there is a wide Shinto road paved with white stone slabs in the middle.

Han Li walked slowly inward along the Divine Path, coming to the innermost hall.

Outside the door of the main hall, there were seven or eight wooden golems lying on the ground, exactly the same as the ones he had encountered on the mountainside before.

Han Li's gaze swept around, and he immediately noticed that the doors, windows, and wooden rafters under the eaves of the main hall were engraved with intricate runes everywhere, which was obviously a rather extraordinary defensive prohibition.

However, at this moment, they have all been destroyed, and many of the runes at the key points of the formation are cracked with sword marks, and there are still wisps of sword qi on them, which were obviously destroyed not long ago.

In the middle of the lintel of the main hall, there is a huge black plaque, on which three big characters are written on the gold lacquer seal "Ancestor Hall".

The Ancestral Hall of the Immortal Family Gate Valve is the same as the title of the Ancestral Hall of the Nether, but it is actually very different.

In the ancestral hall of the lower realm, it is often used to support the tablets of the ancestors in the door, and because the longevity of the immortal monks is too long, except for a few ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall, most of them are used to support the things left by the ancestors in the door.

The things of this Zhenzong are not necessarily the most powerful magic weapons of the immortal family, but most of them are personal things that these elders often carry with them during the cultivation process in the door.

This kind of object has been infected by the incense of the sect for the longest time, and it has the closest connection with the sect, so it has become the most favorite object left in the ancestral hall by many immortal heads and elders.

The ancestral hall is a place of incense inheritance, often the most gathering of the sect's luck, rumors often have the things of the town sect that are offered, because of the long-term infection of the incense luck, and self-channeling.

Some of the descendants of the deeply blessed sects, when worshipping the ancestors in the ancestral hall, will occasionally encounter the situation that the things of the town sect choose their own masters, and they can often be blessed and make a splash.

In the ancestral hall of the Wusheng Sword Sect, the furnishings are very simple, there are two rows of Changming lamps on both sides, the lamp oil in it has been exhausted, the lights have been extinguished, and the middle position is from high to low, and there are four layers of offering tables in the shape of terraces.

"According to the fact that each layer is counted as one generation, this Lifeless Sword Sect has only been passed down for four generations......" Han Li muttered, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised by this.

But when he thought about the way they recruited disciples, he was relieved.

After Han Li's gaze swept over, he found that apart from the few tablets scattered on the second and third floors, there were only a few trays made of rosewood left, all of which were empty.

Han Li's gaze lingered for a moment on the highest offering table, where there was no rank of lifeless Dao people, only a slightly longer tray of red sandalwood.

"It seems that when the Lifeless Sword Sect fell, the Lifeless Dao people had not yet made ancient ......"

As a result, just as he was groaning, there was a sudden crisp and pleasant jingling sound behind the Patriarch Hall.

It wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, and it had been transmitted all the way here, and he could hear it clearly without listening to it.

His heart moved, and he immediately walked out of the ancestral hall, along a bluestone path in the backyard, and rushed to the direction of the back mountain.

After walking for about half an hour, Han Li came to a stop in front of a vast mountain slope that was sloping downward.

At his feet, there was a half-human-high black stone, very inconspicuous, with two large characters written on it in ancient seal script:

"Sea of Swords"

Han Li stood on the edge of the hillside and looked down, he saw a faint reflection of light in a cyan meadow, and when he looked closely, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and let out an exclamation of surprise from his mouth.

I saw that in the dense and verdant grass below, countless flying swords were erected upside down, with different styles and colors, but most of them pointed to the sky, swaying gently in the mountain breeze like green grass, and there were bursts of crisp sounds in the collision with each other.

Among these flying swords are small flying swords as slender as a sewing needle, as wide as a door panel, as curved as a snake, and as straight and single-edged as strange long swords...... All sorts of things, and so on.

They don't know how many thousands of years they have been stored in this sea of swords, and none of them are damaged and corroded, and without exception, all of them are shining with dazzling aura.

Han Li's gaze wandered, scanning the sea of swords for a long time, and finally his gaze froze and landed beside a broad-bladed giant sword.

There, he saw his own Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, seventy-two neatly arranged, gently swaying with the frequency of other flying swords.

However, when he called out with his heart, the frequency of the swing of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword suddenly became a little messy, as if it was responding to him, but it seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and it never flew towards him.

Seeing this, Han Li's heart moved.

But seeing that he raised one hand, with a "snort", a piece of clothing flew up, wrapped in a soft blue light, silently crossed the black stone, and entered the range of the sword sea, and suddenly a layer of fine light and shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye floated around.

There was barely a sound, and the shirt fell apart in the light and shadow, turning to powder.

Seeing this, Han Li stopped his movements and frowned.

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