Sima Yuan stiffened when he heard this, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he immediately gasped, and his body took several steps back.

He instinctively stiffened his whole body, and his limbs could not move at all, and he said astringently, "Why is this? Why are you imprisoning him here?"

"Also, why did Senior Brother tell me such a terrifying and shocking secret?"

Zhang Zongsi turned around, looked directly at Sima Yuan solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "This is the biggest opportunity left for you by Senior Brother before leaving, take advantage of it!"

"Remember, don't give up easily!"

Sima Yuan's figure was shocked.

Zhang Zongsi said in a deep voice, "Follow me to meet the ancestor."

He turned to look directly at the being, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

He looked solemn, straightened his clothes a little, dusted his sleeve robe, bowed again, bowed and said,

"Sword Pavilion's sixth-generation true disciple Zhang Zonghei pays a visit to his ancestor!"

When the words fell, a dull echo resounded throughout the huge cave, vibrating the thirty-six thick chains around it like sound waves, making a loud noise, with bursts of talisman aura shining and formation fluctuations.

The presence of a central shadow hanging in the air fell silent, and no sound was heard.

After nearly half an hour of this, Zhang Zonghe, who had been maintaining a respectful posture of leaning over, suddenly moved his earlobes slightly and bowed more and more.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a Ling Feng ghostly spirit slowly reviving, like a beast about to wake up, intending to open its eyes and look down.

Sima Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the sound of the siren in his heart suddenly carried through his mind, and the aura at the peak of qi refining in his body instantly froze, and the Heavenly Heavy Sword, which was originally on guard, suddenly died down, as if it was dead silence;

Suddenly, a terrifying consciousness that made Sima Yuan's scalp tingle slowly came out from that shadow existence, pressing Zhang Zonghe, who was already in a cold sweat, to his face red and his breathing short.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and said in a deep voice, "Today, the disciple is entrusted by Senior Brother Lu Zhaoyang to bring Sima Yuan, the heir of my Sword Pavilion Immortal Sword, to the ancestor for inquiry, and I hope that the ancestor will teach him." ”

Sima Yuan took a deep breath, took a solemn step forward, walked to the edge of the cave entrance, and stood behind Zhang Zonghe.

He also straightened his clothes slightly, brushed the dust on the silver-white sword robe, bowed respectfully with a face, and said loudly,

"Sima Yuan, the sixth-generation inner disciple of the Sword Pavilion, pays a visit to the ancestor!"

Soon after the words fell, a huge majesty slowly condensed, under this terrifying stormy waves, Sima Yuan and Zhang Zongsi were like a rickety deciduous flat boat, drifting with the waves in the vast sea, as if the next moment was about to capsize, life and death were only in an instant.

As Sima Yuan leaned over, an old, ancient and powerful majestic consciousness slowly looked down, falling on him like a thousand catties of weight, he let out a few muffled snorts in pain, his teeth clenched, his face was tense and respectful, and his face suddenly turned red and congested, and his breathing was rapid, almost suffocating.

Suddenly, the huge consciousness slowly dissipated, Sima Yuan's trembling figure was shaky, and the placket of the sweat-soaked brocade robe was close to his whole body.

He had a happy look on his face for the rest of his life, and bowed as if he had been pardoned, "Thank you for your mercy."

He roared wildly in his heart, the peak of Jindan, at least the peak of Jindan, maybe it was the legendary old monster!!

After the shadow existed for a few moments, his consciousness came out, "How is Xiao Zhaoyang?"

Sima Yuan's brows moved slightly, Zhang Zonghe's eyes narrowed slightly, and he lowered his head and said, "Senior brother has suddenly had an accident and has fallen. ”

The ancestor snorted softly, and the chains seemed to move slightly, and returned to silence in an instant.

The words came from the middle of the ring, a little cold, "This kid stays, you go." ”

Zhang Zongsi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and after giving Sima Yuan a calm look, he slowly retreated.

After a while, there was a sound of the gate slamming shut, and Sima Yuan's heart suddenly tightened.

He bowed and said, "Disciple begs the master for guidance."

The chains shook suddenly, as if an intentional thought came out.

Sima Yuan suddenly snorted, and then a sword roar sounded lightly, and when he came back to his senses, a sound of soldiers colliding came, and then the sound of sparks splashing illuminated the entire cave.

The shadows are still pitch black, inky and endless.

The corners of Sima Yuan's mouth slowly overflowed with blood, his eyes were red, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, and the sound of sword trembling and wailing came to an abrupt end when he roared and was about to lose his deafness.

The Immortal Remnant Sword suddenly came out of the hole, and after a burst of indiscriminate slashing, he stumbled and fell in front of him, his breath was a little sluggish, and he fell to the ground obliquely.

Sima Yuan's expression shook, and he picked it up tremblingly, his heart was terrified, and he didn't have time to feel distressed before he put it into the dantian for recuperation.

Immediately, he looked at the shadow in the center of the cave, and his face seemed to be cloudy and uncertain.

A cold snort rang out, "Rubbish!"

The sword of the immortal trembled slightly, as if he was a little aggrieved and unwilling.

Sima Yuan suddenly retreated, and the sound was like a tide, which slapped him several feet away, and he fell to the ground with blood, staining his clothes.

Sima Yuan, who was almost bleeding from seven orifices, got up with difficulty, knelt down and begged for mercy,

"The disciple is incompetent and can't save the ancestor from danger, and he asks the ancestor to punish him. ”

After the shadow was silent for a while, the vicissitudes of muddy words slowly came, "Since you are the person chosen by the Immortal, you should be qualified to see me." ”

Sima Yuan's heart was shocked, and he said in a deep voice, "Please also ask the ancestor for advice."

The shadow existence suddenly swept out a ray of light, straight into Sima Yuan's dantian, and before his face changed greatly, a pure sword yuan poured into his body.

After the integration of the essence sword element, it sang and swam in the sea of Sima Yuanqi, like a fish in water, trembling lightly.

Sima Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed down to the shadow to thank him, "Disciple, thank you for the gift from your ancestors."

After a little, after the chain shook for a while, a talisman aura fell from the sky, Sima Yuan raised his head to look, and with a gesture, the talisman fell into his hand.

I saw that the talisman was about a foot long, light and thin as paper, the material was not gold or silver, like silk like brocade, dense and tight, and the whole body was golden and purple, with a rich spiritual gold, flashing non-stop.

There are Sanskrit runes painted on the talisman, which seems to be subordinate to the seal, and is more like the immortal talisman.

Sima Yuan only looked at it for a while, and felt that it was as secretive and obscure, and after a few breaths, he was dizzy, his breath was disordered and manic.

And Sima Yuan also sensed that in the deepest part of the talisman, there was a sky-high sword intent lurking inside, like an abyss like the sea, unmatched.

That aura is many times stronger than the Jin Dan sword qi on the sword cliff.

Sima Yuan clearly sensed that the sword intent seemed to complement the Zixiao Sword Technique, but it was more profound, powerful, and unfathomable than the sword intent condensed with the Zixiao Sword Technique.

Even, Sima Yuan faintly felt that the incomparable sword intent seemed to have a fatal attraction to the immortals, and the two seemed to have the same root and origin, and they were intimate.

It's like meeting an ancestor.

When he lost his mind, the Asking Immortal Sword in Sima Yuan's body had already emitted a trembling sound of joy and joy, and he was eager to rush out of the 'meeting'.

Sima Yuan's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to continue to check, so he hurriedly withdrew the power of his mind, and at the same time pressed the restless Asking Immortal Sword in his body.

And at this moment, his hands holding the talisman had already been stained with blood, scarlet and eye-catching, like a sharp pain like a pinprick entering his heart, making him grin his teeth, so unhappy.

After half a ring, he seemed to feel that the ten fingers of his hands had been numb and the blood flow had dried up, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The shadow existant's words were cold, and they sounded slowly, "This 'sword talisman' is enough for you to order the Sword Peak to seal the mountain array, and it can allow you to protect yourself in the territory of the Sword Peak." ”

Sima Yuan's expression changed drastically, and his clenched hands almost trembled.

He immediately stirred up a spirit, and said solemnly, "I don't know what the ancestor commands, the disciple must be broken to pieces to repay the ancestor's kindness!"

The Shadow Being's voice came, "Refine it into the body first."

Sima Yuan's expression moved slightly, and he replied in a low voice, "Yes."

He sat down without hesitation, immediately closed his eyes and meditated, and after breathing, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Under the thought of the envoy, a trace of mana wrapped around the talisman in his hand.

The sound suddenly sounded, and the burning sensation of Sima Yuan's fingertips resurfaced, and even with Sima Yuan's teasing, the burning meaning was still better than before.

His face was fierce, and almost half of his mana poured into the terrifying talismane.

A burst of shouts sounded in Sima Yuan's ears, "Fool, this talisman should be refined with the power of the mind!"

Sima Yuan was shocked, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the talisman in his hand was burning with raging fire, he was about to withdraw the mana in his hand, and the terrifying momentum on the talisman rushed straight into the sky, poking the top of the cave passage directly into the half-big hole, and the gravel smashed down, turning over and jumping up, and retreating dozens of steps.

A burst of sword qi flew by, and the rubble scattered in all directions, revealing the exit of the passage.

Sima Yuan didn't care about being embarrassed, and after sitting down again, he calmed down and breathed slowly.

After dozens of breaths, Sima Yuan restrained his mental strength, slowly approached the frightened talisman in his hand, and first touched the edge of the lower talisman soothingly.

There seemed to be a flash of inspiration, and he was breathing a sigh of relief.

A sudden sword qi flashed by, Sima Yuan immediately snorted, a convulsive feeling appeared in his brain, his eyes blinked rapidly, his lips trembled, and a trace of dark blood slowly flowed out, hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Just now, it hurt the soul!

Sima Yuan opened his eyes and gently wiped the soul blood from the corners of his mouth, but there was a trace of perseverance in his eyes.

If you want to be a master, you must endure hardships.

He closed his eyes again, slowly leaning out a wisp of his mind and approaching the talisman in his hand.

The burning pain struck again, Sima Yuan endured the pain, grabbed the burning ruler talisman with both hands, and let out several muffled snorts.

The convulsions and spasms on his face appeared one after another, and he couldn't help but look hideous and roar.

Growls, crackles, blood ticks, and a dull groan of pain echoed through the cavern.

At the entrance of the cave here, Sima Yuan crossed his knees and practiced talismans, and the shadow in the air was silent and silent, without saying a word.

Only Sima Yuan's miserable screams resounded all around.

As time passed, Sima Yuan's voice became hoarse, his description became more and more dry, his eyes were gloomy, and his whole body's breath was even more sluggish, almost all of which were consumed.

At the same time, Sima Yuan's cultivation aura at the peak of Qi refining took a sharp turn, as if there was a threat of depravity, and he would be broken.

And the burning momentum of the talisman in his hand seemed to have weakened, and the invisible sword qi that was raging across seemed to have found the source of the dumping, and rushed towards Sima Yuan in unison, the momentum was surging and endless.

And Sima Yuan, who was already running out of oil, opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and sharp, and his scorching expression shone through people's hearts like flames, shining brightly.

His stiff cheek tugged slightly, and a smile seemed to appear.

But I don't know if it involves pain or is unsustainable, it actually caused a convulsion on my face again.

His eyes were fierce, his expression was crazy, and a word popped out of his mouth,

"!! Refining

As if he had received the edict, Fu Gong jumped up from the ground and slammed into Sima Yuan's head.

There seemed to be a flash of joy in his eyes that seemed to be closed.

Immediately, without hesitation, he gathered all his minds, wrapped the light of the talisman together, and after a series of hissing and painful inhales, the cave mouth fell into calm again.

And Sima Yuan also sat on the ground like rotten wood.