The dry skeleton stood still in place, and the ghostly fire that danced in the eye sockets seemed to be able to ignore the space constraints at the bottom of the lake and keep swaying.

It turned its hollow head, as if to see where this world was, as if it was remembering how it had appeared here, as if it had awakened from its slumber.

As it recovered, the other dry bones that lay at the bottom of the lake and did not know how much time it had washed away were also waking up one after another.

"Click"

"Click"

The one hundred and fifty zhang long Sword Lake was filled with the sound of joint movement from time to time, yes, it was the sound of dry bones struggling to stand up from the bottom of the lake.

I saw that their eye sockets flickered with a ghostly fire, and as far as the eye could see, the entire bottom of the lake was filled with a gruesome green light.

The swords standing at the bottom of the lake are also making different degrees of clanging, and the rust is peeling off from their bodies layer by layer, as if cheering for the return of their former masters.

Some of the swords, shortly after emitting a faint hum, turned into a pile of debris and drowned in the mud, leaving only the hilt in the palm of the bone.

The blood spreading in the lake is gradually returning to nothingness, and has become the nourishment for the revival of dry bones.

The bodies that have fallen to the bottom of the lake because they have lost their life are drying up and disappearing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the original swollen flesh and skin disappeared completely, turning into white bones, and their souls were also being eaten away little by little in the resistance, and finally became a member of the army of thousands of undead at the bottom of the lake.

This army of thousands of undead can be said to be very uneven, some have lost their arms, some have lost their feet, and some are only a head that flickers with ghostly fire.

They kept shaking their bodies at the bottom of the lake, making a screeching sound between the opening and closing of their jaws, these dry bones that had just woken up, it could be said that they had no wisdom at all, and there were only the most primitive and instinctive ones.

That's right, they began to fight, began to devour each other, and seized the fire in the eye sockets.

Sikong Haoran was still sitting cross-legged in place, although he didn't open his eyes, everything that happened around him did not escape his powerful soul perception, these resurrected undead, their every move, were all in full view.

Even he, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, saw the army of thousands of undead in this sword lake, and a vicious chill suddenly arose from his heart.

Sikong Haoran did not panic, and continued to release the sword intent of the same breath, attracting the sword intent fish to pass through his body, but after the number of the undead army increased, the sword intent fish seemed to be disturbed and no longer paid attention to his call.

"Damn the dead bones, I must destroy you. Sikong Haoran roared in his heart, how could he be willing, how could he let these sword intent fish surrounding him leave, although this is a great disaster, but it is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to help him sprint to the sword intent Xiaocheng.

He knew very well that although he was close to Sword Intent Xiaocheng, how difficult it was to break through, if he refined these sword intents and used them to temper his sword intent, then the crisis in this Sword Lake would not be afraid, and he would be one step closer to Xiaocheng.

The majestic sword intent was released, and then spread around the school of sword intent fish that were about to scatter, and sure enough, their emotions were calmed and continued to surround them.

Fish transformed by sword intent were shuttling back and forth, whizzing past the army of the undead in droves, and they also seemed to be interested in the sudden appearance of the skeletons, especially hovering in their eye sockets.

"Don't be afraid, they're just little reptiles, come back to my arms. Sikong Haoran took a deep breath in his heart, and continued to release his thoughts fluctuating, attracting fifteen sword intents in front of him.

"Buzz"

"Uh-huh. A painful snort sounded in his chest, thin

The blood marks stood out on his chest, Rao is body in the middle of the marrow washing realm, and the sword intent was repeatedly poured into the body, and he could still feel a piercing pain coming, and the capillary blood holes in his body were filled with fierce sword intent in an instant.

The number of sword intent fish that had just pierced through his body had reached twenty-five, no wonder Sikong Haoran was so miserable.

In order not to be despised by others, in order to be able to fight for what you want, in order to be able to catch up with grandpa's footsteps, this pain is nothing.

The road of the strong has never been a broad road, and only after experiencing the beating of wind and rain, the tempering of the years, and the baptism of swords, can you stand on the top of the mountain and enjoy the most beautiful scenery.

"Click. ”

The dry bone undead who woke up first casually killed two dry bone undead who sneaked up on it, and the miserable white bone palm swiped towards them, and four dim ghost fires were suspended in the palm of the palm, and then with a grip, the four ghost fires scattered in all directions, and then escaped into its eye sockets, and it can be seen that its dim eye sockets are a little brighter.

Looking at Sikong Haoran sitting cross-legged in front of him, it did not move forward a bit, but stood quietly in place, although its spiritual intelligence was not sound at the moment, but it could be seen that the prey in front of it had majestic qi and blood.

There are not a few dry bones and undead who have the same idea as it, and they are moving forward with a closed momentum.

Their heads were clattering, the ghostly fire in their eye sockets was swaying silently, and they slowly walked in the direction of Sikong Haoran, and the rusty swords were also exuding a faint aura of slaughter.

"Oh, if you want to attack me and devour me, it depends on whether you have the strength to do so. Sikong Haoran opened his eyes, temporarily gave up his intention to temper his sword intent, and pointed out his fingers like a sword, pointing at the dry bones and undead around him.

The sword intent fish shuttling around seemed to be being pulled, and as the sword intent fluctuations erupted between Sikong Haoran's fingers, the corpse with dry bones was dismembered one after another under the shuttle of the sword intent fish, and even the ghostly ghost fire in their eye sockets was also dispersed.

"Huh is really easy to use, it seems that the sword intent fish gathered in this heaven and earth are currently a big killer weapon for me, but it is too soul-consuming. Sikong Haoran was overjoyed, and at this moment, a spiritual light appeared in his mind.

"Soul power, isn't the ghost fire at the eye socket of the dry bones and undead also soul power?"

"Ah, it hurts. As soon as the Netherworld Ghost Fire touched Sikong Haoran's palm, there was a burning sensation, this burning sensation was not acting on the physical body, but on the soul power, and with a trace of resentment, it directly invaded his soul with lightning speed.

"Look for death!"

Fine beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead, his cheeks became hideous in an instant, and the slightest trace of blood between his lips and teeth spilled into the lake, and the soul power containing the breath of the soul refining ding quickly enveloped this ghostly fire, and no matter how much it resisted, it could not break free from this soul cage.

As soon as this resentment stepped into the soul ocean, it was directly swallowed by the Soul Refining Ding, and between the shocks, it was annihilated in the brilliant golden light.

"I didn't expect that these Sword Sect disciples who had been dead for an unknown number of years, their souls had undergone abnormal changes in silence, this Sword Lake was really an evil sect. Sikong Haoran stared at the Netherworld Ghost Fire in front of him, without the slightest mercy, he swallowed it directly in one bite and submerged into the Soul Refining Ding.

After a while, there was a wave of joy from the Soul Refining Ding, and the corners of Sikong Haoran's mouth outlined a curvature, and the scattered Netherworld Ghost Fire was once again partially ingested by him.

Turning his head to look at the dead with dry bones, it was like looking at his own little daughter-in-law, and he couldn't wait to leave, so he hugged them into his arms and cherished them.

If in this sword lake, the ghostly ghost fire of thousands of dry bones and undead is refined by me, then the second obstacle that blocks the soul duel will not be attacked

Broken, right?

At the same time that Sikong Haoran was seizing the Netherworld Ghost Fire, the nearby dry bone undead were also snatching it, his eyes bloomed with sharp light, and he struck out several fingers in a row, and the Dao Dao Sword Intent strangled towards the swarming dry bone undead.

All of a sudden, a strange mutation occurred in the radius of fifty zhang centered on Sikong Haoran, the lake was rolling, the sword intent was rioting, the dry bones and undead were fighting, and from time to time there were ghostly lights shooting out of the lake.

"What weird things are going on in this Sword Lake, can anyone tell me why this is happening!"

"I saw three skeletons, and they were skeletons with swords, and they were killing each other, I couldn't be hallucinating, right?"

"This fifty zhang no man's land is filled with fierce sword intent, those with a low realm, they can't set foot in it, is this artificially caused or deliberately done by the old man in the lonely boat?"

While staring at the place where the change had occurred, they looked at the old man fishing in the lonely boat, as if they wanted to ask, but they wanted to stop talking, as if all this had nothing to do with the old man, as if all this was under his control.

From the death of the Sword Sect disciple who was eaten away by fear and nightmares, to the revival of the army of the undead, and Sikong Haoran's manipulation of a group of sword intent fish to attack and kill the dead bones, it was actually just half an hour.

However, for some Sword Sect disciples, this is tantamount to wandering between life and death several times.

And in the center of the lake, which was more than two hundred zhang away from the Sword Lake, there were five of them who showed half of their bodies and were isolated from the lonely boat from a distance, because the closer they got to the lonely boat, the more domineering the strength of the sword intent became, and the colder the chill in the lake water became.

It feels like this is not a lonely boat, but a bloodthirsty blade, a sharp sword blooming with sky-high sword intent.

"At the bottom of the Sword Lake, there are remnants of the dry bones and sword weapons of the disciples of the Sword Sect Grand Gathering of the past dynasties, plus the blood lost by some people from the fighting, it seems that the rumored army of the undead has been awakened. A handsome young man with red lips and white teeth and heroic eyebrows spoke, and while saying this, there was a little worry on the face that made the woman jealous.

"They're just waking up, they're still vulnerable, and as time goes on, the more children die, and that's when the army of the undead really shows its bloodthirsty fangs. ”

"If the number of disciples who came to the Sword Lake this time doubled, or if the number of people who were controlled by fear and nightmares was killed or injured by half, the momentum of this army of the undead would not seem so weak. Hyun Bin stared ahead, his soul power probing everything that was happening at the bottom of the lake, and his face tightened.

"Zhang Hao, Xuan Bin, the two of you are also the strength of the half-step Sword Emperor, and it is not the first time to participate in the grand meeting of the sect, how can you still be so timid and afraid. Dan Hong's gaze left the old man in the lonely boat, and he heard what the two had just said clearly, and he couldn't help but sarcastically.

"Hmph Danhong, I'm different from you, seeing my junior brothers and sisters under the peak like this, I can't be so cold-blooded and ruthless as you, even if I am punished, I will not frown if I am punished by a thousand swords and ten thousand swords piercing my heart. A cold snort came from Hyun Bin's mouth, and the words were full of indifference.

"You are too naïve, the Hengduan Continent has always been respected by the strong, and the weak should be eliminated, what is the difference between living in the world and the dry bones in the Sword Lake. ”

"The purpose of the Sword Sect Gala is to test their will and strength, opportunities and crises coexist, life and death are all in one thought, and it is a waste of lips and tongues to talk to you. Danhong also scoffed, ignored the two of them, sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared.

"You"

"It's not that you don't know his temper, let's hurry up and cross the Sword Lake, otherwise the new disciple will step into that teleportation gate first, and our old faces will be lost. Zhang Hao had long been accustomed to the fight between the two, and he saw the other two people who caught up not far away, and they also sank to the bottom of the lake.