At this moment, above the sword mound, thirteen golden lotuses swayed, exuding brilliant brilliance, like the creation of immortal lotuses, wrapped in chaotic qi, hazy and mysterious.

"Old man, I look good at this golden lotus, can you move back to Qingshan Sect and plant it in the back mountain, I see that this golden lotus is steaming and shining, it is definitely not ordinary." ”

Zhou Qian felt the surging aura of this golden lotus, and for a while he had the heart to steal, although he knew that this was not good, but his first feeling was like this, and at this moment he attached it to Shen Yin's ear and said softly. In order to be safe, it is also covered by hand to prevent the wind from leaking.

"Hahaha, silly boy, you're a very exciting one!"

After hearing Zhou Gan's timid whispers, Shen Yin immediately laughed, Zhou Qian saw his smile, thought that he recognized and agreed, and he was happy in his heart, and immediately smiled.

"Hehe, you hey a hammer, you have this idea, labor and management had it eight hundred years ago, this is the lotus of sword qi, only the ten thousand years of sword qi of the sword mound can support it to manifest, you still want to move to the back mountain, want to suck up the spiritual veins of my back mountain?!"

Shen Yin's originally smiling expression immediately changed, and he shuddered towards Zhou Qian.

"Ah, it hurts~"

Zhou Qian didn't know that this sloppy old man's face changed so quickly, and even gave himself a violent shudder, at this moment his little hand covered his forehead, and there were endless grievances on his face.

"Hahaha, Shen Yin, the childlike heart of the little baby is also very cute, not as old as me, the childish heart is something more precious than time. ”

Jian Jiu stroked his beard, looked at it and laughed out loud.

"Little baby, as long as you can take this sword qi golden lotus away with your own ability, then what's the harm in giving it to you, it's just that in the past countless years, no one has succeeded, as long as this sword qi golden lotus leaves the sword shrine, it will dissipate by itself, whether it can succeed or not depends on your creation, hahaha. ”

Jian Jiu whispered to Zhou Qian, who was covering his forehead, as if encouraging, and then laughed heartily.

"Forehead ......"

Zhou Qian was stunned, he didn't know what to say, he was afraid of the old man, after all, this sloppy old man beat him even more times than his father Zhou Zhen.

Zhou Qian took a few steps back and moved away from Shen Yin.

And the people of the other sects didn't seem to notice that Zhou Qian was here, but looked at the sword mound together.

The gray mist had dissipated, and the pillar of ten thousand swords that roared in response to the ancestral sword slowly turned into flying silk and returned to their respective swords.

At this time, there were eleven streamers on the mound, which were speeding at great speed, a black shadow, ten white rays, and the black shadow headed by it was the sword feather of the Three Sword Peaks, he stepped on the flying sword, and his divine sense kept spreading in this huge sword mound.

His eyes were blazing at the moment, sweeping away the previous exhaustion, the natal sword he had dreamed of for a long time, in this sword mound, he had a strong premonition, he would find the perfect sword that matched his Dao from this sword mound.

But this sword mound is too broad, and the scope of his divine consciousness is limited, and he can't cover it all, so he can only explore it slowly, he has patience, determination, and more confidence.

And the figures of the disciples of the Ten Dao Sword Sect behind him separated at this moment, stepping on the flying sword, and galloping towards the sword mound in all directions.

"Jian Jiu, in your opinion, can your Sword Sect disciple obtain the Spirit Sword this time?!"

Zhao Yifan of the Cloud Thunder Sect was riding on the back of the little donkey at this moment, glanced at the eleven figures in the sword mound, and spoke softly. He didn't sit on the sword qi golden lotus, but the little donkey, four hooves stepped on the golden lotus, bathing in the fairy glow, this little donkey was wrapped in this rich aura, and suddenly felt energetic, as if the previous grievances, under the nourishment of this golden lotus aura, immediately left behind.

"Although there are tens of thousands of spiritual swords in this place of sword mounds, they are also arrogant and choose their own masters, unless they are surrendered, otherwise, it will be difficult to obtain swords. ”

Jian Jiu looked at the sword mound under the deep pit, and sighed with emotion, and there was even a trace of regret in his tone.

"I won't hide it from you, when I was young, I also went to the sword shrine, but because of my stupid qualifications, I was abandoned by a spirit sword, and that scene still comes to my mind, it's really a bit embarrassing to think about, hahaha. ”

Jian Jiu recalled the past, and he didn't shy away from it, and said it directly, and when he laughed, he looked very comfortable.

"Daoyou can be so open-minded, it must be this open-minded heart that enables Daoyou to rank among the thirteen sword immortals of the Sword Sect!"

At this moment, Pei Yan also opened his mouth to praise, and he also admired the strong man of the Sword Sect.

The Sword Sect, under the sect master, there are three major sword gods, thirteen sword immortals, and a total of seventeen peak powerhouses, so that they can stand in the northern region for thousands of years without falling, and pass on from generation to generation.

"Look, the sword qi is agitating there, and that white-robed baby may be about to win the spirit sword!"

Suddenly, the old man of the Li family in the four gates exclaimed, and his eyes looked at the northwest area of the Sword Shrine.

Hearing his words, not only the seven sects, four sects and two sects above the firmament, but even the many monks under the foothills of the mountain also followed his gaze and looked towards the northwest of the sword mound.

The sword qi was agitated there, and a red long sword hummed and made a sound of squeezing, and in front of this red long sword, there was a white-robed young man, this white-robed young man's body trembled at the moment, and slowly walked towards the red sword.

The sword qi raged, turning into an invisible blade, cutting the corners of the white-robed young man's clothes, like snow, there was gradually a little red, ankles, legs, abdomen, chest, there were some sword marks scratched, blood flowed out, and even a sword qi cut through his cheek, if it wasn't for this young man's quick reaction, he might have obeyed his orders at this moment.

"Sword Sect Daoist, aren't you going to help that baby, after all, it's a disciple of your Sword Sect. ”

The elder of the Liu family, who was in the middle of the four gates, saw that the white-robed young man was in danger, and said to Jian Jiu.

"The person of my Sword Sect is to take the sword as his life, to live for the sword, and to destroy the sword, that baby's mind is extremely firm, if I help him at this moment, although I can save him and embarrass him, it will leave a shadow on his psychology, it all depends on his own thoughts and choices!"

Jian Jiu's tone was very heavy, and he didn't seem to care about the safety of the Sword Sect disciple.

"Hey, old man, if the white-robed young man goes any further, he may die!"

Zhou Qian watched the white-robed young man walk with a pity, so he whispered to Shen Yin.

"You baby is kind-hearted, although this mound is called the sword mound, also known as the burial sword mound, but few people know, in fact, this sword mound was originally a human grave, all the spirit swords in the sword mound, nine out of ten are the main soldiers, but because its lord died in battle, so only the sword remained, buried in this sword mound, waiting for the new master to come into the world. Throughout the ages, there have been countless people who have taken swords and fallen in the sword mound, not that sword cultivation spares their lives, but for sword cultivation, swords are more important than life!"

Shen Yin looked at the white-robed young man who was covered in blood at the moment, his eyes showed a trace of indifference, and he spoke lightly, Zhou Qian listened carefully, and a monstrous wave was set off in his mind.

"It's worthy of being hidden, my sword sect is secret, you even know it, it's really unexpected, yes, this sword mound, in addition to the burial of the sword tomb, also has an ancient name, its name is Xianling!"