Liu Chongming weighed the dark and narrow ancient knife in his hand, which seemed to be a little heavier, but it was not superficial, so he didn't care too much. Sink into the hole vertically downwards with a short body and a cloud kicking qi machine skill.

The rest of the people also used the magic power of the imperial weapon and followed him into the cave where they could not see their fingers.

The last section of the cave is a flat road, the exit is blazing with white light, and when you cross the portal, your eyes are dizzy by the bright light, and after you recover from it, you can only feel a sudden enlightenment.

The boundary here is extremely spacious, the land is less to say thousands of acres, the central position is a nine-fold giant tower, there is a high pavilion outside the palace, a layer of hanging pavilion is planted with iron wood, a two-story high pavilion is planted with a golden fence, a three-storey high pavilion is born of pearl grass, a four-storey high pavilion bears golden fruits, a five-storey high pavilion floats jade lotus, a six-storey high pavilion hangs a sword, a seven-storey high pavilion stores copper Jane, an eight-storey high pavilion hangs a bell, when it reaches the attic of the ninth floor, there is actually a dragon-shaped thing that makes people tremble with divine will, the head and claws stretch out of the fence, look ahead, motionless.

It turned out to be a hollowed-out mountain inside, in the shape of an inverted bowl, flat below, and the dome was a delicate and huge semicircle. The dome wall is coated with a layer of white shell that was broken when the bird was first born and ground into powder, and the paint made by mixing white whiskers and ice springs is still emitting holy white light after 10,000 years.

Under the dome, there are several circles of spirit horses and beasts, tens of thousands, all of which are made of indestructible glass-colored jade, many of which are exquisite ritual weapons, each of which is a rare treasure, and the weapon is an indestructible divine weapon.

Sikong God was striding forward, and the Tianzi Tomb in his arms came to an abrupt end here, and the next road could only be explored by themselves. Sikong God had heard the elder solemnly mention that this nine-story tower is the ancestor tower of the Sikong family of the Snow God Clan, which enshrines the leaders of the successive families, and since the closure of the Immortal Tomb 10,000 years ago, the incense has been cut off.

Sikong God didn't have much respect for the immortal who was high up thousands of years ago, and he still had some respect and closeness to his predecessors. Willing to put aside the matter of finding the next entrance for the time being, and enter the tower to worship the ancestors of the past dynasties.

In front of the tower door stairs, there are two black beast statues of the town tower tower, an old Jiao with horns and a unicorn in human form, the standing human-shaped unicorn is seven or eight zhang high, the old Jiao who bows to the ground is thick and long, and the height is also three zhang.

Liu Longchi's palm rubbed the old Jiao's dark and dull forefoot, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart was clear: "Good guy! These two pieces of black iron are actually the same material for building the magic knife in Chongming's hand!"

Fortunately, these two colossal statues have not been refined by secret methods, and they cannot absorb the defilement and evil qi between heaven and earth. Otherwise, according to the craftsmanship of these two colossal statues, they will not necessarily become spirits if they contain evil spirits.

"Babbling" sounded, and Sikong God was pushing open the tower door. These two wooden doors have not been opened for nearly 10,000 years, and the parts at the turning point are inevitably somewhat blocked. The door remains untouched, thanks to the white color of sexual purity.

At the first glance of entering the tower, you will see the lotus stone seat in a circle, a total of eighty-one. There is no idol on the lotus seat, so even the altar is not complete. Looking up the stairs, there are seventy-two vacant lotus seats on the second floor. Walking further up, the lotus seat decreases in turn.

Sikong God did not mention his desire for the treasures in the high pavilion extending from the tower, and he still hung the Dao-style iron sword that was regarded as a treasure on the rivers and lakes and was worthless compared to the ancient sword in the tomb.

When Tianzong passed by the Hanging Sword Pavilion, he couldn't wait to pack all the immortal ancient swords and take them away, but in the end, he couldn't resist Yi Liyi's kind words and persuasion, and he unloaded the seven or eight long and short ancient swords that he had finally picked out and tied to his body. Despite the compromise, Tianzong was unwilling to exchange the high-grade Dao sword in his hand with one of the immortal weapons. But as the saying goes, "if you seek perfection, you will be ruined", picking and choosing, but there is no choice.

At the request of Tianzong, Yi Yayi unloaded the Dao-style iron sword on his body, picked up the cold light soft sword that closed his eyes and put it on his waist.

Liu Longchi and Liu Chongming's father and son practiced swords, and they already had the blades at hand, and they had admiration in the face of those divine weapons but had no intention of taking possession, and they were climbing up with Sikong Shen.

Tianzong scratched his ears and cheeks, and he struggled for half an hour, and it was really difficult to decide. In the end, Yi Liyi, who stayed with him, pointed to a rectangular jade box on the high desk in the corner of the wall, and suggested, "Do you want to open it and take a look?"

Tianzong's eyes lit up, and he hugged the jade box that carved the spirit deer and crane. Twist open the jade buckle and lift the lid. Inside lay a shiny black knife less than two feet long, with nearly a hundred pieces of black iron in the shape of willow leaves underneath. At first glance, this knife is somewhat similar to the black knife on Liu Chongming's waist, but it is actually very different, although this knife is short, it is heavy and strong, and the spirit in the knife is not as dark and evil as the magic knife.

Looking closely, there is actually some transparent texture under the metallic luster of the short knife, this knife seems to be made of Xuanyu that absorbs black gas, Tianzong carefully took it out of the box, and the hand was heavy, and there was no speculation that the whole mountain was repulsed.

The more Tianzong looked at the short knife, the more he felt that this was the kind of strange jade that made up the mountain, as for why the black qi was so full but had no repulsion or suction, it could only be understood that the ancestors had done special forging. Swinging the knife and slashing at a wide and simple long sword, the ancient sword roared, Tianzong was taken aback, and eighty percent of the strength was used, and the two weapons were actually undamaged.

The ancient sword is a hard idea, and I can't try a short knife, so I have to pick a soft persimmon. Picked up the high-grade sword that was brought into the immortal tomb, and knocked it lightly, a section of the sword body fell to the ground, Tianzong was interested, and three more sword bodies fell to the ground after three knocks.

Overjoyed: "Sharpen iron like clay!"

Yi Liyi nodded seriously, but couldn't help but tell the truth: "If it is sharper, this soft sword that emits cold light that I picked up is even more prosperous." ”

Tianzong weighed

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