In the belly of Luoxia Peak, a large hall is brightly lit.

It is said to be a large hall, but it is actually a huge space formed by the leveling and reinforcement of the mountain. The four walls of the main hall are not neat, and if you look closely, you can see countless traces of sword blade cutting, and someone has dug out such a secret realm in this huge mountain peak with a fierce and unforged sword momentum. The cutting marks are all revealing a long and simple atmosphere, revealing different styles, and it is clear that people have continued to broaden from generation to generation.

The sword mound has been established for thousands of years, and Luoxia Peak is the place where the fortune of the sect gathers, coupled with the accumulation of sword intent of many generations of disciples, the earth and mountain stones have long been tempered very strong in this kind of luck and sword intent, and ordinary masters can only leave a shallow trace on it. There are still people in the sword mound who can continue to expand such a place in the belly of Luoxia Peak, and the sharpness of the sword intent is really shocking.

The four walls of the main hall are separated by a certain distance and there is a sword obliquely inserted, and the vision can not be detected from a distance, but when you look closely, the length of each sword is several zhang, and the width is enough to reach the two door panels side by side, and the thickness is too much. The material of the giant sword is neither stone nor iron, and it glows with a strange brilliance, and it is these brilliances that illuminate the entire hall, leaving no dead ends.

The dome of the main hall looked pitch black. Although Luoxia Peak is extremely majestic, with the eyes of cultivators, it will not be impossible to catch it at a glance, but the dome of the main hall hidden in Luoxia Peak seems to be high and far beyond its boundary, extending infinitely upwards to the sky, contemplating it, and even faintly making people have the illusion of staring directly at the starry sky, and then inevitably produce a feeling of infinite insignificance in such a grand world, and the spirit is agitated and difficult to hold itself.

The floor of the main hall is neatly flat, from the four walls inward, the floor tiles form a circle of concentric circles, and the most central ground maintains the original color of the mountain stone, with an ancient sword inserted on it.

The shape of the ancient sword looks very simple, more simple and rough than the shape used by the disciples of the sword mound now, and it doesn't look like the style that people in the cultivation will use, but like the crude weapons made by ordinary blacksmiths. Even the sword itself was dumb and unpretentious, if it hadn't appeared in the very center of the Luoxia Peak Hall, I am afraid that anyone would only think that this sword was an ordinary weapon among the mundane, and the cultivators were afraid that it would be a waste of time to take a second look.

And those who really know the origin of this sword will not pay the most heartfelt respect to it when they first see it.

Because the spine of the sword is close to the position of the sword, three words are crookedly engraved.

The number is immeasurable.

Legend has it that the sword mound that trampled the world's sword cultivation under the feet of the amazing ancestor, at the beginning of the long road of seeking the Tao, was from the village blacksmith shop to spend three taels of silver to play a long sword, from then on the sword world, three feet of autumn water spelled out a lifetime of prestige.

When he carved his name on that long sword, did he ever think that these three words would become the supreme existence in the minds of many sword cultivators?

In front of this long sword, in the main hall, there were several figures.

The sect master is endless, the sword prison is old and the ghost is old, the forging hall is in charge of Zhanlu, and the head of the hall is not light.

In addition to the sect master, one tomb master and two hall masters arrived together, which was already a very weighty scene.

Xi Wuya stood on the innermost side, still the light and windy appearance of the day. Ghost Lao and Zhan Lu are both on both sides of the dark color, and their eyes are solemn.

Where the eyes of the three gathered, it was Xi Liang's body.

The corpse stood suspended in the air, and it was described as if there was still life, and wisps of Dao power passed through the big holes around him, and it looked like he was spitting out.

After Xi Liang's corpse, it was Mo Qingyan, the head of the hall, who was inducing the Dao power.

At first glance, no one would have believed that such a gentle-looking woman would be the big man in charge of the sword shrine, just as no one would believe that such a pair of green and jade-like slender hands could kill and seal the path of the netherworld to the south for ten years when they held the sword.

The hall is the eyes and ears of the sword mound, and the disciples of the temple are responsible for everything that should be investigated.

When Mo Qingyan was still an ordinary disciple, he received the task of confirming the movements of the Netherworld in the north. It was a routine investigation and confirmation, but I didn't want the netherworld to move, and the netherworld gate that isolated people and ghosts opened a gap for some reason, and the ghost soldiers and the underworld would invade the mortal world according to their breath. When Mo lightly arrived at the Far North Ice Field, the Netherworld had invaded more than 100 miles south, and people were extinct everywhere, and many families were destroyed.

Under the isolation of the ghostly qi, the sword news could not be transmitted, and Mo Qingyan, who was only five steps at the time, brazenly drew his sword and died at the Tianguan, and the first battle was ten years.

Then in ten years, he broke through three realms in a row and stood on the ground.

When the Netherworld was re-killed more than ten miles away from the Nether Gate, the sword news finally came out.

When the sword mound arrived, what he saw was the sword intent in the sky, sealing the gate of the netherworld. Mo lightly said that his body was infected with ghost energy, and the murderous aura was wild, which made people dare not look directly.

Then she turned and swung her sword. It was like cutting off the heavens and the earth, and a ghostly aura shattered in response.

In some villages in the north, there is still a female bodhisattva with a long sword in her hand without a sheath, a gentle face, but a sharp gaze.

Today's Mo Qingyan is just an ordinary plain robe, with several wisps of Dao power connected to his fingertips, and these Dao powers pass through the big hole of Xi Liang's corpse.

After ten years of fierce battle with the Netherworld, her understanding of the divine soul is no less than that of some ghost cultivators who have been immersed in the divine soul all their lives. Even if the killer's cultivation is low, in order to protect everything, she still chooses to search for the soul in person, so as not to be attacked by some existence behind the killer, erasing the cause and effect and disturbing the heavenly machine.

The Dao power gradually subsided, and Xi Liang's body fell to the ground again. Mo lightly waved his hand, and the sword fire ignited, completely turning the corpse into ashes.

There was no breathlessness, and the expected divine souls of the three were pulled by the power of reincarnation.

Mo shook his head lightly: "The divine soul has been erased, and there are signs of soul marks." It should have been manipulated by someone on the spirit before entering the mountain. Regardless of whether the assassination is successful or not, their spirits will not be left until the end of the world. ”

According to the child, it was like a means of crying and mourning. The three killers all entered the mountain with the caravan, but the caravan said that they had never had such a disciple. Zhan Lu's eyes narrowed slightly. It was his disciple who was assassinated, and he was able to suppress his anger and did not directly wash the horse gang in blood, all because he still cared about the rules of the world.

"The style of the caravan's trip was different from the beginning. It was originally a loose sect formed by a group of bandits, and it was not easy to inquire about the whereabouts of the absurdity. It is too contrived to break the theory of the world, and it is not their style. "The ghost is very respectable in the sword mound, and he thinks very deeply.

"Do they have the guts to collude with the Horse Gang?" asked Zhan Lu.

"It's one thing to have the courage or not, what result do they want to get by doing this? It is still understandable to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, but why is it for a disciple who has just started?" Mo Qingyan suddenly raised his head and asked.

"You walked outside, and you didn't know where the boy came from. Ye Lan went to the West Pole to bring back the desolation, during which he was helped by the Four Seas Pastoral Couple. This child is the descendant of the pastoral song of the four seas. According to Ye Lan's report, the disciples of this generation were completely killed by the Four Seas Pastoral. In order to prevent future troubles, the four seas pastoral song re-emerged from the mountain, and now I am afraid that I don't know which mountain to 'reason'. ”

"But you can also rest assured that you will throw your son alone in the sword mound?" Mo lightly raised his eyebrows.

"Mrs. Mu has a deep knowledge of cause and effect, and she is a reincarnation of Buddhism. They have a reason for doing so. If the dignified sword mound can't protect a child, it will really be discredited. Besides, just by helping to suppress the desolation, the current cause and effect of the Sword Shrine and the Four Seas Pastoral Song are already very large. Ye Lan used the six-step cultivation to accommodate the desolation in the sea of qi, and he couldn't see the cause and effect clearly, I still can't understand it. The brew from all over the world at the bottom of the box was taken out, and he was drunk with absurdity, that is, the drunkard could figure it out. ”

Hearing what the ghost said, Mo sighed lightly: "Poor child, I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate to treat my father and mother like this." ”

"Fortunately or unfortunately, if you enter the sword mound and worship in the forging hall, you are my disciple. The idea of beating my disciple is to challenge me Lu someone. Even if you challenge me to Lu someone, then being killed by my sword is not an indiscriminate killer. Zhan Lu stretched out his left hand and made a sword flick motion into the air. There are not many sword cultivators who are good at talking, and he Zhan Lu is even more of a killing, and there are only a few people who can restrain his three-foot long sword, such as a few people such as Xi Wuya, saying this at this moment, how can Xi Wuya not know that he has long been impatient and wants to make a move.

"It has always been said that the world is not good, and it is a tradition to take it as a temper, and there is no conspiracy behind it. When it comes, it continues. Since the Sword Ancestor descended, he has encountered more dangerous situations than this, and this time he is not afraid. It's just that it involves pastoral songs from all over the world, and the more far-reaching cause and effect in the meantime has to be carefully considered. Xi Wuya said slowly, but the tone in his words was not to hesitate and consider, and the last sentence was like a pretext before he was about to stab Lou Zi.

When the three of them heard this, they said no more, and dispersed. Xi Wuya sat cross-legged in front of the simple long sword in the center of the main hall, and his Dao power was constricted to the point that he could not see it, and one person and one sword looked like ordinary iron and layman. His eyes were lowered, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned: "Do you want to try my sword mound?" ”