The earth was shocked, beyond everyone's expectations.

Mo Chen and the old man hurriedly turned into a shock, grabbed the second daughter of the demon family at an astonishing speed, picked them up directly, escaped from this sword mountain, and returned to the huge city gate.

They looked back and saw that the earthquake was not just an ordinary tremor, but a real landslide!

With the naked eye, it can be seen that the cracks that burst out of the stone rock, as if they were revived, struggling to grow and spread wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they skyrocketed from an inch to ten zhang, and then to a hundred zhang and a thousand zhang.

After two or three breaths, dozens of miles of sword mountains all collapsed!

Only then did they realize that the vast sword mountain they had stepped on just now was not entirely made of mud and rock.

At best, it's just a three-foot-thick layer of stone skin.

As the shaking deepened, the original mudstone shell shattered, revealing the black dirt underneath.

It's just that the stone shell collapsed, and the soil didn't move, and the irrepressible exclamation from the four people of Mochen also sounded at the same time as the mud and stone shell shattered.

There is earth and a sword on the mountain, and there are people and dragons in the mountain.

Countless people, dead people, countless dragons, dragon remains!

Sitting in a precarious position, white robes, the dragon's claws are fierce and fierce.

A corpse that has long since dried up, and the blood of the flu has long been there.

The corpses of the monks and dragons here, whether in appearance or appearance, as well as posture and temperament, were exactly the same as the glimpses that Mo Chen had seen before.

Looking at this formation, the countless hidden swords in this sword mountain are usually inserted into these countless corpses through the mud and stone shells.

A sword, standing on a corpse.

One corpse, one dragon.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed it, who would have dared to believe that the truth of the magnificent Sword Mountain, which stretched for dozens of miles, was like this

The sword is not a nailed corpse, on the contrary, the sword is guarding the corpse.

Dragons are not corpses, on the contrary, dragons are also guarding corpses.

Curled up, he wrapped the monk's corpse and guarded it firmly at his side.

It's an extremely rare sight.

Whether it was Mochen or the remaining three, they were stunned by everything in front of them for a while, and they even forgot about the thunderous blizzard that kept falling from the sky.

"Yin Yang Xuanlong ......," Mo Chen muttered in a low voice.

He saw the four big characters engraved on the white robes worn by these disciples.

The pen is like a pen written with blood, after 10,000 years, hundreds of thousands of years and the blood has not dried, it seems to flow from the end of the word, the tip of the knife.

The intention of killing and requisitioning was so hideous that it seemed to be about to come out of the robe and rush to the face.

Are these countless corpses the thousands of disciples of the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Sect back then?

The flickering spiritual light on those countless divine swords, could it be their souls?

Mo Chen remembered the Yin Yang Xuanlong Sect that Phantom Ying and Xuanyuan Wenying had told him about.

Then he looked at the disciple of the Yin Yang Xuanlong Sect in front of him.

Obviously, this ancient overlord-level force was not as the two women said, but was united by several major sects to break through the mountain gate and cut off the inheritance.

Of course, Mochen didn't suspect that the two girls were working together to deceive him.

The attitudes, expressions, and movements of the two women when they told these events could not be deliberately faked.

Mochen still has such judgment.

So there is only one other possibility, that is, the demise of the entire Yin Yang Xuanlong Sect is fundamentally a scam.

and deceived all the disciples of his own sect.

In doing so, it is only possible to conceal certain events......

Mo Chen pondered carefully, staring at the sword mountain in front of him: "After death, he does not enter reincarnation, but his soul is attached to the divine sword held before his death, and it is no wonder that the sword mountain here is full of aura." ”

He knew that the swords might not be alive, but they were not dead.

But for what, the disciples of the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Sect in the past refused to go to reincarnation, but wanted to be trapped in the lonely city for thousands of generations!

Will they ever get up again?

What are they going to do when they get up?

What is the thing that makes them abandon reincarnation and have to do it!?

Ink dust didn't know.

He didn't approach in a daze, just stood there and waited.

While he was still thinking, suddenly a vision arose.

Just when the thunder was extinguished and the seven swords were suspended, another voice came from the ground, echoing the rhythm of the tone of the Illusory Yang Realm Treasure in the Sea of Ink and Dust.

Dull, hoarse, not as vivid as the Illusory Yang Realm Treasure, but like a defeated revolution, listening to the ears makes people's hearts indescribably suffocating and uncomfortable.

But this ugly voice is clearly echoing the Illusory Sun Realm Treasure.

Along with this unpleasant humming sound, it was in the far corner.

It was empty, not a single corpse or sword, nor a dragon skeleton as a foil.

But in this abrupt quiet place, the earth of several zhang square circle suddenly churned, like a dragon swimming, setting off a huge wave of mud and sand, stirring up a radius of several zhang unpeaceful.

The ugly humming became clearer and louder, and I don't know what I was singing, but it only made people feel very poignant.

Immediately afterward, a ray of light rushed out of the ground like lightning.

The light is like a pillar, reaching into the heavens.

Mo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked carefully.

In the center of this dazzling pillar of light, there was a sword, slowly rising, and beside it, there were clouds of faint blue light the size of a wine glass, flying in the light and extinction.

But is this really a sword?

The body of the sword is twisted, the golden light is dazzling, the wavy blade is hideous, the shape is like sharp teeth, and each wave tail also carries barbs, it is better to say that it is a sword than a straight serrated knife, a hideous single-edged sword.

Don't talk about ink dust, even the wanton old man who has lived for thousands of years has never seen such a strange sword.

The humming continued, and the sawtooth sword and the Illusory Sun Realm Treasure echoed each other.

The sword has no words, let alone expression, but there is a trace of charm hidden in its trembling sword body and unpleasant singing.

It's as if the two singing voices are attached to each other here, faintly revealing a tacit understanding between old friends.

And just after the sawtooth sword appeared, the mania of the sword mound quickly subsided, and even the Seven Directions Sword King was quiet and silently returned to his original place.

This feeling was as if the previous chorus of the Seven Directions Sword King was singing in unison to build momentum for this sawtooth sword.

And after the sawtooth sword appeared, the Sword King of the Seven Directions returned to calm down to show his respect.

Countless hidden swords were the same as before, standing quietly in the corpse, and the entire sword mountain, or corpse mountain, was once again calm before.

In the vast area, there are only two humming sounds, gently echoing.

After another cup of tea, the strange tune came to an end as the last feather note flew away.

The Illusory Sun Realm Treasure in the Sea of Ink Dust trembled a few times, and then calmed down.

He was busy looking inward, and found that the Illusory Yang Realm Treasure was still the same, and there was no change.

The jagged sword did not return to the dirt, hovering in the air, not moving.