It didn't take long for Demon Yuan'er and Demon Hua'er to adapt to the momentum of this sword mountain.

They opened their eyes again and looked around.

Unlike the unbridled frowning and thinking, Mochen was in a daze.

His expression was dull and his eyes were vacant, and he looked blankly ahead with a shock!

Only Mo Chen himself knew that the reason why he was stunned was not because of the momentum of Sword Mountain.

It's because since he came to the inside of the giant city, the Illusory Sun Realm Treasure in the Sea of Consciousness suddenly trembled.

The ink dust felt clearly.

This time it wasn't that it reacted to the power of the Void, and it wasn't that there was a change within the Illusory Yang Realm Treasure.

It just emitted a glimmer of brilliance, passing all the way along the edge of the sea of knowledge, from heaven to face, face to skull, and skull into eyes.

Eventually, it flashed lightly in the eyes of the ink dust.

It was at this moment that everything in front of Mo Chen's eyes suddenly changed.

There were no mountains or swords in his sight, only corpses!

The scrawny white-clothed men, thousands upon thousands, of all ages, sat cross-legged and withered, spreading from in front of him all the way to the thirty-mile stone cliff.

Their skin was dull, their eyes were closed, their bodies were stiff, and they didn't know how many years they had been dead.

And beside them, hideous dragon souls of all colors, thousands and thousands of different shapes, winding and coiling, lying quietly beside each corpse.

They all have nine claws, two horns on the top of their heads, and the dragon's eyes are also closed, without a trace of life.

The divine light emitted by the Illusory Sun Realm Treasure washed the eyes of the ink dust, and with just one glance, countless corpses.

In the blink of an eye, the light dissipated, and the mass of corpses disappeared, and everything returned to its original state.

Countless flying swords are stuck diagonally on the stone cliff.

Although such a vision was only one eye, the completely unexpected vision completely shocked Mo Chen, making his whole person begin to be in a trance.

Seeing that he was stunned, Demon Hua'er, who was following him, asked softly, "Mochen, are you okay?"

Mo Chen came back to his senses and shook his head, but before he could say anything, the old man asked Demon Yuan'er: "There is only this sword mountain in the entire city, where is the transcontinental array you perceive?" Several people thought that Mo Chen was shocked by the momentum of the sword mountain, and they were afraid that Mo Chen would be embarrassed, so they directly diverted the topic and asked.

I have to say that Mo Chen was stunned as soon as he saw Sword Mountain, which was inconsistent with his peak cultivation in the Wandering Soul Realm.

However, Mo Chen didn't explain anything, and looked directly at Demon Yuan'er along the topic of wanton aging.

"The transcontinental array is ...... It is...... Is it this Sword Mountain......??" Demon Yuan'er said so much that she herself didn't believe it.

But the problem was that under her perception, the Spirit Yuan Fluctuations of the Cross-Continent Circle did indeed come from this place of Sword Mountain.

"Could it be inside this Sword Mountain?" Mochen interjected.

He thought of the vision he had seen earlier.

Countless corpses sat on top of the mountain, and no blood was shed.

Countless dragon souls lie quietly on the giant mountain, without the coercion of the dragon's chant.

Countless swords were plunged across the mountain, and there was no clanging sound.

A sword corresponds to a corpse, and a corpse corresponds to a dragon, as if guarding and guarding this huge mountain.

It's like a huge seal, and those corpses, dragon souls, and swords are the magic weapons that suppress the seal.

Mo Chen said, and he had already stepped forward.

Everyone followed closely and came to the foot of the huge Sword Mountain.

Demon Hua'er looked around, curious, and took a fancy to a dark iron heavy sword a few feet away in front of her, and walked over.

"What ......the hell are these swords stuck here?"

Before she could finish her sentence, she immediately stopped.

Mo Chen saw that her face was flushed, and her delicate right hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the Xuantie Sword, but she couldn't pull the sword out.

Youhuaer is a little unbelieving.

Since one hand is not good, then two.

She also grabbed her left hand and forcibly exercised the exercises in her body.

Waves of heat poured out of her body, and the fine sand and gravel around her were shaken into powder.

But it still didn't help.

No matter how hard she tried to use it, the Xuantie heavy sword that was the same width as Demon Hua'er seemed to be deeply embedded in the sword mountain, and it didn't move at all.

"Is this sword too heavy?" Demon Hua'er took a few deep breaths, adjusted the qi and blood in her body, and grabbed it towards a jade thin sword beside her again.

There was no difference from the previous result, no matter how hard she worked out, it was still difficult to shake.

Seeing that the situation was so strange, the three of Mo Chen also walked to the Sword Mountain and grabbed it casually.

Sure enough.

Regardless of cultivation, the reckless old of the Wandering Soul Realm and the Demon Yuan'er of the Corpse Dog Realm are helpless against these swords.

"We can't take the sword here...... Ahh

It's not just Demon Hua'er who 'ah' it's it, but both Wanton Lao and Demon Yuan'er 'ah' it......

Demon Yuan'er happened to be next to Mo Chen, even if she was frightened by the exclamation, her voice was still pleasant.

Mo Chen casually pulled out a three-foot long sword in front of him, and then was startled by everyone's exclamations, turned his head and asked everyone, "How can I pull it out?"

The three of them were stunned when asked, and they didn't know how to answer him for a while.

Seeing this, Mo Chen inserted the long sword in his hand back in its original position, and walked forward: "I'll try again." ”

Without hesitation, he directly looked for the nearest sword.

The hilt of this sword is slightly longer, and the word 'Qingfeng' is engraved on it, and the pen is sharp, and it is a small seal.

Mochen reached out and shook it, and pulled it gently.

With a "poof" sound of the sword, the Qingfeng sword seemed to be hidden from the dust from the scabbard, flashing with a dazzling light in the sunlight.

"Why?"

"Why?"

The first one was asked by the three of you Yuan'er at the same time, and the second one was asked by Mo Chen.

He didn't know why.

"Could it be related to the Illusory Sun Realm Treasure and the previous vision?" Mo Chen pondered.

Seeing this, the old man immediately walked to the place where the sword that Mo Chen pulled out for the first time was.

He stretched out his hand, but he still didn't move.

Now everyone understood.

They can't take the sword here, only Mochen can draw the sword here at will.

"Elder Hu, try to see how this 'Qingfeng' sword is. Mo Chen directly stuffed the Qingfeng Sword in his hand to the old man.

The old man hesitated for a moment, then said thank you and reached out to take the long sword.

But before he could hold it firmly, the long sword in Yu Mochen's hand, which was obedient like a little sheep, suddenly turned into a fierce poisonous snake, and the sword qi spontaneously rushed against the old vein!

Unscrupulous and unscrupulous, the long sword flashed and flew back into the distance.

He is defenseless against ink dust, and he has no mercy for others.

Even if it has been plucked out of the ink dust, it is not possible to send it to the hand again.

It's weird, it's weird.

"It's weird here......" said slowly.

As he spoke, he took out an equally strange item from the ring......