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815 Re-entering the Sword Tomb

Looking at Chu Xingyun's back, Baili's wild eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked back, and found that the crowd was also watching him, and his face was full of curiosity and doubt.

Obviously, the crowd did not know where Chu Xingyun was going, nor what Chu Xingyun intended to do.

Baili frantically hesitated for a moment, then a thick breath sound came out of his mouth, striding across, and quickly chasing in the direction of Chu Xingyun.

Chu Xingyun's speed is not fast, but not slow, such as the streamer passing through the gap, running towards the depths of Wanjian Mountain.

Baili madly followed behind Chu Xingyun, and the suspicion in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Here, it is already the core area of ​​Wanjian Pavilion. It is barren and remote, with few people coming on weekdays.

However, Chu Xingyun didn't mean to explain, and the speed suddenly increased until he came to a steep cliff before slowing down and finally stopped.

Baili madman also stopped, he glanced around, very strange to this place, never came.

Just when he was about to ask questions, Chu Xingyun stretched out his right hand without warning, and in the palm of his hand, a faint shadow of the sword flew out, and at the moment of contact with the mountain wall, he directly integrated into it.

After the misty sword shadow completely disappeared, a bright and dazzling halo permeated out of the mountain wall, shaped like a portal, and printed into the eyes of Chu Xingyun and Baili Madman.

Baili looked at this scene stunned, he looked towards Chu Xingyun, but heard Chu Xingyun's voice coming, the tone was calm and calm: "Go in."

Chu Xingyun stepped slowly. When he came into contact with the bright halo, the halo spread like a wave of water, spreading in all directions, and enveloped the mad body of Baili in one fell swoop.

Buzz!

At this moment, Baili Mania only felt black in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of sword chants near his ears. The afterglow worn on his waist resonated strongly, and he wanted to come out of the sheath.

Baili madly opened his eyes suddenly, and what he printed into his eyes was an open and flat ground, surrounded by fog and vigorous spiritual power, which made people have the illusion of entering the fairyland.

He looked straight ahead and found that on this vast expanse of flat ground, countless swords were inserted backwards, the number of which was so large that it was impossible to count, and it was dazzling with just one glance.

Slap!

Chu Xingyun's stepping sound made Baili come back to life, his breath gradually became heavy, and finally he couldn't help but asked, "Where is this?"

As a close disciple of Brahma, he has many privileges. He can enter and leave at will in any forbidden land or any place of cultivation, but he never knew it here.

"Sword mound." Chu Xingyun spit out two sounds lightly, and at this moment, the whole earth began to tremble, and a silver-white sword broke through the loess without any signs, like a streamer, and spurted into the air. high altitude.

call out!

The sword light was fleeting, but the earth did not stop trembling. There was even a tendency to become more and more practiced. Immediately, the sound of breaking the earth continued to sound, and a handle sword was swept high into the sky. .

A sword awn looks like a shimmer and is not conspicuous, but thousands of sword awns flash like a long river of sword awns, and that shank sword is a real dragon in the long river. It is tumbling and endless.

Baili frantically looked at this scene, and his eyes almost narrowed into needles. Before he asked him out, Chu Xingyun explained: "As the name suggests, Jianzuo is the grave of swords. Since the founding of Wanjian Pavilion, this place It has always existed, but its existence is particularly secretive, and no one knows, but no one can enter, except the patriarch. "

"Grave of swords?" Baili whispered madly. He looked up at the dragon with swords, his heart tightened, and the afterglow in his waist shook tremblingly, as if to be incorporated into it.

Chu Xingyun nodded his head, and his gaze also looked at the true dragon of swords: "Wanjian Pavilion inherited thousands of years and experienced countless ups and downs. Whenever one person dies, that person's portable sword will be sent to the sword mound and become One of thousands of swords. "

"This is both the tomb of the sword and the tomb of the sword. When the sword is sent to the sword mound, the sword remaining in the sword will also sleep here and silently guard the entire Wanjian Pavilion."

"Do you know how many swords there are in the sword mound?" Chu Xingyun Yu Feng turned around and suddenly asked Baili crazy.

"Sword tombs have existed for thousands of years. With such a long-term accumulation, the number of swords should be around one million?" Baili Madman was somewhat uncertain. This piece of space was too large, and he could not see the end at a glance.

Hearing Baili's mad reply, Chu Xingyun's mouth showed a smile, and his voice was calm. He said: "Yesterday, in the **** battle, Wanjian Pavilion died a total of 127,795 people, and this number of deaths, Although it is large, in the history of Wanjian Pavilion, it is not astonishing. Two thousand years ago, Wanjian Pavilion suffered a catastrophe. Only one day, 200,000 disciples died. "

"What ?!" Baili Mania heard a shock, as if his heart would stop beating. Two thousand years ago, Wan Jiange suffered a catastrophe and died of 200,000 disciples a day. He had never heard of this.

Wanjian Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years and has a long history. However, due to the emergence of the sword spirit, the history of Zongmen has been ruthlessly tampered with, and countless historical facts have disappeared in the rolling river. There is no trace of it.

Chu Xingyun sighed slightly, stepped out again, and said while walking: "One person dies, the sword in the sword mound increases an additional handle, thousands of years, millions of days and nights, there are more than one million dead people . "

"As far as I know, the swords in the sword mound have reached 33,998,421." When Chu Xingyun said this number, even if his mind was rock-solid , I couldn't help shaking.

The number of 30 million is so huge, it is no wonder that Jian Ling has tried his best to control Wanjian Pavilion and tamper with the history of Wanjian Pavilion.

As long as the sword mound can be obtained, the sword intention emanating from the sword can be used to repair the wound, reshape the sword body, and even return to the ranks of the imperial soldiers.

In fact, it did.

But frustratingly, the time for the sword spirit to enter the sword mound is too short, only a thousand years. Although the sword body has been reshaped, it is still far behind the black hole epee. If after thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, maybe, the result Will be different.

Chu Xingyun's thoughts and thoughts, Baili madman did not know, at this time, he had completely fallen into consternation, his eyes stared blankly at the real dragon, the sword that looked up to the sky and howl, unable to recover for a long time.

His gaze hung in the void, and as the sword dragon continued to move, at this time, Baili madly vaguely saw that there seemed to be a high platform in the middle of the sword mound.

What made him even more puzzled was that there was a ghost image sitting above the platform, which was very vague, but it really existed!