I rejected the love application of the big boss in the world of cultivating immortals

Going inside, there is a disc-shaped stone building in front of you, with three floors inside, outside, and written in incomprehensible words.

The two walked to the disc, only to see Qiao Zhengchu filling the entire stone platform with spiritual power.

The stone platform in the innermost circle sank downward, into the boundless darkness.

This mechanism has been in disrepair for a long time, and it makes a rattling sound when it sinks, and it is really chilling down the spine when it is plunged into a deeper gray darkness.

At the deepest point, there is only a little light on the boulder, and the rest of the sight is endless black.

The space inside the Sword Tomb is vast and boundless, and even if you use some spiritual power to spread it out and feel it, you will not be able to reach the end.

Taking a step into the darkness, the light diffuses like flowing water until it lights up the entire space, and the two of them are more like being in a crystal palace at this moment.

Countless spiritual treasures are scattered on both sides of the palace road, and all swords, guns, swords and halberds are rare treasures in this world.

At the end of the palace road, another majestic palace room was connected. In front of the palace stood two golden phoenix statues. These two statues had been seen before entering.

Could it be that this place was built by a race with the phoenix as its totem?

Chu Yunlan followed Qiao Zhengchu to the depths, and there was nothing worth stopping along the way.

But the spirit swords on both sides of the road always buzzed when Chu Yunlan approached.

The two approached the gate of the palace. Chu Yunlan just stepped over the stone threshold. He felt a very sharp buzzing sound coming from the palace room, and seemed to hear a sharp dragon cry.

It was as if a dragon roared past Chu Yunlan's ears.

The dragon's chant was majestic, but it seemed that it had been suppressed for a long time under this sword mound, and there was always some anger in the dragon's chant.

Chu Yunlan could tell that if it was the sword spirit of a sword, it would be best to stay far away from it!
"Junior Sister!"

Qiao Zhengchu sensed Chu Yunlan's torment at once, and instantly pulled out the Qinghui soft sword from his waist, and a clear chirping sound suppressed many sword chimes.

However, as for the sound of the dragon's cry, it only made it far away, but it did not disappear.

"Junior Sister, hold this." Qiao Zhengchu grabbed the hilt of his soft sword, pulled it hard, and pulled out another dagger from the hilt!
"The Qinghui sword is divided into two ends, which happen to belong to my two attributes of ice and fire. You hold the Hui sword first, so that you can isolate the influence of many old swords on you."

Chu Yunlan nodded, and immediately held the Nahui sword in his hand.

Sure enough, most of the old swords in this sword mound were as Si Lan expected, and they all rushed to take them away by themselves.

"Among these old swords, there are not a few who have resentful souls, so this sword mound is closed all the year round. For thousands of years, some disciples have been lost in it from time to time. Turned into bones."

As soon as Qiao Zhengchu finished speaking, Chu Yunlan happened to see the terrifying scene inside the palace through the dancing candles.

Stepping into the entrance of the hall, the candle flame of the Longevity Candle flickered weakly.

The light of the longevity candle spread to the high platform in the center, and the whole palace was instantly brightened, illuminating a starry sky reflected by the stars and the moon.

However, this palace room also has an end. On the high platform, a golden statue of a woman is sitting facing the audience, her eyes are closed, her long hair is loose, and she wears a hair crown. She is dressed in platinum and gold, and her back is shining like a sun. .

Although the sculpture is solemn and majestic, it still looks evil after being buried in the ground for a long time.

"Great! So many spirit treasures! They are all mine, all mine!"

Behind him, some disciple who didn't know how to live or die went crazy, and seemed to get into the messy mountain of spirit weapons beside the palace road.

Chu Yunlan paused, hesitating whether to go out and remind him or not.

She just turned around and felt that Qiao Zhengchu had grabbed her wrist.

"Junior sister, when the sword mound was opened, people from various sects were mixed, and people from their own sects looked after them. Besides, there was a strange movement in the depths of the sword mound just now. I don't know if Su Ximing caused trouble. We should hurry on our way as soon as possible, and don't make any troubles. "

Taking advantage of the dim light of the longevity candle, it was the first time that Chu Yunlan saw such a nervous look on Qiao Zhengchu's face.

It seems that something really happened in the depths of the sword mound.

Chu Yunlan couldn't help clenching the dagger tightly.

"Yes, Big Brother!"

The two walked around the golden statue one by one, and entered the stone gate behind the golden statue.

Through the long steps, Chu Yunlan finally understood what Qiao Zhengchu said before.

There are gold and silver artifacts all over the floor, and there are even sharp objects that have rusted after years of storage.

The sword has lost its brilliance, but it still exudes a bright aura, where the past hides a dark light.

Beside them, there are bones piled up into hills!
Chu Yunlan took a deep breath, and even saw a dead bone holding seven swords...

It's really greedy enough to kill your life!

Chu Yunlan was opening his mouth to talk to Qiao Zhengchu, and suddenly the palace road trembled violently, many disciples ran away desperately, and for a while, people in the sword mound were full of voices and screams were extremely shrill.

However, there was that dragon cry again, could it be that there are dragons under the ground?

"Eldest senior brother... is there a dragon in the depths of this sword mound?"

"As far as I know, there is none. But there is a broken sword on the lowest level of the sword mound, near the earth fire node. No one knows its origin. If ordinary disciples come within seven feet of it, almost all of them will be killed. If there are any survivors, they should be punished." Its hostility has infected and destroyed the foundation of Taoism. Junior sister, in this sword mound, everything except it can be taken."

Jianzhong gradually calmed down, and the two of them went against the flow of people and walked down the path. The more they went down, the fewer traces of man-made carvings.

Along the way, the stalactites hang upside down, the cave is quiet, and the sound of the two people's clothes rubbing against each other can be heard clearly. In addition, the soft sound of water droplets splashing on the ground can also be heard.

Along the way, there are flowers full of red light, and the red color is brighter than blood.

This flower is very strange, the petals are symmetrically wrapped around a thin rod, there are flowers, but no leaves.

The flowers growing here don't know what to absorb and grow, and they can even illuminate the stone wall.

The gold marks on the stone wall have long since retreated, and they can only be vaguely seen.

"Three worlds blend together, ten steps of fragrant grass. Then the moon sinks out, life is extinguished, and the fairy queen folds the sword and mirror to sacrifice to the emperor. The fairy emperor is angry, and then flies up, and the fairy world is in chaos..."

Afterwards, it became somewhat unclear.

In short, according to the mural, there was a broken sword called Jing Ai, which became ominous because of the death of the fairy queen, and then wandered around, killing almost all the sword masters for thousands of years.

In the end, he was finally suppressed in the deepest part of the sword mound by a rising person from Xuanqing Palace.

This sword is supposed to attract clouds and mist, so it should belong to the sword of water spirit, but it is infected by turbid air, and few people can control and purify it, so it is suppressed near the ground fire with thousand-year-old iron.

It's just that if the dragon's chant comes from the mirror-like sword, why is there no mention of it on the mural?

Chu Yunlan looked at the mural carefully, thinking about the cause and effect.

Suddenly, a shrill cry interrupted her thoughts.

The owner of that voice was Chi Jiao.

"Master! I beg you, let me go..."