We are cannon fodder, and we are leading the way in cultivating immortals.

The corners of Ling Lan's lips twitched, "That makes sense."

Wen Xiangyi smiled, looked away and waved the sycamore leaves at Xie Wanyue, "Let's go."

Xie Wanyue didn't know what she was thinking. She nodded thoughtfully and turned into a white light and flew into the leaves of the sycamore tree.

The three of them looked at each other and walked inside.

The corridor was very dark, and there was no light at all. Ling Lan took out the fluorite lighting and found a stone door at the end of the corridor.

"Why is it still there? It's not over yet." He couldn't help complaining.

Wen Xiangyi walked over with her sword in hand, but to her surprise, the stone door opened automatically as soon as she approached.

The space behind the stone gate is very cramped, with nothing but a teleportation array.

The three of them walked onto the teleportation array. After activation, bursts of white light flashed in front of their eyes. When their sight returned again, they had already appeared in a strange place.

They were standing on a cliff, and below was the Sword Tomb mentioned in the book.

A murderous aura rushed towards the face, making people shudder. The three of them looked closely and saw the black mist below, which was gloomy and gloomy. They couldn't see clearly. They could only vaguely see some broken swords stuck on the cliff.

The leaves of the sycamore tree where Xie Wanyue was living shone faintly and trembled. Although she did not speak, Wen Xiangyi could feel that she was afraid.

After soothing Xie Wanyue's emotions, she temporarily put her into her storage bag, tilted her head and looked at the two serious-looking people beside her, "Go down and take a look."

The three of them cautiously descended with their swords. Although they used the Wind Avoidance Technique, they still felt a biting chill. The cliff was not high, and the three of them quickly reached the bottom and finally saw the scene in front of them clearly.

The sword tomb is so big that you can't see the edge at a glance. It is filled with a strong smell of blood and putrefaction, and traces of dried and decayed blood can be seen in every inch of the land.

The ground is full of ancient swords, some are intact, but most of them are broken and rusty. They are densely packed and very shocking!

Each sword was wrapped with a layer of black mist, which were the resentful souls trapped here that could not be reincarnated. Although they did not float freely in the sky and did not howl, they still made the three of them feel a sense of gloom. The chilling feeling, as if if you take one step forward, you will be swallowed by thousands of ghosts!

The Eternal Life Sword trembled slightly as if it was affected. Wen Xiangyi held it down and frowned, his expression becoming serious.

Ling Lan observed the situation around him and then said, "This place is much more dangerous than the Chongyun Sect's Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords."

Although the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb of the Chongyun Sect is also an ancient sword tomb, great masters once practiced there, and a powerful formation was set up below so that the disciples could choose their own natal swords.

In other words, this place has not been developed yet, all dangers are unknown, and the specific location of the fairy sword is not known, so we can only look for it one by one.

When he was in Kuanglan Continent, Jiang Shaobai experienced ups and downs, saw all the big scenes, and visited many sword tombs. His expression was relatively calm, and he spoke to comfort him, "Like this and this The most difficult thing to deal with in this place is the resentful soul on the sword. It is estimated that they will only attack in full force after they find the fairy sword."

Wen Xiangyi nodded, "I don't know if the remnant soul of Qian Yuanzi is here."

The three of them walked inside cautiously as they spoke.

As they approached, the resentful spirits wrapped around the sword began to stir. (End of chapter)