Sword Demon Shinto

Chapter 462
The tomb is divided into three parts, the tomb entrance, the tomb area, and the tomb chamber. The five stone beads open the door of the tomb entrance, and the miasma world is the tomb area. Both the tomb entrance and the tomb area exist to protect the tomb chamber. .

The tomb, the core of the tomb, the place where the coffin is stored, the so-called secret burial place, can be regarded as the safest place. Of course, if greed is at work, the tomb is also the most dangerous place.

There is often a saying among tomb robbers that the living should be in awe of the place where the dead rest, otherwise, the living will raise their heads and the living will become the dead!
In the gray miasma, Lin Xuan stepped in, as if he had stepped into a certain gate of nothingness, into another space.

"No way!"

"No way, you're not dead?"

"Wu Lin, what are you talking about, Wudao is a proud figure in Dadu, how can he be killed in a mere emperor's cemetery."

As soon as they walked in, four people greeted them, Xiao Shi, Wu Lin, Wang Yuan, and Jin Feng, each with a look of surprise.

"A few ghosts appeared, and I killed them, but there is no other danger." Lin Xuan smiled lightly.

"What ghost, that's..." Wang Yuan said in a loud voice, halfway through, Lin Xuan interrupted.

"I have a secret treasure, which can protect my mind. A few little ghosts can't confuse me. There is a terrifying guy. I don't know why. He had a chance to kill me, but he suddenly gave up in the end."

Lin Xuan said with a smile, Wang Yuan looked puzzled, and was about to argue. Seeing Lin Xuan blinking at him, he glanced at the dozen or so people in front of him. Seeing them looking over, he immediately understood.

Everyone feeds around and shoots the head bird. At this time, it is better to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Wang Yuan understood, and his words changed suddenly.

"No matter what, it's good to be alive. Now that we have entered the tomb, it is considered safe."

Lin Xuan nodded, and looked at the other people in the tomb. Except for Lin Xuan, there were 16 people left, all of whom were more or less bloodstained, as if they had gone through a hard battle. Li Yue, Xiao Qianshi, Wan Yun, Zhu Si, Tao Xingyuan and others were all still alive, and those who died were their bodyguards.

Tao Xingyuan stood at the front, holding the engraved picture of the stars, Li Yue and others stood behind, looking forward, with serious eyes, Lin Xuan walked a few steps, and looked forward, his eyes fixed.

The road ahead was covered with bones, stretching from the entrance of the tomb to the end. There was a gray wooden coffin with a sword stuck in front of the coffin. The sword was dark gray, even though thousands of years had passed, There is no trace of decay on the sword, but there is a sense of vicissitudes and antiquity.

In addition to this sword, there are densely packed swords around it, some stuck in dry bones, some stuck on the ground, there are complete swords, and broken swords have a common feature, they are all corroded. Very serious, almost only a vague sword shape can be seen.

"Tick!"

A voice sounded, it was the sound of water droplets, Lin Xuan's expression froze, and he looked at the top of the wooden coffin.

Tian Yishui!
Above, in the rock wall, there was a drop of crystal slowly gathering. After about a minute, the drop fell, fell on the wooden coffin, penetrated into it, and seemed to be absorbed by the wooden coffin.

Tianyishui is formed by gathering the essence of the earth. It has the effect of condensing the soul and making good fortune. It is a spiritual object of heaven and earth. Almost a drop is worth millions of spiritual coins. Everyone looked at Tianyishui, and there was a hint of greed in their expressions. color.

"This is Tianyi Water, a spiritual thing that condenses the soul and makes good fortune. It has a price but no market. One drop is worth millions of spiritual coins." A person said, looking at the Tianyi Water slowly dripping on the stone wall, full of emotion. It's the color of shock.

"That sword, which has been immortal for thousands of years, exudes a sense of vicissitudes and antiquity. It is an absolute treasure. It may be the sword of the Sword Emperor. Its value may not be comparable to that of Tian Yishui."

"And that wooden coffin, which has been around for thousands of years, has absorbed so much Tianyi water, it's hard to imagine its value."

"The sword emperor's swordsmanship cheats may be placed in the wooden coffin, a inheritance of the peak sword emperor's skills, a great opportunity!"

Everyone was amazed, their eyes fell on the sword, the water, and the coffin, and they couldn't suppress the greed in their hearts.

"Xiao Shi, Wu Lin, Wang Yuan, Jin Feng, you four, don't move, this place is weird, and something ominous might happen."

Lin Xuan said, the four of Xiao Shi looked away from the treasures, looked at Lin Xuan, and nodded. They followed Lin Xuan all the way, and they didn't get hurt at all. They believed in Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan's eyes swept across the gray miasma-filled tomb behind him, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at the swords in a pile of bones, each sword was faintly pointing in one direction, Lin Xuan's eyes followed the direction pointed by the swords , and finally condensed on the sword in front of the wooden coffin. There is something wrong with this sword.

Ten thousand swords are rotten, but they point to one sword. What does this mean? Is it because these bones died on this sword before they were alive?

Suddenly, Lin Xuan seemed to think of something, turned his head to look at the sword in front of the wooden coffin, his pupils contracted violently.

"Wu Dao, what's the matter?" Xiao Shi noticed the change in Lin Xuan's expression and asked in surprise.

Xiao Shi's voice attracted the attention of Wu Lin and the three of them. They looked at Lin Xuan together. Looking at the four of them, Lin Xuan only said a word, and the four of them trembled, with expressions of shock on their faces.

"That sword, whoever touches it will die!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Xuan sat down cross-legged suddenly, closed his eyes and concentrated, his fingers moved slightly, and began to outline in mid-air. In the surrounding space, something seemed to be affected, and Lin Xuan became erratic.

"No way, what are you doing?" Wu Lin asked, noticing the changes in the surrounding space, his face was shocked.

"If someone moves that sword later, don't think about it, you all come here, I can save your life."

As he said that, Lin Xuan drew a circle on the ground with his sword. His fingers moved repeatedly in the air, his eyes filled with emptiness, and he was already immersed in the space world. He moved the space nodes and built a simple space door.

Hunyuan Great Void Art, which records a secretarial art, is the door of space, using the power of space to hook the nodes of space to build a door through which one can cross the space.

The technique of Hunyuan Great Void comes from the inheritance of Fengtian Temple. All the secret methods inherited by Fengtian Temple must be the pinnacle of one way, the way of swordsmanship, Fengtian Yijian; The tactic, as well as the way of space, is also the pinnacle of the world. Using this technique to build a simple space door is not difficult for Lin Xuan.

Of course, with Lin Xuan's realm, this space door can only span about ten miles. If it is placed in the outside world, ordinary kings can reach it in a few breaths, which is considered tasteless, but here, it is a life-saving technique.

(End of this chapter)