Mortal Cultivation: Start with a Chaos Talisman

The three of them walked into the Sword Valley.

Although it was surrounded and covered by the heavy Yin Sha power, Xu Changan could still see the whole picture of the Sword Valley.

Because this place is not big.

Secondly, above this not-so-big space, there is a silver giant sword hanging. The sword intent on the giant sword is like a sea wave blowing in all directions, and it keeps absorbing the sword intent from all directions into the body.

Wave after wave, surging and swirling.

And in the midst of this surging sword intent, it suppressed the Yin Sha power and revealed the appearance of the entire Sword Valley.

Seeing the surging tide of the giant sword and sword intent not far away, Xu Changan suddenly thought of the huge golden talisman in his golden talisman space. The surging tide of the runes on the golden talisman is similar to this place.

The entire valley is about a thousand feet long and hundreds of feet wide.

A thousand feet may not seem small!

But it is also as much as six or seven miles.

"Look!" Fairy Miaoyin pointed to a huge sword mark hundreds of feet long in the evil spirit in front of her, and said: "It is said that this was cut by the sword of the Zhenwu Emperor. It is really powerful!"

"Ah?"

Wulian Nihong beside her shook her head, and then said in disbelief: "The Zhenwu Emperor is a great emperor in ancient times. Although he was defeated by the Zhou Emperor, he should not have only such means, right?"

"How could the power of the ancient emperor's attack be only hundreds of feet long?"

Xu Changan also nodded.

If he is really an ancient emperor, it is impossible that he has only this ability.

Miaoyin said: "Then I don't know, anyway, others say so, and think about it, the Zhenwu Emperor left a sword mark here, not to kill the enemy, but to leave his sword intent and perception!"

"So this sword mark does not need to be very big, as long as it is full of Zhenwu sword intent!"

After saying this, Wulian and Xu Changan believed it a little.

"Let's go!" Xu Changan said, "Let's go forward and see what's going on here!"

They came here not to comprehend the sword's meaning, but to find Yan Qujing, who fell here five hundred years ago, and the half-broken sword in Yan Qujing's hand.

Slowly walk forward.

The closer you get to the silver giant sword, the more surging the sword's meaning will be around you.

Swish...

Bang...

The sword's meaning swept through the evil spirit, and the clothes on the protruding part of Wu Lian's chest were suddenly cut open, revealing her fair skin.

"Damn it!"

Her pretty face turned red, and she quickly blocked it with her hands.

Swish...

Puff...

After blocking the front, several more cracks appeared behind.

"How could this happen?" She looked at Xu Changan and Miaoyin with shame and anger: "How come you two are okay?"

Xu Changan said: "My Taoist robe is a treasure!"

Miaoyin smiled and said: "Mine is also..."

"Damn it!" Wu Lian Nihong covered her clothes and cursed: "What a shitty Zhenwu Emperor, he is just a big gangster..."

Xu Changan looked at his storage ring, took out a green shirt from it and handed it to Wu Lian, saying: "This is the clothes of the Taoist Wenshui who was killed before. It is a good spiritual weapon. You should put it on. It should be able to defend against this sword energy!"

"Uh!" Wu Lian said thank you, and then put the clothes on herself.

In this way, it was finally better.

The hundred-foot sword mark was engraved on the ground. In the sky above the middle of the sword mark, there was also a silver giant sword of hundreds of feet in size. Then, with the sword mark as the center, countless monks gathered around it.

That's right!

Countless!

Countless people sat on the edge of the sword mark, motionless, comprehending the sword intent.

And above each of their heads, there was a small silver sword floating.

It represented that they had entered the state of sword enlightenment.

The bigger the small sword floating above their heads, the deeper their understanding of the sword path.

"Don't disturb them!"

Xu Changan said, "Let's go from the side..."

The Sword Valley was not very big, and with the sword intent shining on the silver giant sword, everything here seemed very clear.

Xu Changan took Miaoyin and Wulian Nihong for a walk, but did not see Yan Qujing's body, let alone any fairy sword.

"Look..." Miaoyin suddenly pointed at the countless enlightened people beside the sword mark and said, "If there is a fairy sword, it should have been taken away by them long ago. How could it be placed here?"

Wulian looked disappointed: "What should we do?"

"Or, let's go back?"

"No!" Miaoyin said, "Since we are here, let's try to enlighten it. If we can get some sword meaning, it's not too late to go back!"

Xu Changan also nodded: "Yes, since we are here, let's enlighten it!"

The three of them stopped at the edge of a certain sword meaning, and people kept walking by.

What a coincidence!

At this time, Xu Changan saw acquaintances.

Lin Guifan, Caihe Fairy, Fengjiu brothers and sisters, and Du Daxing.

"Xu Daoyou?" Lin Guifan asked, "Are you enlightening the sword?"

"No!" Xu Changan said, "I just arrived. How about you? Why are you just here too?"

Xu Changan had been practicing in seclusion at the Immortal Spring for several days, so he was late, but why did Lin Guifan and the others come just now?

Lin Guifan said: "We went to the Land of the Fallen before, haha... we encountered some troubles, so we just arrived!"

"Oh!" Xu Changan nodded: "I see!"

However, he only believed half of Lin Guifan's words.

It may be true that he went to the Land of the Fall, but whether he encountered trouble or an opportunity is hard to guess.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, I have a piece of advice!" Lin Guifan walked up to Xu Changan.

Xu Changan said respectfully: "I'm all ears!"

But secretly, Xu Changan's spiritual thoughts have communicated with the swallowing talisman.

As long as Lin Guifan dares to take action, he will definitely give the other party an unforgettable memory.

After experiencing the last [Seven Evil Ghost Flags] incident, his trust and enthusiasm for these geniuses were gone.

In the world of cultivation, interests are always at the forefront and strength is respected.

But Lin Guifan said: "The sword power here can only be tasted briefly..."

Xu Changan asked: "What do you mean?"

Lin Guifan said: "It's okay to understand, but don't be obsessed... Look...here..."

He moved his mouth to the side: "More than 90% of these people came here to understand the sword's meaning five hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, or ten thousand years ago... and they ended up being obsessed with this sword forever. In my mind, even if I’m dead, I don’t even know it!”

Xu Changan suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.

Miaoyin covered her mouth.

Wu Lian's mouth was covered by Xu Changan, otherwise she would have screamed.

The enlightened beings we thought just now turned out to be corpses accumulated over thousands of years?

Are there sword intentions above the heads of these people?

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Xu Changan was extremely shocked.

Perhaps Lin Guifan felt guilty because he had tricked Xu Chang'an before, so he added: "Once you enter this place, the higher your understanding, the more you cannot turn back. The higher your cultivation level, the greater the possibility of death!"

"This is also the reason why those ancestors of Transformation God and Lianxu know that there are fairy swords here, but they still dare not set foot!"

"Ah?" Wu Lian said: "You also know that there is a fairy sword here?"