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Chapter 243 Ancient Swordsmith, Xuanyin Seven-kill Sword (4000, please subscribe)

The mighty blood filled the sky and the earth, stretching endlessly, as if the entire sky was dyed red with blood.The color of the sky is even more creepy purple, like dried blood stains.

Ghosts are crying and gods are howling, the wind is whistling, the waves are raging, and it is like a mountain like a mountain. It is a vast water area like a vast ocean, but it is not the usual blue of the ocean, but the dark, dark and dead black.

When you look around, you can occasionally see the ups and downs of the pale island.Just looking carefully, those so-called islands are all made of piles of white bones, undulating continuously, and it is unknown how many remains of living beings have been accumulated to have such a scale.

Click!Click!Click!

On the shore of the Black Sea, a figure in a gray robe marched against the strong wind. Under his feet, there were also piles of white bones, layers upon layers, an unknown number.

This is the world of the dead!

Roar!
The dark wind howled, the evil spirit filled the air, the roar of the demon corpse sounded, and the emerald green soul fire burned, silently surrounding the figure that was heading towards the Black Sea.Even if it is concealed by magic, its essence of the living still cannot be concealed, and the dead spirits who are close can still feel it.

The figure in the gray robe was indifferent, and walked firmly and powerfully towards the Black Sea, as if he hadn't noticed the group of undead that had surrounded him.

After a brief wait and see, the undead with only low spiritual intelligence could no longer hold back their desire for the blood and soul of the living. With a roar, dozens of nearly a hundred demon corpses rushed towards the gray-robed figure.

Zheng~
A sword chant sounded as clear and clear as a phoenix's cry, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sharpness was revealed. Afterwards, everything became quiet, even the sound of the howling wind was much less, and the pervading evil spirit was much less.

And when the gray-robed man took a few steps forward, there was the sound of dense heavy objects falling to the ground, and at this moment, all the fires of dead souls had been extinguished within a hundred feet of the gray-robed figure.

The man in the gray robe seemed to have done an insignificant thing, and his forward speed didn't even change a bit because of it. Soon he reached the edge of the turbulent Black Sea.

But this vast ocean standing in the Land of Bones is not a normal water area. The surging black is not sea water at all, but endless dead souls.

It seemed to smell the breath of the living, and the souls of the dead that had been wandering wantonly boiled instantly.They roared silently towards the gray-robed figure, huddled and struggling, stretching out countless pale and transparent palms or claws, trying to grab this living person who dared to set foot in the land of the undead, and tear him to pieces!

The number of dead souls was innumerable, and when the turmoil was raging, it was like a stormy sea. The originally calm seashore suddenly set off a huge wave, rolling towards the still calm figure.

Zheng~zheng~zheng~
And just when the wave of ghosts was about to engulf the gray-robed figure, there were endless sword cries, and behind this person, a world belonging to the sword opened, connecting to this place of endless death of bones.

In an instant, countless sword lights shot out, illuminating the area, and all the roaring ghosts fell silent, and the black waves that were about to be photographed fell apart in an instant, and the terrifying power was no longer there.

The man in the gray robe remained indifferent from the beginning to the end, but behind him, there were hundreds of swords suspended, either wide or narrow, long or short, plain or unadorned, or sharp-edged, in various shapes and forms, in various forms. There are so many styles, no two swords are alike.

First grade vision, endless sword field!

Walking to the beach, unfolding the vision, and suppressing the dead soul of the Black Sea, Jianxiu was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking or hesitating, but it was more like sensing something.

After a while, the sword cultivator finally felt it. He reached out and took out a palm-sized boat from his sleeve, and then lightly threw it into the sea of ​​dead souls in front of him.

The small boat grew in the wind, and soon turned into a seemingly uncommon black-covered boat, just like the small boats used by ordinary fishermen when fishing, but it was floating on the Black Sea, without any sign of sinking.

The gray-robed sword cultivator floated up and landed on the black-covered boat. The moment he landed on the bow, the souls of the dead who had sensed the breath of the living and rioted suddenly lost their senses, and returned to their original mania and tyranny, and began to kill and devour each other .

"We'll find it soon!"

At this moment, Jianxiu had a hint of anticipation in his originally calm eyes, and the black-covered boat under his feet was steadily heading towards the center of the Black Sea.

This is one of the most vicious places in the nine heavens and ten places. Even those psychic demon corpses and soul-eating evil spirits that are too far beyond him to defeat him have all been suppressed by the laws left by the sages.

However, the undead and undead souls that can still move freely are still a great threat, because there are too many of them. Even if he has cultivated a first-grade vision, if he does not prepare in advance, he will only die if he enters rashly.

But even with all the preparations, he was still under great pressure. As the black boat carried him and gradually drove into the depths of the Black Sea, the sea water composed of countless dead souls was surging, one after another, and between the turbulence, it seemed to touch sky.

Compared with it, the black-covered boat that looks like an ordinary fisherman's livelihood is really too small, and it seems that it will capsize in this sea of ​​dead souls at any time.

However, under the huge waves like mountains, the awning boat did not sink. It contained a very strange power, which not only prevented it from sinking into the sea of ​​dead souls, but also made the hundreds of millions of dead souls feel the same. There was no living person in the boat.

"It's coming soon!"

The expression of the gray-robed sword cultivator remained calm, and the black-clad boat passed one island of bones after another. These islands stood tall in the Black Sea. Although the dead souls in them were turbulent and wanton, none of them set foot on the land of bones.

But the gray-robed sword cultivator was indifferent to these islands, and had no intention of going to them at all, even though there were faint buildings on many of the islands, and there were even more amazing visions revealed.

"... la, ma... mi..."

If there is any sound of Buddha sounding, it is an ancient temple, but it is located on a bone mountain, with a sacred and peaceful atmosphere, and the magnificent golden light rushes out of the island, reflecting on the Black Sea, which was originally full of violent and vicious souls. It also showed a peaceful and peaceful color.

The gray-robed sword cultivator still turned a blind eye. He knew that the ancient temple must contain an astonishing Buddhist inheritance, but that was not his way.

And not long after the awning boat passed the island, another ancient temple appeared, floating above the sea of ​​souls, and there were bursts of chanting voices, as if someone was reciting the scriptures of the Great Dao. The ancient characters, densely packed, were imprinted in the void, breathing out immeasurable Yin Qi, and turning into a sky filled with divine splendor.

The gray-robed swordsman does it cross-legged, calm and unmoved. That is not his goal. Although it is in line with his way to a certain extent, it is not the best for him.

"arrive!"

Finally, I don't know how long it took, ignoring how many inheritances left by the sages in this fierce place, the gray-robed swordsman finally found the opportunity that his father never forgot.

There are seven mountains of white bones that are connected to each other, but there are faintly independent ones. There is a hall on each mountain top, but its style is very consistent with this bone mountain and sea of ​​souls, because the hall is also made of bones.

"Xuan Yin Seven Killing Sword!"

Waves appeared in the eyes of the gray-robed youth. He arrived here for the first time. The reason why he was so purposeful was that his grandfather and father had both entered before, but they all failed.

His grandfather, two Jiazi ago, entered the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, entered the Sea of ​​Souls, and comprehended the inheritance of Taoism left by the sages. Before the time was about to end, he discovered that this place is very suitable for the transmission of swordsmanship.

The old sword cultivator who has become a powerful person now has only one month left to travel through the seven white bone mountains, and found that each mountain has a bone sword.

The most wonderful thing is that these seven bone swords are related to each other, but it also increases the difficulty of obtaining them. Even his grandfather Tianzong Wizard, in the last time, only researched clearly how to obtain these seven killing swords .

So, the old swordsman left Nine Heavens and Ten Lands with great regret, and pinned his hopes on his son. Therefore, a sixty years ago, his father entered Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, and went to the island according to his father's instructions.

Then, his father inevitably failed, otherwise it wouldn't be his turn to come here, and the most important factor for his father's failure was—insufficient swordsmanship talent.

This is the reason for his father's self-summarized failure. He spent all his time comprehending the killing sword picture inscribed on the Xuanyin Seven Killing Sword. Although he realized a sword scripture from it, he did not get the Seven Killing Sword acknowledgment.

The young man arrived here with the hope and sustenance of two generations, in order to bring back the seven killing swords to satisfy his father's regret and obsession.

And he came here this time, and he was fully prepared, and even investigated the origin of the seven killing swords.

From the few words and phrases found in the vast sea of ​​classics, it can be inferred that the Xuanyin Seven Killing Sword originated from ancient times, and it was a sword made by a very famous swordsmith in ancient times, Hong Yezi.

And this swordsmith was also a legendary figure in ancient times. He was originally a toolsmith, and he could forge any type of magic weapon.

However, he fell in love with a female sword fairy, fell in love with someone else, and spent the rest of his life only making swords, but influenced by the special experience of that female sword fairy, this swordsmith who changed jobs halfway became a lover of gods and demons. The murderer who forged the sword from the bone of the demon saint.

Of course, these have nothing to do with him. He only needs to know that these seven killing swords have been passed down from ancient times. These seven swords were broken and damaged in the human race's land expansion war, so they were raised here by the sages as a legacy for future generations. human chance.

The young man left the black-covered boat and landed on the island of white bones. He took off the gray robe that was used to hide his breath, revealing the simpler and simpler cloth and straw sandals.

This is an ascetic!

However, although his clothes are simple, he has a tall figure, a face like a crown jade, sword eyebrows flying slantingly, eyes like bright stars, black hair like black ink, and temples like knives.

"Father, I will fill your regrets!"

The young man walked forward with confidence in his eyes. What his father couldn't do back then, he could definitely do, because his talent was stronger than his father's.

He is a Tianxin sword body. When he was born, in the sword mound of the mountain gate, thousands of swords contended, sword energy blazed across the sky, and even spiritual swords rushed into his arms, vying to recognize the master!
Wisps of pure and deep sword energy emerged as he walked forward. He did not comprehend the sword scriptures inscribed on the seven killing swords. He was trying to use his special physique to communicate with the seven bones. Pregnant killing sword.

"No sword can deny me!"

The experience from birth gave the young man such self-confidence that the Spiritual Sword, which cannot be obtained with ordinary swords, would throw himself into his arms without him doing anything when he felt his presence.

"Ah, very good!"

On the White Bone Mountain, the Yin Qi was flowing, and there was no sound. There was no movement in the seven White Bone Halls standing on the White Bone Mountain. Obviously, his existence did not attract the seven killing swords.

This made the young man more satisfied, and his expression became more serious. It is worthy of his grandfather and his father's sword of regret and obsession. Only such a sword can have the pleasure of conquering.

He climbed to the first peak of white bones and saw the killing sword contained in the temple of white bones. It was a slightly crystal clear bone sword, and the blade was only three feet long. The terrifying scene, just a few strokes, has a tragic and fierce momentum, and a terrible coercion pervades.

"The Bone of Gluttony!"

The eyes of the young man who came into contact with the Killing Sword were even brighter. He recognized the material used in this sword. His master had a domino from an ancient beast in his hand.

"Not bad!"

The young man went all over the seven bone halls where killing swords were offered, and he could basically confirm that the seven killing swords were well-pregnant, but the spirituality in them was still sleeping, and was not attracted by the sword intent he just showed.

"Xuanyin Seven Killing Sword, I deserve it!"

The young man began to comprehend the sword scriptures. Although his father taught him what he had learned, there was an insurmountable gap in their aptitude, and what they saw might not be the same.

Less than a day after the youth who possessed the Tianxin sword body comprehended, a ray of sword intent full of killing and destruction emerged, and his aura became much sharper, like a fierce sword ready to go.

Zheng~
The young man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the bone sword that was clanging on the stone platform in front of him. The surprise in his eyes was fleeting, and his calmness was restored immediately.

It's faster than he expected, but it's normal, after all, he has already cultivated the sword intent that matches it, and it's already very good that the Xuanyin Seven Kill Sword can persist until now before responding to him.

The young man no longer comprehended, but stood up, waited for the spiritual recovery of Killing Sword, and then recognized the Lord.

Under his gaze, apart from the killing sword in front of him gradually displaying a terrifying and depressing sword intent, there are six other sword auras that are different but of the same essence soaring into the sky outside the Hall of Bones. .

Yin~
The seven paths were almost in no particular order, and the tyrannical sword roared like an evil dragon sounded at the same time, the violent sword energy tore apart everything, and all seven bone halls were shattered and scattered in all directions.

"what happened?"

In the sudden change, the young man who was thrown away shook off the remaining bones on his body, and looked at the seven sword lights going away with some astonishment, and didn't recover for a while.

(End of this chapter)