Chapter 268: Sword Tomb [Part 2]

Fang Chen was very polite, and he looked determined to be "I will never complain even if I die."

Of course, Fang Chen is not afraid of any sword, and no sword can be approached. Of course, he will not tell Wan He that although he has a cooperative relationship with the latter, since he has the opportunity to take it alone, he will never give up.

Those are hundreds of thousands of swords. Even if I cannot absorb so much sword will, my disciples, as well as Mo Jian, Jiuyang Martial Arts Hall, and even Taixuan Mountain, can be used, and I can take it out for sale in doubt.

He is not a saint, and he takes advantage of it. Fang Chen never gives it to others. What's more, these swords are the best swords that he extracts the will of the sword. When his achievements in the swordsmanship are higher in the future, he can also extract the will of the swords among these swords.

Although Wan He was a little suspicious of Fang Chen, he couldn't think of how the other party would deal with Wan Jian's heart.

Even if he wanted to break his head, he would not think that Fang Chen was a Sword Sect and had the will of swordsmanship. As long as it was a sword, it would not cause any harm to him.

Seeing Fang Chen walking towards the sword tomb until his figure completely disappeared, Wan He did not make a decision.

"Fight! Wealth and honor are so dangerous. If a junior can have such courage, why can't I let go? The way of cultivation is to cut through thorns and move forward bravely. The higher my cultivation level, the more timid I am, the more I am afraid of things!"

After a while, Wan He's frown suddenly stretched out, and his thoughts were clear. He could even feel that the bottleneck that had only been loose for many years, and suddenly had some impulse.

...

Fang Chen stepped into the sword tomb with his foot, and suddenly felt a light shining on his body, and a piercing pain spread throughout his body, as if thousands of swords were piercing through his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood what the ten thousand swords meant, and did not make the bowl-mouth sword pass through the heart, but a pain of the ten thousand swords piercing the heart.

However, Fang Chen still hopes that the former will, with the will of swordsmanship, will pass through the bowl and the sword will not pose any threat to him.

Now, the pain that Wan Jian pierced his heart was something that humans could bear. Even if he was pale, his face turned pale and he felt a faint fear in his heart. However, as soon as this emotion appeared, it was dispelled by the strong belief in his heart.

The pain continued, sweeping through Fang Chen's whole body one after another, making Fang Chen, the peerless Sword Sect, unable to help but tremble slightly, but he did not give up.

As soon as he came in, his Eye of Great Judgment discovered the light source. He knew that as long as he destroyed the light source, the pain would disappear.

But he did not do this, not because he was inclined to be abused again, but because there were words engraved below the light source, which roughly means that the sword tomb was divided into nine areas.

Each area is protected by barriers, and this test determines that all destined people can enter that barrier.

The worst one-star evaluation only has the qualifications to enter the first floor, while the two-star evaluation can enter the first two floors, and so on.

The sword is naturally the better the quality, the more valuable it is.

The first level is without thinking, there are swords under some treasures. Although each sword has its origin,...

The materials of these swords are not very good. Except for the swords with special materials, other swords have already turned into rust in millions of years.

The pain... The boundless pain made Fang Chen twitch all over his body, but his firmness was incompetent. Although he could clearly feel the boundless pain, Fang Chen still gritted his teeth and persevered, without any thought of destroying the light source in his heart.

Gradually, Fang Chen's pain became stronger and stronger, and his eyes became red.

But it was not without benefits. In the endless pain, Fang Chen's body quickly refines the remaining power of the "Jun" spiritual consciousness on his body. The immortal power that had not been completely refined, and countless spiritual elixir powers were all refined at this moment.

Although he has not reached the peak of Guiyi, he is much stronger than before, at least greatly shortened, and his time to recover from Guiyi's peak of cultivation.

"break!"

Finally, Fang Chen could not bear the endless pain, his eyes were red and he was bleeding from express delivery. Even the soul sealed in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness felt a heart-wrenching pain. He finally started to use it, and punched the light source, and suddenly his vitality was overflowing.

Suddenly, the overflowing Yuan power condensed into a shadow of nothingness, but it did not look like "jun", but there was a faint brush pattern between the eyebrows, which should be the Fu Zong that helped "jun" establish a test.

“Assessment and evaluation, eight stars!”

The sound without any emotion came from this phantom, which made Fang Chen slightly stunned. The spiritual consciousness of this talisman sect has no spirituality and has not yet reached the Immortal Stage. This is very rare for the Immortal Stage of the Immortal Stage.

As the sound fell, the phantom talisman suddenly turned into a stream of runes, and a jade plaque flew out from the depths of the light source. All the runes were engraved on the jade plaque, with a total of eight stars, which should be the symbol of the eight stars.

"Are eight stars? It means you can only enter the eighth floor. It would be great if the Yellow River is here..." Looking at the jade token in your hand, Fang Chen shook his head in disappointment.

However, before he could react, a white light wrapped around him and heard the assessment point. When it appeared again, it was a grassland.

There are a few figures on the vast grassland, each figure has a sword on its body, but most figures have rust on their bodies, without any spirituality. Obviously, the sword souls in it have dissipated.

When Fang Chen saw these figures, he knew that they were all sword slaves and had no life.

"There is indeed not much of the sword in this first layer left behind." Fang Chen sighed slightly, his expression a little silent.

"call out!"

As it hindered this moment, a sword light suddenly attacked him, with an extremely sharp artistic conception, moving forward without reaching the goal, and never looking back!

This is a sword will!

Fang Chen was not displeased with the sword light that rushed over, but on the contrary, his face emitted a look of joy.

It is not that he has never seen the will of the sword. Whether it is Tianheng or Sifang, both divine swords contain very powerful will of the sword. However, once the will of the sword in the sword is honored, although the sword soul is immortal, it has lost its previous sharpness, which is something he does not want to.

Tianheng is his sword, his companion who follows life and death, and his second life, he will never be able to honor his sword heart.

Although Sifang didn’t have much feelings for him, he was a sword of "Jun". In order to make himself reach the higher level of swordsmanship, "Jun" passed on all his insights to himself. This is a great kindness.

Although he did not say that he was a saint or a good person, he would be ungrateful in a blink of an eye and Fang Chen could not do this!

There are some swords in the space ring. Even if there are top-quality treasures, these swords have sharp edges and good quality, but they have no big experience. The thoughts in the sword soul are not strong. The will of all the swords in it are combined, and they cannot keep up with the will of Tianheng or any divine sword in the four directions.

Now, there is such a sword with such a strong will. How could Fang Chen be unhappy? After all, a sword will has not yet been integrated into his sword heart.

The first time he noticed the sharp sword light behind him, Fang Chen's sword will was shrouded in a 30-meter range around him, but his mental power was shrouded in a 100-mile range around him, and he was locked in a sword slave a thousand meters behind him.

This is a sword slave with a black body. After millions of years, it can be seen that the refining technology of "Jun" is indeed very clever, and the material is also good.

For a moment, Fang Chen's thoughts flashed. Although these sword slaves were not very useful to him, they were very useful for the Xuantian Sword Sect... both materials and practicality were very useful.

At this moment, Fang Chen's thoughts had changed a little. In this sword tomb, not only should we integrate enough sword will, but we should also collect all the sword slaves.

After making up his mind, Fang Chen did not hesitate to grab it, crushed the sword light that was shot into pieces, and then the energy in his body turned into a huge palm, directly grabbing the sword slave whose cultivation was equivalent to the early stage of Shencong in his hand, and imprisoned the energy and threw it into the Nine Palaces Divine Tower.

As for the sword, it appeared in his hands.

This is an intermediate sword with crystal light shining all over the body, but it is cast by the mysterious crystal, and it is also because of no corruption.

Fang Chen's thoughts moved slightly, and the crystal light sword suddenly made a miserable buzzing sound, and a faint phantom of the sword pulled out from the sword body.

Although it does not have the agility of the sword soul, it is a will in it, a will that cannot be returned.

"good!"

Feeling the will of this sword, Fang Chen was delighted and couldn't help but scream. Then the purple sword heart flashed at the center of his eyebrows. The will of the sword turned into a stream of light and flew directly towards the heart of the sword. The light purple light flashed, but the will of this sword had merged into the heart of the sword.

With the will of the sword, Fang Chen couldn't help but carefully experiencing the artistic conception in it compared to his eyes. He could even feel the indomitable move in this will.

"call out!"

With a thought, the will of the sword that he had just captured entered Tianheng, and the already unrivalled Tianheng became even more sharp!

And he could also feel that he could directly use the will of this sword to hurt the enemy. Although the strength improvement is not very obvious now, he could feel that as long as he merges the will of the sword to this level, he could kill the venerable in the middle stage of the inner gang!
Chapter completed!