There was a loud "boom" sound!

The golden sword lights in the sky penetrated the thick fog around them, like a waterfall falling down, and they all hit the heavy water wheel.

A sudden rain sounded "ding dong" sound, which kept coming from above the heads of the two.

Han Li's pupils shrank, he pinched the magic trick with one hand, and shouted "Qi".

Only a "buzzing" sound was heard.

The water path pattern on the heavy water wheel illuminated, and a black light suddenly burst out from the wheel body. Dozens of black heavy water rushed out of the light, entangled in the air, and kneaded into a huge heavy water vortex.

The golden sword light fell into the vortex, and there was no room for resistance, and it was thorned into pieces.

"Go!" Han Li shouted loudly, and his palm suddenly waved.

The heavy water true wheel suddenly shrank to the size of an ordinary shield. With a whistling sound, an extremely long black arc of light was drawn in the air and shot towards a wooden puppet.

The puppet had not moved, and he pressed the sword body with one hand, and condensed into a wide-blade light sword outside the sword body, blocking it towards the heavy water true wheel.

Seeing that the two were about to collide, Han Li suddenly hooked his fingers in the void, and the heavy water wheel dripped in the air, bypassing the lightsaber and smashing the puppet's head.

There was only a "bang" sound.

A heavy black light gushed out of the puppet's head, and it exploded straight away. Its remaining body seemed to have all its power removed in an instant, tilted towards the side, and fell down.

The golden sword in his hand seemed to be summoned by something. The light lit up and turned into a flying rainbow and flew towards the top of the mountain.

The other puppets around turned a blind eye to this scene, holding long swords, and slashing towards Han Li and the others.

"There is no time to waste here..."

Han Li frowned, and with a move of his palm, the heavy water true wheel immediately flew back, hanging on his palm, spinning constantly.

The Truth Wheel in his body secretly reversed, and the change in the flow of time made his body blur suddenly.

Along the Stone Stairway to the Sky, a continuous afterimage flashed suddenly and suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous burst sounded.

Among the remaining six puppets, four of them had already separated and fell to the ground. The four long swords in their hands were like the one before, flying towards the top of the mountain under an invisible force.

Han Li shook his body and stood firm again, his face turned slightly pale, he was breathing heavily, and the speed of the heavy water wheel in his hands gradually slowed down.

At the same time, it consumes too much immortal energy by activating the heavy water true wheel and the True Word Treasure Wheel. Even now, he cannot drive it for too long.

Lu Yuqing was originally confronting two puppets, but in the blink of an eye he found that his opponent had been defeated. She was stunned. When she saw Han Li, her face relaxed.

"Boom"

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly came from the top of the mountain, and the entire mountain shook suddenly.

Han Li's expression changed slightly, and he looked upwards.

"Brother Han, it's not too late. You can go there and try to retrieve the flying sword. Leave it here to me, I have a way to deal with it..." Lu Yuqing suddenly said.

"Then thank you, be careful." Han Li said after hearing this, hesitated for a moment.

After saying that, he took a step a little while on his toes, and his figure burst up again, and soon disappeared into the thick fog.

Seeing Han Li leave, the remaining two puppets were about to catch up when Lu Yuqing flashed and blocked in front.

At this time, her expression became a bit strange, and a look that had never been before appeared on her beautiful face. She looked a little cold and confused. And white mist seemed to rise in her eyes, looking a little wet and blurry.

She turned her wrist and put away the green feather fan. A silver-white long sword appeared in her palm. Its style was ordinary, and it was obviously not a spiritual treasure of the immortal family. Its grade was much worse than that of the green feather fan.

"Why do you suddenly think using a sword is pretty good..." Lu Yuqing murmured as she looked at the long sword in her hand.

Her tone was not ridiculous, but seemed to be really confused, as if she didn't understand why she wanted to use a sword?

...

After rushing out of the clouds and mist, the scene on the mountain suddenly became clear. Han Li realized that he was still halfway up the mountain, and the stone staircase leading to the sky in front of him still extended upwards, with no end at all.

Going further up the road, it was calm and there was no obstacle.

After reaching the peak, Han Li walked along a mountain path made of bluestone slabs at his feet and walked towards the center of the peak. From a distance, he saw a Taoist temple-like building hidden behind clusters of green bamboos like jade.

The Taoist temple is not large in size and looks like it only enters three courtyards. However, the white walls and black tiles are complemented by various brick carving patterns, which has a bit of ancient and simple flavor.

Han Li naturally had no time to appreciate these things at this moment. After exploring and finding that there was no restriction in the Taoist temple, he pushed open the black gate of the Taoist temple and rushed in.

The furnishings in the Taoist temple are very simple. The dozen halls in the first two entered the courtyard were mostly empty except for a few statues of gods that were indescribable.

There are also two of them that seem to be alchemy rooms. In the middle of the house are alchemy stoves that have already fired out, and there are shelves on both sides, with bottles and jars of various sizes placed on them.

Han Li just glanced at it and had no time to tell whether it could still be used. He just rolled it up with a big sleeve and put it away.

The last courtyard of the Taoist temple is far from the front, and there is a wide shrine paved with white stone slabs in the middle.

Han Li walked inward along the Shinto, walked slowly to the innermost hall.

Outside the main hall gate, seven or eight wooden puppets were lying everywhere, exactly the same as what he had encountered on the mountainside before.

Han Li glanced around and noticed that complex and dense runes were engraved everywhere on the doors and windows of the hall and the wooden rafters under the eaves, which was obviously a rather extraordinary defensive restriction.

However, they have been destroyed at this moment. Many runes at the key points of the array eye have sword marks on them, and there are traces of sword energy left on them. It is obviously only destroyed not long ago.

In the middle of the lintel of the main hall, a huge black plaque was hung with three big characters "Zhushitang" written in gold lacquer seal.

The ancestor hall of the immortal family is the same as the title of the ancestor hall in the lower realm, but it is actually very different.

In the lower realm, the ancestral halls are often used to offer tablets for ancestors in the sect. However, because the lifespan of monks in the immortal world is too long, in the ancestral halls, most of them offer the things that govern the sects left by ancestors in the sect by ancestors who have been in the sect.

This sect-controlling object is not necessarily a powerful magic weapon for immortals, but most of them are personal objects that these elders of the masters often carry with them during their practice.

This type of object has been infected by the sect's incense for the longest time and is most closely connected with the sect. Therefore, it has become the type of objects such as the heads of immortals and elders, and they like to stay in the ancestor's hall the most.

Zushitang is a place where incense is passed down, and it is often the most prosperous and prosperous for the sect. It is said that there are often offerings to sects. Because of the long-term invasion of incense, the incense is intoxicated by the long-term invasion of the incense, it is said that it is self-spirited.

Some descendants of sects with profound blessings occasionally encounter the situation where they choose their own masters when they worship their ancestors in the Patriarch Hall, and they often get lucky and make a splash.

The furnishings in the ancestor hall of Wusheng Sword Sect are very simple. There are two rows of long-lasting lamps on both sides. The oil inside is gone and the lights have been turned off. The center position is from high to low, and there are four-story altar tables in the shape of terraces.

"According to each level as a generation, the Wusheng Sword Sect has only been passed down for only four generations..." Han Li murmured, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised by this.

However, when he thought of the way they recruited disciples, he felt relieved.

After Han Li's eyes swept over, he found that apart from the second and third floors of the altar tables, there were only some pallets made of red sandalwood, all of which were empty.

Han Li's eyes stayed on the highest altar for a while. There was no Wusheng Taoist on it, and there was only a slightly longer red sandalwood tray.

"It seems that when Wusheng Sword Sect was destroyed, Taoist Wusheng has not yet passed away..."

As a result, as he was pondering, a series of clear and pleasant jingles suddenly came from behind the Zushi Hall.

The sound was not loud, but it had a strange penetration that was transmitted here. He could hear it clearly without listening carefully.

He felt aroused in his heart and immediately left the Zushi Hall, followed a bluestone path in the backyard, and rushed towards the back mountain.

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, Han Li came to a vast slope that was tilted downward and stopped.

At his feet, a half-person-high black stone was standing, which was very inconspicuous, with two large characters written in ancient seal script:

"Shaan of the Sword"

Han Li stood at the edge of the hillside and looked downward. He saw a faint reflection of light in a green meadow. After looking closely, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and let out a scream from his mouth.

I saw countless flying swords standing upside down in the dense and verdant grass below, with different styles and colors, but most of them pointed to the sky, swaying gently in the mountain breeze like grass, and bursts of crisp sounds sounded as they collided with each other.

Among these flying swords, there are small flying swords that are as thin as sewing needles, wide and wide-blade giant swords as wide as door panels, curved swords that are winding like snakes, and strange swords that are straight and single-blade...all kinds are different.

They don’t know how many thousands of years they have been stored in this sword sea, but none of them have been damaged and rusted. Without exception, they all shine with dazzling light.

Han Li's eyes were stalking, and he glanced in the sea of ​​swords for a while, and finally his eyes paused and landed next to a wide-blade giant sword.

There, he suddenly saw his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, with seventy-two neatly arranged, swaying gently with the frequency of other flying swords.

However, when he called out with his mind, the frequency of the Green Zhu Fengyun Sword swing suddenly became a little messy, as if it was responding to him, but it seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force and never flew towards him.

Seeing this, Han Li's heart moved.

But when he saw him raise one hand, he sniffled, and a piece of his clothes flew up. Wrapped in a soft green light, he silently passed the black stone and entered the area of ​​the sword sea. There was a layer of fine light and shadow around him that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

There was almost no sound, and the piece of clothes fell apart in the light and shadow, turning into powder.
Chapter completed!