However, at this moment, a loud shock suddenly came from the sky.

Han Li looked up and his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw a white cloud hanging inlaid with gold edges above the sea of ​​swords.

Above the clouds, there was a huge white stone altar floating unmoved. It was octagonal in shape, and there were eight golden pillars dozens of feet high standing around it, with golden dragons entrenched on it, carved lifelikely and looking quite spectacular.

Han Li frowned slightly, and was about to fly forward to check, when he heard another roar from the altar, and a red light burst out from the clouds below the altar.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of red flame suddenly surged out from the center of the white cloud, and a bright and dazzling red quickly replaced the white, instantly igniting the entire cloud.

At the same time, a sea of ​​red fireworks was immediately turned into under the White Stone altar, and the flames rolled, reflecting half of the sky red.

Without clouds blocking, Han Li suddenly saw a short middle-aged man standing on the altar hanging in the air.

This person is nothing else, he is Xiongshan.

At this moment, he was looking solemn, his hands raised high, and he kept waving towards the sky, and there were still bursts of chanting sounds in his mouth.

Above his head, a black iron plate the size of a palm fan was suspended, with a slight drum in the middle and slightly bent on both sides, looking exactly the same as the "Danshu Iron Certificate" given by the secular dynasty, with four big words "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Zong" engraved on it.

With the sound of obscure chanting, the flames below the altar became more and more vigorous, and a wave of heat visible to the naked eye rolled over, burning the surrounding void so that it burst into ripples.

In the sea of ​​swords, countless flying swords were like grasslands in the strong wind, swaying violently, colliding with each other, making tinkling sounds.

Han Li frowned, and a trace of understanding suddenly flashed in his heart.

The so-called "Thousand-Strike Spirit Gathering Sword Formation" created by Xiong Shan in Zhulong Road was mostly learned from this Wusheng Sword Sect.

The sword sea sword formation here should be the original real spirit gathering sword formation.

Based on this square, the altar of the air is used as the furnace, and the iron voucher of ten thousand swords is used as the guide, gathering countless flying sword spirits in this sea of ​​swords, truly achieving the unity of ten thousand swords.

What a courage this is!

"Ten Thousand! Swords! Gathering! Spirits!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the high altar!

The sound was like rolling thunder, rumbling, causing the world to roar.

In an instant, the entire mountain shook violently, and the invisible sword energy imprisoned in the sea of ​​swords rose into the sky.

Han Li saw that there seemed to be a breeze gently blowing through the sea of ​​swords. The dense grasses that grew up in it broke in an instant and were thorned into powder by the invisible sword energy in the sky.

The countless flying swords that were originally swinging with the wind, but now they all condensed as if they were guided by some guidance, as if the soldiers in the battle stood straight in the sea of ​​swords, with the tip of the sword pointing straight to the sky, motionless.

On the altar, Xiong Shan took a deep breath, suddenly waved his palm, and a golden flying sword immediately flew out of his palm and turned into a golden light. After a dripping spiral in the air, it suddenly floated under the iron coupon of ten thousand swords.

Xiong Shan pointed like a knife, and portrayed it in the void. The golden light flowed at the fingertips, and the light marks that participated condensed into a golden rune about a meter-sized one, and fell on the iron scroll of Ten Thousand Swords in a flash.

The Ten Thousand Swords Iron Certificate trembled and made a refreshing buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of fine lines began to appear on the entire iron voucher, connecting each other and emitting dazzling golden light.

Only a "boom" sound was heard!

An extremely thick golden light column gushed out from the iron coupon of Ten Thousand Swords and reached the sky, then exploded in the sky like fireworks, turning into a dazzling golden light curtain.

The shadows on the golden light curtain are slim and condense into countless illusory lights and shadows.

Among them are both tall golden armored gods, holding a huge sword in hand, smashing the city and shaking the mountains with a wide blade, and masked assassin with a charming figure, holding a slender sword like a needle in hand, and a beheaded head...

There are both graceful flying women, flying clothes and dancing with swords, and thin long bearded old men, and they also direct sword energy to scatter... All things, thousands of swords and shadows, all in one go.

Han Li frowned, staring at the countless phantoms in the golden light curtain, and golden light also appeared in his pupils.

At this moment, his whole body and mind seemed to be immersed in it.

He felt that he had also merged into the golden light curtain and became one of them. He was urging seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords, dancing freely, and the sword shadows and green lotus bloomed in the void.

Just as he was trapped in it, the sea of ​​fire under the hanging altar suddenly changed, and the flames rolled and twisted, turning into a huge vortex of flames, and bursts of strong attraction came from it.

In the sea of ​​swords below, all the flying swords were inspired, and suddenly there was a chaotic tremor, rising up one after another, turning into a surging and majestic torrent of flying swords, flying towards the vortex of flames.

The void above the entire sword sea became chaotic, and the various sword lights reflected everywhere cut the entire void into pieces. The invisible sword energy was no longer imprisoned in the sword sea and began to flee in all directions.

"Shit"

Two sounds of cloth tearing were heard, and Han Li's clothes were swept into the sword energy, and two extremely long holes were immediately tore open.

But he himself was still looking at the sky motionlessly, as if he knew nothing.

In the sky, more than a thousand flying swords surged into the vortex of flames, and were immediately burned to a red color, making waves of wailing tremolo.

The light condensed at the sword's head, and balls of various colors of light flew out from it. It was the pure sword element of these flying swords.

The light of the flying swords that were stripped of sword essence quickly dimmed, and in a few breaths it was refined into a pool of magma-like liquid, melted into the flames, and disappeared.

The capacity of the flame vortex is limited and can only absorb more than a thousand flying swords at a time. Han Li's Qingzhu Fengyun Sword is located behind, and it is still a distance from entering the vortex. However, according to this, it is only a matter of dozens of breaths.

On the altar of the air, Xiong Shan's brows were also frowning together, and he murmured: "Very good, just fall into the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit Map. When I refine this peerless and rare fairy sword, I will try my sword with you..."

In fact, he had already noticed Han Li's arrival, and was just busy urging the formation and had no time to take care of it.

In front of him, there was a hollow area in the middle of the altar of the air, and there were sword element light balls floating out, hovering in the air.

Seeing this, Xiong Shan showed joy on his face, and his hands intertwined in front of him for a while, pinched out a strange magic trick, and pointed at the iron coupon of Ten Thousand Swords.

The golden pattern on the iron voucher suddenly flashed, and a golden glow projected out from it, covering the golden sword below, condensed into a golden vortex that looked like a substance.

As soon as the vortex was formed, the sword Yuan light balls floating on the altar immediately flew over and rushed into Xiong Shan's natal flying sword.

The golden sword trembled, and golden light rippled on the sword body, spreading waves of golden light arcs around it.

The sword element began to be devoured above the altar, and the flame vortex below continued to absorb new flying swords. The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was wrapped in it and kept approaching the vortex.

At this moment, Han Li, who had been standing still, suddenly shook his body, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded away, and a layer of blue light appeared instead.

"What a great array map!"

Han Li exclaimed, but a hint of joy flashed across his face.

The picture of everything in the golden light curtain is the same as the Ten Thousand Swords map he obtained back then, but it is obviously several times more mysterious and brilliant. It can even be said that the Ten Thousand Swords map should be a replica of this picture.

When he was just watching this picture, Han Li actually intentionally let go and let his mind fall into it. Otherwise, with his spiritual consciousness that had practiced the three levels of magical refining skills, he would not sink into it without knowing it.

The result of being so completely immersed in it was that he not only had a deeper understanding of the changes in many sword formations, but also figured out the roots and operation methods of the sword sea formation here.

Xiong Shan on the altar saw Han Li suddenly wake up, his expression changed suddenly and exclaimed:

"How is this possible?"

It’s not that he was so surprised. You must know that as a true immortal sword cultivator, when he first saw the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit Map, he was caught in it for seven days and seven nights, and it happened to be a coincidence that he was able to wake up.

Although he learned the Qianfeng Spirit Gathering Sword Formation from it, his spiritual consciousness was damaged and his vitality was greatly damaged. He had no choice but to withdraw from here and waited for so many years before he had the chance to make a comeback.

Xiong Shan clenched his teeth, felt angry, and pushed forward with both hands, using the power of the immortal spirit to push the sword energy balls, and accelerated into his natal flying sword.

"Sharp..."

The flying swords all over the sky ascended to the sky like dragons, kneading together and constantly rushing towards the vortex of flames.

Han Li turned his head and saw the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword mixed in, only about a hundred feet away from the flames.

His eyes were fixed, he raised his foot and stomped his foot. The mountain peak shook loudly, and his whole body flew backwards like a meteorite, heading straight for the "stegosaurus".

However, as soon as he flew into the sky above the sword sea, a suffocating invisible force rushed over from all directions, pressing his body down to the ground.

At the same time, violent gusts of wind blew in his ears, filling the chaotic sword energy between heaven and earth, constantly cutting towards him, tearing his clothes into pieces.

Han Li shouted loudly, and the blue mysterious orifices were shining around his body, and a layer of translucent crystal film immediately appeared on his body, blocking all the invisible sword energy.

There was a loud "boom" sound!

Under the invisible force, his body fell heavily and his legs were crushed to the ground.

Han Li's heart was trembling, and he looked up at the sky with his neck in his arms. He saw Xiong Shan standing on the edge of the altar, pinching the magic tricks with one hand and connecting the ten thousand swords iron voucher, and poking out the altar with the other hand and pressing towards the sea of ​​swords below.

He was also staring at Han Li, his eyes full of resentment.

At this moment, he naturally knew that the person in front of him was Li Feiyu who was back then, and the person who didn't know how to seize his sword formation back then.
Chapter completed!