Looking at Chu Xingyun's back, Baili Kuangsheng's gaze narrowed slightly. Looking back, he found that the crowd was also staring at him, his face full of curiosity and doubt.

Obviously, the crowd didn't know where Chu Xingyun was going, let alone what Chu Xingyun wanted to do.

Baili Kuangsheng hesitated for a moment, then a heavy breathing sound came from his mouth, and he stepped forward and quickly chased Chu Xingyun.

Chu Xingyun's speed was not fast, but it was not slow either. He ran towards the depths of Wanjian Mountain like a stream of light.

Baili Kuangsheng followed behind Chu Xingyun, and the doubt in his eyes became increasingly intense. This was already the core area of ​​Wanjian Pavilion, deserted and remote, and few people came on weekdays.

However, Chu Xingyun did not mean to explain, and his speed suddenly increased until he reached a steep cliff. He slowed down and finally stopped.

Baili Kuangsheng also stopped. He glanced around, very unfamiliar with this place and had never arrived.

Just as he was about to ask questions, Chu Xingyun stretched out his right hand without warning, and a hazy sword shadow flew out from his palm, and it merged into it in the moment he came into contact with the mountain wall.

When the hazy sword shadow completely disappeared, a dazzling halo penetrated out from the mountain wall, shaped like a portal, imprinted into the eyes of Chu Xingyun and Baili Kuangsheng.

Baili Kuangsheng looked at the scene in amazement. He looked at Chu Xingyun, but heard Chu Xingyun's voice coming, his tone calm: "Get in."

Chu Xingyun took a slow step. When he touched the bright halo, the halo spread like water waves, covering Baili Kuangsheng's body in one fell swoop.

Buzzing!

At this moment, Baili Kuangsheng only felt the blackness in front of his eyes, and thousands of sword roars sounded in front of his ears, and the remaining light worn on his waist resonated with a strong resonance, wanting to deshewn.

Baili Kuangsheng suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was an open and flat ground, surrounded by mist and powerful spiritual power, which made people feel like they entered a fairyland.

He looked ahead and found that there were countless sword weapons inserted on this vast plain, vast area, and the number was so huge that it could not be calculated at all. Just one glance could make people dazzled.

Click!

Chu Xingyun's stepping sound made Baili Kuangsheng come to his senses. His breathing gradually became heavier. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is this?"

As a disciple of Fan Wujie, Baili Kuangsheng has many privileges. He can enter and exit at will at will, but he has never known this place.

"Sword Tomb." Chu Xingyun said two words lightly, and at this moment, the whole earth began to tremble. A silver-white sword weapon broke through the loess without any warning, like a flowing light, and stabbed into the sky thousands of feet high.

call out!

The sword light was fleeting, but the earth did not stop trembling, and there was even a tendency to become more and more practice. Immediately, the sound of breaking through the ground continued to sound, and sword weapons swept into the sky, all of which burst out with sharp sword light.

A sword light, like a glimmer of light, was not conspicuous, but thousands of sword lights flashed, as if they turned into a long river of sword lights. The sword weapons were the real dragons in the long river, rolling in the sky and endless momentum.

Baili Kuangsheng looked at this scene, his pupils almost tightened into needles. Before he could ask, Chu Xingyun took the initiative to explain: "As the name suggests, the sword tomb is the tomb of the sword weapon. It has always existed here since the establishment of Wanjian Pavilion, but its existence is particularly secret. No one knows it except the Pavilion Master, and no one can enter."

"The Tomb of Sword Artifact?" Baili Kuangsheng murmured in a low voice. He raised his head to stare at the real dragon of the sword artifact. His mind suddenly tightened, and the remaining light on his waist trembled even more, as if he was about to merge into it.

Chu Xingyun nodded and looked at the sword weapon real dragon: "Wanjian Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years and has experienced countless rises and falls. Whenever one person dies, the man's carry-on sword weapon will be sent into the sword tomb and become one of the thousands of sword weapons."

"This is both the tomb of sword weapon and the tomb of sword intent. When the sword weapon is sent into the tomb of sword, the remaining sword intent in the sword weapon will also sleep here and silently protect the entire Wanjian Pavilion."

"Do you know how many sword weapons are there in the sword tomb?" Chu Xingyun turned his head and suddenly asked Baili Kuangsheng.

"The sword tomb has existed for thousands of years. With such a long accumulation, the number of sword weapons should be around one million, right?" Baili Kuangsheng said with some uncertainty. This space was too large and he could not see the end at a glance.

Hearing Baili Kuangsheng's answer, Chu Xingyun's smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was a little calm: "Yesterday, a bloody battle, a total of 128,795 people died in Wanjian Pavilion. Although this death is large, it is not surprising in the history of Wanjian Pavilion. Two thousand years ago, Wanjian Pavilion encountered a catastrophe, and in just one day, 200,000 disciples died."

"What?!" Baili Kuangsheng was shocked when he heard this, as if his heart was about to stop beating. Two thousand years ago, Wanjian Pavilion encountered a catastrophe and 200,000 disciples died in one day. He had never heard of this before.

Wanjian Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years and has a long history, but due to the emergence of the sword spirit, the history of the sect has been ruthlessly tampered with, and countless historical facts have disappeared in the long river and are completely gone. It is normal for a hundred miles to not know about it.

Chu Xingyun sighed slightly, stepped forward again, and said as he walked: "A man died, and the sword weapon in the sword tomb will be added, for thousands of years, millions of days and nights, more than one million people will die."

"As far as I know, the sword weapons in the sword tomb have reached 33,984,521." When Chu Xingyun said this number, even his mind was as solid as a rock, he couldn't help but tremble.

The number of 30 million is so huge, no wonder the sword spirit has tried his best to control the Wanjian Pavilion and tamper with the history of Wanjian Pavilion.

As long as you can obtain this sword tomb, just the sword intent emitted from the sword weapon can help it repair trauma, reshape the sword body, and even return to the ranks of imperial weapons.

And in fact, it did.

But unfortunately, the sword spirit entered the sword tomb too short, only a thousand years. Although the sword body has been reshaped, it is still far from being as strong as the black hole sword. If it has gone through thousands of years, or even ten thousand years, the result may be different.

Baili Kuangsheng didn't know what Chu Xingyun thought. At this time, he was completely stunned. His eyes were staring at the real dragon sword weapon that was roaring to the sky, and he could not come back to his senses for a long time.

His eyes were hanging in the void, and as the sword weapon real dragon continued to move, Baili Kuangsheng vaguely saw that a high platform seemed to stand in the center of the sword tomb.
Chapter completed!