The old Taoist who originally wanted to rush out to help was stopped by the young monk, but when Guo Jian and Su Qi broke off the relationship, the young monk was also filled with righteous indignation.
"Master, come on. You must feel very uncomfortable when your uncle is being humiliated like this. Take down that evildoer quickly."
This was the first time Master Vacuum heard the young monk call him master, and he suddenly became confused.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Guo Jian and the General Sword in his hand.
"Where is this king? What do you want to do, stinking Taoist priest? Let me go immediately, otherwise I will kill you!"
As soon as Guo Jiang finished speaking, the young monk took the general sword in his hand and began to melt it.
It was clear that what Yidengdu transformed was the General's sword, but Guo Jian held his head and rolled in the hands of Master Vacuum, excruciatingly painful.
"How can you survive in this world when you are already dead? Life and death are impermanent and reincarnation is transcended. Just go with peace of mind."
"No, I am the Heavenly Sword King, an immortal existence. This king...what's wrong with me? There are so many memories squeezed into my mind. My head hurts."
Guo Jian returned to his original appearance and looked at the two of them with some embarrassment: "I can't go back. Taoist priest and holy monk, can you take me in?"
He looked at Guo Jian's honey-smeared mouth, and after a vacuum check, he found that the man was fine, so he released him from his palm, and the little monk happily agreed to his request.
After all, Guo Jian also highly respected his master uncle.
From then on, the group of two turned into a group of three, heading towards Leijie Mountain together.
Wind and sand swept across the fields, and ferocious beasts ran wildly in the wind. Su Qi and others hid in their ink-dyed hair to protect themselves from the strong wind.
Bingyu yelled in Su Qi's ear: "Master, where are we going!"
Su Qi replied loudly: "Go to the center of the storm, we need a home."
As soon as these words came out, the group of wanderers fell silent.
Home is such a warm word, but how many people really have a home.
"Roar!"
The little black dog howled, signaling that Su Qi had arrived at his destination.
In the center of the storm was a huge bronze door with two crossed swords engraved on it.
"If we cultivate the Immaculate Sword Body, we will be transported directly in, and we can avoid many detours. Unfortunately, the King of Heavenly Sword caused trouble and the sword intent was not cleansed enough. Now we have to break the door and enter."
The little black dog backed up a few hundred meters, running and then rushing, and then knocked open the door.
Su Qi and others entered the tomb of the Ancient Sword Immortal. The little black dog could not enter and could only wait outside.
The bronze door behind him closed again and disappeared.
"Master, it's so beautiful here."
The gorgeous aurora wanders in the sky, which is the incomplete swordsmanship and sword intention.
The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are filled with thunder.
A waterfall cascades thousands of miles, falling from an infinite height. A small courtyard appears in front of everyone among the poetic and picturesque mountains and rivers.
There are green trees and luxuriant grass.
Su Qi led people into the courtyard and saw hundreds of flowers blooming, the grass was beautiful, and the fallen flowers were colorful.
"Master, is there any danger here?"
Bingyu was quite nervous. After all, the previous bronze door gave him a very bad feeling.
Nowadays, there are no houses in the courtyard, but there are three stone gates, which is really strange.
Su Qi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I thought I could skip this level, but I didn't expect it to happen. Musheng, when the first stone door opens, remember to call me."
Su Qi strode into the courtyard, the azure sword unsheathed, and a figure stood side by side with him.
"Master, there is murderous intent in all flowers!"
"With a pure heart, why should you be afraid of the fragrance filling the courtyard?"
Su Qi swung his sword to meet the sword energy in the peony, and laughed and said: "All flowers are jealous of my unique beauty. The wealth of peonies is inevitably vulgar. Farewell poppies in life and death, I hope you will be as peaceful as a flower."
Tianqing came out of his body and chopped off hundreds of flowers, the sword intent of hundreds of flowers soared into the sky, Su Qi laughed wildly in the courtyard, and broke the stone door with a light curse.
"The innocent and lucky little orchid, the loyal green lotus. When autumn comes on September 8th, I will bloom and kill hundreds of flowers."
All the flowers in the courtyard were withered, except for the chrysanthemums blooming wildly.
When Musheng saw one of the three stone doors in the courtyard open, he immediately stopped his master: "The door has appeared."
Su Qi breathed a sigh of relief, his clothes were dyed red with blood, and when he shook his head slightly, the clothes looked brand new.
"walk into."
Su Qi also didn't understand the ancient swordsman. Although he entered Taoism with a killing sword, he still had a passion for poetry.
After a few people entered, the stone door was closed again, and a sword energy swept through the entire space. Everything was restored to its original state. The flowers were still blooming, and the courtyard was still full of purples and reds.
Outside, the tomb of the Ancient Sword Immortal emerged from the strong wind, with billions of sword auras emanating from it.
Bronze doors suddenly appeared all over the continent, attracting countless people to rush through them.
Many old guys who have been in seclusion can't stand the temptation and are ready to try again.
"According to ancient records, this is the last time that the tomb of the Ancient Sword Immortal will be opened. If there is no sword cultivator who can pass the level, I'm afraid there will be no chance to obtain the treasures left by the Ancient Sword Immortal."
"We monks should not be afraid of dangers and move forward bravely. Is the fellow Taoist who arrived at the ninety-ninth level a thousand years ago still alive? He is clearly just one level short of passing it."
"It seems he's still alive. What's his name, Jian Feng?"
Jian Feng was rubbing a bronze door, looking at the swords and patterns carved on it, and couldn't help laughing: "After waiting for a thousand years, I finally got it. After a thousand years, I have conquered the last level, as long as I give
In three days, this tomb of the Ancient Sword Immortal will be mine."
When the bronze door opened, Jian Feng laughed and walked in. Behind him were corpses lying on the ground and the red-stained snow.
Su Qi and others had entered the second level. Suddenly, the entire ancient tomb began to tremble, and then it completely subsided.
Iron Hammer was a little wary: "Master, could it be that we have triggered the trap? This study looks much bigger than when we first came in."
"Yes, the study has indeed become larger, but it is not a mechanism, but the Tomb of the Ancient Sword Immortal has been opened. However, the only good thing is that we entered the Tomb of the Ancient Sword Immortal before it was opened, and our whereabouts will not be recorded on the tombstone."
Master had just told them about it, Musheng was slightly moved, and suddenly found that a certain book was very special. The previous shock actually made this book a little different.
Musheng looked at the master who was looking for a book, pointed at the book and said: "Master, there is something wrong with that book."
Su Qi had no doubts and directly took down "Three Hundred Ancient Poems of the Ancient Sword Immortal" from the bookshelf, then opened it and took a look.
"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade."
A golden light swept out and swallowed Su Qi and others directly.
Jian Feng went on a rampage and chose the door of kendo that he was most familiar with in the first level. From the second level onwards, it was pure understanding of kendo.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Thousands of years of practicing swordsmanship have resulted in today's high speed and dominance.
The levels are as easy to break as paper in front of Jian Feng.
One level after another, vulnerable to a single blow.
The sword is so powerful that it has no opponent.
As the speed of madness slowed down, Jian Feng also began to enjoy the process of clearing levels. He had reached level ninety. Although it was difficult to face the next challenge, it was not a big problem.
Can anyone surpass him?
There is no one who knows the Tomb of the Ancient Sword Immortal better than him. This time, he is the out-and-out number one.
It is not in vain that he has always controlled his strength in the Mahayana realm and has never set foot in the semi-immortal realm.
In the outside world, after the bronze door disappeared, a huge ancient tombstone appeared, seven feet long, three feet wide and two feet thick, standing tall against the sky, as if the ancient swordsman was still in the world.
"Sword Crazy has already reached the ninety-third level, and the second place has only reached the second level. Are you sure this isn't a joke?"
Guo Jian followed Vacuum and Yideng, and when he passed by an ancient tombstone, the corresponding scene flashed in his memory, and he subconsciously said: "The ancient swordsman seems to have heard that he was besieged to death because he was too ostentatious." This chapter has been completed!