His wet long hair fell down to his waist, and his slender hairstyle blocked Ye Shaohan's right eye. Ye Shaohan stretched his muscles a little, and his bones creaked, "The physical strength has improved a lot!"
A punch was thrown, causing a sharp sound of breaking wind. The space was turbulent and hit Ye Shaohan, but Ye Shaohan's figure did not move at all.
"A lot stronger!" Ye Shaohan murmured, clenching his fists, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes: "But if you accept the baptism of the fire attribute rules, your physical strength can be improved a lot!"
"What a terrifying body!" Shanquan whispered, his tone a little solemn.
"How did he cultivate this physical body!" He said sadly and helplessly. Compared with the physical strength of the Blood Hell Emperor, their physical strength was somewhat inferior.
The murderous intent of all beings dissipated, and the tomb of the Immortal Sword once again returned to its previous dead silence.
Roar! The previously suppressed Sword Master roared out again, his sharp breath rising into the sky, setting off waves in space.
At the same time, more and more sword-markers climbed out of the graves and gathered here.
The expressions of Xianxu and others changed. They stood up one after another and gathered towards the Gate of Illusion. However, when they approached Ye Shaohan, everyone felt the oppression.
Even though Ye Shaohan tried his best to restrain his murderous aura, this sense of oppression always existed.
Ye Shaohan looked calmly at the group of sword bearers below, sighed slightly, and did not leave immediately, putting away the Qilin Sword.
"Gather!" Ye Shaohan shouted softly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth emerged in front of him in vain, the flame of reincarnation rotated in the palm of his hand, and finally transformed into a simple guqin.
The fingertips beat, and the thin thunder silver string was pulled out. Ye Shaohan closed his eyes slightly, and gently plucked the thunder silver string with his slender fingers, and a sound of water slurry bursting out of the silver bottle echoed.
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The sound of the piano flowed out from Ye Shaohan's fingertips like running water, causing ripples in the space.
In the deathly silence of the Immortal Sword Tomb, Xiaowan's low-pitched piano music hovered above, and the melodious piano music told the story of the ancient years, an era when songs and heroes emerged in large numbers.
The shrill roars gradually dissipated, and the ferocious-looking sword bearers all calmed down and were immersed in the sound of the piano.
Perhaps they have lost their minds, but they are the heroes of that ancient era, and that belief still remains in their bodies.
Faith, even if the soul is lost, will still exist in the world.
This is a song of faith. Ye Shaohan once experienced the dream of the moon god, and saw the scene of warriors holding swords, spreading blood, flying through the nine heavens, and defending their homeland.
Therefore, Ye Shaohan once remembered this belief and integrated it into the music of ancient times.
Xianxu, Xianluo and others sighed helplessly. These warriors were once the heroes of the Martial God Continent, but they were not respected and were buried here. Even if they were buried here, they would not be safe.
The sound of the piano changed with Ye Shaohan's thoughts, and the whole sword tomb was silent except for the sound of the piano.
When the sound of the piano fell to the ground and the music ended, the thunderous silver strings under Ye Shaohan's fingertips broke, and the piano frame also turned into flames and dissipated.
Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and cast his gaze downwards. More than a hundred sword bearers closed their eyes, and their expressions were peaceful, no longer as ferocious as before.
"Let's go! Go to the third level sword tomb!" The deceased rested in peace, and that was all Ye Shaohan could do.
The Illusive Gate is suspended in the void, hanging high, a coercion permeates it, and spiritual energy flows out.
Ye Shaohan took the lead to walk towards the door of illusion. When he was about to step in, Ye Shaohan turned around and looked at the almost dry blood pool below again. In the blood pool, there were mountains and rocks, and a deeply opened blood lotus was gently blowing in the wind.
Swaggering, the sky is so gray, there is a period of old time frozen here, and there are too many legends about heroes buried here, which is like an epic.
Dozens of sword lights dissipated in the illusory door, and the dusty Immortal Sword Tomb once again fell into the dead silence of the past.
At Level 3 Sword Tomb, the sky is blue, with a scorching sun hanging high above it.
The sunshine here is more like a rainstorm, naked and scorching, with nowhere to escape.
Ye Shaohan and others raised their heads and stared at the flowing sunlight, and the feeling of suffocation and deathly silence was also dispelled.
However, this kind of sunshine is like poison, intoxicating people. The more so, the less likely Ye Shaohan and others dare to be careless.
Where it appeared, a solitary peak was thrust across the clouds like a sword. Below it were rolling waves. The sound of crashing waves echoed, followed by the neighing of seagulls.
Ye Shaohan and others appeared on the lonely peak and looked down along the clouds. Below them was the surging sea water.
Above the vast ocean, a solitary peak appears even more isolated.
Among the undulating waves, stone paths emerged one after another. The stone paths were tens of meters wide, criss-crossing and spreading along the stone paths. Several sword pillars were looming, bathed in the sunlight.
Compared to the bone-chilling first level of the Frozen Insect Tomb and the dead silence of the second level Immortal Sword Tomb, the third level sword tomb is full of life, at least this is the first impression of Ye Shaohan and others.
"Level 3 Sword Tomb Dead Sea Hell!" Standing on the edge of the clouds, Ye Shaohan said softly: "There are countless dead objects buried in the Dead Sea. Compared with the first two levels of Sword Tombs, although the strength of these dead objects is not as good as that of the previous two levels, the number is far greater.
Far more than the first two levels of Sword Tomb!"
"In the Dead Sea Hell, there are three sword pillars that we want to destroy. Walk along the stone path and you can reach the sword pillars respectively!" Ye Shaohan said lightly, his sword energy flowing on his fingertips, following Ye Shaohan
The sword pointed down, and its sharp sword energy tore apart the clouds and mist, turning into a long rainbow that fell among the undulating waves. At the same time, countless powerful auras filled the sea in vain, and phantoms emerged one after another.
, swallowing up the rainbow-like sword energy.
"These are the dead objects in the Dead Sea Hell!" Ye Shaohan said solemnly. The strength of these dead objects is no more than the Spirit Master Realm. However, at a glance, they are densely packed with no less than tens of thousands.
The waves were rising and falling, and shadows filled with gloomy energy were floating on the sea.
Its low roar echoed out, and these shadows finally submerged into the sea again.
Following this, ripples spread out on the sea surface.
Dead Sea Hell! According to the introduction of Life and Death Dragon, this Dead Sea was originally a graveyard with endless resentful souls in it.
"This level of sword tomb is no better than the previous two levels, and the dead objects guarding the sword pillars cannot be counted!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, this level of sword tomb is full of unknown existences.
"I once followed the city lord to the Level 3 Sword Tomb. When we entered, we were surrounded by tens of thousands of dead creatures, including dozens of dead creatures who were as powerful as the Spirit Emperor!"
"So, if we are lucky, we can only face thousands of dead things!"
"If your luck is extremely bad, you will have to face tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dead things!" Shanquan whispered, his expression slightly solemn.
Hundreds of thousands of dead things, everyone's expressions changed one after another. Hundreds of thousands of dead things at the Spirit Master level, including even dead things at the Spirit Emperor level. This terrifying power was enough to overturn the entire team.
Although Shanquan's words were exaggerated, Ye Shaohan also knew that what Shanquan said would indeed happen.
With his mind moving slightly, Ye Shaohan suddenly turned around and looked at the Hell Dao standing beside him.
A wave of fluctuation filled the mark between the eyebrows of the hell realm. Ye Shaohan could feel the excitement of the hell realm, the instinctive excitement. At the same time, resentment began to permeate the hell realm, which was bone-piercing.
"The magical powers mastered by the hell realm are a bit weird, and they may be able to achieve unexpected results!" Ye Shaohan closed his eyes slightly, and his soul power swept out, covering an area within a few hundred feet.
In the sea area, the cold wind blew through, and waves passed forward layer by layer.
Most of its sea surface is very calm, and the sun shines on it, refracting spots of light.
In Ye Shaohan's perception, there are countless murderous intentions hidden under this calm sea level.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan stepped among the clouds, turned his back to Young Master Su and others, and said, "Please wait for a moment again!"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan fell from the clouds like a falling star and landed lightly on the stone road.
Hell Dao's figure followed Ye Shaohan. On the empty stone road, the figures of Ye Shaohan and Hell Dao looked a little lonely.
"Five generations!" Xianxu hesitated to speak, but finally stood quietly on the cloud.
After passing the second-level sword tomb, Xianxu actually felt a pressure on Ye Shaohan. This feeling was like facing the master of the Jade Emperor Palace.
The waves beat against the stone path, which was covered with moss.
The Qilin Sword quietly emerged from Ye Shaohan's hand. Ye Shaohan calmed down and took a step forward gently.
However, the moment Ye Shaohan's front foot just landed, the world trembled in vain, and countless ghosts cried and wolves howled into the sky all around.
Within the undulating waves, phantoms of dead things emerged, illusory and unreal!
These shadows of dead objects are dead objects formed by the combination of resentment and residual souls after the death of living beings.
Resentment filled the air, and dead objects surged towards Ye Shaohan like a tide. Dozens of auras of the Spirit Master realm gathered together, making a huge noise.
Raising his sword, Ye Shaohan swung his sword forward lightly, tearing apart the terrifying aura, and its thunder flowed out like water.
For these dead creatures, the extremely powerful thunder was undoubtedly the nemesis. Thousands of thunderbolts crashed down and swept out, and the shadows of dozens of dead creatures dissipated in the thunder.
The thunder roared, but the roar echoed out, breaking the dead silence above the sea level, and also alarmed the dead things under the water. Puff, puff, one after another sounds rose up all around.
Densely packed with dead things, filled with resentment, and extremely eerie.
Above the clouds, a rare look of solemnity appeared on the face of the life and death dragon: "Once you walk on the stone path, the slightest sound or breath can disturb the dead things below!"
"So, the most important thing for this level of sword tomb is to destroy the sword pillar quickly and leave quickly!" Shanquan Ruo glanced at the life and death dragon meaningfully and added.
"Otherwise, hundreds of thousands or even millions of dead things will emerge from the entire Sword Tomb!" Even if his cultivation level recovered, the Life and Death Dragon's scalp felt numb when he thought of facing millions of dead things.