On the way to Jianzhong, Chen Xuan and Lu Bo chatted about each other's climbing experiences.
Although Lu Bo only spoke a few words each time, Chen Xuan could deeply feel from the few words that Lu Bo had experienced hellish sufferings in the past two thousand years and encountered death dilemmas far more times than Chen Xuan had in the past nine years.
This shows how terrifying Green Wave's strength is at his peak state. He who is at the peak of the Celestial Realm can escape from the claws of ferocious beasts of the same level repeatedly without ever failing. He is truly powerful.
Lu Bo's combat effectiveness is undoubtedly on the same level as Fengqi's Three Swordsmen Li Fengtang, Yu Shu, and Gong Zijia.
Such a disciple with extremely strong fighting ability was exiled to the Heavenly Emperor Mountain, which was really a great loss to the Light Shaking Sword Sect.
Chen Xuan made insinuations several times, trying to find out what big mistake Lu Bo made that led to his exile in Tiandi Mountain, but Lu Bo always deliberately avoided the question.
Although Chen Xuan was curious about this, he did not ask any more questions. After all, he was too embarrassed to tell Lu Bo the reason for his exile.
The two of them walked for about three days and finally arrived at the first sword tomb guided by Immortal Emperor Wujie.
When Immortal Emperor Wujie mentioned this sword tomb, his tone was extremely calm, obviously thinking that it was not worth mentioning.
However, for Chen Xuan, the lowest level sword tomb is also a great test. After all, it was once the death battle ground for the strong sword immortals of the Heavenly Immortal Realm and the Golden Immortal Realm, and the remaining sword power left behind is enough to kill the low-level sword immortals.
After bypassing a cliff, a tragic and desolate scene appeared in front of Chen Xuan and Lu Bo.
I saw a clearing ahead surrounded by peaks. Broken swords of different lengths were stuck on the ground. They were stained with rust. The blood had solidified into crimson, completely dyeing the ground red. The huge sword marks were like spider webs.
It was so shocking that it extended from the ground to the surrounding peaks. Chen Xuan even saw that several of the peaks were cut in half or flattened. Some of the peaks had too many sword marks.
It felt like being grabbed by the claws of a huge ferocious beast.
Those sword immortals who were so brilliant back then have long since died, leaving not even the slightest remnant of their souls.
Before Wujie Sword Immortal was promoted to Immortal Emperor, he fought here to hone his natal sword.
In addition, of course there are other top swordsmen who have left brilliant achievements.
Although the sword immortal of the old immortal world was dead and soulless, he left behind an extremely strong and substantial resentment, wrapped around a broken sword. The setting sun was like blood, shining with a frightening cold light.
Chen Xuan held his breath slightly and did not act rashly at the first time.
Even if these broken swords in the old immortal world are seriously damaged and their spiritual power is less than one ten thousandth of what they were before, if the sword intent in all the broken swords can be absorbed and used to hone the sword body without tribulation, it will definitely be greatly improved.
Chen Xuan stood still and activated his spiritual consciousness to scan for any hidden dangers. However, Lu Bo on the side could not hold back anymore and took a few steps closer to the sword tomb, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"I didn't expect that there is actually a sword tomb from the old fairy world here! If I swallow the remaining sword intent contained in the broken sword, I will definitely be able to completely recover from my injuries, and I can also improve my cultivation!"
Lu Bo seemed to ignore Chen Xuan's existence and wanted to take possession of all the broken swords in the Sword Tomb.
Chen Xuan didn't have any exclusive intentions, because this was just the lowest level sword tomb.
As long as the Immortal Emperor Wujie continues to guide him, Chen Xuan can enter more top-quality sword tombs to collect old fairy swords.
At that time, let alone the natal sword of the Golden Immortal Sword Immortal, the Immortal Emperor level is not impossible.
Seeing Lu Bo muttering to himself, as if he was reciting some forbidden sword spell, Chen Xuan couldn't help but curiously asked: "Senior sister, have you practiced a technique that can swallow the sword's intention?"
The Shaking Light Sword Sect does not have this kind of sword technique. The reason why Chen Xuan can absorb the sword intention from various swords by himself is purely because he has developed a calamity-free sword body. "Junior Brother Chen, since you brought me here
, I will not hide it from you. In fact, I secretly practiced the art that can swallow the sword intention of other sword immortals. This kind of art is relatively rough and belongs to the deviant style of swordsmanship. It was judged by the master Bo Huayu.
For evil deeds, I was exiled to the Heavenly Emperor Mountain."
After listening to Lu Bo's explanation, Chen Xuan still felt that it was not convincing enough: "Based on senior sister's cultivation status and contribution to the sect, secretly practicing heretic skills should not lead to direct exile in Tiandi Mountain, right?"
Lu Bo was slightly startled. Standing in front, with her back to Chen Xuan, her expression became a little unnatural.
After a moment, she replied: "I practiced this skill back then and tried to swallow the sword intent in the natal swords of several junior sisters. I was discovered by the master uncle and the head master uncle. No matter how I tried to defend myself, it was of no use."
Chen Xuan could hear the deep reluctance in Lu Bo's tone.
Although Lu Bo's reason for being exiled sounded reasonable, Chen Xuan secretly had some reservations.
The two of them cautiously approached the sword tomb to see if they could absorb the sword intent in the broken sword.
The next moment, the broken swords closest to the two people, the strong resentment wrapped around the swords suddenly rose like ghosts of blood mist, and then transformed into a monster with only the upper body at lightning speed. The lower body was like a wisp.
The light smoke, relying on the broken sword, was overwhelming with icy cold resentment, accompanied by bursts of sharp roars, shrouding Chen Xuan and Lu Bo!
