The mountain breeze is gentle and silent, and the bright sun shines brightly.
But at this time, the blood red on the mountain road was a bit dazzling for no reason.
"Junior brother, how are you?"
Ye Xun'er held Ling Tian's hand tightly, with some worry on her brows.
Although just now, Ling Tian's sword shocked the sky, but she still felt the trembling of the young man's palm.
It was obvious that Ling Tian at this time was not as carefree and carefree as he seemed on the surface.
"fine."
Ling Tian shook his head, and just now he wielded the most powerful form of the Nine Heaven-Slaying Swords in the blood demon's immortal body.
But even so, he was still attacked by that vast sword intent, hurting his meridians and heart.
Such an injury would definitely damage the foundation of an ordinary swordsman.
But the blood emperor inherited the immortality, and now his physical body is no longer as weak as before. It only takes a few days for him to refine the sword intention in his body, and maybe there will be another great opportunity.
In that sword energy, Ling Tian felt an aura from the past. It seemed that the sword immortal rumored to be buried here must be a famous and powerful person from ancient times.
Fang today seems to be prosperous, but in fact it is just a facade of comfort.
Nowadays, people in the world practice immortality in different ways and are shadowed by their ancestors. They no longer have the tendency to compete for heaven in ancient times.
In ancient times, fairies, demons, ghosts, barbarians, witches and Buddhists continued to conquer.
If there is no strong person in the clan, it will be doomed.
Therefore, the strong men at that time all used their lives to practice and compete with heaven for their luck.
Anyone who finally stands at the top of the sky is the Lord of all realms and the Great Master of Immortal Dao.
Although Ling Tian does not know why this sword immortal died, a single wisp of corpse energy transforming the sword city is enough to frighten the Qing Cang world, and its power can be imagined.
It wasn't until the two figures reached the top of Sword Mountain that they saw a dozen Sword Tomb disciples in front of them who had been waiting for a long time.
However, when everyone looked at Ling Tian, there was no trace of contempt in their eyes, but instead, there was a touch of strong curiosity.
There are not many disciples in Jianzhong, but they are all monsters.
But now that Ling Tian has proven his talent with swordsmanship, he will most likely be accepted as a disciple by the sword master and pass on his legacy.
Longyuan Sword Tomb was originally the Qingcang Forbidden Land.
It wasn't until 70,000 years ago that Master Long Yuan Sword held the dragon-slaying sword and broke through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, becoming the founder of this place.
With a legacy of 70,000 years, there are only a handful of disciples in Sword Tomb, but those who can stay in this mountain are all true evildoers in the path of swordsmanship.
Can!!
Even Xiangtian, the most outstanding young senior brother in Jianzhong today, has never defeated Jiancheng.
But now, Ling Tian has achieved this feat in the realm of God Emperor, which is unprecedented in history.
"I don't know how to call this junior brother. I am Wu Yue, the seventeenth generation disciple of the Sword Tomb. Junior brother, what is the name of the sword in your hand...?"
A Jianzhong disciple laughed loudly, without any hint of malice in his brows.
"Zhu Xian."
"boom!"
Between the heaven and the earth, the situation changes suddenly, and there is a powerful force that surges thousands of miles, gathering together in Lingtian.
People in the world admire immortals and hope to ascend to heaven.
But this sword is so cruel, it’s called Zhu Xian?!
Those who kill immortals are also demons.
Is it possible that this young man who looks like an immortal on the outside is actually cultivating the path of a demon?
"I wonder if I can worship in the Sword Tomb now?"
Ling Tian's eyes swept across the crowd, and he saw the middle-aged man in white falling from the sky and landing in front of everyone.
"It stands to reason that you can worship in my sword tomb and become a disciple of the seventeenth generation."
The young man in white clothes nodded lightly, but the moment he finished speaking, he saw a sudden sword glow rising deep in the sword mountain.
Immediately afterwards, an old man with linen clothes and white hair walked slowly from the sky and stood above everyone's heads.
"Meet Uncle Master."
"Uncle Master?"
Ling Tian's eyes were light and he also bowed down.
But the old man shook his head slightly and said, "Go away, you...can't cultivate my Longyuan swordsmanship."
"Why?"
Ling Tian frowned and looked up at the old man on the horizon.
In this old man, he could clearly feel a holy will, and he was filled with fear and fear.
"Your sword is too cruel. I, Long Yuan, practice swordsmanship with force, but you... practice killing."
After finishing his words, the old man took a deep look at Ling Tian, turned around and wanted to leave.
Ling Tian's sword just now was unparalleled in the world and had a supreme immortal appearance, but the devilish intention in it was still noticed by the sword master.
In other words, this young man is not a sword immortal, but a... sword demon.
Such a person will either dominate the world forever and be tabooed in the nine heavens.
Either he will become the enemy of the whole world, prove his own way, and be destroyed in the long river of history.
No matter what, his appearance is like the beginning of a disaster.
Although Longyuan Sword Tomb stands in the center of the green sky, it has always remained aloof from the world.
This sword master has a great wish to help the world, but he has no selfish desire to dominate the world.
Therefore, there are not many disciples in Jianzhong, they are just for inheritance, hiding from the world, enlightening the sword, and coping with the calamity!
When the devil appears in the world, the disciples of the Sword Tomb should also go down the mountain with their swords, slay the devil and put an end to the chaos, and help uphold the righteous path of the world.
And Ling Tian is a variable.
If it weren't for his terrifying surname, he might have been imprisoned by the sword master to wash away his demonic nature.
After all, it is the world that has concerns.
It's not that the heart of the sword is flawed, but it actually makes a wish for the common people.
A single sword master can kill evil spirits and traitors, fight immortals and demons, and establish the majesty of the human race.
But unfortunately, with a heritage of 70,000 years, he was also bound to it without realizing it.
Jianshan, disciple, peace for all ages.
"Whose sword does not kill any living thing?!"
Ling Tian looked indifferent, but there was already a guess in his heart.
I am afraid that the strong man from the Sword Tomb may have noticed his blood demon body.
only!!
As my brother said, with a sword in your hand, you kill enemies, enemies, and disasters.
What’s the relationship with fairies and demons?
Is it possible that when immortals kill living beings, all living beings deserve to die?
Is it a sin for a demon to kill a living being?
"boom!!"
Just when Ling Tian frowned and shouted coldly, about to discuss the sword with the sword master, at the foot of the mountain, there was another shocking buzzing sound.
Everyone looked stern and turned towards the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
But above him, he saw a graceful figure in black walking slowly towards him. His brows were painful, but the obsession in his eyes gave people an inexplicable feeling of shock.
At this moment, she held a sword wrapped in rags in her arms.
And she climbed up the city step by step, letting the sword energy chop her robe into pieces, revealing bloody traces of blood.
The girl is about twenty years old, with her hair tied up in a high bun at the back of her head.
She has a beautiful face, peerless youthfulness, and a perseverance that belies her age.
only!!
Her aptitude does not seem to be outstanding, and it is impossible to stop the erosion of sword intent.
But she still had a calm look on her face, letting the blood soak the black robe to the depths, without regret or panic, without pain or retreat.
"This is…"
At this moment, a look of surprise appeared on the faces of all Jianshan disciples.
Even Ling Tian's eyes flashed with shock.
What kind of obsession can make such a fragile-looking woman endure the pain of thousands of swords entering her body?
As long as such people don't die, they will bring disaster to the common people!!
"Buzz."
It wasn't until the girl climbed to the top of the Great Wall that she raised her head and looked at everyone.
At this time, there was no intact part of her body, and her pretty jade face had two slender scars cut out of it.
But her eyes were still calm and indifferent, and inexplicably a bit tragic.