Yun Zhongyou said something first, so Hu Qingbing started walking around without thinking of himself as an outsider. To be precise, he was looking for treasures everywhere.
With such a large territory, there must be something produced, right?
Judging from what Yun Zhong means, they won't be let out for a year or two. If you stay in seclusion in the lower world for more than ten years, decades, or hundreds of years, the seclusion in the fairy world will only last longer.
She can't be quiet for so long, of course she has to work hard at her job. It's hard to believe that there are no minerals in such a huge mountain range.
When she was looking for a way out, based on the direction of the mountains and the distribution of vegetation, it was obvious that there were many kinds of mineral deposits. As long as she found them, she could complete the mining alone.
Hu Qing followed the traces of the mineral veins and gradually discovered many man-made traces, including traces of martial arts practice and traces of life. Unknowingly, he was attracted by those traces. Through those traces, he seemed to see the people who lived here a long time ago.
.Following more and more traces, she found a holy land of sword intent.
It is a winding and deep canyon. The internal space is rugged and complex. From below, you can see only a series of criss-crossing sky gaps. Hu Qing walked in and took a few more turns along the not-dark valley bottom road before he lost his way. Could it be that it was a formation?
Law?
The tall stone walls are covered with sword marks. Those sword marks were slashed vertically and horizontally. The deep sword energy lasted for a long time, forcing no moss to grow on the rocks. What's even more rare is that these sword marks are full of
Sword intent.
Sword intent.
It's not sword energy.
Sword intention is the most coveted treasure of sword cultivators. Understanding a sword intention is enough for a sword cultivator to break through to a new level.
It's like an enlightenment.
These sword marks all over the wall, this endless sword intent - have you found the ultimate treasure of Canjian Mountain?
Hu Qing's fingers touched a deep and slender sword mark. Before he touched it, the skin was broken and blood flowed out.
"What a sharp sword intent." Hu Qing sucked his fingers, and with the blessing of spiritual power and divine consciousness, he pressed against the sword mark.
There was a clang, and Hu Qing's hand was violently shaken open. The palm of his hand was in severe pain, the skin and flesh rolled, and blood flowed, as if he had been struck by a sword.
What a ferocious sword intent.
Hu Qing mobilized his spiritual power to repair the wound, but it took a long time to barely heal, which shows how overbearing these swords are.
It's because her current cultivation level is too low.
He clenched his fist and squeezed the wound slightly, with blood oozing out. Hu took a breath and skillfully untied the silk cloth and wrapped it up.
You can't touch it. Should she take a closer look at the head office?
Sitting on the big stone, he looked up, looking up at the net woven with sword marks on the wall. As he looked, the sword marks seemed to become three-dimensional, separated from the stone wall, and turned into a big net, shouting towards the guards.
Pour it down gently.
"ah--"
Hu Qing screamed and fell to the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, frightened and uneasy.
She closed her eyes: "It scared me to death, it scared me to death."
For a moment, she seemed to see a hundred thousand sword immortals, all with their swords heading towards her.
Silk cloth feels distressed: "I told you not to look at it more, but you insist on looking at it."
As soon as she came in, he warned her that if she didn't reach a certain level, she would be counterattacked, so she had to ignore it.
Hu Qing said with a pale face: "I'm just curious, let's give it a try."
After swallowing three bottles of pills, I was still in shock.
She simply took off the silk cloth covering her eyes, released her consciousness and walked along the ground. Thanks to the seniors of Canjian Mountain, there were fewer sword marks on the ground than on the stone wall. She didn't dare to have any more thoughts.
Silk cloth shredded and muttered: "You are not a swordsman, so why are you so greedy?"
Hu Qing: "Shut up, I'm just curious. I'm also from Canjian Mountain. What's wrong with looking at my family tree?"
Silk cloth: "It's not too much. Anyway, it's not me who got hurt."
After saying this, Hu Qing's palms started to hurt again. He raised his hands and pressed them on the silk cloth, and the blood that seeped out immediately disappeared.
Silk cloth:...I just have an extra mouth.
Hu Qing walked forward without knowing the direction, going around and around. When he thought he couldn't get out, he walked out.
She also thought that sooner or later Yunzhong found out that she was not going back and would definitely come looking for her.
Unexpectedly, I walked out.
There was an empty space in front of me, and the cold wind blew on my face, which made me feel the slight itching of ant bites. I took off the silk cloth and blinked lightly. There was an empty space in front of me. When I looked down, I felt that my knees were weak and I almost fell.
Less than one meter in front of her toes, there was a cliff. The cliff fell more than a hundred meters deep, and laid out a huge slope. The slope had no end in sight, but she could see clearly. On the slope made of huge granite, there were densely packed rocks.
Full of swords.
They are all broken swords.
She thought she had found the origin of Canjian Mountain's name.
Why are there so many swords? And as far as the eye can see, there isn’t even one intact?
Was it used by the people from Canjian Mountain?
The people in Canjian Mountain are really hard-working.
She flicked her spiritual power over, and after a few dings, the spiritual power bounced off several swords and disappeared, without any abnormality.
Can Jian let go of his spiritual consciousness again, and Can Jian fell silent without any reaction.
After hesitating for a while, he encouraged himself: You are a serious person from Canjian Mountain.
Carefully fly down the cliff and stand in front of Broken Sword.
I didn't realize it when I stood on it, but when I stood on the slope and looked at it again, I felt a sense of desolation in old age, so heavy that I almost couldn't breathe.
These swords are indeed broken swords. They have lost their spirituality and lost their spiritual power. Even the sharp sword blades of the past have cracks and rust. This is their tomb.
Desolation is not sad.
Hu Qing closed his eyes, as if he could hear the glory of the past still echoing in their bodies.
How could a weapon master endure such a sword tomb and such a scene!
She stretched out her uninjured left hand and grasped the broken sword in front of her with a kind of sympathetic kindness.
All the swords here have their heads raised to the sky and their tails are stuck in the stone. I don’t know if this is the rule of Canjian Sect or their tacit understanding.
The sword in front of me was half-broken, with the upper half missing. The sword was less than a palm wide and less than a meter long. It had been rusted to an iron color by time and wind and rain.
The palms are pressed together, the fingers are held, and the sword in the palms is silent and silent.
Hu Qing felt offended, gripped the broken sword tightly, and pulled it out.
Click——
There was a slight sound, and Hu Qing shivered. Looking at the half-broken sword in her hand, she wondered if she would be kicked out by Yun Zhong.
So fragile?
Just break like this?
That's not what I meant...
Silk cloth: "It is completely rotten and useless. It has no value even if it is recycled."
He is a weapon, and he can even feel that the broken sword in front of him is no longer a weapon, but just a pile of rust marks.
Hu Qing said: "According to the conservation of matter——"
"What the hell?"
"Forget it. Weathered by wind and rain, it has returned to nature. It comes and goes clean, and the rust is gone."
Silk cloth: "What are you mumbling about again?"
Hu Qing placed the half of the broken sword on the ground next to the remaining half: "If you can't return to the furnace, let's look at the others."
At least let her see the weapon refining methods of the fairy world.
There are many broken swords from a distance, but in fact the distance between them is enough for one person to walk through them. Hu Qing tied her skirt around her waist and walked through the sword tomb. The rust in the front was obvious, and the broken swords gradually became taller and wider, and some of them could
From the top, you can see some of its original appearance.
Hu Qing tried to pull out another sword and looked at the sword that was still intact. It was obvious that only half of the sword was rusty, and the original dark green color could be seen on the other half. She held it, and the sword suddenly turned into a
The debris was scattered all over the floor, as if it were dried and crushed wood chips.