"Haha, the opening time of the Ancient Sword Tomb is not fixed. The Ancient Sword Tomb opened as soon as we entered the cloudy and sunny period. It seems that we are lucky." Yao Xiong said with blazing eyes.
Whoosh whoosh!
As soon as Yao Xiong finished speaking, the Emperor's Spirit took the lead and turned into a rainbow into the Ancient Sword Tomb, leaving only an indifferent sentence: "The Ancient Sword Tomb will be opened by chance. After the Ancient Sword Tomb is closed, then
Contact each other and gather together.”
The moment the emperor's spirit swept out, Guichu Empress and Luosuo rushed out without hesitation, obviously knowing a lot about this ancient sword tomb.
Only Zhuo Wen didn't understand why, and instead looked at Yao Xiong who had not left yet.
Yao Xiong looked at Zhuo Wen and said with a smile: "Brother Zhuo, the opening of the Ancient Sword Tomb means that the ancient swords inside are beginning to find their destiny. It is also the time when the monks have their own opportunities. It's hard to say. Brother Zhuo will know what to do when he enters the Ancient Sword Tomb.
It’s over!”
"Of course, after the Ancient Sword Tomb is closed, Yao will contact Brother Zhuo!"
After saying that, Yao Xiong also plunged into the ancient sword tomb below.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his attention fell back on the ancient sword tomb.
I saw sword lights shining like stars in the sky above the ancient sword tomb.
Zhuo Wen discovered that the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ancient swords that were originally inserted on the ground were now flying high into the sky, constantly rotating around the huge sarcophagus, turning into a huge storm of sword light.
Around the sword light storm, there were many monks with fiery eyes, rushing into the sword light storm to snatch the ancient swords they were interested in.
Unfortunately, most of the ancient swords emitted an eardrum-piercing sword sound at the moment the monk covered the hilt, and violently threw the monk away.
The same scene happened everywhere in the Ancient Sword Tomb. Even some monks who lacked strength could not resist the terrifying tearing power of the sword light storm and were directly torn into pieces.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the sword light storm, then looked around, and then suddenly flew away into the distance.
As soon as this man left, some clever monks around him followed him one after another, and all took action to strangle this man to death.
As soon as this man died, a flash of sword light came out, and it turned out to be an ancient sword.
It seems that this person should be destined to one of the ancient swords in the ancient sword tomb, so this monk was chosen for this sword.
Unfortunately, this monk was too weak and was no match for the besieging monks. As a result, he was besieged and killed by so many monks.
As for the ancient sword, after the monk died, it turned into a sword light again and merged into the sword light storm.
Zhuo Wen slowly landed in the ancient sword tomb, looking up at the many ancient swords that turned into sword light storms.
Within this storm, from time to time there would be monks flying past and flashing in the storm, forcibly seizing the ancient sword.
Zhuo Wen's consciousness also noticed the emperor spirit, which was at the center of the sword light storm.
This emperor spirit is extremely domineering. He has taken a fancy to one of the ancient swords. This sword is two feet long and one foot wide. It is completely black and looks like a giant ruler. In the center of the sword, there is a gold bar inlaid with shining golden light. Look.
It's extremely dazzling when you go up there.
With Zhuo Wen's knowledge, he could tell at a glance that this ancient sword was much more unique and powerful than the other ancient swords in the Sword Light Storm.
I saw Emperor Ling grabbing it with his right hand, and the huge divine power turned into countless restraints, and he held the ancient sword forcibly in his hand.
The ancient sword made an angry sword cry, and kept twisting the sword body. The sword light poured out like water, but it was of no avail.
Emperor Ling is a strong man who has reached the seventh level in the Xutian. Although his strength may be far inferior to that of the Ancient Sword Saint King in the Ancient Sword Tomb, it is really not a problem to forcibly conquer the Ancient Sword Saint King with a divine sword that he forged back then.
Down.
After struggling to no avail, the giant sword finally stopped screaming and succumbed to the lustful power of the emperor spirit.
Emperor Ling grinned. After putting away the ancient sword, he was about to continue to forcibly subdue the second ancient sword when a vast offensive suddenly came from the sarcophagus in the center of the ancient sword tomb and rushed towards Emperor Ling.
Di Ling's expression changed drastically, he clenched his fist with his right hand and punched out, hitting this terrifying offensive heavily.
Bang bang bang!
Continuous explosions sounded, and the Emperor Ling groaned and involuntarily withdrew from the range of the sword light storm.
"In the Ancient Sword Tomb, a destined person can only take one ancient sword, so don't be greedy!"
A faint voice sounded from inside the sarcophagus, deafening and thought-provoking.
Emperor Ling frowned slightly, but in the end he did not enter the sword light storm again.
He knew very well that although the ancient sword saint king was dead, the spiritual consciousness he left behind was very powerful, and he was not his opponent yet.
As for the surrounding monks, after the Emperor Spirit was blasted out of the sword light storm, they scattered like frightened birds, not daring to get close to the Emperor Spirit.
Although many monks around will take action against those who are destined to get the ancient sword, it also depends on the person.
The aura on Emperor Ling's body is like a vast ocean. At first glance, he looks like a high-level Xutian strongman. How can they dare to snatch such a strong man? Unless they think his life is too long.
Emperor Ling naturally noticed Zhuo Wen not far away, but after just a glance, he stopped paying attention. Instead, he took out the ancient sword and planned to refine it in a grand manner.
Di Ling's behavior is simply arrogant. Isn't this clearly asking others to rob him?
Zhuo Wen didn't care about the emperor spirit anymore, but kicked his right foot and entered the sword light storm.
Zhuo Wen is now good at using swords. If he can find a better ancient sword in this sword light storm, he may be able to replace the Purple Star River Divine Sword.
After all, as Zhuo Wen's cultivation continues to increase, the effect of the Purple Star River Divine Sword on him is not so obvious. After all, this is the divine sword that was refined when Zhuo Wen was at his peak as a god. Logically speaking, it is not a virtual artifact.
This Ancient Sword Saint King is an old monster who has ascended to Xu Tianba, and the aura released from the sarcophagus just now is even more magnificent than that of You Wu's death. It seems that this Ancient Sword Saint King was stronger than that You Wu during his lifetime.
Death is much stronger.
Zhuo Wen didn't know the terror of the Ancient Sword Saint King. Back then, this Ancient Sword Saint King was only half a step away from Xutian Jiudeng.
Its strength was so strong that even the great Brahma of the time couldn't help but praise it.
Although Youwu is also on the eighth level of Xutian, he is still far away from the peak, and the old guy was seriously injured at the beginning. Although he took the Tianyu Starry Sky Marrow, it took too long, and he has already been injured.
Due to the hidden disease, his strength has dropped a lot compared to the past.
The ancient sword forged by this kind of being must be the best among Xutian artifacts. If Zhuo Wen can get one, it will naturally be of great benefit to his strength.
And the person who is destined does not necessarily have to be destined. A person who is powerful and can subdue the ancient sword is considered a destined person.
Didn't Emperor Ling just take such tough measures to forcibly subdue one of the ancient swords he was interested in?
"You can only choose an ancient sword, so you have to think carefully!"
Traveling through the storm of sword light, Zhuo Wen resisted the tearing force around him while using his powerful spiritual consciousness to draw attention to the unique features of the divine sword in the storm.
Zhuo Wen's spiritual consciousness is so powerful. It is like countless tentacles, instantly spreading the entire sword light storm. Zhuo Wen can clearly observe the unusualness of each ancient sword, and can even make comparisons.
As Zhuo Wen's cultivation level continues to improve, his spiritual consciousness also increases. If strictly speaking, the strength of Zhuo Wen's spiritual consciousness has actually surpassed that of the Emperor Spirit of Xutian Qideng.
In this storm of sword light, Zhuo Wen was like a fish in water. Not only could he travel quickly with his spiritual consciousness, but he could also quickly compare various ancient swords.
"Huh? This ancient sword..."
Zhuo Wen's eyes suddenly focused, and in his consciousness, he found a rusty broken sword suspended near the center of the sword light storm.
This broken sword has an ugly appearance, and is even extremely damaged, making it look completely mutilated.
If you don't pay careful attention, among so many ancient swords, you won't pay much attention to this ancient sword that looks and smells bad.
But Zhuo Wen's eyes were particularly solemn, because while this broken sword was floating, other ancient swords around him retreated, as if they were in awe of this ugly broken sword.
Zhuo Wen's spiritual consciousness is very powerful, and he saw this scene accidentally.
If he hadn't seen this scene, Zhuo Wen wouldn't have paid attention to this broken sword.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen also found that this broken sword was extremely low-key, basically floating quietly in relatively secluded places.
It was because the broken sword moved a certain distance at will that Zhuo Wen noticed the strange scene just now.
"This sword is extraordinary!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed brightly, and he suddenly rushed towards the broken sword.
Perhaps feeling Zhuo Wen's gaze, the broken sword actually turned this way, then turned back and quickly swept forward.
Just like a cat that steals something, when it turns around and sees its owner chasing after it, it immediately runs away.
"This guy... is so understanding of human nature, he is definitely not simple!"
Zhuo Wen became more and more certain that the broken sword was unusual, and quickly rushed away, trying to catch up with the broken sword.
But what surprised Zhuo Wen was that whenever he was about to catch up with the broken sword, the sword light storm around him suddenly came with terrifying tearing force, slowing down his speed.
After the broken sword swept forward for a certain distance, the tearing force disappeared again, and Zhuo Wen pursued it again.
Zhuo Wen always felt like this broken sword was playing tricks on him.
If this is really the case, wouldn't this broken sword be able to control the strength of the sword light storm? Then what is the origin of this broken sword?
"Xiao Hei, I leave the Broken Sword to you, can you subdue him?"
Zhuo Wen immediately summoned the Thunder Fire Sword, pointed forward to the broken sword that was slowly lurking in front, tempting Zhuo Wen to catch up and asked.
He knows that Xiao Hei likes to be a sword slave very much. Back then, the Blood Immortal and the Jidao Fire Sword were all turned into sword slaves by this guy.
Now this broken sword is unusual, maybe this guy will be interested in it.
"The weapon spirit of this Broken Sword is not low in intelligence. He actually knows how to play tricks on people. He really has the demeanor of my old master Long!"
Seeing that Xiao Hei did not answer Zhuo Wen's question, but was bragging, Zhuo Wen had a vein popping out on his forehead, and slapped him across the face, saying: "Hurry up and help me conquer that abominable broken sword. Stop whining."