In the deepest part of the Wanling Mountains, there are three tall peaks that reach straight into the sky.
Three mountain peaks stand side by side, with a distance of more than tens of feet from each other. Every morning and evening, clouds and mist surround the sky here.
Silk-like clouds gather and linger on the tops of the three peaks. Several beautiful buildings and jade buildings located at the top of the mountains are sometimes wrapped in these mysterious floating clouds, and sometimes reveal their magnificent true appearance.
The middle mountain among the three peaks, pushing aside the clouds and mist at the top, looked at the palace made of spiritual jade bricks, thousand-year-old green wood, and countless jade bricks and stone walls worth thousands of gold.
A square formation of women danced on the bright red carpet.
Several young women are graceful and graceful, their arms are turned like flying phoenixes, their feet are like swimming dragons, and their mouths are whispering like nightingales.
In front of this group of singing and dancing women, there is a jade platform. On the jade platform, covered by white gauze, a woman lying lazily on a mat is admiring the scene in front of her.
She raised the corner of her mouth and asked a girl standing beside the jade platform:
"Is that boy you talk about... really so interesting?"
The lazy but charming voice floated out from the white gauze, like a wisp of smoke, flowing into everyone's ears.
The slim girl kept her bow, and when she heard the question, she slowly raised her head, her eyes under her willow eyebrows calmly but seriously looking at the person on the jade platform.
"Before returning to the mountain, I went to the city and asked around. To be able to go from the early stage of the body tempering stage to the perfection of the Qi gathering stage within half a year, and to be able to use a spiritual formation that is very close to the star level, I must have gotten some kind of opportunity."
The woman on the jade platform pursed her lips slightly when she heard this and smiled.
To be able to advance to two major realms in just half a year, and not even innate Yuan Ti... it must have been a great opportunity. Either he found the cave of an immortal, or he received guidance from an expert.
"That's very good...Your Master Wan's condition is getting worse now, so I'm afraid that matter will have to be brought forward again."
"Only if he continues to maintain this momentum, maybe he can catch up..."
Immediately afterwards there was a burst of ethereal chuckles, echoing throughout the palace.
Looking down from directly above the palace, on the floor made of jade, there was a sword with a pink blade and a snow-white hilt printed on the ground.
Six women are dancing on the pattern on the sword body.
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Returning to the top of Luyan Peak, Du Jia stood outside the Lingjian Hall, slightly raising his head and looking at the idle clouds on the horizon.
Another stick of incense passed by, and he couldn't help but frown his eyebrows. He held one hand on the hilt of the sword, and the cloth boots on the ground shook from time to time.
"This kid has been in here for half an hour, and he still hasn't picked out a good sword?"
"You have to remember that I was only there for a cup of tea."
While thinking about it, Du Jia had an impatient but helpless expression on his face.
Watching the sun begin to set slowly in the horizon, he smacked his lips and cursed secretly.
"If I don't come out, I will miss my date with Shi'er!"
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At this moment, inside the Spirit Sword Hall.
Walking in the dark corridor lit by torches, Su Xing felt that the road under his feet was very long.
From the moment he walked in, he felt that the interior of the Lingjian Hall was much larger than it looked.
Half an hour ago, when he entered the door, he saw dozens of spiritual swords of different colors and lengths hanging neatly on the wall. But just as he reached out to touch the blades of those swords and experience the texture,
The jade pendant on his chest suddenly glowed with light.
Immediately afterwards, a divine power that Su Xing was very familiar with flew out from the jade pendant with the emperor's symbol, and flew straight towards the long corridor in front of him, regardless of Su Xing's movements.
The two sides of the corridor were covered with torches, and there were many stone doors on the stone walls. He tried to open one of them, and a room filled with spiritual swords of different shapes like the entrance door was revealed.
Under the guidance of Emperor Yueling's soul power, Su Xing walked into this house to take a look, and then went to that house to take a look.
Every time you walk into a room, the power of the divine soul will fly into the blade of one of the spiritual swords. However, in no more than a stick of incense, the power of the divine soul will fly out and lead Su Xing towards the next room.
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Gradually, the two of them have been wandering around this Spirit Sword Hall for less than half an hour. Even Su Xing, who was very patient on the road of cultivation, felt a little tired for a while.
Firstly, he didn't know what his master was looking for, and secondly, he had been walking here for too long and saw too many swords, which made him feel aesthetic fatigue for a while.
When he first came in, Su Xing, who was full of curiosity, looked left and right. He saw a spiritual sword with a blade that was only a few inches short, and also saw an ancient sword that exuded an old aura.
But as his curiosity was gradually filled, he felt as if he had seen all the spiritual swords in the world, and no matter what he saw again, it would be no surprise.
And when his steps gradually became slower and his mood became more and more depressed, the invisible power of the soul flew out from the spiritual sword in front of Su Xing, but it did not fly to the next place, but was suspended on the sword.
over the sky.
"oh?"
The strange power of the soul made Su Xing curious. When he came back to his senses, he noticed that he was standing in an inconspicuous corner of the room.
But when Su Xing's eyes fell on this spiritual sword, the corners of his eyes twitched, with a look of surprise on his face.
He had seen at least hundreds of various spirit swords in this Spirit Sword Hall, not to mention thousands, but the one in front of him was different from all the previous spirit swords.
Just because this sword has rusted away.
Whether it is the scabbard or the hilt, traces of rust are clearly visible.
Su Xing reached out and pulled the sword out of its scabbard, only to see that the seven-foot-long sword was also covered with rust.
"Who would have known that there is a rusty spiritual sword placed in this Spirit Sword Hall?"
"I'm afraid this is the spiritual sword that Mr. Du Jia said was passed down from our ancestors."
"It's just..." Su Xing frowned as if thinking of something, and stroked the sword body with his hand, "Since it is already a spiritual sword, why is it still rusty?"
He couldn't help but think of the introduction to weapons in the world in the book "Qi".
Weapons, like elixirs, also have good or bad grades. Weapons from all directions are divided into mortal spirits, and mortal weapons generally refer to weapons that can be used by secular people.
Spiritual weapons, on the other hand, specifically refer to weapons that only those with martial arts skills can exert their full power.
On top of spiritual weapons, there are also things called fairy weapons, but even in the book on magical weapons, there is not much introduction to fairy weapons.
Spiritual weapons are often made by excellent weapon refiners and forged from rare ores, and generally do not rust easily. Just like all the spiritual swords he has seen in the Spirit Sword Hall before, they are all in perfect condition.
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"this……"
Su Xing immediately looked at the label under the wooden stand where the sword was placed. This kind of place usually had the name and introduction of the sword written on it.
But the words on the label couldn't help but surprise him again.
"The Nameless Sword."
I saw four boys writing crookedly on the wooden sign. I am afraid that even the person who wrote these four words looked down upon this sword.
"You have no name, and your appearance is very ordinary. No wonder the disciples of the Sword Sect are unwilling to choose you as a weapon."
Su Xing said in an emotional tone, gently stroking the Nameless Sword with a pair of hands as white as jade.
But at this moment, the power of the divine soul suspended in front of him suddenly flew into the spiritual sword in Su Xing's hand again.
After a few breaths, the jade pendant on Su Xing's chest lit up, and a sentence immediately appeared in his mind.