Chapter seven hundred and seventy-eight, the day of the sword
Everyone entered the sword washing pool.
It was an extremely wide sword field.
The thousand-foot silver waterfall hangs down, surging Peng Bai.
The roar was deafening.
The terrifying sword intent is nurturing, as if it has infinite vitality.
The huge sword field, which is ten miles apart, is surrounded by a towering mountain wall, with countless mottled sword marks engraved on it, as if telling an ancient legendary story.
Of course, what shocks the most is the sword in the scene.
Ten thousand swords aim at the sky.
The stern sword energy seemed to pierce the sky.
Swords are everywhere.
The surging spiritual energy washed away these swords as the silver waterfall fell, gradually giving them spirituality.
The sword washing pool has existed for more than tens of thousands of years.
Naturally, countless spiritual swords have been nurtured. Even the ordinary iron swords have been baptized by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and they will also turn into spiritual swords, let alone top divine treasures.
However, the aura of the entire sword pool was melted into one, and the grade of these swords could not be distinguished at all.
This is the meaning of the sword washing pool.
The long years have nurtured too many powerful spiritual swords.
The existence of these swords also caused great interference, making it difficult to find a truly good sword.
If the monks of the Sword Sect enter the sword washing pool, if they can get the recognition of the spiritual sword, they can sense where the sword they need is.
As for outsiders, there is no way.
Especially non-sword cultivators.
"There are at least a million swords, and they are all spiritual swords." The ancestor Yuanhua shook his head: "It's really worthy of being the Sword Sect. This foundation is really shocking."
For the Sword Sect, its foundation is not a powerful formation, a large number of spirit stones and elixirs, nor is it a few old seniors who are surviving.
But these countless spiritual swords.
The Sword Sect is dedicated to the sword.
Most of the time, I spent warming my natal sword, honing my sword intent, and relying on things like spiritual elixir skills, so sword cultivators are often extremely powerful.
There is not a reason why there are so few people but they can be among the top ten sects.
"It's a pity that this foundation cannot help them escape the danger of destruction." Qingxia said coldly from the side.
She didn't have much affection for the Sword Sect.
The people who chased her were also from the Sword Sect.
The ancestor Yuanhua shook his head: "That is, the people from the Sword Sect were confused. The fusion monks came out in full swing, but were taken away by that boy Jiang Chen. As long as there was a fusion monk here, the Sword Sect could be as stable as Mount Tai."
"Why is this?" Lin Xi was surprised.
"At the realm of fusion, the body is in harmony with heaven and earth, and you can control the power of heaven and earth. The sword cultivation of the Sword Sect has reached this level, and it is almost the same as ten thousand swords to surrender. In addition, the Sword Sect has a method to control ten thousand swords, if there is one
When foreign enemies attack, only one person needs to control the millions of spirit swords in the sword washing pond. At that time, millions of spirit swords will come out together, and even the saints will have to retreat when they come."
The Yuanhua ancestor was sighing, probably because he had seen such a scene back then.
Only the fusion sword cultivator can do this.
Although it costs a lot, it is enough for everyone to dare not act rashly.
Of course, this is only limited to someone coming to attack the Sword Sect.
Because it is too much to control so many spiritual swords, because all spiritual swords need to be nourished by the sword washing pool, you cannot leave the sword washing pool for too long.
The spiritual power consumed by controlling the millions of spiritual swords is a huge amount, and even the fusion monk can only support it for a moment at most.
Therefore, relying on this method to attack other forces is simply a dream.
After hearing the explanation from the ancestor Yuanhua, Lin Xi couldn't help swallowing.
Millions of spirit swords come out together?
This scene is enough to make people frightened just by thinking about it.
"But now this is ours." Lin Xi smiled.
The ancestor Yuanhua was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "Yes, it's ours."
So many spiritual swords should be such a huge fortune.
Maybe there is a spiritual treasure-level sword that has not been taken away yet.
The spirit sword shines with light.
Lin Xi stepped forward and wanted to pick up the nearest spiritual sword in front of him and look at it, but he didn't expect that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out of the sword pool.
"Strange." Lin Xi used his martial arts and his whole body burst out with vitality. The energy that was enough to move a hill was released.
But the sword in front of me still remained motionless.
"Can I just happened to choose a proud spirit sword?"
Then Lin Xi tried to draw other spiritual swords.
But the results are all the same.
All can't be taken away.
"How could this happen?" Lin Xi was surprised.
Qingxia obviously knows the Sword Sect very well and explained: "The spiritual sword was born from the sword washing pool. Unless it is recognized, it will not be taken away any spiritual sword."
You must be recognized by the spirit sword in order to get the sword that suits you the most suitable sword from the sword washing pool.
For the sword cultivator.
A suitable sword is more important than a powerful sword.
"Then wouldn't we come here for nothing?" Lin Xi sighed.
Qingxia thought for a while and said, "Maybe it can be like the Yaochi Fairy Pond, sending someone to guard this place first, and if you need a spiritual sword, you will come and get it."
"I'm afraid it won't work." The ancestor Yuanhua shook his head.
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
The ancestor Yuanhua explained: "It is difficult to get the recognition of the spiritual sword if it is not a sword cultivator. Besides, the spiritual sword has a spirit, and maybe Bai Wanjian will fly away one day."
It would be heartbreaking if so many spiritual swords fly away.
These spiritual swords absorb the power of heaven and earth and the sword intent of sword cultivators of all dynasties. It is normal to have spirituality, and it is normal to resist outsiders.
Lin Xi gritted his teeth: "Then it seems there is only one way."
"What's the solution?" Zi Yue asked.
"Destroy the sword wash pool!"
Everyone was shocked.
Even Qingxia's face showed some disbelief.
"Yes, destroy it." Lin Xi said seriously: "I'm not kidding, nor am I losing my temper and making harsh words. Only by destroying the sword washing pool can we take all these spiritual swords away."
Everyone thought about it carefully and found that this method is indeed OK.
Although it sounds a bit crazy, this is the only way.
The sword washing pool is integrated, and the spiritual swords here can be said to be part of the sword washing pool, so it is difficult for outsiders to take them away. If the sword washing pool is destroyed, there will naturally be no such trouble.
"Then these spiritual swords will not be able to improve themselves in the future." Zi Yue said.
"Although it's a pity, it's much better than returning home empty-handed." Lin Xi smiled and said, "Isn't it?"
Of course it's the problem.
Everyone looked at the sword washing pool.
The Sword Sect, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, was destroyed.
The holy land in the heart of the sword cultivator in the world will no longer exist today.
Then Qingxia, Tian Yao Zhenjun, and Yuanhua Ancestor took action together. In an instant, the sky was dim and the earth was dark, the silver waterfall was cut off, and the vast sword intent was shattered into nothingness.
No matter how magical the sword wash pool is, it is still a dead thing.
Where can I resist the joint attack of the three fusion monks?
Rumble ~~
The sword washing pool began to shake violently.
The Million Spirit Swords buzzed and trembled.
The deafening sound of the sword resounded between heaven and earth, as if it was a mourning sound.
This day.
All the swords of spirits in the world are sobbing.
Later generations called it: The Sword is Difficult.