Ji Tuokou touched her head and mouth and said, "I think there should be no problem with the hill."
Ji Ruxue floated to the top of the mountain and said softly, "The hill will be fine. We also need to step up our practice and strive to enter the Du Jie period before the hill comes back, otherwise we will become a drag on the hill sooner or later."
Floating Lingtian Jianfeng Square
Ling Tian Jianzu sat cross-legged.
Sun Hao flew to his side with his arms gently unfolded and said softly, "Master, I’m coming."
Ling Tianjianzu opened his eyes. "Are you ready?"
Sun Hao smiled and said, "All right, master, please."
Ling Tian Jianzu nodded and got up and continued to fly away.
There is a huge shadow on the vertically suspended Lingtianjian Mountain, but there seems to be a burst of Yin qi blowing from the side.
Woo-hoo wind is like a monk unwilling to sing an ancient song, which is distant and bitter.
Two dark mounds, which are not very tall, bare and without a trace of weeds, are like two small bags of raised Lingtian Jianfeng bases.
Two mounds rise opposite each other to form a doorway.
A blue sword
Three-foot-long and three-foot-wide sword quietly suspended two mounds.
The sword body is engraved with two ancient seal characters "Sword Tomb" that look long and vicissitudes.
Next to it, a few rows of fine print were engraved: "People have fallen into the grave; Although people walk for a long time; After a hundred years of life, the sword has fallen to the end of the world. "
Walking into the sword burial, Sun Hao’s sword box, agarwood sword ding, uttered a crisp sword sound and flew out automatically. Sun Hao’s head was holding the sword mans as if he were very afraid of this sword burial sword in front of him.
Sun Hao stretched out his hand and gently held the agarwood sword, holding the sword in both hands and facing the sword burial. Lang said devoutly, "Today, Sun Hao, the younger brother of Ling Tianjian School, wants to go into the sword burial. With the help of all of you, Ling Tianjian’s predecessors, the heroic spirit is firm but gentle, so please let the agarwood enter the tomb …"
The huge sword body of the sword tomb seems to understand and slowly rotates, and a cyan light gate is gradually generated in two mounds with the rotation of the sword body.
Ling Tianjian’s face sank like water in front of the light door and said softly, "Once I open the entrance of the light door, it means that I have to throw in a peerless sword, and once you go in, it will take a hundred years to get out of the sword grave. If you fail to come out in a hundred years, you have to wait for the second hundred years."
Sun Hao nodded and said, "My brother will never give up until he has learned from his master. My brother will unswervingly complete the condensation for several hundred years."
Ling Tianjian Zu nodded. "I know that you are determined, but Shen Xiang will not advise you any more. But don’t look at the surface of the sword burial, but you don’t know how vast it is. No one has ever entered Ling Tianjian Tomb since it was built. Although you are refined and refined, you must not be careless and careful."
Sun Hao nodded. "Master, open the door. I’m ready."
Ling Tianjian Zu fluttered his arms back and flew out a golden flying sword, holding a sword in his hands and devoting himself slightly to the sword burial. Lang said, "Ling Tianjian sent the 1,732nd generation swordsmen to welcome the sword burial to open the door, and sent his younger brother Sun Hao Sun Chenxiang to refine the peerless sword bone and strengthen me Ling Tianwei." The golden flying sword rushed into the blue light door with a golden light.
There are ripples in the light door, and the golden color gradually spreads to form a golden sword. Ling Tianjian Zushen said, "Aquilaria can go in."
Sun Hao took a step towards Ling Tian Jianzu, devoting himself slightly, and walked in to Jin Jian in no hurry. He said very sincerely, "If something happens to Ling Tian during the period when Master’s brother is refining his sword bones, please hold back everything and wait for his brother to come back …"
Ling Tianjianzu said, "I know what to do. You go."
Sun Hao held aloes sword and bowed to Ling Tianjian Zu San, and his body slowly merged into Jin Jian.
Corleone’s body disappeared. At this moment, Jin Jian boom was scattered. Ling Tianjian’s ancestors were hit hard, poof, spit out one mouthful blood and sat down on the ground.
Astonished, I suddenly found a blue air rush from the sword burial.
Very fast, the root of the naked eye can’t see Ling Tianjianfeng. This obscure and inexplicable airflow rushed through the sword tomb and stopped at Ling Tianjianfeng.
If I hadn’t witnessed and felt Ling Tianjian Zugen personally, I wouldn’t have found a strange thing on Ling Tianjian’s head.
After a long time, the sword burial returned to normal.
Lingtian Jianzu looked up at the sky but vaguely found that the sky somehow gasified a shape sword and enveloped the whole Lingtian Jianpai.
Sword burial can’t be lightly lifted!
What does this overhead sword represent? Ling Tian Jianzu looked up at the sky and was stupefied.
Chapter DiYiLiuYi sword burial in three hundred
What’s in the sword tomb?
No swordsmen have ever been in before, and there is very little information
However, there must be one thing in the data recording sword burial, that is, firm but gentle is unwilling to last forever.