Chapter 31: The Cemetery of Heaven and Man (Five)

The gray sword energy, as dense as raindrops, the attack power of each sword energy is no less than the full-strength attack of an ordinary master of the Soul Condensation Realm. These sword energy hit the light curtain with a force of pounding force, splashing ripples.

At the same time, Han Li and Tang Kui also happened to walk out of the valley exit. When they saw the sword energy that was like raining in the sky, Tang Kui quickly sacrificed the already broken jade pendant and protected it together with Han Li.

Tang Kui's jade pendant and Wu Zun's jade plaque are both fifth-grade treasures. Although they have strong defenses, they consume a lot of soul power. Seeing that the gray sword rain has been going on, there is no sign of stopping, the two of them can only hold on to the treasures and return to the valley when their soul power is exhausted.

When returning to the valley, Chen Fan glanced deep in the cemetery, but saw nearly twenty flashing lights coming here. Obviously, those cultivators who entered early could not resist the power of the sword rain and wanted to retreat to the valley.

After entering the valley, he heard a "click" sound. Tang Kui's jade pendant that had been broken by Chen Fan was completely damaged, which made Tang Kui feel very distressed. After all, the value of the fifth-grade treasure is very precious even for the sixth-grade Yuling Sect.

He looked at Chen Fan with a calm expression, and Tang Kui sat cross-legged under Han Li's protection to restore his consumed soul power.

Although Wu Zun's jade token was not damaged, the jade-white light was already extremely dim. Wu Zun's face turned a little pale due to the large amount of soul power consumption.

"With me here, don't worry about restoring your soul power." Chen Fan looked at Han Li not far away and spoke slowly, revealing his arrogant confidence in his words.

He looked at Chen Fan deeply, Wu Zun nodded, then sat cross-legged, took out a clear-colored soul-recovering pill from the storage bag, and began to recover his soul power. He believed that with Chen Fan's strength, none of the other twenty people entering the cemetery were his one-union enemy.

In the quiet valley, after a moment, more than a dozen figures appeared one by one. It was the group of cultivators who had entered the cemetery early. They saw that all of them were injured and their soul power was almost exhausted. As for some people who had not returned, they must have died in the endless gray sword rain.

Everyone had a very tacit understanding with each other and did not disturb them. Except for Chen Fan and Han Li, the rest of the people sat cross-legged and seized the time to recover their soul power. The gray sword rain outside lingered in everyone's hearts like a dark cloud.

About an hour later, the young monks from various major forces recovered their soul power and frowned one by one, as if they were at a loss for the sword rain outside.

After a while of silence, a young man wearing a white robe and a silver-white sword embroidered on his chest slowly walked out of the crowd and said, "We only have three days in Zhou Tai of the Xuantian Sect, so I hope that all my colleagues can work together to deal with the sword rain in this cemetery."

After hearing this, everyone was stunned, and someone said, "Since Brother Zhou's words, how should we walk through the sword rain? Although we have more or less life-saving treasures given by our predecessors in our hands, the sword rain is so powerful that everyone must have seen it."

Hearing this man say this, everyone nodded, and everyone's eyes gathered at Zhou Tai, wanting to see what he could do.

Zhou Tai seemed to smile confidently and said, "Although this sword rain is powerful, its attack power is only equivalent to the attack of a cultivator who has great soul condensation. It is not difficult for us. It is mainly the consumption of the treasures in our hands. Therefore, the solution is to let us take turns using the soul power to control the treasures. Although the method is simple, it requires the trust of our colleagues."

As soon as this said, everyone was silent again. Everyone present understood in their hearts that the purpose of coming to this cemetery was the possible inheritance of heaven and man. It was very likely that they would be hostile to each other, or even kill each other in the end. It was obviously impossible to trust each other.

However, without this method, it would be impossible for these people to pass through this sword rain with their cultivation level at the peak of soul condensation.

Chen Fan has always watched coldly at everything that happened in front of him. Although the gray sword rain outside made these cultivators of major forces fear it, it was very simple for Chen Fan to go out.

The attack of a cultivator in the realm of Condensing Soul-Condensing Great Souls could not break the immortal body of Chen Fan, which is equivalent to the sixth-level divine weapon. He only needed to protect Wu Zun, and Chen Fan could take him over without any harm.

Wu Zun looked at Chen Fan with a side face, but could not see anything from Chen Fan's eyes. Wu Zun was a little moved by Zhou Tai's suggestion. Even if these people disagree, he was going to find Zhou Tai to break through this sword rain in private.

Unexpectedly, after everyone thought for a while, everyone agreed to Zhou Tai's proposal. As for whether these people trusted so much in their hearts, it made everyone feel suspicious.

Zhou Tai naturally thought of this, but saw that his originally smiling face suddenly became serious and said to everyone: "Zhou is talking ugly words ahead here. If anyone misses a big deal before breaking out of the sword rain and makes all colleagues take risks, everyone will work together to kill this person. When you walk out of the sword rain, as for what you have to do, Zhou will naturally not ask about it at all, can you?"

Everyone nodded, after all, now, this is the only way to get everyone into the cemetery, and no one wants to lose this opportunity.

Among the more than 20 people, the highest level of treasure in the hands of Zhou Tai of Xuantian Sect was a sixth-grade defensive treasure Xuantian Bell. Everyone surrounded Zhou Tai in the center. Zhou Tai injected his soul power into the treasure, and a golden light curtain enveloped the people, and then walked out of the valley.

The gray sword rain was still falling, endless. Looking up, I couldn't even see where the end was. When would I leave the area covered by the sword rain? The sword light hit the golden light shield and made a banging sound. The bigger the light shield, the more attacks it would bear. Every step, Zhou Tai's face would look ugly.

As the number one master of the younger generation of the seventh-grade Xuantian Sect, Zhou Tai naturally had many top-quality elixirs in his hand. He sometimes took out the elixirs from the storage bag and threw them into his mouth without any pain. However, even so, the recovery of soul power was not as fast as it was consumed.

After more than half an hour, Zhou Tai finally felt a little exhausted and immediately spoke to his fellow disciple behind him: "Junior brother help me take it, I want to restore my soul power."

After the man responded, he replaced Zhou Tai's position and supported the consumption of Xuantian Bell. Zhou Tai took a step back, put a pill in his mouth, and followed the steps of everyone and began to restore his soul power.
Chapter completed!