Several masters of the Qing Dynasty's magical realm were uncertain. They had just sensed a hint of decline from the old Taoist body, and they couldn't help but cast questioning glances at Qing Ce. They shook their heads gently without thinking about the other person.

"Don't think about it. If you don't take action, you will die." Still hoarse, still, cherishing words like gold.

Li Ziran felt the aura of the old man next to him, which was rotten, decayed, and even had a hint of the stench of a mortal being dying.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his master's handsome, youthful appearance had returned to its old appearance, but this change was still deepening.

When the two of them landed in front of a small step on the hilt of the giant sword, the sword-like spine that seemed to never bend in its lifetime turned into a bow. It was difficult to even stand, and fell to the ground.

Li Ziran rarely lost his mind. Apart from teaching him how to practice, the old man rarely chatted. Among the few principles he taught, there was this one, the established numerology, either silence or draw the sword. Others were redundant.

At this time, he felt that what the master said was wrong. The world was not so simple.

"Ahem, haha, I think what I said is wrong."

The old man seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. His cloudy eyes showed kindness. He held a sword in one hand and stretched out his trembling hand towards Li Ziran.

"Master"

Li Ziran knelt down in front of the old man and stretched his head over.

"Pindao rarely talks nonsense in his life, but he only said a lot of things against your will, haha, you scoundrel, haha."

After a violent cough, the old man suddenly said in a deep voice:

"This Dao crown contains the entire inheritance of our sect, and also records all kinds of grievances and grievances. If you practice my Dao, you have to take over the cause and effect. Li Ziran, are you willing?"

"Disciple is willing!"

"The demon star is enchanting, and the immortal gate is hard to find. Zhang Wendao, the thirty-generation disciple of Jianmen Sect, has no merit and no virtue. He has lived for more than thirty years with his broken back, unable to kill the enemy. He died outside Jianmen Pass in this battle.

Eleventh generation disciple Li Ziran!"

After speaking, he took off his Taoist crown.

Li Ziran took it solemnly and put it into the spiritual platform.

"Haha, are you afraid of this mountain full of true mysteries and psychic powers?"

Zhang Wendao's face gradually became less gray, and actually showed some rosiness, and he happily chatted with Li Ziran.

"Old guy, I'm afraid, can you not die?"

"The first half of the sentence is right. You are right because you are so half-hearted. You can't be that brainless fool."

Li Ziran looked away and stopped talking.

"Don't worry, you are a scoundrel with poor qualifications, so I can only worry more. There is a linen sword technique in the linen clothes. Why do you need this crazy swordsmanship? You will know later."

The old man's tone was relaxed and he spoke very neatly, not as weakly as before.

"This road is called Jianmenguan. It is the road taken by those who want to win the sword. No one has walked it for many years. Haha, you kid didn't even move a finger and you became the first person in these hundreds of years.

"

Pointing to the inconspicuous little staircase, he said without any doubt: "Now follow my instructions, go through this sword gate, and when you encounter a small cave, go in and pull out a sword. The one you want most in your mind."

, don’t take too much, and go down the mountain immediately. The road behind is your own.”

After saying that, a breath pushed Li Ziran to the pass, and Li Ziran went down the stairs without looking back.

"Today, Pindao has been guarding Jianmen Pass for thirty years with the power of the Poxu Sword. He has reversed the mountain-protecting formation. All monks above the level of magical power are not allowed to leave the mountain, otherwise the sword will kill three souls. Remember, there will be someone to blame for my Heart Sect's account.

You will settle the matter later, hahaha, go ahead!"

An old man holding a sword, a surge of sword power, and a sudden change in the situation.

Zhang Wendao died.

Li Ziran flew along the stone steps,

People always think that they are fully prepared. However, from the foot of the mountain to this moment, everything is so unreal that he is unwilling to admit it.

In the end, he was the one who resisted everything. Ridiculing to comfort himself, Li Ziran paid attention to the mountain wall he passed. The old man specifically confessed before he died that this must be a very important thing.

The moment you go up the mountain, the road down the mountain seems to have no end. The entire sword pavilion is enveloped by the reversed mountain guarding formation. There is only Jianmen Pass to go, and the mysterious energy is suppressed by the ubiquitous sword force, so the speed of rushing is naturally fast.

Not going anywhere.

Suppressing his sadness, Li Ziran forced himself to analyze everything that happened today.

Thirty years ago, there was a conspiracy. The old man was supposed to be in another heart sect of Jiange, but he was killed by the current branch of Jiange. He deliberately set up a trap to let the old man go. It seems that there is another martial uncle. I don’t know.

Did he have other plans or did he slip through the net just to supplement his own skills?

I never expected that the old man whose Changsheng Bridge was shattered would be so amazing and talented. He took half a step to reverse the situation. But in the end, the blow that exhausted all Poxu's power failed to knock out the Taixiang.

If you beat him to death, you can only reverse the formation.

Thinking of Xiang Tai'a, Li naturally couldn't help but have a headache. This old guy was not given for nothing. He was only one step away from Po Xu. Po Xu's move only sealed him and could not kill him. The most terrifying thing was the demonic energy.

It was unheard of for him to be afraid of him. This made Li Ziran feel like there was a sharp sword hanging above his head.

Needless to say, the first thing this old guy did when he came out was to break out of the formation and kill himself.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but touch the small leather bag on my waist. It contained the coarse linen clothes that my master gave me. It must be extraordinary to grab something in that kind of battle situation. After leaving this place, let's take a look at what's in here.

What a mystery.

Just when I thought of this, there was no way forward, and I suddenly stopped. I saw a dark hole on a huge rock next to me. There was also a broken wooden sign hanging on the hole that seemed to be about to fall down at any time, which read "Sword".

The word "tomb".

Zhang Wendao rolled his eyes again. There was no way to avoid this inevitable path. He had wasted a long time in vain.

Snapping his fingers, a cluster of fire lit up on his fingertips. Li Ziran stepped into the small cave, while the sword pill in his right hand was spinning. This is the way for a person who destroys a place to win, and he does not

I think the people in Jiange are kind-hearted people who eat fast and chant Buddha's name. As a dignified Zhenxuan monk, I don't want to capsize in the gutter. No, it should be Li Daoye and Zhenren Li now.

Li Dazhen carefully inspected everything in the cave, including traps, flying swords, poison gas, and formations. There was nothing there, only a long brick road with two people walking side by side, with swords on both sides.

In addition to the road, this hole with a radius of tens of feet is filled with various swords on the ground, on the walls, and on the top of the cave three feet high. And each one exudes its own aura.

, obviously they are not ordinary iron swords.

Gudong, Li Ziran couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. If he took all this away, and then spent thirty years in seclusion, practicing the Ten Thousand Swords Gui Clan, all of which were magic weapon-level swords, then the world would be in trouble.

Go ahead.

While he was dreaming about spring and autumn dreams, he let go of his senses, and suddenly everything in the cave appeared in detail.

Countless long swords exude colorful auras, some are cold, some are obscure, some are fiery, and some are gentle. It feels like entering the Chunxiao Tower.

Li Daguan couldn't help but have such an illusion. It's not a girl... Bah, it's not that the immortal swordsmen are not good enough, it's that I am really a dedicated and beautiful Taoist man! Hey, that's the hardest thing to bear.

"Ding dong" At this moment, a drop of water fell from in front of Li Ziran, causing a splash on the ground.

His consciousness was focused towards his head, and there was nothing but the ceiling of the cave.

This is impossible. All the five elements of Qi in the cave have been swallowed up completely by the long sword with corresponding attributes. Not to mention a drop of water, even a gust of wind cannot fly out of the cave.

There was a moment of suspicion in his heart. Although he did not sense any danger, there must be a demon in this abnormal display of weakness. It was either a big danger or a big opportunity.

He was no longer anxious, and just sat cross-legged on the spot. Anyway, Jiange wouldn't be able to jump up for a while. He wanted to see what was going on.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Li Ziran just sat on the edge of the puddle of water, motionless.

"Ding dong"

Here it comes! Li Ziran opened his eyes suddenly, and the huge pressure of the Zhenxuan realm suddenly closed three feet above his head. Gradually, the outline of a long sword was outlined.

Hehe, he took action, and the invisible sword whose existence could only be felt fell into his palm. At the same time, it also showed its true appearance.

The silver-iron-colored sword hilt was wrapped with the skin of an unknown animal. It was astringent but soft, and exuded a slight chill. It actually made Li Ziran's spirit stand clear for a while, and the consciousness that had been highly concentrated for just half an hour suddenly burst out.

easy.

The blade of the sword is long and straight, with a distance of four feet, and is sunken in the middle. There are dense patterns on the inside, which does not look like a man-made formation.

What surprised him the most was that the closer the sword was to the blades on both sides, the blurrier it became. In the end, except for ripples like water waves, it became transparent. Even Li Ziran, who was holding the hilt of the sword,

You can only know where the edge of the sword is by relying on the feeling conveyed.

This is probably the reason why I couldn't sense this sword just now.

Found a treasure!

He couldn't help but flick the sword with his finger, and let out a burst of laughter.

"Ding dong" The clear sound of water droplets falling into the water made Li Ziran laugh even more wildly.

"Baby, how about you call me Dingdong from now on, follow me, and I'll give you all the hot and spicy food, how about you!"

"Ding dong" The sword trembled slightly and made a ding dong sound on its own.
Chapter completed!