I have inherited the supreme Taoism

Hu~hu~

The strong wind inside Wanjian Burial Hall was blowing wildly, seeming to show the danger to the world and warning outsiders not to trespass into this forbidden area.

At this time, Chen Xuan was holding on to the cliff with both hands and slowly climbing down. The strong wind coming from below made his skin hurt.

The three-turn golden body started to move automatically, firmly protecting the body surface, and Chen Xuan also accelerated his climb down.

But as he climbed down, the strong wind seemed to become stronger. Even with the blessing of the three-turn golden body, blood marks appeared on his body.

Although each injury was not serious, the accumulation of thousands of injuries turned the whole person into a bloody man.

With the dual effects of tearing the skin and repairing the injury, this sour feeling made him enjoy it even more.

Half an hour later, he finally climbed to the bottom of the pit. At this time, he was no longer the handsome young man he was before.

The embroidered robes on his body turned into tattered cloth, and his whole body was covered with blood. At this time, Chen Xuan looked more like a beggar, showing his utter embarrassment.

However, after experiencing the tempering of Gang Feng, he felt that the strength of his skin had increased significantly. It seemed that his three-turn golden body did not reach its limit after becoming a master, but could be tempered repeatedly. Make your body stronger.

After reaching the bottom of the pit, the strong wind dissipated. Chen Xuan stepped on the solid ground and chuckled secretly, "This feeling of being down to earth is still reassuring."

Chen Xuan looked around. There were broken or damaged spiritual swords that had lost their spirituality and were stuck on the ground everywhere.

When he walked to these abandoned spiritual swords, a feeling of sadness filled his heart, which also made Chen Xuan feel the tragedy of the original war between humans and demons.

The sword was already covered with mottled rust. If you stretched out your finger and touched it lightly, the rusty sword turned into powder and flew away with the strong wind.

Chen Xuan quickly retracted his fingers and did not dare to touch them again. These swords could only simply maintain their shape. Once they were touched, one sword would be missing.

This kind of scene should continue to be preserved, it is the only sign of the martyrs left in the world, until it dissipates on its own, perhaps a hundred years later...

Chen Xuan continued to walk forward, and the integrity of the buried swords improved, and their quality gradually improved. Some of them were even glowing with spiritual light, and there were monuments erected next to the swords.

"Dragon chanting sword, the sword that the sword king Huangfu Dou had equipped before his life, killed three demon kings in the battle between humans and demons, and died of exhaustion."

"Qingfeng Sword, Wu Qingfeng, the sword king of the kendo family, used his extreme speed to rescue captured humans from the demons many times, and finally died in the demon trap."

"Tai Chi Sword, an irregular sword Xiuma package, Hunyuan sect sword master, one hand of yin and yang swordsmanship contains the three charms of receiving, transforming and releasing. It has extremely strong defensive capabilities. It is one of the few who survived the war between humans and demons. The strong man, after the war is over, leave the sword here to inspire future generations."

......

After passing these sword tombs, what appeared in front of us was a huge stone with several large characters engraved on it: The burial ground of thousands of swords ahead. Once you enter, life or death is unpredictable.

Looking behind, there are thousands of swords left behind by countless powerful unknown sword cultivators during their lifetimes. The ferocious aura and sharp aura emitted from them have been fused together, condensing into substance, like a sword hanging high in the air. The sword of sanction will fall without hesitation once there is an intruder.

But Chen Xuan was not afraid at all. After standing there and bowing three times to the swords, he took a big step forward.

But the moment he walked in, his face changed drastically. He felt as if his sea of ​​consciousness had been hit hard. He spit out a mouthful of blood and was knocked backwards.

Chen Xuan looked pale, propped himself up, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Cough! Cough! Is this the real Burial of Ten Thousand Swords? This kind of power is really terrifying."