Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

The Sword Tomb is the Sacred Land of the Sword Building. Even the disciples of the thirty-sixth floor are not qualified to enter.

Only the disciples of the landlords of each building, as well as some real elites, can enter the sword mound and find a suitable inheritance of their own swordsmanship there.

Mo Que is neither a disciple of the thirty-sixth floor nor a disciple of any of the landlords, so he is not qualified to enter the sword tomb.

However, in the end, the first owner nodded and agreed, and on this condition, he retrieved the seven swords left by Yao Lao.

"This is the Sword Tomb!" Yao Lao took Mo Que to a valley.

Standing in Taniguchi, Mo Que could feel the bones in his body trembling, and the Sword Qi in the bones echoed the Wan Jian in the sword mound.

"In the sword mound, there are ten thousand swords buried, and each sword is a kind of kendo inheritance!"

Yao Lao said with an expressionless face: "You have excellent talent and a high-quality character, but there are thousands of swords in the valley, but only if you find that one, I will really teach you Martial Dao! If you can't find it, it is Martial Dao! Dao deserves it."

Mo Que knew at this time that Martial Dao in Yao Lao's mouth was the way to refine the body.

The ancient Practitioner, tempering the physical body, believed that the strength of the physical body is the foundation, and all external forces are false.

He nodded, stopped talking, and stepped into the valley.

"Is this the sword grave?"

I saw that the valley was full of swords, some of which were rusted, some had been broken, and the number was as numerous as stars in the sky.

"Um?"

As soon as Mo Que entered this place, he felt that several swords began to vibrate, resonating with the Sword Qi in his bones.

"These swords may match the Sword Qi in my bones, but they must not be the swords that Yao Lao said!"

In today's world, Martial Dao is gone, and it is rare to meet a Yao Lao who cultivates this way, and Mo Que naturally doesn't want to miss it.

Although the mysterious voice in his head said that there is another way that has never been seen before, the premise is that he can cultivate his flesh and bone to the extreme and reach the Four Extreme Realm in Martial Dao. Only then can he enter this way.

And since that day, after telling him about it, the voice has not appeared again.

Stepping on the swords, Mo Que had no idea which sword Yao Lao was talking about.

During this time, several long swords revived, revealing an extremely powerful Sword intent, causing the surrounding swords to tremble, as if surrendering.

The inheritance of the sword mound will take the initiative to choose the successor. These powerful Sword intents all think that Mo Que is qualified to inherit them.

However, Mo Que remained unmoved, did not draw his sword, and continued forward.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Mo Que saw a rusted iron sword.

It was pitch black, like a piece of coal, stuck on the ground, only showing half of the sword body, there was no powerful Sword intent in it, and it looked extremely inconspicuous.

But when Mo Que saw this sword, he somehow felt familiar.

"Buzz!"

He reached out and stroked the sword, only to feel that the sword was extremely thick, and there was a hot breath in it, which made the familiar feeling clearer.

"This feeling is very similar to the Sun Sword intent on Wujian Cliff. Could it be left by this sword?"

Mo Que stroked the body of the sword, only to feel the heat in the sword getting stronger, and the familiar feeling became more and more obvious.

"Since I have practiced Sun Sword, if the Sun Sword intent is really left behind by this sword, it is my best choice!"

Mo Que didn't know if the broken sword was the one that Yao Lao said, but he didn't hesitate too much, grabbed the hilt and started to draw the sword!

When he drew the sword, he realized that the sword was extremely heavy, like a mountain, firmly planted on the ground, hard to shake!

It also seems that it is unwilling to surrender to others and does not want to be pulled away. "Sun Sword intent!" Mo Que used Sword Qi in his bones to cast the Sun Sword intent.

Immediately, the iron sword, which was originally black and rusted, turned into a fiery red color, and it was no longer firm and began to loosen.

"Get up!" With a roar, Mo Que ran the Sun Sword intent with all his strength, and finally with a bang, he pulled the sword out of the ground.

However, this was actually a broken sword, with only half of the blade left. Since it had just been inserted into the ground, Mo Que could not see it.

"It turned out to be a broken sword, it seems that it is definitely not the one Yao Lao said!" Mo Que was inevitably disappointed.

However, using the Sun Sword intent to pull out this sword means that he guessed correctly, the Sun Sword intent on Wujian Cliff was left behind by this sword.

In this way, he has obtained the recognition of this sword, and he can gain insight into the Sword intent in the sword and deepen his understanding of the swordsmanship of the sun.

"There are Sword Qi left in all the swords here. If I use this ten thousand swords to cultivate, maybe I can immediately cultivate into a sword body!"

Putting the broken sword away, Mo Que looked at the swords in the valley, and his heart was about to move.

In the end, it took a lot of perseverance to give up the idea.

Jian Zhuang is of great importance. If there is a loss, I am afraid that not only will he be in trouble, but Yao Lao will also be implicated.

With the broken sword, Mo Que walked out of the Valley of Swords.

Yao Lao, who was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and said, "Did you choose He Jian?"

Mo Que had to take out the broken sword.

Unexpectedly, when Yao Lao saw this sword, he stood there in a daze, and muttered, "Could it be really God's will?"

"Elder Yao, is this the sword you're talking about?" Mo Que was also surprised.

He thought that this Broken Sword was definitely not what Yao Lao asked him to find, but now, looking at Yao Lao's reaction, it seems that this is the sword.

"After you go back, I'll help you train your body!" Yao veteran Duanjian handed over to Mo Que, still cold, and turned to leave.

The next day, in the small yard behind the medicine building, there was an extra cauldron.

When Mo Que saw it, Yao Lao had already set fire under the cauldron. Inside the cauldron was a boiling liquid with many medicinal materials floating on it.

"Yao Lao, what is this for?" Mo Que stepped forward curiously. Could it be that he was cooking medicine to help him train?

Yao Lao gave him a cold look and said, "Take off your clothes and go in!"

"Go in? Where to go?" Mo Que looked at the boiling liquid in the tripod, his face turned pale, and he felt that it was not what he thought.

"Of course it's in the tripod!" Yao Lao's face was cold.

"Guru!" Mo Que swallowed a mouthful of saliva, daring that love medicine is not cooking medicine, but cooking him!

"Yao Lao... If you always want to eat meat, let me get some game for you!" He felt terrified.

"Too much nonsense!" Yao Lao's fingers flicked, shaking the air, causing Mo Que's whole body to fly, his clothes were also shattered, and he slipped into the tripod.

"Help!"

The scalding temperature in the cauldron made Mo Que scream and struggle desperately in the cauldron.

"If you can't even bear this bit of suffering, give up Martial Dao as soon as possible!" Yao Lao said coldly.

Mo Que was quiet for a while, and said in surprise: "Is this... training my body?"

Yao Lao was as cold as ever, and said, "One of the reasons for the decline of Martial Dao is that cultivation is difficult and painful, and not many people can bear it. If you want to give up, say it as soon as possible to avoid suffering!"

Even though he was scalded to the bone, and the pain was excruciating, Mo Que stopped talking, clenched his teeth tightly, and persisted in the tripod.

It just didn't last long, and his screams resounded in the courtyard.