Chapter 477 Entering the Sword Tomb

Su Qian smiled and looked at his embarrassed appearance. "You are quite alert. How did you know we were here?"

"Of course it's because I have a telepathic connection with Master!"

Li Qingshan puffed out his chest and said with a cheeky smile, "From outside the Ten Absolute Formation, I sensed a familiar sword aura flowing from the Sword Tomb. Thinking that Master must be there, I rushed here without stopping!"

He deliberately dragged out the tone at the end of his words and winked at the fourth brother.

The fourth brother had just stood up when he almost fell back into the mud pit after hearing this: "Third brother, please stop it. It's obviously the two of us..."

He didn't finish his words.

Li Qingshan quickly covered his mouth with his hand and laughed dryly: "Old Four is stunned by the fall, so he just loves to talk nonsense!"

Without even turning his head, Lu Yao drew a final stroke of sword intent on the forbidden light pattern with his fingertips. A cold voice came over: "Sense? I'm afraid he was chased here by a monster by mistake."

Li Qingshan's smile froze on his face. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "Master is so wise and powerful. Nothing can be hidden from you! But even though I'm a bit of a directionally challenged disciple, my luck has never been bad!"

He suddenly remembered something and slapped his thigh, "Oh, Master! I've personally taken care of that kid Chu Jinghong!"

He raised his eyebrows proudly, "He caused me to enter the extremely dark place back then, and today I finally got my revenge! Thank you, Master, for pulling me out of there. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to kill my enemy!"

As he said this, he bowed deeply to Lu Yao.

"Yeah, that's fine."

Lu Yao retracted his sword intent and his gaze fell on Li Qingshan. "It's enough to avenge the great hatred, so as not to let the inner demons fall."

"Congratulations, Third Brother!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Mengmeng jumped over and ran over, her eyes shining.

at this time.

A cool feeling seeped out from somewhere

Lu Yao's fingertips drew the last sword intent on the forbidden light pattern, and the purple-gold light suddenly surged.

The originally empty space suddenly twisted and vibrated.

Amidst the roar.

A towering black ice peak broke out of the ground, freezing cold.

"This...is this Xuanbing Peak?"

The monks watching were stunned at first, and then burst into screams of ecstasy.

Someone staggered forward, but stopped abruptly when he was about to reach the entrance.

"Lu... Pavilion Master Lu, please come in!"

The one-eyed monk's Adam's apple rolled and he stepped aside on his own initiative.

The hilt of the sword he was holding tightly was still stained with cold sweat, but he gave way without hesitation.

The monks around seemed to have just woken up from their dream and bowed in greeting.

The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

"Master, when did your charisma become so great?"

The fourth one was surprised.

"Talkative."

Lu Yao glanced at him and said, "Can you still leave? The restrictions in the core area of the Sword Tomb are about to be loosened."

The fourth brother jumped up from the ground with a cry: "I can walk! Not to mention walking, I can even run into the sword tomb!"

Li Qingshan rubbed his forehead and climbed up. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Chu Jinghong's body being trampled under the feet of the monster, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

He turned to look at Lu Yao, his eyes firm: "Master, this time when we enter the Sword Tomb, I will definitely..."

"Don't get into trouble?" Su Qian replied with a smile.

"Ahem, of course!"

Li Qingshan scratched his head and followed Lu Yao into the sword tomb, muttering softly, "At most... I'll just cause a minor trouble..."

"Xiaoliu."

Su Qian waved to Xiaoliu who was still bombarding the monster.

"Here I come! Sister!"

Xiao Liu immediately came over on his hoverboard, "Brother Lu Yao, I've taken care of all those yellow-skinned rats from the Myriad Beast Sect and those bastards from the Pill Formation Hall. Not a single one will be spared!"

It just so happened that he was a little tired of playing with these monsters.

Su Qian, Lu Yao and others stepped into the entrance of the sword tomb and their figures disappeared at Xuanbing Peak.

Li Qingshan glanced back at the mess on the ground and marveled, "Xiao Liu, with your firepower, next time there's a monster riot, I'll just send you as the vanguard!"

He didn't finish his words.

The fourth one grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward: "Hurry up and go, if you dawdle any longer, Master will reach the core of the Sword Tomb!"

The moment everyone stepped into the entrance of Xuanbing Peak, a biting coldness hit them in the face.

The cultivation that was originally suppressed under the Ten Absolute Formations also began to loosen.

"Yes, that's the feeling!"

Li Qingshan felt the spiritual energy in his body flowing through his meridians like a long-awaited rain. He couldn't help but clench his fist and send out a stream of spiritual power, blasting tiny ice flowers on the ice wall.

"I was almost suffocated to death."

Xia Mengmeng shook her numb wrist, and the frost condensed on the spirit sword fell off. "Without spirit power, I can't even use the most basic sword moves!"

The other monks who followed closely into the sword tomb also had expressions of great joy on their faces.

"Sure enough! The suppression of the Ten Absolute Formations has been completely lifted!"

"Xuanjizi, the old thief, will resort to those despicable and shameful methods."

"If he were here, I'd chop him in half!"

"Then you have no chance. Xuanjizi was just blasted into pieces by that kid."

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"Is this the sword tomb?"

Su Qian looked at the dark blue runes flowing on the ice wall. When her fingertips touched it, a cold light suddenly shot out.

"Be careful, every rune is a restriction."

Lu Yao was quick-eyed and quick-handed. The purple-gold sword intent condensed into a shield to protect everyone. The cold light hit the shield, splashing tiny ice crystals.

Su Qian quickly withdrew her hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

It almost got me into trouble.

Looking up, the sword tomb was a little dark, and it was obscured by fog and it was impossible to see clearly in the distance.

But when the fog cleared.

A hundred-meter-high ice wall appeared before everyone's eyes, with the afterimages of hundreds of sword-wielding monks carved on it.

Lu Yao's expression remained calm. "This is the Forest of Ten Thousand Swords. Every afterimage is the remnant of the sword intent of an ancient sword cultivator."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The afterimage on the ice wall suddenly came to life.

"What's going on?"

As a newbie, Su Qian subconsciously took a step back.

"These are the natal swords sealed here by great men of past generations." Lu Yao explained patiently, "From the mortal level to the heavenly level, each one carries the remaining soul imprint of its owner."

"If you want to obtain the divine sword, you must obtain the approval of the remnant soul."

Su Qian roughly understood it.

"So, those people died, but their souls still remained guarding the sword?"

Xiaoliu hit the nail on the head, unable to help but complain, "The person is dead, and you still refuse to let go of the weapon. You have to go through all this trouble. How petty."

"Little kid, be careful with your words."

The one-eyed monk at the side hurriedly held Xiao Liu's shoulder, his palm still stained with blood from the previous battle. "These are all ancient sword masters. They left their residual souls to guard here, which must have a deep meaning."

Xiao Liu had already crossed his arms over his chest, the metal joints making mechanical creaking sounds. "They are just energy bodies and remnants of consciousness. Where do the ghosts and gods come from..."

As soon as the words fell.

A virtual sword intent circled behind Xiaoliu like a ghost, and the back of the sword, shining with a cold light, slapped his butt.

According to past experience, this force is enough to make a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage jump in pain.

But at this moment, Xiaoliu just swayed slightly, turned his head and touched behind him blankly: "Huh? Who hit me?"

In silence.

The crisp "clang" sound was particularly harsh.

The back of the sword hit Xiaoliu's mechanical buttocks, sparks flew, and small metal fragments splashed on the ground.

The virtual sword shadow seemed to be stunned for a moment and circled twice in the air.

Before it turned into a point of light and dissipated, it emitted a faint sword sound, as if expressing dissatisfaction.