Before the forbidden fossils were taken privately, the Sword-Suppressing Stone of Mount Li was a natural mineral mountain. There was no green on the mountain, only bare rocky rocks. After

the Sword-Suppressing Stone restriction was lifted, countless monks rushed to this treasure mountain, hoping to obtain one or two magic tools.

Now, the difference in cultivation is also clearly distinguished. Most monks can no longer withstand the might of the swords in the mountain just by staying at the foot of the mountain.

Some monks went to the mountainside, where there is a sword tomb, which contains swords that once recognized their owners but whose owners are now dead.

These swords that have been lost include ancient swords left over from the Ji family's immortal clan period, and new swords with sharp edges but not much experience in the world.

Many of the spirit swords still have traces of their previous owners, blood stains on the blades, only half of the jade tassel remains, cracked scabbards, and broken red silk, all of which show the desolation of this place.

People have a place to bury their bones, and swords also have a place to rest their souls. The sword tomb is filled with the weeping sounds of spirit swords. The sunlight that shines into this sword tomb is stripped of its warmth, leaving only cold reflections.

Monks come to the sword tomb one after another. They stand on the stone platform on the outer edge and are shocked by the scattered and broken spirit swords in this sword tomb.

Of course, some people are greedy for the famous swords in the tomb.

"Look! Is that the Lonely Sword? Immortal Liuying once used it to split Cangya Mountain, and the sound of the sword can still be heard in the crack of the sword. I didn't expect that after Immortal Liuying died, the sword was buried here."

The man looked excited, and he was about to jump down the sword tomb to take the famous sword that was once in great demand.

After he said this, other monks recognized several famous swords in the sword tomb.

Just as everyone was about to make a move, a voice suddenly came from behind. The voice was clear and gentle, like the sound of a spring hitting jade, and it advised: "This sword tomb is full of swords that have lost their owners. I advise all Taoist friends to think twice before acting."

Everyone looked back and saw a group of people walking out of the mountain path. The person who spoke was Pei Jingchao, the first disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect. He was wearing a moon-white narrow-sleeved long gown, and the silver bamboo leaf pattern on the collar reflected the moonlight.

Beside him was the only daughter of the head of Lishan, Master Juechen. Fairy Yuxiu wore a Liuxian skirt of the same color as his, with bright eyes, white teeth, and black hair. The two stood side by side, and they were indeed a perfect match made in heaven.

In addition to the two Lishan disciples, they were followed by Shen Qingzhi from Zhaohua Palace and Zhang Kuang from Chiyang Sect.

The six people in this group were not unknown people, especially Pei Jingchao, who had just made a big splash at the Ten Thousand Immortals Dharma Assembly not long ago, and Lishan had also held a wedding banquet for the two of them, so everyone present knew him.

Yao Yuxiu looked around and saw that among the group of cultivators who tried to steal the sword from the sword tomb, there were actually a few disciples from the twelve major immortal sects who were hiding their heads and showing their tails. She was immediately furious.

She raised her hand and pressed it on the sword at her waist, and said in a sharp voice: "This sword-suppressing stone is the treasure of my Lishan Sword Sect. Only Lishan inner disciples are allowed to enter. People who are not my Lishan disciples, please leave immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

A group of monks beside the sword tomb looked at each other. Yao Yuxiu was right. This thing is the treasure of Lishan Sword Sect. If it hadn't suddenly appeared on the cloud, how could they have this opportunity to enter, and how could they see that so many famous swords were buried in this sword-suppressing stone.

These people didn't dare to offend Lishan Sword Sect, but the top-grade spiritual sword was right next to them. How could they be willing to leave empty-handed?

So, a smart monk in the crowd racked his brains to find a loophole. He hid behind the crowd, buried his head, and said in a neither loud nor soft voice: "Master Juechen has publicly spread the message that anyone who can help the Lishan Sword Sect find the Sword-Suppressing Stone can enter the Sword-Suppressing Stone to choose a magic weapon."

"This Sword-Suppressing Stone appeared in the clouds. We who witnessed it can be regarded as the people who found the Sword-Suppressing Stone. Of course, we can come here to find a weapon according to the agreement." As

soon as the monk's words spread, everyone followed suit and instantly became justified.

The disciples of the Great Immortal Sect who originally wanted to leave obediently because of the face of the sect also stopped again.

"I think what you said makes sense. We are all the ones who found the Sword-Suppressing Stone, so of course we are qualified to stand here."

"Yes, it was your father who personally sent the message outside, so we traveled thousands of miles to find the Sword-Suppressing Stone for Lishan. Now we have found it. Do you, as a great immortal sect, want to go back on your word?"

Yao Yuxiu's cheeks flushed red, and she said angrily: "It was the Sword-Suppressing Stone that broke the restriction and appeared on the clouds by itself. How can it be said that you found it?"

Before she finished speaking, someone immediately retorted, "We all came here to find the Sword-Suppressing Stone, and we saw the Sword-Suppressing Stone here, so how can it not be counted?"

Yao Yuxiu's fingertips moved slightly, and the spirit sword at her waist hummed, and the bright sword light overflowed. She was angry and planned to draw the sword to teach the rude monk a lesson. But her spirit sword was only an inch out of the sheath when it was pressed back by a slender hand.

Pei Jingchao didn't look at her, but fixed his eyes on the people in front of him, and said slowly: "You are all right. Our Lishan Sword Sect is certainly not a group of people who break their promises. If you want to take the spirit sword, you can do so."

"Senior Brother!" Yao Yuxiu didn't expect him to say that, and interrupted him in disbelief.

Pei Jingchao patted her hand soothingly and continued, "I have advised you before not to enter the sword tomb because the sword tomb contains the tragic swords of their lost owners. The tragic swords are fierce and can easily hurt people. Those who fall into it may not be able to escape unscathed." With

the famous swords in front of them, he could not persuade them with just a few words. The crowd did not appreciate it and snorted coldly, "Hmph, that sounds nice, but I think you are afraid that the famous swords in here will be taken away by us."

Among the group of people, there was a monk with narrow eyes and a short beard who had been wandering around the sword tomb. At this time, he finally confirmed that there was a magical sword in the tomb that looked quite familiar.

He pointed at the long sword and said angrily: "I would like to ask Brother Pei, this sword-suppressing stone comes from Lishan, but why is there the sword of our elder in this sword tomb? After the old man passed away, the sword disappeared. I didn't expect that it was hidden by you in Lishan!"

"That's right, Master Liuying is not from your Lishan either, why is her Guwang sword also in the sword-suppressing stone?"

"You hide all the spiritual swords in the world in your own sect and only allow your own disciples to choose. You are too greedy."

Pei Jingchao stood in front of the crowd and explained calmly under the questioning of everyone: "The sword-suppressing stone contains the spirit of the sword. Many spiritual swords that have lost their masters will be attracted by the sword spirit in the sword stone and automatically come to this mountain to rest."

"That is why my sect built this Sword Tomb to house the spirit swords. Unless a spirit sword that has lost its owner voluntarily chooses a disciple of my sect, my disciples from Lishan will never enter the Sword Tomb to choose a sword."

Having said that, both sides were at loggerheads. Of course, no one believed what he said. Even if what he said was true, no one who came here would easily give up the opportunity to enter the Sword Tomb to choose a famous sword.

"The sword-suppressing stone has always been hidden deep in your mountain, and outsiders cannot touch it. Who knows whether what you said is true or false? If I hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have known that Elder Tao's sword was here."

The monk with long eyes said this, and he jumped down from the sword tomb without looking back, and ran towards the sword of Elder Tao he mentioned.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him, until they saw that the monk walked all the way to a long sword that was completely black and inserted diagonally into the ground. He bowed his hands and knelt down to the spirit sword as a disciple, and the sword tombs on the ground did not move at all.

Everyone believed more and more that Pei Jingchao was scaring them. As a result, more and more monks jumped into the sword tomb and ran towards the famous swords they liked. One or two who liked the same sword started fighting for it on the spot.

Someone took action, and the spiritual power expanded in the sword tomb, immediately stirring up the sword aura in the tomb. The sad sound of the sword became more intense, sweeping across the entire sword tomb like a turbulent stream. Blood splashed in the sword light, and some unlucky people died on the spot.

"It's hard to persuade the damned ghost with kind words." Shen Qingzhi watched this good show, holding a jade pen for talismans against his lips, and chatting with a happy face.

Pei Jingchao, who was constantly questioned for his kind words, put aside his past grudges and quickly slipped into the sword tomb.

He drew out the life sword from his bones, the red sword light was like a burning flame, he took on the chaotic sword energy, and quickly moved around the sword tomb, picking up a person and throwing them out.

After a few times, he rescued several people.

Yao Yuxiu stood by the sword tomb, stamping her feet unhappily, "Brother, why are you still saving them? They deserve to die here."

Zhang Kuang praised him, "Brother Jingchao is a truly kind and righteous person."

...

There was a lot of noise in the sword tomb on the mountainside, and the buzzing sound of the sad swords covered the movement on the mountain path leading to the quenching platform.

Xue Chenjing was climbing along a deep mountain staircase with two walls, trying to enter the quenching platform in the center of the top of the mountain.

This mountain path is the sword-obtaining path that the disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect yearn for the most. The higher you go, the closer you get to the quenching platform, and the higher the grade of the spiritual sword you can obtain. But it is not easy to go up.

The spiritual swords inserted on both sides of the mountain path seem to sense that he wants to take the quenching platform, and they rang out sword sounds. The surging sword energy gathered in this deep and narrow mountain staircase, like a torrent with one wave after another, trying to drive away the reckless man who tried to shake the quenching platform.

Xue Chenjing was submerged in sword lights of various colors. Every step he took was under the force of thousands of jin. The flashing sword light clearly outlined the tentacles of the snakes wriggling in the surrounding air.

The transparent tentacles formed a thick cocoon, wrapping Xue Chenjing in it, and the

tips of the tentacles were wriggling with their fangs and claws. As soon as the sword light sank into the tentacles, it was like being stuck in gel. This moment just gave the monsters led by the bone demon a chance to counterattack.

From time to time, crackling sounds rang out, which were the sounds of the spirit swords on the wall being broken by the monsters.

But even so, the closer to the quenching table, the denser the sword flow, and the greater the power. A layer of fine sweat appeared on Xue Chenjing's forehead, and his pupils flickered. If he was not careful, he would be swept in front of him by the sword light as dense as a torrential rain.

Although he was protected by the monster, his body was extremely fragile, and his cultivation was barely at the foundation stage. If he was hit by a sword, he would die immediately on this long staircase.

Therefore, even after the heroine entered the magic circle, her favorability towards the host kept decreasing and was almost at zero, the system still did not dare to make a sound, for fear of distracting him.