"You can get the divine sword with piety, let's try it too." Seeing that this pious monk could actually pray for the divine sword at once, this immediately caused the other strong monks to be in an uproar.
After all, he only threw in a long sword and got a magic sword. This is really amazing, and it really makes many monks envy and jealous.
Of course, there are also strong people who disdainfully said: "If you can pray for the sword just because of piety, then the brother next to me has already received a thousand swords."
There was indeed a monk praying for the sword. Before throwing the sword, the monk prayed eloquently: "All gods, the true god of the buried sword, please bless me to get the sword..."
This monk not only prayed verbally in his mouth, but also bowed his head three times in the direction of Jian Yuan, and finally threw the long sword into Jian Yuan respectfully.
It's a pity that every time he prayed for prayers, he didn't get any response, even if he prayed again and again, and threw again and again, he didn't get a divine sword.
Despite this, the monk still prayed again and again very religiously, without giving up the slightest intention.
In fact, what the strong man said is not unreasonable. If you are pious, you can get the magic sword. Then I don't know how many pious monks and strong men have already got the magic sword.
Above Jianyuan, it can be said to be extremely lively. All monk experts want to pray for the divine sword from Jianyuan. Therefore, countless monks are standing on Jianyuan, throwing longs tirelessly. Swords, thousands of divine swords were thrown in.
Someone once counted that every time Jian Yuan was opened, the long swords or scraps of broken swords that were thrown into Jian Yuan were counted in billions.
If there is a huge abyss, then every long sword foot thrown into it can fill the entire abyss.
However, it is strange to say that for millions of years, no matter how many long swords have been thrown into Jianyuan by generations of monks and strongmen, even if it is billions, billions, but Jianyuan is still deep. There is no bottom, and I have never seen Jian Yuan filled up.
It seems that under Jian Yuan, there is an endless abyss that can hold the entire three thousand worlds into it. It is precisely because of this that Jian Yuan is also particularly awe-inspiring. Everyone understands that once you fall into Jian Yuan, it is true. It is the dead not to see the corpse, the living not to see the person.
"Look, look, there's a strange person." When many monks were throwing long swords in Jianyuan, I don't know who screamed and ran to the other end of Jianyuan.
"What kind of strange person?" Some monks could not help asking.
"It's amazing, indescribable, go and see, maybe there is a chance." Many monks rushed to the other end of Jian Yuan.
Seeing so many strong monks rushing, the strong monks who could calm down at first also wavered, and said, "How amazing is it? Can it be more amazing than Li Qiye?"
"Maybe more magical than Li Qiye, hurry up." A strong monk who heard the specific news ran away.
Suddenly, many strong monks flocked to the other end of Jian Yuan.
In a short period of time, at the other end of Jianyuan, there was a sea of people. Looking around, I saw that it was crowded with people, three floors inside and three floors outside. No less.
"Om—Om—Om—" In Jian Yuan, the sound of swords rang endlessly, and at this moment, I saw one after another divine swords skyrocketing.
When one after another of these divine swords soars into the sky, there is the sound of dragons, phoenixes, and tigers... Sometimes there are stars soaring into the sky, sometimes there is blazing flames in the sky, and time is like a bright moon. A handful of divine swords, there were all kinds of visions, extremely magnificent, and extremely mysterious.
I saw that there was a man standing beside Jian Yuan. This man looked like a middle-aged man with loose hair. The hair on his forehead was hanging down, scattered on his face, covering most of his face.
This middle-aged man is wearing soap-colored clothes. The clothes are very old and have turned white. This kind of clothes has been washed time and time again, because it is washed too many times. Not only does the color fade, but it is about to be washed out. Up.
Such a middle-aged man looked a little poor, and his demeanor was a little lonely. He seemed to be a shabby resident, or a poor monk who came from a small school.
However, at this time, this middle-aged man threw scraps of broken swords into the sword abyss one after another.
However, the scraps of broken swords he threw were not the same as the long swords that everyone threw. The long swords that everyone threw, whether they were cheap or precious, were all brought by him or cast by his own sect.
However, the scrap iron thrown by this middle-aged man could tell that it was from Jianhe just now or from some place in the sword burial realm.
That's all, it's not really surprising enough.
The most strange thing is that after the middle-aged man threw a scrap of broken sword into the sword abyss, he heard a "clang" sword sound, and a divine sword soared into the sky from the sword abyss.
With a "clang", a remnant sword was thrown down, and a divine sword rose into the sky from the sword abyss, the sun and the moon were shining.
"Good sword, this is the sun and moon divine sword." Seeing this sword, the monks present could not help but applaud and shouted endlessly.
With a "clang", a remnant sword was thrown down, and a divine sword soared into the sky from Jianyuan, with flames reaching the sky.
"Unbelievable, this sword can burn the sky." It was another divine sword, and the strong monk present couldn't help but yelled.
With a sound of "clang", a remnant sword was thrown down, a divine sword soared into the air from Jianyuan, and the beasts roared.
"My god, is this the beast divine sword?" Wan Beast roared, making many monks pale and screamed.
In short, upon hearing the sound of "clang, clang, clang", the middle-aged man threw sword after sword into Jian Yuan, and Jian Yuan was praying for one after another.
It can be said that this middle-aged man, every time he throws a remnant sword, he can pray for a divine sword, and nothing is lost.
Such a scene made many strong monks look dumbfounded. The strong monks present have all tried to pray for the magic sword. Everyone does not know how many long swords have been thrown, and even thousands of long swords have been thrown into it. In Jian Yuan, however, the vast majority of monk powerhouses had nothing, and could not pray for a divine sword from Jian Yuan.
However, this middle-aged man can pray for a divine sword with every remnant sword thrown in, which is simply ridiculous to the extreme.
The most outrageous thing is that this middle-aged man threw a broken sword. When the divine sword rose into the sky, he didn’t even look at it, nor did he pick up the divine sword that rose into the sky. The divine sword that soared into the sky once again fell into the sword abyss.
For many cultivators, every divine sword that was prayed for was a peerless sword, so good that it was amazing. For many strong monks, it is definitely a dream thing to have such a magic sword.
However, this middle-aged man didn't take a second look. He threw the remnant swords into Jianyuan one after another, as if he was so bored that he was panicking, purely wanting to throw something into Jianyuan to pass the boredom. The time is not for any divine sword at all.
"Such a good Excalibur, it's wasted like this, it's a pity, don't let it go." When another Excalibur took off, one of the great ancestors finally couldn't help it.
At the moment when this divine sword leaped into the sky, the great ancestor let out a deep cry, shot like lightning, and instantly grasped the divine sword that leaped into the sky.
"Okay—" When he saw this great ancestor grabbing this divine sword between the stone fire and electric light, many monks in the audience shouted loudly.
However, at this moment, when the great ancestor held the sword, the great sword was instantly worth billions, billions, and billions. The great ancestor suddenly couldn't help himself and was The extremely heavy divine sword dragged into Jian Yuan.
A scream of "Ah—" echoed in Jian Yuan, and the great ancestor disappeared into the depths of Jian Yuan in an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"My god, as soon as you fall, you will be dead." Seeing this great ancestor was dragged into Jianyuan in an instant, many cultivators were shocked, and they all backed away. A few steps, so as not to accidentally fall into Jian Yuan, and see no corpse or people alive.
Seeing that this great ancestor disappeared into Jian Yuan instantly, many monks also dispelled the thoughts in their hearts.
In fact, seeing a divine sword flying into the sky, and the middle-aged man didn't pick it up, many cultivators had long been tempted to snatch in their hearts.
Since the middle-aged man didn't pick up the divine sword, let the divine sword fall into the sword abyss again, it was wasted, it would be better to perfect everyone.
It is a pity that the ancestors of the Great Teacher came to an end, and all of a sudden the thoughts in everyone's hearts were dispelled.
Even if the ancestor of the Dajiao grabbed the sword, the middle-aged man did not look at him. It can even be said that the middle-aged man did not look at everyone present. It seems that everyone present is in his eyes. It was nothing, he stood here to throw the remnant sword, it was just boring, to pass the time, not to pray for the divine sword.
"Who is he?" For a while, someone mumbled as he watched the middle-aged man throwing the remnant sword.
"Which school does he belong to?" At this time, there were also many strong monks who carefully looked at the middle-aged man, and looked up and down, wanting to see some clues.
However, this middle-aged man did not have any mark of the great pope, and it was impossible to tell which school he came from.
"I can't see it." Even the well-informed Dajiao ancestor, after careful observation, had to give up, and couldn't see the origin of this middle-aged man.