In the Tianhuang Continent, swords are the most respected, and there are very few pure swordsmen, let alone in this ancient battlefield.
Even though the ruins in front of you were left by the Sword Emperor, there were not many monks gathered here. If you look along the coastline, there are probably thousands of them.
The strange thing is that most of the monks are standing a little far away from the coast. They seem to be afraid of this spiritual sea, talking in low voices and pointing.
Su Zimo knew little about Daoshan Linghai, so he came near the crowd and listened carefully.
"The Sword King's methods reach the sky and he can gather energy to form the sea. If he can practice in this spiritual sea, there must be a lot of benefits." In the crowd, a thin monk said with twinkling eyes.
"hehe."
"How ignorant."
As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a burst of ridicule and ridicule from the crowd.
The person who spoke at first turned red in the face, stretched his neck, and argued, "What did I say wrong?"
"The spiritual energy in the spiritual sea is indeed rich and pure, but it is filled with endless sword energy and sharp edges. When you enter the spiritual sea, you have to bear the baptism of these sword energy!"
"With your small body, you just stepped into the spiritual sea, and before you could take a few steps, your body exploded and died!"
"Hehe, over the ages, many talented people have been buried in this spiritual sea. If you are not afraid of death, you can go in and give it a try."
Su Zimo's eyes flashed with sudden realization.
No wonder there are traces of sharp weapons on the rocks on the shore.
It turns out that there is endless sword energy in this spiritual sea, and cultivators with weak bodies simply cannot bear it!
Being too close to the coast, the sea water surges, a big wave hits, and the person is swept into it, and he may never be able to get out.
A monk said solemnly: "This is the test left by the Sword Emperor. If you want to inherit it, you have to cross the spiritual sea in front of you and climb the Sword Mountain!"
Su Zimo looked far into the distance. The Knife Mountain stood at the end of the spiritual sea. It was really far away and out of reach.
"It's not simple yet."
The emaciated monk pointed towards the Mountain of Swords, and with great pride, he said loudly: "We are waiting for Yu Jian to fly into the air. Although the Mountain of Swords is far away, we are going forward day and night. Are we afraid that we won't be able to reach it?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
There was laughter again from the crowd.
One person shook his head and said: "If the test left by the Sword Emperor is so simple, from ancient times to this day, can only one person pass the test and be passed down?"
Before he finished speaking, a monk from a distance happened to arrive here, looking excited.
This person took out a spiritual sword from his storage bag, jumped up, stepped on the sword, circulated his spiritual power, and shouted softly: "Quick!"
Whoosh!
This person turned into a stream of light, crossed the spiritual sea, and shot through the air in the direction of Daoshan.
Most of the monks in the crowd had mocking faces and sneered, as if they were waiting to see some joke.
Su Zimo knew that the matter might not be that simple.
Before the thought came to an end, the monk had just reached the sky above the Linghai Sea, and suddenly stopped, paused for a moment, and began to fall downwards.
No matter how much this person tossed and used his spiritual power in mid-air, it was all to no avail.
Before he fell into the spiritual sea, he was swallowed by a wave raised by the sea.
"Ah...ah!"
This person was floating in the spiritual sea, occasionally letting out a scream, and a moment later, he had disappeared.
The sea surface was stained with a touch of blood, which gradually faded as the waves surged.
Seeing this scene, the skinny monk who initially threatened to fly across the spiritual sea turned a little pale, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became much heavier.
Su Zimo was also secretly shocked.
This spiritual sea is really killing people!
No wonder there are thousands of monks standing here, but no one dares to easily try to cross the spiritual sea.
The monk next to him explained: "Flying is prohibited over the Linghai Sea. Even if you cross it, you will fall into the sea."
"Playing these tricks in front of the emperor is just asking for trouble." Another person sneered.
The skinny monk calmed down, and after a while, he asked again: "So, only body-refining super sects like Liuli Palace and Bawang Palace can cross the spiritual sea?"
"It doesn't matter what sect you are from."
Another monk explained: "Only sword cultivators are qualified to cross the spiritual sea. If other monks forcefully cross, they will only be strangled by the sword energy!"
"Yes, I heard that a genius from the Sword Sect once came here, hoping to cross the spiritual sea and challenge the majesty of the Sword King. Before he could go a hundred meters, he was delayed by the sword energy and was buried in the spiritual sea."
After hearing this, Su Zimo already had a general understanding of Daoshan Linghai.
First, you cannot fly over.
Second, you must be a swordsman.
Third, only with a strong physical body can it be possible to withstand the baptism of sword energy, cross the spiritual sea, and pass the test left by the sword emperor.
With that being said, there is a real possibility that he might give it a try.
At this moment, Su Zimo's eyes turned and landed on a dark black reef on the coast.
There was a man sitting on it, wearing a blood-colored robe, with a long knife placed across his knees, his eyes closed, and his wet black hair spread casually, covering his face.
Among thousands of monks, this person was the only one who dared to sit on the rocks on the coast, letting the water wash away on the shore. His clothes were already soaked, but he didn't even notice.
Behind this person, there were more than a dozen corpses lying, some of which had obviously just died.
Looking at this person's back, Su Zimo felt as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember.
After pondering for a while, Su Zimo looked at a monk next to him and asked in a low voice: "Who is the blood-robed monk in front of you?"
"This is a ruthless character."
The monk next to him lowered his voice and whispered with some fear: "Did you see the corpses behind him? They are all monks who wanted to cross the spiritual sea. Because the starting point was too close to this person, he killed him directly!"
"Is it because of this?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
If he went on a killing spree just for this reason, then this person is not just a ruthless character.
The monk curled his lips and said: "The devil of Shura Sect kills people, so why do you need any reason?"
"It's him!"
Su Zimo's heart trembled.
The monk next to him continued: "The demons of the Shura Sect have a great chance of crossing the spiritual sea and receiving the inheritance. I heard that the monk who received the Sword King's inheritance a thousand years ago was from the Shura Sect."
suddenly!
The blood-robed monk who had been sitting on the rock with his eyes closed opened his eyes, stood up, turned around slowly, and looked in the direction of Su Zimo.
For such a top master, if someone watches him for a long time, he will definitely feel something.
What's more, just at that moment, Su Zimo's mind fluctuated greatly, and there was a hint of hostility in his eyes.
Seeing this person's face, Su Zimo no longer had any doubts in his heart.
The blood-robed monk was the demon son of the Shura Sect who had fought with Su Zimo deep underground!
"Hehehehe..."
The blood-robed monk laughed, stared at Su Zimo, his eyes were wide and shining with excitement, and said slowly: "You are indeed here, I have been waiting for a long time!"