Yang Qingxuan covered his nose. This unpleasant smell not only came from death and decay, but also had strong traces of years of erosion, giving people a rusty feeling.
"It is indeed a metal rust smell, so strong that it makes people sick."
The smell of rusty metal seemed to melt in the air, and even the robe was covered with a thin layer of rust.
Yang Qingxuan flicked the robe, only to feel uncomfortable in his stomach. Suddenly, his feet trembled inexplicably, and he almost fell to the ground. A huge vibration came from below, penetrating the ground!
"Rumble!..."
The shock felt dull and ancient, like an ancient monster waking up, the earth began to crack under the shock, countless graves were broken open, and the breath of death and rust emerged from each grave, accompanied by There is a terrifying sword intent!
"This is… !"
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly. He saw the most shocking scene in his life, except for the underground palace under Kunlun Mountain.
Countless swords emerged from the graves one by one, like mushrooms after a spring rain, quickly and crazily emerging.
"Hey!"
Yang Qingxuan took a sharp breath.
The countless swords, numbering in the hundreds of millions, are all rusty and stained, and they are stuck on the graves, like tombstones of unrivaled powerhouses.
A strange wind blew from nowhere, whipped up a boundless chill, rippling in the air, as if telling countless stories in this sword mound.
Every sword has a legendary legend behind it.
Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, he held his breath, and looked at those rusty swords, "Pei Min", "Fen Ji", "Chen Guang", "Scar of the Sky", "Love Parting", "Slaying Demon"...
Behind every name, there is a peerless demeanor, world-class cultivation, and immortal reputation, but they are all buried in this endless sword mound along with the divine sword!
Yang Qingxuan only felt a sharp pain in his head, and a desolate and ancient voice exploded in his mind.
"The bright moon and Taixuan shine together, the sky is full of love, and the floating clouds blow like snow."
"Sweeping across the universe and shaking the universe, the world of mortals is the same, and they all go away with a sword."
The sound of the Yaoyao poem is like the mournful sound of a bell, as if traveling through infinite time and space, coming across the other shore, and finally turned into a boundless storm, stirring up in this silent world!
Hundreds of millions of sword souls trembled under the ancient desolation, and let out clanking sounds.
Yang Qingxuan was heard by thousands of sword sounds, and his mind seemed to explode. Suddenly, the words "Taixuan Sword Tomb" appeared, the infinite universe, billions of time and space, all the dead swords were turned into sword souls and buried in the this!
There were all sorts of dark and bright changes in his heart, and his vision was not very clear. The entire sword mound became illusory and unreal, floating in front of his eyes, and condensing rapidly.
In the center of the two eyebrows, a scarlet sword mark appeared, and the red glow on it was coquettish, flickering non-stop. If you look carefully, the sword mark is two for one, three for three, ten thousand swords for three, but it always returns to one.
"ah!!… "
Yang Qingxuan covered his head with his hands, roared in pain, and kept rolling and writhing on the ground.
That Taixuan Sword Tomb was about to come down in his sea of consciousness.
At this moment, a burst of blue light appeared, his hands and arms were covered by dragon scales, and a phantom of a green dragon came out from the back of his neck, shattering the void of the Sea of Consciousness, and forcibly rushed into the Taixuan Sword Tomb, a dragon chant shook the nine heavens!
"Bang bang bang!..."
The sword souls on the countless graves were all shattered under the sound of the dragon's roar, and hundreds of millions of graves were blasted open.
The formidable strength of Qinglong counterbalanced the entire sword mound, with a cold gaze in his eyes, and his figure flickered, and then began to condense, and he wanted to manifest a human form in the void.
But the sword mound flew around, and the world collapsed sharply, pouring into Yang Qing's profound knowledge sea at an accelerated rate.
The dragon shadow swayed a few times, and finally lacked strength, and failed to transform into a form. With a bang, it turned into a blue light mist and dissipated over the barren sword mound.
"puff!"
Yang Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were red, blood was bleeding from all seven holes, and he couldn't hold it anymore. If the sword mound enters the body forcefully, it may only explode and die.
Cause and effect go back and forth, knowing that life and death are not easy, how can you be willing to fall like this.
Just when he was unwilling to do anything, his eyebrows suddenly shrank, and a drop of crimson blood appeared on his forehead, shining brightly.
A vast demonic force spread from between the eyebrows and spread around along the meridians.
As soon as the monster power came out, it swept across like an angry wave, and the scarlet blood line spread out in a spherical shape, covering most of the face in an instant.
The blood line twists and turns, like complicated inscriptions, wherever it goes, the skin becomes demonized and hair grows.
The facial features of Yang Qingxuan's face also began to become distorted, elongated in the middle of the person, his eyes were red gold, and his pair of tiger teeth were as sharp as a wild beast. His face turned into a hairy face and Lei Gongzui, exactly the same as the monstrous monkey in the ancient painting!
In the ever-shrinking Taixuan Sword Tomb, suddenly thunder and lightning flashed, and terrible storms and thunder and fire fell from the sky. On the void of the Sword Tomb, at an unknown time, stood a peerless figure.
He wears a purple gold crown with phoenix wings on his head, wears a golden armor with locks on his body, and walks on cloud shoes with lotus root silk on his feet.
A battle robe like a cloud of fire surged behind him.
The figure stood alone with his left hand on his waist, and was struck by thousands of thunder and fire without moving.
The sword soul of Wanjian on the ground trembled involuntarily, suddenly Wanjian blared together, rushed out from the tomb, turned into a rain of swords, and shot towards the figure.
The figure shook its head to the right, twisted its right hand in its ear, a golden light pierced through the sky, shot upwards into the sky, and swept the bright moon and stars; it went down to the realm of Jiuyou, frightening ghosts and demons!
In the midst of the radiant glow and aura of auspiciousness, a huge black iron pillar emerged, with gold hoops at the upper and lower ends, and faintly inscribed characters on it, which were hard to read.
On a closer look, it is: Tianhe Zhendi Shenzhen.
The figure held the iron rod in one hand, and with one swing, thousands of sword shadows were all shattered, and with another swing, the iron rod went straight into the veins of the earth with a "bang", cracking the ground and breaking the sky.
With the stirring of the iron rod, Yang Qingxuan's mind exploded with a "boom", and he completely lost consciousness, as if he was dead.
I don't know how long it has been.
It seems to have gone through endless years, and it seems to be just a moment.
Consciousness came back little by little, first the sense of touch was restored, and the fingers moved a few times, and then heard the "squeaky" running water, which was the sound of water in Yinglongtan, and then the five senses and six senses recovered one by one.
Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes blankly, and found himself lying on a big rock with one foot immersed in the pool water.
There seems to be pain in the feet, as if being bitten by a mouse.
He fixed his eyes and saw a strange golden fish floating in the water, with sharp teeth, nibbling on his calf.
The whole body of the fish is golden yellow, with a pair of ventral fins like butterfly wings, and a tail fin like a phoenix's tail, only with a touch of demon red on both sides, just like a painter's stroke, very strange.
Yang Qingxuan's physical body is extremely strong, the fish can't move, but the sharp teeth bite on the calf, it still hurts very much.
He thought to himself: "Longyou was played by shrimps in shallow water, tigers were bullied by dogs in Pingyang, and I, Yang Qingxuan, was bitten by fish."
When he got angry, he broke the pool of water with his foot and kicked over.
The fish was very alert and nimble, it was shaken away by the water waves, it turned around and was about to swim away without any incident.
(end of this chapter)