When that sword intent appeared, when that iron sword came to Chen Changsheng's side, the sea-like tide of beasts around the mausoleum had already reacted, either fearful or angry, restless, but was suppressed by Nanke, at this moment Seeing the piece of soul wood in her hand radiate light, the restraint suddenly disappeared. Thousands of monsters in the grassland couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed towards the mausoleum one after another. The majestic torrential rain seemed to smell of blood and filth.
Only the terrifying shadow remained silent. Although it was slowly falling towards the ground, it did not intend to show its divine power. The beasts did not go to the mausoleum with the beast tide, they were not resisting the call of the soul tree, nor were they resisting the will of Nanke, but they were more intelligent and vaguely aware that something more serious was about to happen. So be vigilant. The seriousness here is of course aimed at Zhou Yuan.
Countless monsters turned into black waves and rushed towards the mausoleum one after another. The quiet grassland on which the sun never sets has long become chaotic. , the soil kept flying, the clear water became extremely turbid, and the momentum was so magnificent and terrifying. As I said before, even if the saint is here, he can't kill all these monsters that are constantly flocking to the mausoleum, he can only avoid them. Standing in the rainstorm, Chen Changsheng naturally wanted to retreat when he saw this scene, but he had nowhere to go.
Around him, more than a dozen famous swords hover quietly in the heavy rain. These swords have experienced the vicissitudes of life, but now they are already vicissitudes, or they are incomplete or covered with rust. They are no longer as powerful as they used to be, and the most important thing is that those peerless powerhouses who once held these swords have long since passed away.
Only these dozen or so incomplete swords could not resist the attack of the beast tide, and more swords were needed to become a reef that would not fall before the black ocean.
Chen Changsheng looked at the grassland around the mausoleum through the heavy rain curtain, looked at the terrifying beast horde, and wanted to find more swords. Those swords should be in the sword pool, but for some reason, they did not appear like the Shanhai sword, and they are still waiting for his call, or persuasion, but where is the sword pool
"If you are here, please come out and meet me, because I need you."
This is his intention, along the slightly trembling yellow paper umbrella handle into the umbrella surface, and scattered into the endless grassland.
He looked at the misty and misty grassland in the distance, looked at the grassland near the groaning under the belly of the wolf clawed dragon, and silently said to Jianchi who didn't know where he was: "I will take you out of this deserted old garden, or You will sleep, but at least... not in this steppe where there is no night and no sleep."
The horde of beasts was getting closer and closer, and there were only a few miles away from the divine way under the mausoleum. Standing on the edge of the stone platform, Chen Changsheng could even see clearly the scarlet mouth and the saliva dripping from the corner of the mouth of the purple electric leopard in the front, even as if You can smell the stench from that saliva.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a shock.
This tremor had nothing to do with the beast horde, or the torrential rain.
This vibration came from the depths of the grass sea, the depths of the earth, it was very subtle, it seemed a little weak, but it was so real.
Like a real purple lightning bolt, the purple electric leopard broke through the dense aquatic plants and ran towards the mausoleum. Its blood-thirsty eyes were full of bloodthirsty rage.
Suddenly, a warning appeared in its eyes, and then split open.
Immediately afterwards, the corners of its lips split open, and the dripping saliva mixed with blood, turning bloody red.
It sensed the danger and accelerated crazily, trying to get away from the vibration.
The vibration was indeed very weak, and it felt very slow after reaching the ground.
However, the lightning-like Zidian Leopard couldn't get rid of this shock.
There was a slight tearing sound in the rain.
Wipe!
Zidian Leopard's body was torn apart, turning into more than ten blood clots, which spread out while running, but still maintained the previous speed, and did not fall to the ground until tens of feet later.
The picture is extremely strange and terrifying.
In the paw prints stepped by the purple electric leopard, the wet and soft soil kept squeezing and rolling, and a sword slowly appeared.
This is a broken sword with only half of it left. The hilt has deep rust marks, and the half of the sword is covered with mud. It looks very miserable, no different from scrap iron.
The broken sword lay quietly in the dirt and grass.
The rain kept falling, and with the washing of the rain, the soil on the sword was washed away, but the rust marks could not be washed away. It was still gray and dark without a trace of bright edge, but it was still lighter after all. The ground trembled, struggling, trying to get off the ground... like a seriously injured soldier, holding on to crutches, also wanted to stand up again, and then kill the enemy.
After an unknown amount of time, the broken sword finally left the ground and flew crookedly towards the mausoleum, as if it might fall to the ground again at any time.
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On the grassland where the sun never sets, the monster beasts that are second only to the Zidian leopard in speed are the wind wolves. These monster beasts are hybrids of snowfield wolves and Daxizhou charm wolves. They are born with incredible speed. The monster that preyed on the red eagle, of course, was mainly due to the wind wolf's collective combat ability and perseverance.
The bizarre death of the purple electric leopard in front did not slow down the speed of the wind wolves. As the most loyal and bloodthirsty guardian of Zhou Ling, the leader of the wolves received the order from the soul tree and decided to dare to enter the wolves. The intruders in the mausoleum were all torn apart, and most importantly, the wolves were composed of hundreds of wind wolves. Even if some of them died under those broken swords, there would always be more wind wolves rushing past, and then to The enemy attacks.
The wolves have great hunting wisdom. During the long wait, the leader of the wolves led his subordinates to quietly squeeze away the other monsters and came to the white grass road, because the ground here is the thickest. Hard and sturdy, the closest to the main entrance of the mausoleum, the most suitable for charging.
The desolate white grass on the white grass road was all turned into debris, and the wolves passed by like the wind, because the speed was too fast, there were too many wolves, and there was a piercing howling sound. However, in the next moment, those whistling sounds of breaking wind were replaced by another sound of breaking wind, which was even more shrill, or in other words, sharper.
That was the sound of sword intent piercing through the air.
The strand of white hair on the head of the leader of the wind wolf broke off in the wind.
That wisp of white hair is the most obvious feature that distinguishes the wind wolf from other wolf species, and it is this wisp of white hair that endows the wind wolf with the spirit and allows them to have the speed of the wind.
Now, the strand of pekoe is broken.
The leader of the wind wolf uttered an angry and unwilling howl, but even this howl could not be fully uttered, and it stopped in the middle, as if cut off by a sword.
Countless cracks appeared on the white grass road, and those cracks were parallel to the direction of the mausoleum, like countless straight lines, blocking the way of the wind wolves charging.
As long as the wind wolf crosses this straight line, it will be cut open by an invisible force.
The wolf claws that stepped on the hard ground broke off.
The shoulder of the wolf with flying white grass tufts is broken.
The wolf's tail was broken, and the wolf's waist was broken.
The pack of hundreds of wind wolves was broken the moment those cracks appeared.
It was like a large basket of stones being dumped on the ground, and there was a rattling sound on the white grass road.
Countless corpses of wind wolves were cut into pieces, and they kept rolling on the white grass road, some rolled into the grass marsh beside the road, and some were directly chopped into pieces by more sword intent.
On the road leading to the mausoleum, there were severed limbs everywhere, blood was sprayed everywhere, the white grass path turned into a bloody path, and the smell of blood was extremely pungent.
As the smell of blood spread to the sky, the sword intent in those cracks also went up against the rain and came to the sky.
Thousands of gray vultures were flying high in the sky, eerily quiet. These monsters were powerful and sinister. Back then, even Xu Yourong had to burn the last of the Phoenix's true blood to kill the group of gray vultures. Instead of roaring violently like other monsters, it quietly flew towards the mausoleum.
It seems that there is a piece of sky between them and the mausoleum, and there is nothing in front of them, which is convenient for them to launch a sneak attack.
However, those sword intents also came to the sky.
The cracks in the grassland seem to tear open the sky.
Countless screams suddenly sounded, countless broken feathers fluttered down, and what fell to the ground of the grassland faster was the bewitching blood.
Thousands of gray vultures descended one after another, and for a while, it was even denser than the rainstorm.
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Countless monsters rushing towards the mausoleum split apart and turned into bloody pieces.
Numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the grassland, the weeds were broken into pieces, the soil was cut into gravel, and countless sword intents shot out vertically and horizontally, straight up to the sky.
Even the dark cloud in the high sky was cut into pieces and turned into countless fragments, floating in a daze.
The rainstorm just stopped.
The sun-like setting sun on the edge of the grassland finally had a chance to shine red and warm light around the mausoleum.
The corpses of monsters were everywhere, and occasionally some monsters who were seriously injured and survived kept screaming.
The tide of beasts rushing towards the mausoleum stopped for a while, not daring to move forward, and slowly rising and falling.
This is a blood-red world.
The black sea of monsters has also turned into a calming red sea.
The mausoleum in the tide of beasts, after being wet by the rain, became extremely dark in color, and now looked like a black reef in the Red Sea.
No matter how violent the wind and waves are, or how the torrential rain breaks, it never shakes the slightest bit.
Compared with this blood-red world and the black mausoleum, the truly shocking picture is in the grassland around the mausoleum.
A broken sword flew from the grass to the sky with difficulty, making a clear howling.
An old sword burst out of the water, with the sound of muddy water dripping.
An ancient sword broke out of the stone, with a dull grinding sound.
Dozens of swords.
Hundreds of swords.
Thousands of swords.
Either with difficulty, or with hesitation, or with joy, we broke through the grass and reappeared between heaven and earth.
Countless swords appeared above the grassland around the mausoleum.
There are water pools everywhere in this grassland, more like a wetland, or a grass marsh.
For hundreds of years, countless people have been looking for Jianchi, but no one has found it, not even a clue.
Because no one has ever thought that the sword pool... turns out to be so big.
Jianchi is not a mountain pond, nor is it a cold pool.
Those swords have always been in this grassland.
This piece of endless, extremely vast grassland is Jianchi.
No, this is not a pool, it is obviously a sea.
Sea of swords.
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The prairie was quiet.
Chen Changsheng stood on the edge of the stone platform, watching the scene in front of him, and remained silent.
He had vaguely guessed the truth about Jianchi before, but when he saw the scene of Wan Jian's birth, he was still shocked to the extreme.
Nanke stood on the Shinto, watching this scene with a blank expression, not knowing what he was thinking. Ning Qiu covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, while her companion Hua Cui fell down in the rain. The face of the old man playing the piano was extremely pale, the guqin in front of him was covered with blood, and he didn't dare to look behind him.
Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er looked back and looked at each other, seeing the apology and determination in each other's eyes.
No one spoke, and no one moved.
Even the beast tide in the grassland gradually calmed down.
Because those swords are flying towards the mausoleum.
Countless swords flew in the red and warm light, as if to cover the sky.
As the mausoleum approached, the thousands of sword blades washed by the rain shone like stars.
That picture is really beautiful.
But those swords flew very slowly, not as proudly and powerfully as when they were just born.
Countless swords flew around the mausoleum and spread out slowly, like soldiers in formation.
The world is filled with sword intent.
Those sword intents were once extremely powerful, but now they are weakened, intertwined and a little messy.
There is no intelligence in these sword intents, but emotions, all kinds of complex emotions.
For this mausoleum, Jian's emotions are indifference and fighting spirit.
For the young man standing in the mausoleum, Jian's emotion is to meet the old man, and please take us away.
The knife is ruthless, and time is even more merciless.
These swords have been sleeping in the depths of Caohai for hundreds of years, and they are already dilapidated.
The moment they left the grassland, these swords had exploded with the most powerful force.
Yes, these swords are old, rusty, and decaying.
These swords now are seriously injured soldiers and old men who are walking forward with crutches.
They should have left the battlefield a long time ago and returned to their old countryside, but unfortunately the countryside here is not good, nor is it their hometown, it is just a cage.
For hundreds of years, they have always wanted to leave this grassland, but in the end only one companion succeeded and took their mind away.
However, that companion never returned.
Until today, at the moment when these swords were about to despair, the old man finally came back to meet each other.
A boy returned to this grassland with that heart.
The sword is old, but the boy is young.
Chen Changsheng's desire for freedom and love for life is so pure and firm.
Like a breeze, it wakes them up.
They heard his call, trusted his will, and their ambition was renewed.
The old sword still has power, Duanfeng can also kill the enemy.
Aim for thousands of miles.
To go thousands of miles away.
Return to hometown.
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