Three days of cultivation are fleeting, and Lin Tianxu's anticipated trip to Jianxin Valley is today.

The genius was in a daze, and Lin Tianxu had already come out of the Hongmeng space. He took a shower and changed his clothes carefully, adjusted his spirit to the best state, and waited quietly.

Under the giant sword of Yujian Peak, all the disciples of the five major Taoist sects who participated in this Taoist competition were staring at Lin Tianxu, Yuwen Sheng and Shen Peiran under the rising sun. The three of them were now with pious eyes and listening to the last instructions of the owner of Mingjian Pavilion.

"Sword Heart Valley is the forbidden area of ​​this pavilion. You must not act without permission after entering the valley. Be sure to follow the elder of Mingjian Pavilion who leads the way. Of course, I will also go in with you. Regardless of whether you have gained or not, you only have three hours.

If someone doesn’t listen to the hello, he will be sent out of the valley directly. When the time comes, the elder will take you away. Please cherish this opportunity."

Because only the first three disciples can enter the valley, and the teachers outside the Mingjian Pavilion can only see them off here, Master Yun Qing did not give any more instructions at this time.

Lin Tianxu looked at his master's shabby Taoist robe, mottled hair, and calm eyes. He knew how much magma was actually boiling in his master's heart, and he also knew how many hopeful visions the masters of Qiuluofeng had carried on his shoulders!

He respectfully saluted the two real people and other emperors, turned around and followed several elders of Mingjian Pavilion in silence, and left Yujian Peak.

Jianxin Valley was northeast of the sword peak. The three young disciples along the way did not talk. Shen Peiran just walked quietly. After an hour, he arrived at the entrance of the valley.

There was a thick fog at the entrance of the valley, and a faint light flashed. This was the eye of the mountain protection formation of Mingjian Pavilion, which had been passed down for thousands of years. If you really trespass and trigger the killing formation, the monks below the Mahayana stage would be wiped out in an instant.

Each major Taoist sect has its own mountain guard formation, and the Wanjue Killing Formation is among the top three in the Chengyun World, and it has always been famous on the three continents.

After Shen Xingtian, the head of Mingjian Pavilion, and several elders cast spells together, the eyes of Wanjue Killing that sealed Jianxin Valley opened. Lin Tianxu sensed that the surrounding true energy had a mysterious change, and the fog in front of him gradually dissipated in the change, and the path leading to the valley was revealed.

The entrance of the valley is a tightened mountain pass. When you walk along the path, you will find that it is getting wider and wider. What appears in front of you is not the narrow valley you imagined, but a mountain basin surrounded by mountains.

It is like an ordinary grassland, but it has bulging soil mounds of different sizes. If it is a pile of graves, it will lack the gloomy and dead energy. There are spiritual energy everywhere in the valley that is not emitted, and it appears and disappears.

All the spiritual energy fluctuations have a breath far higher than the current five masters' cultivation level. Lin Tianxu knew that this was the spiritual energy pressure above the distraction.

This invisible pressure makes everyone who comes in for the first time urge to worship, because these vague auras all carry a sharp murderous aura. Although the sword edge is hidden, the sword light is hidden.

Although they are all marks left in the killings of the past, for the righteous disciples, they are all very kind auras, with respect but no fear.

At this time, the elder in front also deliberately slowed down, while the young disciple behind him carefully sensed everything around him.

Lin Tianxu came into contact with swordsmanship not long ago. When he was reading the Heavenly Dao Sword Art, he truly felt the sharp sword intent for the first time. At this time, he completely relaxed his mind and used the realm of emptiness that he had realized when practicing the immortal method of the Great Dharma of Eternal Empty.

His whole body was completely empty, he took off all his defenses, opened his body and all his mind, and felt the faint spiritual thoughts that appeared in the air.

He knew very well that under all the bulging mounds in front of him were the divine swords from the former famous town, and the divine swords with a glorious past, how could he always be willing to be permanently silent?

The sword spirit with his own thoughts may also long for those who are destined to take them away and go to the battlefield of killing demons that they yearn for day and night. After all, only in the battlefield of blood and fire can these magical swords find their own vast world.

There are dozens of sword tombs in front of you, which one can truly belong to you?

At this time, Chen Xingtian had disappeared in the distance, and the elder who led the team was Chen Xingwen. Lin Tianxu walked forward gently, "Elder Chen, can we go around here by ourselves? Also, where is the God Killing position?"

Hearing Lin Tianxu's question, Chen Xingwen's eyes flashed, staring at his face for a long time, pointing to the northwest direction, "The three famous swords are all over there, you can go over, but you can't move around easily."

Shen Peiran also heard their answers and approached him at this time, "Senior Brother wants to see the God Killing? Let me be with you, I want to see it too."

Yuwen Sheng did not follow him. He walked slowly without any focus. Perhaps for him, he did not have the heart to cultivate swords, but only wanted to feel the sword energy brought by various sword spirits. He hoped to have some insights and hone his own practice.

Following the direction of Chen Xingwen's finger, Lin Tianxu walked towards his biggest dream now. Shen Peiran followed him obediently, without disturbing his senior brother's thoughts at this time.

The other sword tombs were scattered randomly in the valley, with a distance of three or five meters, and at most three meters. However, when the two gradually approached the God-killing God, they found that they were the only ones around ten meters.

Three mounds of earth like three-legged tripods appear alone in front of you. This place is not like before, with a complex aura, which makes you look particularly calm.

It was like the deep sea, and even the sound of the wind could not be visited, and the air had long been frozen. Only the isolated mound of soil attracted all the attention.

Lin Tianxu looked at the usual mound of soil at this time, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, slowed down his breathing, and tried to let go of all his body and mind to calm down and feel the three great swords.

The empty and invisible aura blocked the sword intent in the distance, and there was still tranquility around it.

Lin Tianxu began to let his thoughts fly, imagining the scene of meteorites falling from the sky, bringing gold essence, cold iron, adding various auxiliary materials, and after countless tempering, the sword body was first formed.

Imagine the masters who are alone in swords, traveling around the world, and destroying demons and eliminating enemies. There is an endless murderous intent on the magic sword.

Imagine the sword on the battlefield of Taoist demons, like a dragon, wandering in the battlefield, with cold light and sword shadows, and the demons all gave their heads.

Imagine the senior immortals going, and the sword and the valley are still there. From then on, only the sword name is heard in the world, and there is no sword shadow.

Imagine the sword spirit being silent for a hundred years, waiting for the awakening of those who are destined to be, and use the blood of the demon clan to clean up the dust accumulated for thousands of years, and shine in the nine provinces again.

The years that had been pursuing thousands of years in my mind, and it took more than an hour to pass without realizing it. Although Lin Tianxu tried his best to resonate with the past glory and reality to resonate with the Divine Sword, it was still empty.

Because he had no research on kendo, Lin Tianxu could not think of any other way, and this opportunity might only be this time in his life. He didn't want to just pass by him like this!

Shen Peiran also sat quietly next to her. At this moment, she frowned slightly, and the dazzling sword shadow on her forehead was looming, using her own sword heart to communicate with nothingness.

Jianxin is a very strange existence. In the history of Mingjian Pavilion, as long as disciples with Jianxin will have extraordinary talents in the understanding of swords and the sharpening of sword intent. It should be the best way to use Jianxin to communicate with sword spirits.

Lin Tianxu's divine thoughts at this moment had turned from the divine sword to himself, and he traveled to this world of Taoism in a daze. His carefree years were destroyed by the demons, and he was tragically exterminated and unexpectedly received gifts from his ancestors.

Although I have made some progress in my cultivation for several years, I am still as small as gravel. I am eager to strengthen my strength, to a higher level, and to one day I can step onto the Northern Region and kill all the demons.

Intertwined with boundless ambitions and the ordinaryness of reality, seeing the magic sword but no fate with me, is it destined that I am not so destined to be so impressed?

A full of passion surged into my heart, and my state of calmness fluctuated. At this time, I heard my unyielding heartbeat in the silence.

The heartbeat slowly increased and slowly became low, huh? There seemed to be a heartbeat around me. At first I thought it was an hallucination I imagined, but it gradually became clear, and one sound after another seemed to slowly hammer into my divine sea.

Lin Tianxu looked up and saw Shen Peiran beside him with a surprised look. It turned out that it was not an hallucination, but something unknown happened suddenly.

Soon, several elders of Mingjian Pavilion in the distance also sensed the situation here, and even Shen Xingtian suddenly appeared. However, it seemed as if there was an invisible wall blocking them. They were only looking at the two disciples sitting in front of the mound more than ten feet away.

At this time, Lin Tianxu and Shen Peiran thought that their piety was in line with a certain magical sword. The heartbeat around them was getting slower and slower, but it became more and more powerful, as if a sleeping giant was slowly waking up.

"God Killing, the movement comes from God Killing!" Shen Xingtian, who could only watch from a distance, lost his former peace and exclaimed in surprise. After all, God Killing is also a worshiper for him, and this is the leader of the famous sword!

After a brief confusion, Lin Tianxu and Shen Peiran also felt that the heartbeat sound came from the mound in the center, and an old aura was being generated and rapidly becoming stronger.

The two of them didn't dare to move at this moment, staring blankly ahead, waiting for everything that might happen next.

The heartbeat sounded more and more shocking. Every rise and fall caused Lin Tianxu to shake the whole body. He felt his breathing, his body, and all his spiritual thoughts were pulled by the heartbeat sound, and his qi and blood and true qi began to respond fiercely.

Just in the time of the tea, the breath in the field continued to grow, and the pressure brought by the heartbeat even made Lin Tianxu and Shen Peiran unable to stand up and slowly lowered.

"The divine stage, this aura is still increasing!" Shen Xingtian didn't care about surprise at this time, "The divine stage is mid-stage, late-stage, great perfection of divine division!"

A look of horror appeared on his face, and the elders around him were also frightened. After all, Shen Xingtian was only in the late stage of the Nascent Soul, and the current situation was completely beyond the expectations of Mingjian Pavilion present.

"It's still breaking through, separation, separation stage!" The pressure on his face made several seniors in the Nascent Soul stage more than ten feet away unable to resist, and slowly knelt down to the ground.
Chapter completed!