The spell at Hushankou suddenly stopped, and he waved his hand. The white light flew out in seven days. It was the thing of seven half-moon talismans.

Hu Shan pinched the magic trick with both hands, and seven golden talismans flew out, inlaid in the sunken place on the light curtain, tightly fitting.

Buzz!

The golden light curtain suddenly sprayed countless golden runes outwards, gradually becoming thinner. It took an hour to completely disappear.

A black passage appeared in front of everyone, and it was so dark inside that it was not known where it led. The spiritual consciousness could not detect it. It was obviously an imposition of some kind of restriction that was isolated from the spiritual consciousness.

"Let's go!"

After saying this, Hu Shan was the first to walk in.

Elder Mo Ye followed without saying a word, and Yang Feng and others naturally followed closely.

After everyone entered the passage, a golden light flowed through the mountain wall, and the entrance of the passage turned into a mountain wall again.

The black channel is not short, and it took an hour to walk forward.

At the end of the passage is a huge blue stone door with countless runes engraved on it, which looks very ancient.

Hu Shan took out a token from his waist and waved it gently towards the blue stone door. A layer of green light appeared on the surface of the stone door, as if he had been sleeping for a long time and woke up.

After all the green light was twisted, a pattern that was more complex than the mountain wall outside was gradually formed.

Then, Hu Shan waved his hand and nine small blue swords flew out and stabbed them in nine places in the stone gate.

The pattern on the cyan stone door flashed and gradually faded.

With a creaking sound, the huge stone door slowly opened.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly shone out from inside.

The light was too sudden, and everyone outside the door, including Elder Moye, subconsciously closed their eyes, their bodies were shrouded in dazzling light, and their bodies disappeared out of thin air in the passage.

When Yang Feng opened his eyes again, he found a howling sound of wind coming from his ears, as if countless sword intents filled the world, and at this moment he was approaching them with an extremely sharp momentum.

After Yang Feng calmed down, he glanced around. He looked green everywhere, and in front of him there was a grassland of thousands of miles in radius.

On the top of the grassland, there are green graves everywhere.

There is a flying sword inserted on each tomb, and there are as many as thousands.

Among these dense tombs, there are ten huge black stone pillars scattered everywhere, each with a distance of hundreds of miles. The entire Jiantom Grassland uses this as the core to divide ten areas into pieces.

In these areas, three teams of immortal cultivators were stationed, each team had a Mahayana cultivator as the leader, leading the other nine fusion cultivators, a total of 300.

Yang Feng's eyes swept over the grassland and saw all the layout here. He only showed a look of surprise on his face, but in fact he was very shocked.

Among these flying swords, some of the swords were cold and frozen, freezing the surrounding grasslands into ice, while others burned the fire of Huhu, burning a radius of hundreds of meters into scorched earth.

The sword bodies swung slightly, making trembling sounds. The amazing sword energy rushed straight to the bullfighting, cutting all the white clouds above the sky into pieces of fine clouds, making it impossible for them to condense into shape.

There were even some flying swords in it that trembled violently from time to time, making harsh friction sounds, and they wanted to pull them out of the tomb. At this time, the cultivators stationed nearby would pinch magic tricks and jointly suppress them.

Unfortunately, there were too many flying swords on the grassland. When they pressed the gourd, they started to rise again. As soon as they were suppressed, the flying swords struggled again and even flew up, which seemed quite lively.

However, these immortal cultivators seem to have been used to this kind of thing, and they handle it in an orderly manner without any sign of panic.

No matter which one is taken out, these unruly flying swords are enough to make a cultivator in the fusion stage, or even the Mahayana stage, exchange for all the money. Some of the higher-quality flying swords among them are even more jealous when they see them.

When these flying swords gather together and present them to the world, no matter how calm the mind is, people cannot help but be shocked, because this is no longer something that can be done simply by relying on strong financial resources.

Without exception, all of these immortal cultivators in the true fairyland are immortal cultivators who use flying swords as their natal objects. Each of them is proficient in sword control, so when they see this scene, their shock becomes even more intense.

Seeing this, Zhuo Feng's eyes changed again and again. He took his eyes back with difficulty, looked at Hu Shan with admiration, and exclaimed: "I have heard that the sword tomb of the Lord Hu's Sect is extraordinary. Today I have to see it. I know that the past rumors are not only not exaggerated, but some are not finished. I am afraid that no one in our entire Dragon Gate can surpass the Lord Hu's Sect. It is really amazing and amazing..."

His words were somewhat flattering, but everyone present did not feel harsh in their ears, because they thought so in their hearts, but they just didn't say it out loud.

"Nothing. This is also collected by our stewards for tens of thousands of years and has worked hard to integrate the thousand,080 flying swords needed for today's sword formation, which is not easy..."

Hu Shan waved his hand and said, but a hint of complacent flashed in his eyes.

Yang Feng didn't care about these things at this moment, and his eyes were fixed on the northwest of Jianzhong Grassland.

Because in the area there, a blue flying sword was inserted on top of the seventy-two round tombs, and the sword body kept trembling, and thin golden arcs ejected from all over their bodies, as if trying to break free from the tomb.

These seventy-two green flying swords are not other things, but the real name of the flying sword "Eternal Life Sword" that Yang Feng has been looking for!

There was only one immortal sword, but it could transform into seventy-two flying swords.

At this moment, these flying swords seemed to sense Yang Feng's existence, and their struggle became more and more intense. The electric lights around them were shining brighter and brighter, and they were about to explode completely.

Seeing this, Yang Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and his thoughts changed sharply.

Of course, he wanted to get his flying sword back immediately, but it was naturally impossible to ask Hu Shan for help. He forced the flying sword to snatch it away with his own strength, and even seeking death.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Almost the next moment, he suppressed the thoughts in his heart and directly cut off the connection with the Immortal Sword of Life.

Without Yang Feng's soul sensing, the lightning on the Eternal Life Sword suddenly disappeared, but for some reason, he was still struggling constantly, as if he was about to break free from the grave.

Seeing this, the three teams of immortal cultivators stationed in the area where the Immortal Sword was located changed their faces and made magic tricks on the tomb. The tomb, which looked like a steamed bun, immediately lit up a blue light, and strong imprisonment power was transmitted from it.

But even so, he could not completely suppress the abnormal movement of the Eternal Divine Sword. There were still several flying swords struggling fiercely, looking like they were about to come out.

"Senior Brother Feng Ye, what's going on? Although these flying swords make a fuss every once in a while, they have never been as difficult to convince as they are today."

A man asked the person beside him with a puzzled look on his face.

Beside him, the tall black-skinned young man did not answer, but stood up from the ground, came to the vicinity of the flying swords, pinched a magic trick in his hand, and raised his hand and threw it away.

Several black stones as big as palms flew up, drew soft arcs in the air, and fell on the tombs without bias.

These stones are rough in texture and reflect black light from stars. They look very ordinary, but in fact they are a kind of strange stone called "Sword Stone" that can briefly suppress the spirituality of the flying sword.

As the sword-squeezing stones fell, the light on the tomb became brighter, and the remaining flying swords suddenly shrank, and the lightning of the light on their bodies disappeared.

In fact, those graves seem ordinary, but in fact they also have secrets. They can not only protect the flying swords so that they will not pass away from their original owner's nourishment, but also have the ability to imprison them to ensure that the flying swords will not leave here.

Seeing that all the Eternal Swords were settled, Feng Ye sat back without saying a word.

Seeing this, the man could only sigh silently.

For some reason, since one day a few years ago, Feng Ye, who had become a pride in the sect, suddenly changed his temperament and became very silent. His original rapid cultivation seemed to have been affected, which made Elder Moye extremely dissatisfied.

While the man was sighing secretly, another person beside him said, "Senior Brother, the end is the last day of our duty in this sword tomb. It will not be so easy and no danger in the future. There are still tasks that can be earned with stable contribution points every month."

The big man laughed and said, "Hehe, didn't you complain last time, saying that this task was boring and that it was just idle and nothing to do?"

At the same time, although Yang Feng, who was far away at the entrance, cut off the connection with the Immortal Sword, his attention did not leave.

However, when Yang Feng saw Feng Ye as a person who presided over the sword-suppressing formation here, a certain doubt in his heart was resolved.

When Yang Feng just arrived at the Longshan Mountains, the aura of the Immortal Divine Sword of the King of Jinfeng was cut off at the same time, so he always thought that the two things must be together, so he later found the King of Jinfeng but did not find the Immortal Divine Sword, which made him feel uneasy.
Chapter completed!