"There are two types of useless swords: innate and acquired. Innate useless swords refer to those swords that are unreasonably designed or poorly made and cannot kill enemies. For monks, those ordinary swords in the mortal world can also be called innate. Wasted sword."
"And those swords that can be called good swords, but are broken and broken in battle, or can no longer be used due to other reasons, are called acquired waste swords."
Lu Zheng coughed slightly, focused everyone's attention, and continued: "It is a rare opportunity to enter the sword tomb. When looking for a suitable sword, pay attention to the screening, and don't pull out any scraps of copper and iron to start a contract."
"In the Sword Tomb, once a contract is made, it cannot be changed. The contract can only be erased after coming out."
Lu Zheng deliberately kept his eyes on Zhou Zhao for a moment, as if he had something to say.
"Everyone has only one chance and can only bring out one sword."
After hearing this, everyone had different expressions. No one spoke any more along the way, and they soon arrived at the Sword Tomb.
They set off quite early, and when they arrived at Sword Tomb, there were already several sects who were a little earlier than them.
After waiting for about half an hour, all the sects finally arrived.
The elders of the sect used their spiritual power together, and the thick stone door slowly opened a three-foot-wide path, without any light coming out from inside.
Some casual cultivators saw the sword tomb opened and couldn't wait to get into it, and their figures quickly disappeared. Disciples from various sects also entered one after another.
The so-called sword tomb in this world is a huge stone door with ancient runes carved on both sides, and the mysterious sword tomb is connected to the back.
After everyone entered, the stone door made a loud bang and closed instantly, and the eyes suddenly became dark.
Everyone took out the luminous pearl lighting from the storage bag, and saw ten intricate roads in front of them, with various swords stuck diagonally on the roadside.
"Which path should we take?" The disciples of the Sword Sect all looked at Fu Zhu. She was the one with the highest cultivation here and the highest level of swordsmanship. They naturally regarded her as their backbone.
Fu Zhu sensed the sword energy from all directions with his spiritual sense, and just as he determined a direction, the mountains suddenly shook, and the figures of some disciples disappeared.
Fu Zhu subconsciously grasped Mi Yu who was closest to her, and felt an extremely strong feeling of weightlessness.
The speed of falling downwards is very fast, and there is no intention to stop. There is endless darkness in front of me, only the luminous pearl shines a little.
Fu Zhu wanted to control the sword, but found that Shuang Xueming could not fly in the air, and fell from the darkness, not knowing where he would fall.
She didn't know how long she had been falling, but Fu Zhu felt her body being lifted up by an invisible force, and then she slowly fell to the ground.
Fu Zhu first made sure of Mi Tuo's safety: "You're not injured, are you?" She had promised Third Junior Uncle to protect Junior Sister Mi Tuo. If she was injured somewhere, it would be hard to explain when she got back.
Mi Tao said softly: "With the spiritual protection of Senior Sister Fu Zhu, I was not injured."
Fu Zhu then observed the surrounding scene with peace of mind. With the light of the night pearl, she saw that there were countless swords here, either inserted diagonally in the cracks of the rocks, scattered on the ground, or piled up into a mountain of swords.
Her frosty snow was stuck vertically on a mountain of swords, but luckily it didn't fall too far.
The talisman climbed up the sword mountain, carefully pulled out Shuang Xueming, and put it on his waist.
"Senior Sister Fu Zhu, what should we do now?"
There was a strange sound coming from all around, like crying or roaring and angry. In short, it was very sad and there was an unspeakable depression in Fu Zhu's heart.
She tried hard to control her mind and said calmly: "While looking for the sword, let's look for other disciples of the sect at the same time."
Fu Zhu took out the water drop that Zhu Wei gave her from the storage bag, "This is the apprenticeship ceremony given to you by Kong Yunfeng. It contains the power of water spirit. If you feel any discomfort, hold this water drop tightly. "
The aura of water spirit is clean and can suppress resentment.
Mi Tao obediently took the water drop and held it tightly, then followed Fu Zhu.
There is only one road here, so don't worry about going astray, but there are unsheathed swords everywhere, and you will be scratched by the sharp blades if you are not careful.
Mi Yu has never seen so many swords. Some are engraved with gorgeous gems, some are domineering, the sword is as wide as a knife, some have smooth lines, and some are curved and rusty...
Various forms of flying swords are dazzling to see.
Fu Zhu looked at these swords and was not satisfied. None of them were suitable for his junior brother.
She had forgotten that the junior brother was only five years old. Judging from his current age, even in the vast sword tomb, it would be difficult to find a sword suitable for him.
There was a faint light coming from the front, and Fu Zhu looked happy, pulling Mi Yu forward quickly, the sound of footsteps echoing at the bottom of the valley.
The light moved faster, as if being chased by something. There was a bang in the darkness, and the light disappeared instantly.
"Too unlucky!" A charming female voice sounded.
She was running so fast that she didn't see the road clearly. She tripped over a stone and almost hit her face on the sword. Although she had a near miss, her arm was cut open and blood dripped down.
The strange sounds were getting closer and closer. The girl quickly dragged her body and hid behind a mountain of swords. She covered her forehead with her other hand, not noticing that the scratched arm was still dripping with blood and gradually disappeared into the mountain of swords.
"Why did the light disappear just now?" Mi Yu asked doubtfully.
Fu Zhu was keenly aware of a rusty smell of blood in the air, frowned slightly, and held up the Night Pearl to find the source of the blood smell.
"Senior Sister Fu Zhu!" Mi Tao suddenly called her, "There are blood stains on this sword!"
Fu Zhu squatted down and brought Ye Mingzhu close to the sword. He stretched out his hand and dipped a little blood on it to observe. It was still very thick, as if it had just been stained.
The girl behind Jianshan suddenly heard the word "Fu Zhu", her eyes lit up, and she smiled brightly.
"Hiss..." The girl accidentally touched the wound and couldn't help but let out a soft cry. This subtle movement was immediately captured.
"Who is it?" Shuang Xueming on Fu Zhu's hand pointed in the direction of Jian Mountain and asked Ling Sheng.
The girl's feet were numb from squatting, and she stood up slowly, trying to get out from behind the sword mountain. A cold light flashed before her eyes, and a snow-white sword was pointed directly at her eyebrows.
"Is it you?" Fu Zhu was a little surprised when he saw the girl in front of him, and quickly put away his sword.
A bright smile appeared on the girl's face, her hands loosened, and her pearl-like eyebrows emitted a soft white light.
It was the glimmer of light they were chasing before. If you put it between your eyebrows, you can illuminate it without using your hands. The little girl is very smart.
Fu Zhu found that there was a cut on her arm, and blood was dripping on her clothes. He stretched out his hand towards her, "You come out first, and I will help you treat the wound."
The girl put her hand on the talisman's hand and felt the talisman's gentle tug. She stepped over the stones and returned to the road.
Fu Zhu suddenly had wound medicine, gauze, water and other things on his hand.
Fu Zhu moistened the gauze with water, squeezed off part of the water, and gently wiped her wound. The wound looked very deep, and he was afraid that the little girl would be hurt. Fu Zhu spoke to her softly to distract her attention, "Your sect Where are the people? Why are you here alone?"
