Gujian Town, the world outside the wooden house fence.
The green mountains in the distance are lush and green, and the grass is green under the feet. The figures are a little sparse, maybe because of the afternoon.
However, Yang Feng, who grew up in the city, was very curious about everything here. Although this was not the first time he saw such a vibrant scene.
But in his memory, he has never seen anything better than this.
The only bad thing is that the Dantian is shrouded in a mysterious force, making it impossible to fly with the sword.
In this ancient sword town, the streets are so quiet in the afternoon. There are occasionally a few pedestrians, but they are also in a hurry.
"Brother, it's still early, why are you in such a hurry?"
After meeting several groups of people in a row, all of them seemed to be in a hurry, Yang Feng pulled an older middle-aged man and asked.
When Yang Feng pulled his sleeve, the other party didn't have any bad feelings.
"Young man, are you a foreigner?"
"Hmm, I just came to Gujian Town not long ago."
When he heard that Yang Feng said that he had just arrived in Gujian Town, he couldn't help but take a closer look and said, "No wonder, we are rushing to the Gujian Temple to worship Lord Sword Spirit. Why don't you come with us? Collided with Master Sword Spirit."
When Yang Feng heard this, he was immediately puzzled. Who built a temple to offer a sword? Aren't all temples dedicated to worshiping Bodhisattvas and Buddhas?
It's good here, not only to build a temple for the sword, but also to worship the sword as a god.
"Uh-huh."
Press down the doubts in your heart and agree.
This is a team of three people, plus Yang Feng and four others, walking towards the end of the street.
Not to mention, this man from Gujian Town looks like, ha! That's called a strong man. In urban terms, he is at least 1.8 meters tall. Yang Feng, who was originally very proud of his height of 1.78 meters, looked ashamed under the height of these three big men.
Just when Yang Feng was thinking wildly, a "tower"-shaped ancient temple could be vaguely seen not far away. Yang Feng was also puzzled by this, but he did not delve too deeply into it. All the mysteries in it were revealed soon after entering.
"Little brother, look at the ancient tower towering into the sky in front of you. It is our temple in Ancient Sword Town, where we worship Lord Sword Spirit."
One of the rugged men put his arm around Yang Feng's shoulders and said.
"Brother, who is the Lord Sword Spirit you are talking about? I haven't figured it out for a long time."
Although he guessed that it was impossible for these ordinary people to know the secret of the ancient sword, Yang Feng still held on to a glimmer of hope.
"Hush! Little brother, Master Sword Spirit cannot talk about it casually. Our Ancient Sword Town has been peaceful and peaceful for generations, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, all because of Master Sword Spirit's protection."
The rugged man's face changed drastically when he was frightened by Yang Feng's words, and he quickly prayed to the sword spirit.
Yang Feng secretly slandered, how backward is the civilization here? How old is this, and it is still so superstitious.
"Oh okay, I know."
Yang Feng had no intention of continuing to ask. After all, how could ordinary people be able to decipher the mystery?
At this moment, Yang Feng called out to Canxian in his heart, but after a long time there was still no response, so Yang Feng said a few words.
Then he and the three of them entered the Ancient Sword Temple.
This Ancient Sword Temple covers an area of fifty miles, accounting for half of the land area of Ancient Sword Town. This is nothing. There are countless people worshiping in the Ancient Sword Temple.
Yang Feng roughly estimated that all the residents of Gujian Town might be here.
Maybe Jianchan and Jianyi are here too. After all, they are considered long-term residents of this ancient sword town. There is no reason not to come to worship the sword spirit.
"Long Da, have you come to worship the sword spirit?"
"Hmm, Sister Liu, are you here to pray for blessings or to beg for a child?"
The person talking to the rough man in front of him was no stranger to Yang Feng. The first time he and Pan Xuan came here, it was the warm-hearted Sister Liu who showed them the way.
After Yang Feng arrived at the Ancient Sword Temple, it didn't take long for him to find an excuse to separate from Long Da and others. He looked around carefully and found that everyone here had a pious look on their face, and it seemed that they really had the sword enshrined in the hall. The three-foot-long giant sword is regarded as a god.
"Is this the ancient sword that bad old man said?"
Yang Feng scanned it from top to bottom and found that it was an ordinary sword made of sculpture. The only unique thing was that the sword intent here was five times that of the outside world.
No wonder the streets here are mostly filled with merchants selling swords, and occasionally one or two knights who have understood the sword's intention can be seen. Of course, all those who have understood the sword's intention are ordinary swords.
"Tsk tsk! The sword intention here is so strong, why don't I practice my sword here, and strive to perfect the sword intention as soon as possible, so that I can launch a general attack on the transformation realm."
After Jian Yi's explanation during this period, Yang Feng had a rough understanding of the stages of sword cultivation.
I also know that there is still a long way to go before the sword spirit can be awakened.
But he will have the combat power of a first-level instructor in three years, so he does not dare to slack off at all.
I just looked around and found that there were so many people here that it was difficult to practice swordsmanship, so I went to the altar alone to see if I could find anything, and to kill time while waiting for nightfall.
He couldn't believe that so many people wanted to spend the night in this ancient temple.
When Yang Feng came to the altar, he felt an uneasy feeling inexplicably. At the same time, the Lingsha Sword actually moved and roared. If Yang Feng hadn't held it tightly, it would have flown out by now.
"What's going on? It seems like something is summoning the evil spirit sword."
The Lingsha sword in Yang Feng's hand kept vibrating, but it was held tightly by Yang Feng, so it kept roaring.
There seemed to be some kind of aura beyond the sword's intention emanating from the altar.
Yang Feng forcibly put the Lingsha sword in his hand into the Qiankun bag.
Begin to carefully climb the stairs leading to the altar.
The sword intent becomes stronger with each step on the altar.
Just when Yang Feng climbed to the second step and was about to continue walking.
A figure stopped Yang Feng.
"Young man, this is not the place you should be, please leave quickly."
It was a face full of vicissitudes of life, and a backbone bent by the will of heaven and earth.
After stopping Yang Feng with a withered yellow hand, he just warned Yang Feng once with a hoarse voice, and then like a devout believer, he stationed himself at an important position on the altar.
Yang Feng took a deep look at the old man, then turned and left without looking back.
You must know that with his spiritual consciousness in the foundation building stage, he did not even notice the arrival of the old man. This shows that the old man's cultivation level is far above him.
What's more, at this moment, his Dantian was sealed tightly and he couldn't use any energy at all.
Yang Feng left silently, but he became curious about the altar. What could be there on the top of the altar that could cause the Lingsha Sword in his hand to move?
You know, since Yang Feng obtained the Lingsha Sword from Pan Xuan, this is the first time that the Lingsha Sword has behaved like this.
Yang Feng, who had had "spiritual communication" with the Lingsha Sword Spirit, could feel the urgency of the Lingsha Sword Spirit.
Yang Feng calmed himself down, and then tried to communicate spiritually with the Lingsha Sword. After he passed the test of the Lingsha Sword Spirit, he could no longer enter the state of emptiness and darkness and enter the inner world of the Lingsha Sword Spirit.
But at this moment, he actually entered the void state again for the first time.
I saw the spirit evil sword sword spirit.
"Lingsha, what's on the altar?"
"I don't know, but there's a voice there calling me, and I can't help myself."
Lingsha Sword Spirit himself didn’t know what was on the altar.
Soon Yang Feng was forced to exit the empty state. This time was too short, and he had no time to ask before leaving the inner world of Lingsha Sword.
"No, I must go to this altar at night to have a look."
Yang Feng made up his mind. As long as a person is human, he will always have time to rest, not to mention that the other party is still an old man with half of his body buried in the ground.
Definitely needed a break.
Yang Feng found an inconspicuous place and began to meditate. Although the mysterious power here blocked the energy in his Dantian, it did not prevent him from absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice.
It's just that the five elements of spiritual energy between heaven and earth are so pitiful that they can almost be ignored.
As if Yang Feng had anticipated this situation, he remained unmoved. Meditating and practicing was only secondary, with the purpose of waiting for nightfall.
Cultivation takes no time.
In the blink of an eye, it's dusk.
The people who came to worship in the Ancient Sword Temple also began to leave one after another.
Finally, the originally bustling Ancient Sword Temple began to become deserted, as well as the main hall where the ancient sword was enshrined.
There are countless sacrifices and flowers.
The person who manages the Ancient Sword Temple is the mayor of Gujian Town, but every time the residents come to worship Lord Sword Spirit, the mayor is nowhere to be seen.
Yang Feng originally planned to go to the altar now, but when he saw the figure in the corner, he quickly concealed his presence to prevent being discovered.
"Lord Sword Spirit, please be kind and save my son!"
The figure in the corner actually pulled out a coffin. From a distance, Yang Feng could smell the stench emanating from the coffin.
The figure in the corner slowly walked out.
I saw that the man was wearing an evil ghost mask, making a sharp voice, his hair was hanging on his shoulders, and his body was covered by a black cloth robe. It was difficult to distinguish between male and female for a while.
Phew!
Two mysterious powers shrouded the coffin.
The man wearing the evil ghost mask knelt down in the direction of the ancient sword's spell.
"Thank you, Lord Sword Spirit."
After saying that, his body seemed to have been deprived of something at the moment when the sword spirit cast the spell, and his hair turned white instantly.
Incredibly, the silent coffin suddenly started to move.
boom!
After a loud noise, a living life jumped out of the coffin.
What came out of the coffin was a young boy, no more than ten years old.
"Mom, I'm afraid!"
After the boy rushed out of the coffin, he immediately grabbed the old woman's sleeve.
"Me, my poor child! Quick, thank you Master Sword Spirit."
The old woman with hair as white as snow spoke to the child in a trembling voice.
After hearing this, the boy ran under the ancient sword, made a "pop" sound, knelt down and put his hands together, and said piously: "Thank you, Lord Sword Spirit!"
The old woman was like a candle in the wind, crumbling. When she saw the boy who was "alive" again, a smile appeared on her face.
Yang Feng, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly became confused when he saw this magical scene.
"Resurrection from the dead" is something that even the person in his humanoid pendant, who is known as the number one immortal in the mortal world, can't do it.
