"According to each level of generation, this ruthless sword sect has only been passed down for only four generations..."

Yang Feng murmured in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised by this.

However, when Yang Feng thought of the way Wuqing Sword Sect recruited disciples, he felt relieved.

After Yang Feng's eyes swept over, he found that except for the scattered tablets on the second and third floors of the altar, there were only some sandalwood plates left, all of which were empty.

Yang Feng's eyes stayed at the highest altar for a while. There was no ranking of Wurong Taoist on it, but a purple tray was placed.

"It seems that when Wuqing Sword Sect was destroyed, Wuqing Taoist had not yet fallen..."

Just as Yang Feng was thinking, a jingling sound suddenly came from behind the Zushi Hall.

The sound was not very loud, but it had a strange penetration that was passed down here. Yang Feng did not listen carefully, but he could hear it clearly.

Yang Feng's heart moved and immediately left Zushi Hall, followed a path in the backyard and rushed towards the back mountain.

After walking for about half an hour, Yang Feng arrived in front of a hillside and stopped.

In Yang Feng's footsteps, a half-person-high black stone was erected with two big words: Sword Sea!

Yang Feng stood on the edge of the hillside and looked down. He saw a faint reflection of light. Then he looked carefully and couldn't help but exclaim in his mouth.

I saw countless flying swords standing upright among the dense grass below, with different colors, swaying gently in the wind like green grass, colliding with each other, making crisp sounds.

Among these flying swords, there are small flying swords that are as thin as silver needles, and large giant swords that are as wide as door panels. Since the curved swords are also as straight and strange long swords... all kinds of colors are different.

They didn't know how many ten thousand years they had stored in this sea of ​​swords, but there was no decay, and without exception, they all shone with dazzling light.

Yang Feng's eyes patrolled the sea of ​​swords for a moment, and finally stopped and landed next to a giant sword.

There, Yang Feng saw his immortal sword, seventy-two flying swords arranged neatly, swaying gently with the other flying swords.

Just as Yang Feng was calling with his heart, the frequency of the Eternal Life Sword swing suddenly became a little messy, as if responding to her, as if she was suppressed by an invisible force and never flew towards him.

When Yang Feng saw this, his heart moved.

Yang Feng waved his hand and flew up his sleeves. Wrapped by a soft green light, he silently passed through the black stone and entered the range of the sword sea. A layer of light and shadow swam across the surroundings that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

There was almost no sound, and the sleeves collapsed in the light and shadow, turning into shatter.

When Yang Feng saw this, he stopped moving and frowned.

However, at this moment, a loud shock suddenly came from the sky.

Yang Feng looked up and his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw a white cloud hanging inlaid with gold edges above the sea of ​​swords.

Above the clouds, there was a huge white stone altar floating unmoved. It was octagonal in shape, and there were eight golden pillars dozens of feet high standing around it, with golden dragons entrenched on it, carved lifelikely and looking quite spectacular.

Yang Feng frowned slightly, and was about to fly forward to check, when he heard a roar from the altar suddenly, and a red light burst out from the clouds below the altar.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of red flame suddenly surged out from the center of the white cloud, and a bright and dazzling red quickly replaced the white, instantly igniting the entire cloud.

At the same time, a sea of ​​red fireworks was immediately turned into under the White Stone altar, and the flames rolled, reflecting half of the sky red.

Without clouds blocking, Yang Feng suddenly saw a short middle-aged man standing on the altar hanging in the air.

This person is nothing else, he is Hu Shan.

At this moment, he was looking solemn, his hands raised high, and he kept waving towards the sky, and there were still bursts of chanting sounds in his mouth.

Above his head, a black iron plate the size of a palm fan was suspended, with a slight drum in the middle and slightly bent on both sides, looking exactly the same as the "Danshu Iron Certificate" given by the secular dynasty, with four big words "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Zong" engraved on it.

With the sound of obscure chanting, the flames below the altar became more and more vigorous, and a wave of heat visible to the naked eye rolled over, burning the surrounding void so that it burst into ripples.

In the sea of ​​swords, countless flying swords were like grasslands in the strong wind, swaying violently, colliding with each other, making tinkling sounds.

Yang Feng frowned, and a trace of understanding suddenly flashed in his heart.

The so-called "spirit-gathering sword formation" that Hu Shan spent all his time in the Longmen, which was created by collecting thousands of spiritual swords, was mostly learned from this ruthless sword sect.

The sword sea sword formation here should be the original real spirit gathering sword formation.

Based on this world, the altar of the sky as the furnace, and the iron voucher of ten thousand swords as the guide, gathering countless flying sword spirits in this sea of ​​swords, truly achieving the unity of ten thousand swords. What a courage!

"Ten Thousand! Swords! Gathering! Spirits!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the high altar!

The sound was like rolling thunder, rumbling, causing the world to roar.

In an instant, the entire mountain shook violently, and the invisible sword energy imprisoned in the sea of ​​swords rose into the sky.

Yang Feng saw that there seemed to be a breeze gently blowing through the sea of ​​swords. The dense grasses that grew up in it broke in an instant and were thorned into powder by the invisible sword energy in the sky.

The countless flying swords that were originally swinging with the wind, but now they all condensed as if they were guided by some guidance, as if the soldiers in the battle stood straight in the sea of ​​swords, with the tip of the sword pointing straight to the sky, motionless.

On the altar, Hu Shan took a deep breath, suddenly waved his palm, and a golden flying sword immediately flew out of his palm and turned into a golden light. After a dripping spiral in the air, it suddenly floated under the iron coupon of ten thousand swords.

Hu Shan pointed like a knife, and portrayed it in the void. The golden light flowed at his fingertips, and the light marks that participated condensed into a golden rune about a meter-sized one, and fell on the iron scroll of Ten Thousand Swords in a flash.

The Ten Thousand Swords Iron Certificate trembled and made a refreshing buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of fine lines began to appear on the entire iron voucher, connecting each other and emitting dazzling golden light.

Only a "boom" sound was heard!

An extremely thick golden light column gushed out from the iron coupon of Ten Thousand Swords and reached the sky, then exploded in the sky like fireworks, turning into a dazzling golden light curtain.

The shadows on the golden light curtain are slim and condense into countless illusory lights and shadows.

Among them are both tall golden armored gods, holding a huge sword in hand, smashing the city and shaking the mountains with a wide blade, and masked assassin with a charming figure, holding a slender sword like a needle in hand, and a beheaded head...

There are both graceful flying women, flying clothes and dancing with swords, and thin long bearded old men, and they also direct sword energy to scatter... All things, thousands of swords and shadows, all in one go.

Yang Feng frowned, staring at the countless phantoms in the golden light curtain, and golden light also appeared in his pupils.

At this moment, his whole body and mind seemed to be immersed in it.

He felt that he had also merged into the golden light curtain and became one of them. He was urging seventy-two immortal swords, dancing freely, and bursting out sword shadows and green lotus in the void.

Just as he was trapped in it, the sea of ​​fire under the hanging altar suddenly changed, and the flames rolled and twisted, turning into a huge vortex of flames, and bursts of strong attraction came from it.

In the sea of ​​swords below, all the flying swords were inspired, and suddenly there was a chaotic tremor, rising up one after another, turning into a surging and majestic torrent of flying swords, flying towards the vortex of flames.

The void above the entire sword sea became chaotic, and the various sword lights reflected everywhere cut the entire void into pieces. The invisible sword energy was no longer imprisoned in the sword sea and began to flee in all directions.

"Swish!"

Two sounds of cloth tearing were heard, and Yang Feng's clothes were swept into the sword energy, and two extremely long holes were immediately tore open.

But he himself was still looking at the sky motionlessly, as if he knew nothing.

In the sky, more than a thousand flying swords surged into the vortex of flames, and were immediately burned to a red color, making waves of wailing tremolo.

The light condensed, and balls of various colors of light flew out from it. It was the pure sword element of these flying swords.

The light of the flying swords that were stripped of sword essence quickly dimmed, and in a few breaths it was refined into a pool of magma-like liquid, melted into the flames, and disappeared.

The capacity of the flame vortex is limited and can only absorb more than a thousand flying swords at a time. Yang Feng's immortal sword is located behind, and it is still a distance from entering the vortex. However, according to this, it is only a matter of dozens of breaths.

On the altar of the air, Hu Shan's brows were also frowning together, and he murmured: "Very good, just fall into the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit Map. When I refine this peerless and rare fairy sword, I will try my sword with you..."

In fact, he had already noticed Yang Feng's arrival, but was busy urging the formation and had no time to take care of it.

In front of him, there was a hollow area in the middle of the altar of the air, and there were sword element light balls floating out, hovering in the air.

Seeing this, Hu Shan showed joy on his face, and his hands intertwined in front of him for a while, pinched out a strange magic trick, and pointed at the iron coupon of Ten Thousand Swords.

The golden pattern on the iron voucher suddenly flashed, and a golden glow projected out from it, covering the golden sword below, condensed into a golden vortex that looked like a substance.

As soon as the vortex was formed, the sword Yuan light balls floating on the altar immediately flew over and rushed into Hu Shan's natal flying sword.

The golden sword trembled, and golden light rippled on the sword body, spreading waves of golden light arcs around it.
Chapter completed!