Chapter 437: Sea of ​​Swords

There was a loud bang!

The golden sword light all over the sky pierced through the billowing thick fog, falling down like a waterfall, hitting the heavy water wheel one after another.

The "ding dong" sound of a shower of rain came continuously from above the heads of the two of them.

Han Li's pupils shrank, he pinched the formula with one hand, and shouted "Sick".

Just listen to the sound of "buzz".

The Dao of Water pattern on the heavy water wheel shines brightly, and a jet of black light erupts from the wheel body. Dozens of black heavy water rush out from the light, intertwine with each other in mid-air, and kink into a huge heavy water vortex .

The golden sword light fell into the vortex, without any room to resist, it was twisted into pieces.

"Go!" Han Li shouted violently, and waved his palm suddenly.

The heavy water real wheel suddenly shrunk to the size of an ordinary shield, and with a whistling sound, it drew an extremely long black arc of light in midair and shot at a wooden puppet.

The puppet didn't move, and pressed the sword with one hand, forming a wide-bladed lightsaber outside the sword, and blocked it towards the real wheel of heavy water.

Seeing that the two were about to collide with each other, Han Li suddenly hooked his fingers in the void, and the heavy water real wheel turned around in mid-air, bypassing the lightsaber, and smashed on the puppet's head.

Only a "pop" sound was heard.

A black light of heavy water gushed out of the puppet's head, and it exploded straight away, while its remaining body seemed to be drained of all its strength in an instant, tilted to the side, and fell down.

The golden long sword in his hand seemed to be summoned by something, the light shone brightly, turned into a flying rainbow, and flew towards the top of the mountain.

The other puppets around turned a blind eye to this scene, holding long swords one after another, and charged towards Han Li and the two of them.

"No time to waste here..."

Han Li frowned, and with a swipe of his palm, the heavy water real wheel flew back immediately, hanging above his palm, spinning non-stop.

The treasure wheel of mantra in his body reversed secretly, and the change of time flow made his figure suddenly blurred.

On the stone ladder to the sky, a continuous afterimage flashed across the sky, and then stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous cracking sound.

Among the remaining six puppets, four had their bodies and heads separated and fell to the ground. The four long swords in their hands, like the one before, flew towards the top of the mountain attracted by an invisible force.

Han Li's figure flickered, and after regaining his footing, his complexion turned slightly pale, he was panting lightly, and the speed of the heavy water real wheel in his hand gradually slowed down.

Simultaneously activating the Heavy Water True Wheel and the Mantra Treasure Wheel consumes too much power of immortality, even with him now, he can't use it for too long.

Lu Yuqing was originally confronting the two puppets, but in the blink of an eye, she realized that her opponent had been defeated. She couldn't help being startled, but when she saw Han Li, her face relaxed.

"Boom"

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the top of the mountain, and the whole mountain shook suddenly.

Han Li's expression couldn't help changing slightly, he raised his head and looked up.

"Brother Han, it's not too late, you go over there first and try to retrieve the Feijian. Leave it to me here, I have a way to deal with it..." Lu Yuqing said suddenly.

"Thank you so much, be careful." Han Li said after hesitating for a while.

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the tiptoes, and his figure swept upward again, and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

Seeing Han Li leave, the remaining two puppets just wanted to catch up, when Lu Yuqing flashed him and blocked him.

At this time, her expression became a little weird, and a look that had never been seen before appeared on her beautiful face, which looked a little indifferent and a little confused, and her eyes seemed to be The white mist rose up, appearing a little wet and fuzzy.

With a twist of her wrist, she put away the blue feather fan, and a silver-white long sword appeared in her palm instead. It was ordinary in shape, obviously not a fairy treasure, and its grade was much worse than that of the blue feather fan.

"Why do you suddenly feel that using a sword is pretty good..." Lu Yuqing looked at the long sword in her hand and muttered to herself.

Her tone was not teasing, but seemed genuinely puzzled, as if she didn't understand why she wanted to use a sword?

...

After rushing out of the area covered by clouds and mist, the scene on the mountain suddenly became clear. Only then did Han Li realize that he was still halfway up the mountain, and the stone ladder in front of him was still extending upwards, with no end in sight.

Going up this road, it was smooth and calm, and no obstacles were encountered.

After arriving at the peak, Han Li walked along a mountain road paved with bluestone slabs, and walked towards the center of the peak. From a distance, he saw a Taoist-style building hidden behind clumps of green bamboos like jade. .

The area of ​​the Taoist temple is not large, and it looks like there are only three courtyards, but the white walls and black tiles are supplemented by various brick carving patterns, which is quite simple and simple.

Han Li naturally had no time to appreciate these things at the moment. After investigating and finding that there was no restriction in the Taoist temple, he pushed open the black door of the Taoist temple and broke in all the way.

The furnishings in the Taoist temple are very simple, except for a few of the ten or so main halls in the first two courtyards that enshrine some unidentifiable god statues, the rest are mostly empty.

There are also two rooms that seem to be alchemy rooms. In the center of the room is the alchemy furnace that has already been extinguished, and there are some shelves on both sides, on which are placed all kinds of bottles and cans.

Han Li just glanced at it, and didn't have time to tell whether it was still usable. He just rolled up his sleeves and put them all away.

The last courtyard of the Taoist temple is far away from the front, and there is a wide Shinto path paved with white stone slabs in the middle.

Han Li walked inward along the divine path, walking slowly, and came to the innermost hall.

Outside the gate of the main hall, there were seven or eight wooden puppets lying in disorder, exactly the same as the ones he had encountered on the mountainside before.

Han Li glanced around, and immediately noticed that the doors and windows of the main hall and the wooden rafters under the eaves were engraved with complex and dense runes everywhere, obviously a rather extraordinary defensive restriction.

But at this moment, they have all been destroyed. There are sword marks on the runes at the key points of the formation eyes, and there are still traces of sword energy left on them. Obviously, they were destroyed not long ago.

In the middle of the lintel of the main hall, there is a huge black plaque with three big characters "Patriarch Hall" written in golden lacquer seals on it.

The Patriarch Hall of the Immortal Clan has the same name as the Patriarch Hall of the Lower Realm, but they are actually very different.

In the ancestral halls in the lower world, they are often used to support the tablets of the ancestors of the ancestors in the door, and because the lifespan of the monks in the fairy world is too long, except for a few ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall, most of them are used to support the ancestors of the ancestors left in the door. thing.

These treasures of the sect are not necessarily the most powerful magic weapons of the immortal family, but most of them are the personal things that the elders of these masters often carry with them during the process of practicing in the sect.

This kind of object has been infected by the sect's incense for the longest time, and has the closest connection with the sect, so it has become the favorite object of many immortal family heads and elders to keep in the ancestral hall.

The Patriarch Hall is a place where incense is passed on, and it often gathers the most luck of the clan. It is rumored that there are often offerings to the clan's objects, which have been psychic by themselves due to the long-term infection of incense and luck.

Some descendants of sects with profound blessings, when worshiping their ancestors in the ancestral hall, would occasionally encounter the situation where the sect masters choose their own masters, and they would often be blessed by this and become a blockbuster.

The Patriarch Hall of the Wusheng Sword Sect is very simple, with two rows of ever-burning lamps on both sides. The lamp oil inside has been exhausted, and the lights have also been extinguished. In the center, there are four levels of altars arranged in terraces from high to low.

"According to each layer as one generation, this Wusheng Sword Sect has only passed down four generations..." Han Li murmured, feeling a little surprised by this.

But when he thought about the way they recruited disciples, he was relieved.

After Han Li glanced over, he found that apart from a few memorial tablets on the altar tables on the second and third floors, there were only some trays made of rosewood, all of which were empty.

Han Li's gaze stayed on the altar table on the highest floor for a moment. There was no ranking for Taoist Wusheng, only a slightly longer red sandalwood tray was placed on it.

"It seems that when the Wusheng Sword Sect was destroyed, the Wusheng Taoist hadn't died yet..."

As a result, just as he was pondering, there were bursts of crisp and pleasant jingling sounds suddenly coming from behind the Patriarch Hall.

The voice was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, and it was transmitted all the way here. He could hear it clearly without listening carefully.

With a thought in his heart, he immediately left the ancestral hall, followed a bluestone path in the backyard, and rushed towards the back mountain.

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, Han Li came to a vast slope that sloped downwards, and stopped.

At his feet, stood a half-person-high black stone, very inconspicuous, with two large characters written in ancient seal script on it:

"Sea of ​​Swords"

Standing on the edge of the hillside, Han Li looked down, and saw a faint reflection of light in a green meadow. When he looked carefully again, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and let out an exclamation in his mouth.

I saw countless flying swords standing upside down in the dense green grass below, with different styles and colors, but most of the sword tips pointed to the sky, swaying gently in the mountain wind like grass, and there were crisp and clear sounds when they collided with each other. sound.

Among these flying swords, there are small flying swords as slender as sewing needles, as well as giant swords with broad blades as wide as door panels, curved long swords like snakes, and weird long swords with straight single edges ... of all kinds and variety.

They don't know how many tens of thousands of years they have been stored in this sea of ​​swords, and none of them is damaged or rusted. Without exception, all of them are shining with dazzling aura.

Han Li's eyes faltered, scanning the sea of ​​swords for a while, and finally his eyes paused, and fell on a huge broad-edged sword.

There, he suddenly saw his Green Bamboo and Bee Cloud Sword, with seventy-two handles neatly arranged, swaying gently with the frequency of other flying swords.

However, when he called out with his mind, the frequency of the Qingzhu Fengyun sword's swing suddenly became a little messy, as if it was responding to him, but it seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and it never flew towards him.

Seeing this, Han Li's heart skipped a beat.

But seeing him raise one hand, with a "chi la", a piece of clothes flew up, wrapped in a soft blue light, silently crossed the black stone, entered the range of Jianhai, surrounded by Suddenly, a layer of fine light and shadow that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye floats past.

Almost without making any sound, the piece of clothes fell apart in the light and shadow, turning into dust.

Seeing this, Han Li stopped his movements and frowned.