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However, at this moment, there was a huge earthquake in the sky.

Han Li looked up, his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw above the sea of ​​swords, a group of white clouds inlaid with gold rims hung impressively alone.

Above the clouds, there is a huge white stone altar floating immobile. It is octagonal in shape, surrounded by eight golden pillars tens of feet high, and there are golden dragons entrenched on them. The carvings are lifelike and look quite spectacular.

Han Li frowned slightly, and was about to fly over to check, when he heard another bang from the altar, and a red light came out from the cloud below the altar.

Immediately afterwards, a group of crimson flames suddenly burst out from the center of the white cloud, and a bright red quickly replaced the white, instantly igniting the entire cloud.

At the same time, the lower part of the Baishi altar immediately turned into a sea of ​​red flames, and the flames rolled, reflecting half of the sky red.

Without the cover of the cloud, Han Li immediately saw a short middle-aged man standing on the hanging altar.

This person is none other than Xiong Shan.

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

Above his head, there is a black iron plaque the size of a cattail leaf fan suspended, slightly bulging in the middle, and slightly bent on both sides. large characters.

Accompanied by bursts of incomprehensible chanting sounds, the flames under the altar burned more vigorously, and waves of heat visible to the naked eye rolled in, burning the surrounding void until waves of ripples appeared.

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

Han Li frowned, and a flash of clarity flashed in his heart.

The so-called "Thousand Fronts Gathering Spirit Sword Formation" that Xiong Shan spent so much time gathering thousands of spirit swords in the Candle Dragon Dao back then was probably learned from this Wusheng Sword Sect.

And the Sword Sea Sword Formation here should be the real Gathering Spirit Sword Formation.

Taking this square world as the foundation, using the hanging altar as the furnace, and using the ten thousand sword iron coupons as the guide, to gather countless spirits of flying swords in this sea of ​​swords, and truly achieve the unity of ten thousand swords.

What a boldness this is!

"Wan! Sword! Gather! Spirit!"

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from above the altar in the sky!

Its sound was like rolling thunder, rumbling, causing the whole world to roar endlessly.

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

Han Li saw that there seemed to be a gentle breeze blowing in the sea of ​​swords, and the dense grass growing in it broke apart instantly, and was twisted into powder by the invisible sword energy that filled the sky.

The countless flying swords that were still swinging with the wind were all frozen at this moment as if they had received some guidance, like soldiers in battle, standing upright in the sea of ​​swords, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the sky, motionless.

On the altar, Xiong Shan took a deep breath, and suddenly waved his palm, and a golden flying sword flew out of his palm immediately, turning into a golden light, and after a burst of whirling in the air, it was suddenly suspended on the piece of Wanjian Below the iron coupon.

I saw Xiong Shan pointing like a knife, drawing in the void for a while, golden light flowing from the fingertips, and the participating light traces condensed into a golden rune about Zhang Xu, which fell on the Wanjian iron scroll in a flash.

Wan Jian Tie Cou trembled and let out a hearty humming sound.

Immediately afterwards, fine lines began to appear on the entire iron coupon, connecting each other and shining with dazzling golden light.

Just listen to the sound of "boom"!

An incomparably thick golden beam of light spewed out from the Wanjian iron coupon, reaching the sky, and then exploded in the sky like fireworks, turning into a dazzling golden light curtain.

The shadows on the golden light curtain were indistinct, and countless illusory lights and shadows were condensed.

Among them are the golden armor gods who are as tall as giants, holding a broad-bladed giant sword to destroy cities and mountains, and there are also ghostly masked assassins, who hold a slender sword like a sewing needle to pick out the heart...

There is a graceful flying woman who dances flutteringly with a sword in her clothes, and there is also a thin bearded old man who directs the sword to move freely... all phenomena, all swords and shadows, and so on.

Han Li frowned, staring at the countless phantoms in the golden light curtain, and a little golden light was reflected in his pupils.

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

He only felt as if he had also merged into the golden light curtain and became one of them. He was urging the seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords, dancing wantonly, and blooming green lotus sword shadows in the void.

Just as he fell into it, the sea of ​​flames under the hanging altar suddenly changed. The flames twisted and twisted, turning into a huge vortex of flames, from which bursts of strong attraction force came out.

In the sea of ​​swords below, all the flying swords were inspired, and suddenly there was a chaotic tremor, and they rose from the ground one after another, turning into a torrent of flying swords, flying towards the flame vortex.

The void above the entire sea of ​​swords became chaotic, and the sword lights of various colors randomly refracted everywhere cut the entire void into fragments, and the invisible sword energy was no longer imprisoned in the sea of ​​swords, and began to escape in all directions.

"chi chi"

There were two sounds of cloth being torn, and the clothes on Han Li's body were swept by the sword energy, and two extremely long slits were immediately torn open.

He himself was still looking at the sky motionless, as if he didn't know anything.

In the high sky, more than a thousand flying swords poured into the vortex of flames, and they were instantly burned red, making mournful trills.

The light condenses at the position of the sword, and groups of light balls of various colors fly out from it, which is the pure sword essence of these flying swords.

Those flying swords that had been stripped of their sword essence quickly dimmed, and within a few breaths, they were refined into a pool of magma-like liquid, which melted into the flames and disappeared.

The capacity of the flame vortex is limited, and it can only absorb more than a thousand flying swords at a time. Han Li's Green Bamboo and Bee Cloud Sword is located at the back, and there is still a distance from entering the vortex, but judging from this, it is only a matter of dozens of breaths .

On the hanging altar, Xiong Shan's brows were also tightly knit together, and he murmured: "Very good, just fall into the Ten Thousand Swords Spiritual Picture. After I refine this rare and rare fairy sword, I will try the sword with you again." ..."

In fact, he had already noticed Han Li's arrival, but he was too busy mobilizing the formation to take care of it.

In front of him, there is a hollowed-out area in the middle of the hanging altar, and there are sword yuan light balls floating out of it, hovering in mid-air.

Seeing this, Xiong Shan showed joy, crossed his hands in front of him for a while, pinched out a strange formula, and pointed at Wan Jian's iron coupon.

The golden pattern on the iron coupon flashed suddenly, and a golden glow projected from it, covering the golden long sword below, forming a solid golden vortex on it.

As soon as the vortex was formed, the sword element light balls suspended on the altar immediately flew over, frantically rushing into Xiongshan's natal flying sword.

The golden long sword trembled, and the golden light rippled on the sword body, spreading golden arcs of light towards the surroundings.

The sword essence began to be devoured above the altar, and the flame vortex below continued to absorb new flying swords. The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was engulfed in it, and it kept approaching the vortex.

At this moment, Han Li, who had been standing stiffly in place, suddenly trembled, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a layer of blue light.

"What a powerful array!"

Han Li sighed in admiration, but a gleam of joy flashed across his face.

The Vientiane picture in this golden light curtain belongs to the same source as the Wanjian picture he got back then, but it is obviously several times more mysterious and superior. It can even be said that the Wanjian picture should be a replica born out of this picture.

When looking at this picture just now, Han Li actually let go of it on purpose to let his mind sink into it. Otherwise, with his spiritual consciousness that has cultivated three levels of alchemy, he would not sink into it without knowing it.

As a result of being so completely immersed in it, he not only had a deeper understanding of the many changes in the sword formation, but also figured out the roots and operation methods of the sword formation here.

Xiong Shan on the altar saw Han Li suddenly wake up, his expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed:

"How can this be?"

It's no wonder he was so surprised. You must know that as a true immortal sword cultivator, when he first saw the Ten Thousand Swords Spiritual Map, he was trapped in it for seven days and seven nights, and he was able to wake up just by chance. of.

Afterwards, although he realized the Qianfeng Gathering Spirit Sword Formation from it, his spiritual consciousness was damaged and his vitality was seriously injured, so he had no choice but to withdraw from here. After waiting for so many years, he had the chance to make a comeback.

Xiong Shan gritted his teeth tightly, feeling angry in his heart, he pushed forward with both hands, and pushed those sword yuan light balls with fairy power, and rushed into his natal flying sword at an accelerated rate.

"Clang clang..."

Swords flying all over the sky like horned dragons ascending to the sky, kinked together, continuously rushing towards the vortex of flames.

Han Li turned his head to look, and saw the Green Bamboo, Bee and Cloud Sword mixed in, and the distance from the flame was only a hundred feet away.

He fixed his eyes, stomped his foot, and the mountain shook violently, and he flew upside down like a meteorite, heading straight for the "Sword Dragon".

However, as soon as he flew into the sky above the Sword Sea, a suffocating invisible force rushed over from all directions, pressing his body down to the ground.

At the same time, gusts of fierce wind whistled in his ears, filled with the chaotic sword energy in the world, cutting towards him continuously, tearing the clothes all over his body into cracks.

Han Li let out a yell, and the blue profound orifices all over his body shone with light, and a layer of translucent crystal membrane immediately appeared on his body surface, resisting all the invisible sword energy.

There was a loud bang!

Under the pressure of the invisible force, his body fell heavily, and his legs were crushed to the ground.

Han Li's heart trembled, he straightened his neck and looked up into the sky, and saw Xiong Shan standing on the edge of the altar, holding the formula with one hand to connect with the iron coupon of Wanjian, and with the other hand sticking out of the altar to press down on the sea of ​​swords below.

He was also staring at Han Li, his eyes were full of resentment.

Up to this moment, he naturally knew that the person in front of him was Li Feiyu back then, the person who didn't know how to take his sword formation back then.

That is the so-called "Number One Sword Cultivator in Tiannan"!