Chapter 815

Looking at Chu Xingyun's back, Bai Li's crazy life's eyes slightly congealed. Looking back, he found that the crowd was also watching him, and his face was full of curiosity and doubt.

Obviously, the crowd did not know where Chu Xingyun was going, let alone what Chu Xingyun wanted to do.

After a moment's hesitation, a strong breath came out of his mouth. With a step, he quickly chased Chu Xingyun.

Chu Xingyun's speed is not fast, but it is not slow, such as streamer through the gap, running to the depth of wanjian mountain.

Hundred Li crazy living behind the Chu Xingyun, more and more suspicious in the eyes, here, is already the core area of wanjian Pavilion, barren and remote, few people come to visit on weekdays.

However, Chu Xingyun did not open his mouth to explain, speed suddenly increased, until came to a steep cliff, just slowed down, and finally stopped.

Baili maniac also stopped, he looked around, this place is very strange, never came.

Just when he was about to ask questions, Chu Xingyun stretched out his right hand without any sign. At the palm of his hand, a faint sword shadow swept out. At the moment of contact with the mountain wall, he directly integrated into it.

When the shadow of the sword disappeared completely, a bright and dazzling halo penetrated into the mountain wall, shaped like a door, and printed into the eyes of Chu Xingyun and Bai Li Kuang Sheng.

A hundred Li crazy students gaped at this scene, he looked at Chu Xingyun, but heard Chu Xingyun's voice, the tone was calm: "go in."

Chu Xingyun strides slowly. When he comes into contact with the bright halo, the halo spreads in all directions like water waves, covering the body of a hundred Li crazily at one stroke.

Buzz!

At this moment, he only felt that his eyes were dark. Beside his ears, there seemed to be thousands of sword chanting sounds. The residual light on his waist gave a strong resonance, and he wanted to get out of the scabbard.

He suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw was an open and flat land, surrounded by fog and powerful spirit, which made people feel like entering a fairyland.

He looked ahead and found that there were countless swords on the vast flat land. The number of swords was so large that it was impossible to figure out. It was dazzling at a glance.

PATA!

The sound of Chu Xingyun's stride made Bai Li's crazy life come back to God. His breath gradually became heavy. Finally he couldn't help asking, "where is this?"

As a disciple of Brahma, he has many privileges. He can go in and out of any forbidden area and any training place, but he never knows about it.

"Sword tomb." Chu Xingyun faintly uttered two words. At this time, the whole land began to tremble. A silver white sword broke through the Loess without any sign. It was like a streamer and ran straight into the sky.

Whew!

The light of the sword was fleeting, but the earth did not stop shaking, and there was even a trend of more and more practice. In a moment, the sound of breaking the ground continued to ring, and a sword with a handle swept up the sky, all of which burst out with a sharp sword.

A sword's awn, like a faint light, is not conspicuous, but thousands of swords twinkle, like a long river of swords, and that sword with handle is the real dragon in the river, rolling and unstoppable.

Looking at this scene, Bai Li kuangsheng's eyes almost narrowed into needles. Before he asked, Chu Xingyun took the initiative to explain: "as the name suggests, the sword tomb is the tomb of swords. Since the establishment of wanjian Pavilion, there has been a long time, but its existence is particularly secret. No one knows about it, and no one can enter it except the owner of the pavilion."

"Tomb of swords?" He looked up at the real dragon. His heart was suddenly tight, and the residual light around his waist was shaking. It seemed that he wanted to integrate into it.

Chu Xingyun nodded and looked at the real dragon of the sword: "wanjian pavilion has been handed down for thousands of years, and has experienced numerous ups and downs. Whenever a person dies, the sword carried by that person will be sent to the sword tomb and become one of the thousands of sword tools."

"Here is not only the tomb of the sword, but also the tomb of the sword meaning. When the sword is sent to the sword tomb, the sword meaning remaining in the sword will also sleep here, guarding the whole sword Pavilion silently."

"Do you know how many swords are there in the tomb?" As soon as Chu Xingyun's words changed, he suddenly asked the crazy students of hundred Li.

"Sword tombs have existed for thousands of years. With such a long accumulation, the number of swords should be around one million?" Baili maniac some uncertain way, this piece of space is too big, he can not see the end.

Hearing Bai Li's reply, Chu Xingyun's mouth showed a smile, and his voice was quiet: "yesterday's bloody battle, a total of 128795 people died in wanjian Pavilion. Although the number of deaths is large, it is not surprising in the history of wanjian Pavilion. Two thousand years ago, wanjian Pavilion suffered a catastrophe, and 200000 disciples died in one day."

"What?" When he heard this, he felt as if his heart was going to stop beating. Two thousand years ago, wanjian Pavilion suffered a catastrophe, and 200000 disciples died one day. He had never heard of it.

Wanjian pavilion has been handed down for thousands of years and has a long history. However, due to the appearance of the sword spirit, the history of the clan has been mercilessly tampered with, and countless historical facts have disappeared in the rolling river. It is also a normal thing that wanjian Pavilion does not know.Chu Xingyun sighed a little and stepped out again. As he walked along, he said, "if one person dies, one more sword will be found in the tomb. For thousands of years, millions of days and nights, there are more than one million dead."

"As far as I know, there are 33.984.521 swords in the tomb." When Chu Xingyun said the number, even if his mind was solid as a rock, he could not help shaking.

The number of 30 million is so huge that it is no wonder that the swordsmen have made great efforts to control and distort the history of wanjian Pavilion.

As long as you can get the sword tomb, you can repair the wound, reshape the sword body, and even return to the ranks of emperor and soldier.

And in fact, it did.

But unfortunately, the time for the sword spirit to enter the sword tomb is too short, only one thousand years. Although the sword body has been rebuilt, it is still far behind the black hole epee. If it takes thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, the result will be different.

Chu Xingyun didn't know what Chu Xingyun was thinking. At this time, he was completely in a state of consternation. His eyes were staring at the real dragon, which was a sword and roaring up to the sky. For a long time, he couldn't recall.

His eyes were suspended in the void, and as the real dragon of the sword kept moving, he saw vaguely that there was a high platform in the center of the sword tomb.

What makes him even more puzzled is that there is an imaginary shadow sitting on the top of the high platform, which is very vague, but it really exists!

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