Chapter 330 Monitor

Tonight's world was destined to be unpeaceful.

To the south of Chongzhou, in the Wilderness.

Within the sword mausoleum that had been silent for tens of thousands of years, the white-haired old man sat cross-legged with the black-clothed Meng Liang.

Suddenly, a crisp sword cry came from afar.

It was like a rooster singing. After a roar, the thousands of swords in the Mausoleum of the Sword suddenly roared loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the sword cries converged into a sea, echoing endlessly.

The barbarians in the Southern Wilderness didn't know what to say. They thought that the immortals were enraged. At that time, they all knelt on the ground and sincerely repented, praying for the immortals' forgiveness.

As for the old man sitting in the Withered Sword Mausoleum and the old man in the Sword Mausoleum, they all opened their eyes. Meng Liang was filled with doubt, but the old man was worried.

"Martial Uncle?" Just as Meng Liang was about to ask a question, the old man extended his hand to indicate that he did not need to say anything else. Then, he stood up and led Meng Liang out of the dilapidated straw house in front of the Sword Mausoleum.

After leaving the thatched cottage, Meng Liang was surprised to discover that the swords that normally silently stabbed into the Mausoleum of the Sword were all emitting dazzling rays of light. The bright sword rays and the starlight in the sky shone brightly, illuminating the deserted Mausoleum of the Sword as if it was daytime.

However, even with such a strange phenomenon, the old man did not let out a single sigh. He held his hand behind his back and slowly walked towards the depths of the Mausoleum of the Sword.

Meng Liang had only been in the Mausoleum of the Sword for less than ten days, but he had roughly understood what the duties of the Mausoleum of the Sword were. The current phenomenon was obviously extremely unusual. However, the old man did not say anything. Meng Liang did not ask any questions in the end, and could only follow the other party respectfully and continuously.

As they continued to deepen, the swords inserted into the yellow sand gradually became scarce, but the sword intent lingering in the Mausoleum of the Sword became even more intense. Meng Liang had no choice but to circulate all the strength in his body to ensure that he was not injured by the sword intent.

Meng Liang knew that this was because the swords buried in the Mausoleum of the Sword also had different strengths and weaknesses, and the spirit souls that inhabited the sword also had different levels. Therefore, the further he went, the fewer the swords, but the more his sword intent increased instead of decreasing.

Finally, they arrived at the end of the Sword Mausoleum.

There was a gate made of unknown materials. The material was hard to describe, but the gate was covered in all sorts of strange patterns. From afar, it looked simple and deep, like a gate to hell that was closed with evil spirits.

Right in front of the gate, there were more than thirty long swords stuck in a row.

Obviously, these 30 swords were different from the swords outside.

Among them, there were slender swords that were over five feet long, and swords that were bright. There were also swords that were only two feet short, but they were not satisfied with the sharpness of the gaps. They were like beast fangs, swords that were as heavy as mountains, and swords that were as big as oxen's arms. There were many of them.

However, without exception, the swords of these divine swords all flowed with resplendent splendor. The faint sword intent that they emitted caused Meng Liang's heart to tremble. Wei Ran stuck them in front of the gate, as if they were guarding something, but also seemed to be resisting something.

"These are all swords worn by the Sword Mausoleum's headmasters of past dynasties."

The old man in front of him, who had been silent all this while, finally came from a family and spoke in a calm tone, but there were hidden ravines.

After the old man finished speaking, he fell silent again and said again, "If I die, you must also send my sword here."

Meng Liang was stunned and subconsciously wanted to say something polite, such as "Senior Martial Uncle is in his prime of life, why should he say death?" However, after these abdominal drafts were typed in his heart, the old man took another step forward and bowed towards the thirty-odd divine swords in front of him.

"The 39 generations of Sword Mausoleum's Sect Leader, Wang Yangming pays his respects to all of you!"

Sword Mausoleum was silent when he said this.

Meng Liangzheng, who had originally thought that something strange would happen, was waiting in a tight formation, but it had been a long time since he had any reaction. On the other hand, his Senior Martial Uncle still bowed his head and cupped his hands. He couldn't help but secretly curse in his heart. Could it be that Senior Martial Uncle had been alone in the Mausoleum of the Swords for a long time and his brain had gone mad?

Thinking like this, Young Master Meng felt that it made sense. He thought that after staying in the Sword Mausoleum for several decades, no one had said a word. It was normal for something abnormal to happen, but…

Young Master Meng's heart was filled with desolation when he thought that he would encounter this kind of encounter in the future.

He was hesitating to remind himself of this Martial Uncle, but he opened his mouth.

Zheng!

The sound of a sword rang out, followed by a burst of dazzling divine light from the thirty-odd divine swords.

As a result, shadows suddenly overflowed from the swords, and they stood on the swords like immortals.

Meng Liang saw it clearly. Although those figures did not appear solid, after they appeared, the sword intent in the Mausoleum of the Swords suddenly became violent. Meng Liang realized that this was the spirit souls that the sect leaders of past generations had resided in the sword!

"Why did you call us?" Meng Liang was still immersed in such a change, and one of the shadows sounded, his voice low and dignified like a mountain.

At that time, the old man who had been lowered his head and cupped his hands finally raised his head.

He looked at the row of silhouettes in front of him and replied in a deep voice, "Sword, please."

The two short words, however, were like pebbles thrown into a quiet lake, causing a huge uproar.

"Wang Yangming!" At this moment, someone shouted. His voice was like thunder, causing Meng Liang's eardrums to ache. "Back then, you allowed your disciple Canghai Liuliu to steal the Xing Tian Sword, but we still let his sword spirit return to the Sword Mausoleum. It's already an extrajudicial kindness. If you don't do it yourself, then come and invite the sword again!"

When the old man heard this reprimand, he did not defend himself and remained standing there quietly.

Seeing this, another person from the shadows asked, "Yang Ming, there was still a reason why the Vast Ocean Stealing Sword had to be used. Why did you use the sword today? You have always been very mature, so you should know what kind of harm the fierce sword would cause if it entered the mortal world." Compared to the person who cursed before, this person's tone and attitude were much friendlier.

"Master, ancestors, please look up." Wang Yangming said again at that time.

Everyone was stunned. Although they were puzzled in their hearts, they still looked up.

At this moment, the stars on the dome shone. Seven of them stood like kings amidst the stars, shining like the sun.

Meng Liang didn't know why, but he felt that the starlight today was dazzling and beautiful. However, when the shadows saw this scene clearly, their bodies trembled and their faces revealed expressions of shock.

"This" After a few breaths of time, they withdrew their gazes and looked at each other. The shock in their eyes did not lessen, but instead increased.

After a long time, one of them let out a long sigh and said, "Here he comes."

"This is the final ultimatum" The old man spoke again at that time, but his expression was still indifferent. "The Heavenly Pillars of Kunlun collapsed. Immortals are begging for self-protection. There is not much time left for us."

After these words were spoken, the Sword Mausoleum fell into silence once again.

The auras around the shadows lowered their heads and suddenly darkened, as if they were pondering or hesitating about something.

After a dozen breaths of time, all of those figures suddenly disappeared.

Before Meng Liang could ask what this tiger-headed and snake-tailed ending meant, the giant door behind the sword let out a loud explosion. The strange patterns on the giant door lit up with red light, and then the giant door slowly opened automatically.

"Thank you, Ancestors." The old man bowed towards the divine swords once again and then stepped forward.

Seeing this, Meng Liang hurriedly followed.

…

Behind the giant door, there were no demons or ghosts that Meng Liang had imagined.

There was only a huge stone pillar.

The stone pillar was similarly carved with strange patterns, but there were three sword holes in the center. One of them was empty, and the other two were inserted into a longsword. The sword body was invisible, only the hideous hilt of the sword was exposed.

"Within the Sword Mausoleum, there are three vicious swords."

"One day, Xingtian, you can offend me."

"One day, Evil Dragon can devour ten thousand spirits."

"One day in the Prison Abyss, you can open the Ghost Gate."

"The three swords are all vicious creatures. They contain vicious spirits that devour their masters."

At that time, standing in front of the stone pillar, the old man's words suddenly increased.

"Martial Uncle, this disciple has memorized it. Don't worry, since I have come to the Sword Mausoleum, I will definitely defend the Sword Mausoleum to the death. Anyone who wants to retrieve a sword will have to step over my Meng Liang's corpse." Meng Liang didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but at that time, he patted his chest and said with a haughty tone.

After hearing this, the old man's expression remained calm. He glanced at the man beside him and said.

"This world is being devoured by darkness …"

"The surveillance team has already arrived. We have no way out, so we can only take a risk."

"So, choose one."

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