Chapter 211 Thousand Fengs Gathering Spirits

Without Han Li's telepathy, the electric aura on the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword subsided immediately, but for some reason, it was still struggling unceasingly, as if trying to break free from the tomb.

Seeing this, the three teams of monks stationed in the area where the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was located changed their complexions, and shot a series of spells towards the tomb. The tomb, which looked like a steamed bun, immediately lit up with blue light, and bursts of strong confinement came from it. Power.

But even so, they couldn't completely suppress the movement of the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword, and there were still several flying swords struggling fiercely, looking like they were about to come out.

"Senior brother Ye Feng, what's going on? Although these flying swords make a fuss every once in a while, they've never been as unconvincing as they are today." A burly man with purple hair looked puzzled and asked The person beside him asked.

Beside him, the tall dark-skinned young man didn't answer, but stood up from the ground, came near the flying swords, took out a formula in his hand, and threw it high.

Several palm-sized black stones flew up, drawing gentle arcs in midair, and fell on the tombs impartially.

These stones have rough textures and reflect black light dots. They look very ordinary, but they are actually a kind of strange stone called "sword-suppressing stone" that can temporarily suppress Feijian's spirituality.

With the falling of the sword-suppressing stones, the light above the tomb became brighter and brighter, but the momentum of the remaining flying swords suddenly shrank, and the electric lights all over their bodies faded away.

In fact, those tombs look ordinary, but in fact they also have hidden secrets. They can not only maintain Feijian, so that it will not lose its spirituality after leaving the original owner's storage, but also have the ability to imprison Feijian, ensuring that Feijian will not die. will get out of here.

Seeing that all the Qingzhu Fengyun swords settled down, Ye Feng sat back to his original place without saying a word.

Seeing this, the purple-haired man could only sigh silently.

For some reason, since one day a few years ago, Ye Feng, who had already become the favorite of the sect, suddenly changed his temperament and became very silent. His cultivation, which had been advancing by leaps and bounds, seemed to be affected, which made Elder Moxie extremely dissatisfied.

The purple-haired man was sighing secretly, but another person approached beside him and said:

"Brother, today is the last day of our duty on duty at the Sword Tomb. From now on, it will not be so easy, and there is no danger. There are still missions to earn stable merit points every month."

"Hey, didn't you complain last time, saying that this task is so boring that you can give birth to birds in your spare time..." The big purple-haired man chuckled and started joking with him.

At the same time, although Han Li who was far away from the entrance had lost contact with the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword, his attention did not leave him.

And when he saw that Ye Feng was also here as the person in charge of the sword suppression circle, a certain doubt in his heart was immediately solved.

When he first arrived at the Zhongming Mountains, the auras of Taoist Xie and Qingzhu Fengyunjian were blocked at the same time, so he always thought that the two must be together, so that when he retrieved Taoist Xie, he failed to find Qingzhu The Fengyun sword made him brood.

Presumably, it was Ye Feng who happened to be performing maintenance tasks here that day, and the Green Bamboo Fengyun Sword had something strange, and was blocked by the forbidden magic circle together, causing Han Li to misunderstand.

"It's almost time. Let me tell you about everyone's tasks now." Xiong Shan glanced at the crowd and said.

A group of elders in the real fairyland heard the sound, and quickly turned their expressions back and listened.

The Elder Moxie who came to observe also had a serious face and looked towards Xiongshan.

"The large formation you are seeing now is called 'Thousand Fronts Gathering Spirit Sword Formation'. With this formation, I can completely erase the marks left by the original owners of the thousand flying swords in this sword mound. , into pure sword essence. What I have to do is to integrate all these pure sword essence into my natal flying sword." Xiong Shan said loudly.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone, including Elder Moxie, was shocked.

Han Li was also secretly speechless.

If these high-quality flying swords can really be fused into one furnace and turned into a flying sword, then this sword will gather the energy of all kinds of gold, and it is very likely to break through the barrier of spiritual treasures and reach the level of the post-heaven fairy weapon. The power is so great that it is unimaginable.

"Everyone should have seen that, apart from the sword sacrificial platform in the center, it is divided into ten areas in total. All you have to do is to guard one of them, and be responsible for controlling the flying swords in that area, and assist me in erasing the flying swords. brand, and devour the sword essence within it." Xiong Shan continued.

Hearing the sound, everyone looked around the grassland, as if they were thinking about which area they would choose in their hearts.

While observing around like everyone else, Han Li was trying to figure out what Xiong Shan said in his mind, trying to find some useful clues.

The tombs in the Sword Tomb seem to be distributed in a disorderly manner, as if they were built randomly, but in fact they are organized and distributed in an orderly manner, like some flying swords with similar sword intents or from the same origin, they are often arranged in the same area, and Those flying swords with contradictory sword intentions will be screened and divided into two areas.

In the center of each area, the black stone pillar with a thickness of more than three feet and a height of more than ten feet stands upright, which is the pivot of each area. The stone pillars are inlaid with more than ten immortal essence stones the size of longan.

Not to mention anything else, just this handwriting alone was enough to shock all the elders of the real fairyland present.

"Friend Daoist Xiong, according to me, why didn't you erase the branding of the original owner of these flying swords earlier, wouldn't it be more convenient?" Moxie asked suddenly.

"What do you know! After the flying sword is erased, most of its spirituality will be lost, and it will continue to pass away over time, so only by erasing it during the official sacrifice can it retain its original spirituality and power to the greatest extent " Xiong Shan snorted and said angrily.

"Haha, so that's the case, I've been taught!" Moxie laughed nonchalantly, nodded and said.

Xiong Shan didn't speak, and with a twist of his wrist, a golden flying sword immediately emerged.

This sword is more than three feet long and about two inches wide. It is golden in color and full of sword spirit. Its mouth is wide open, its eyes are bright, and it looks like a living thing.

The people around only glanced at the sword, and then turned their eyes away one after another, as if they felt that its sharpness was too strong, and it would almost hurt their eyes.

"As expected of Fellow Daoist Xiong's natal flying sword, after several years of tempering and preparation, it is not what it used to be! Once this sword is completely refined, it only needs to be closed for hundreds of years, and I believe it will cross the border. Dao threshold, becoming a golden immortal is just around the corner." Mo Xie's eyes lit up, and he praised.

"That's a good word from Fellow Daoist Chengmo!"

After Xiong Shan sacrificed his natal flying sword, the aura exuding from his whole body was even stronger than before, and with a long and high-spirited roar, he flew up with the sword in his body, and his figure rose and fell like lightning, and came to the sacrificial sword in the middle of the grassland. on stage.

The entire Sword Sacrifice Platform has a radius of thirty-six feet and a height of seventy-two feet. The connection outlines a huge formation that surrounds the entire Sword Sacrifice Altar.

"For today's matter, I have been preparing for tens of thousands of years. If it succeeds, everyone will be happy. But the ugly words are up front. If someone loses the chain at a critical moment, don't blame me for turning around and denying people afterwards." Xiong Shan turned around suddenly, rushed Han Li and the others said.

"Don't worry, Daoist Xiong, I will do my best and never lose anything!" Zhu Feng clasped his fists and promised first.

The rest of the local elders also patted their chests and made promises. As for Han Li and other casual cultivator elders, they nodded respectfully.

"Array hub!"

Following Xiong Shan's shout that pierced through the heavens and the earth, ten people including Han Li flew up one after another, galloping towards the grassland.

A blue light flashed on Han Li's body, and he immediately galloped towards the northwest, but halfway through the flight, his figure stopped abruptly in mid-air, and stopped.

The moment he stopped flying, the figure of Chasing the Front flitted past him, squinted at him, and "hummed" contemptuously, then flew to the area where the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword was located, towards The black stone pillar in the center floated down.

Han Li looked at his flying back, turned around, and flew towards an area in the southwest direction.

The division of these areas is not very regular, and the shape of each area is not square, and the number of flying swords distributed in them is not exactly the same. Some areas have only dozens of swords, and some areas have more than a hundred swords. handle, and the area where the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword is located is only the seventy-two blue flying swords.

If the entire "Thousand Fronts Gathering Spirit Sword Formation" has any shape, it looks like a budding flower, and the "Sword Sacrifice Platform" in the center is like the stamen of a flower. The surrounding ten sword array areas are like petals surrounding the stamens.

Seeing that everyone was standing still, Xiong Shan clasped his hands together in front of him, and made a formula.

The golden flying sword that was suspended in front of him suddenly burst into golden light!

And as he recited the mantra, there seemed to be a strange force in the forbidden area of ​​Fangjian Tomb echoing him, making the sound of his reciting resound like the Sanskrit sound of the Buddhist kingdom to resound throughout the sky.

At the same time, the sword sacrificial platform under him also began to glow brightly, and the complex formation pattern engraved on it also seemed to be watered by golden water, spreading out a golden formation pattern.

Only the sound of "rumbling" sounded from the high platform, and a three-foot-square white jade altar slowly rose from the center of the high platform.

There are runes all over it, and a black hole that is as wide as the blade is exposed in the center.