First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 573: Dare to cross this line and cut your head
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Wow~
The dark blue icy yin tumbled like a stream of water.
Su Yi’s figure was like a fish swimming in the water, skimming towards the bottom of the cave.
A rippling rhythm of water rhythm appeared on the skin around him, and he was not affected by the yin qi of ice soul.
The further down you go, the more intense the yin qi of the ice soul becomes, and the power of your spiritual sense is greatly hindered, and you can only perceive a distance of ten feet at most.
Under these circumstances, Su Yi operated a secret technique called ‘Dong Huo Jin Tong’, his eyes glowed with a touch of gold, and there were mysterious secret patterns interweaving and flashing.
This allows him to see the scene within a hundred meters, so that it will not be too late to react when an accident occurs.
Thousands of feet.
Five thousand feet.
When he reached eight thousand feet underground, Su Yi frowned.
The yin qi of the ice soul is getting stronger and stronger, like a heavy stream of ice-cold water, the further down, the greater the pressure it bears.
Ordinary monks are destined to be unable to move!
If you force your way, you are destined to be invaded by Ice Soul Yin Qi and freeze to death!
“It is the first-class spiritual veins of heaven and earth, and it is difficult to have such strong ice soul yin qi. Could it be said that the ice soul yin qi gathered here is related to the ‘innate divine artifact’ hidden here ?”
Su Yi’s eyes flashed.
The innate fetish is a treasure born in the origin of heaven and earth.
In addition, Su Yi is very suspicious that the innate divine artifact buried in Mount Sumeru is very likely to have some connection with the prohibition of dark ancient times.
“If this is the case, the dangers hidden here are destined to be extraordinary.”
While thinking about it, Su Yi continued to swept down.
When he reached 9000 feet, Su Yi’s eyes lit up, and his flying speed quietly became faster.
In a few breaths, Su Yi rushed out of the icy yin qi like water, and his figure floated to the ground.
The scene before me suddenly changed.
This is an underground world, so vast that it is impossible to see the end.
What is shocking is that in this world, there are densely packed tombs, and in front of each tomb, there are tombstones.
A wisp of blood mist lingered in the void, shrouding the graves, adding a sinister aura.
Anyone who sees this place is afraid that they will mistakenly think that they have broken into a vast underground mausoleum group.
“How come there are so many tombstones under Mount Sumeru?”
Su Yi raised his brows slightly, and saw that in the distance of the densely packed tomb, there was a black portal connecting the sky to the earth, like the gate of a world, extremely vast.
It’s like a night that stretches across the sky and the earth, making people palpitate.
Because the distance is too far, Su Yi can’t see what’s going on, nor can he identify, what is the origin of that black portal like a moat.
Thinking about it, Su Yi picked up his fingertips, and a strand of golden blood emerged. Then, the golden blood seemed to sense something and trembled slightly.
“It seems that the innate divine artifact is hidden in a very distant place.”
Su Yi put away the golden blood and made such an inference.
He didn’t act in a hurry, he walked to the nearest tomb, and his eyes fell on the tombstone standing in front of the tomb.
The engraved on the tombstone is an ancient demon, and the handwriting is scribbled, obviously written in a hurry.
“The ninth generation inner disciple of Xumi Shengge, the tomb of Wang Xumei.”
Su Yi read it out.
There is nothing noteworthy.
He closed his eyes, stepped forward, and looked at the tomb in front of another tomb
Spirit sword, two inches long, with an ethereal azure color.
This sword is as sharp as electricity, and it is extremely powerful. With a light sweep, it will set off a dazzling and dazzling sword light. The sword light is like blue ice and snow, cool and bright, shining through the universe.
Even if you fight against two primordial spirits at the Great Perfection level of the spirit phase, you will still not be defeated!
But Su Yi noticed that there were many cracks on the surface of the sword, and the rust was mottled, stained with some irreversible blood, which made the copper rust on the sword body also show a faint crimson.
From a distance, this sword is extremely ancient, with the breath of the years precipitation. The azure-colored blade is rusted and crimson. Although there are cracks, its power is still so powerful that it makes people tremble.
“This sword… not bad!”
Su Yi couldn’t help but be surprised.
As a sword cultivator, how could he not see how magical this sword is?
It can be said that this is the first top-level ancient sword that he has seen since he entered Daxia.
No matter the material of this sword, the refining process, or the unique spirituality permeated by the blade, it is remarkable.
The only regret may be that this sword is flawed and the sword body is seriously damaged, otherwise, its power is far more than that.
Chong!
Suddenly, a wisp of a knife resounded.
Almost at the same time, a silver sword aura like a training horse suddenly appeared and slashed towards Su Yi.
Su Yi stood still, his eyes were calm.
Bang!
This silver blade qi slashed down the ground in front of him, creating a straight crack, and the finely shredded blade qi spread, causing Su Yi to squeak in his green robe.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and a cold and intimidating voice sounded like a blade:
“If you dare to cross this line, you will be beheaded.”
Su Yi looked up and saw a black-robed man standing in the shadow outside the Qianzhang Dojo.
He is tall and lanky, with long bushy hair and a shaggy face.
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There seems to be no blood, showing a sickly aura.
Jing Lingzhen!
An ancient evildoer from the Fenyang Sect, with an indifferent and withdrawn temperament.
Although he was unknown in the Daxia cultivation world, he was a ruthless man in the circle of ancient evildoers.
As early as when he came to Xumi Immortal Island, Su Yi had met each other and learned from Weng Jiukou that although the philosophers Jing Lingzhen, Yan Jingyun and Mo Xing did not participate in the Lantai Dharma Conference, they People’s Taoism and talents are stronger than each other.
When Su Yi’s eyes looked over, Jing Ling was really indifferent and cold, as intimidating as a blade, stretched between his neck and slowly gestured a decapitation.
The threat is undisguised!
Su Yi didn’t get angry, his expression was as indifferent as ever.
He could see that Jing Lingzhen, the top figure of the ancient evil spirits, had stepped into the spirit transformation realm, perhaps because of this ~IndoMTL.com~ his posture was so strong and aggressive.
Suddenly, another clear laughter sounded: “I didn’t expect that apart from me and Brother Jing, fellow Daoist Su would be the first to arrive here.”
On the other side of the huge dojo in the distance, a figure walked out.
This is a young man with bronze skin, sparse eyebrows, and loose long hair.
He was wearing a black robe and carrying a sword box. His eyes were as bright as stars.
Yan Jingyun!
An ancient evildoer from the “Tianji Daomen” who holds the bull’s ears in the world’s Daomen.
In terms of background, background and strength, this person is not weaker than the top characters of ancient evildoers such as Huan Shaoyou and Zeng Pu, and is known as “Sword Crazy”.
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