"You know!"

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. From the original "Sword Book of Grass" to the current immortal sword, all kinds of things left over from the Five Abyss Immortals have run through his entire cultivation process. There are good and bad things, and even threatened his life greatly, but it made him more and more curious about these Five Abyss Immortals.

He is obviously a practitioner but is known as an "immortal". This is extremely unusual in itself. Not to mention a practitioner of three heavenly tribulations, even four or five times, he may not be qualified. In addition, Brother Niu's praise may be true. He was really a banished immortal, so he had such a method.

Li Qingshan no longer takes the ordinary magic weapon seriously, but the treasures left by the Five Awesome Immortals are very unusual.

The core secret treasure of the sword tomb is the Xianqi Sword. If the sword soul with a distorted temperament is just about power, it may be the best sword in the world. The core secret treasure of the painting tomb must be a scroll, and the one drawn on it is likely to be the original Dragon King of the Sea of ​​Ink.

If you can search before ascending, it will not be in vain for this kind of cultivation.

"I am the old guy's sword after all. When he sealed his four tombs, I watched helplessly. Unexpectedly, even I was sealed off in the end. It's so damn!"

When Xianqi Sword Soul mentioned this, he was still angry and burst into murderous aura.

"This is a mess, so you changed your name to Xianqi Sword. I didn't expect that you had a deep relationship with the previous sword master." Li Qingshan smiled.

"Shut up, I want to tear that old guy into pieces!"

"You're just shut up." Xiao An flicked his finger and the sword trembled.

Xianqi Sword Soul hummed twice in anger, but did not dare to be rude anymore.

"The secret tomb of the Five Awesome Immortals drifted in the void. The Dragon King of the Mo Hai is in the painting tomb, and he cannot enter and exit freely. So what do you know?" Li Qingshan said, touching his chin.

"Don't compare me with that pseudo-dragon. I have merged into the sword tomb. What's the difficulty of traveling through the void?" Xianqi Sword Soul said proudly.

Li Qingshan couldn't help but look at Yin Qing, and Yin Qing said, "Although I can hide the void, I am still weak. I can't shuttle freely in the void, and it is difficult to break through the boundary of Fengzhen."

Li Qingshan nodded. No wonder the Five Essential Secret Tombs have been circulating in legends for so many years. In this way, the Xianqi Sword is the key to opening the Five Essential Secret Tombs.

"Okay, I'll believe you once."

"You must swear not to sacrifice me!" said the soul of Xianqi Sword.

"That depends on your performance. If things go well, I will naturally be rewarded. Otherwise, who can be restrained by just the oath?" Li Qingshan was unwilling to make any oath with such a sword, even if it was just verbally.

"Hey, boy, you agreed to strengthen me!" The Mad Flower Sword Soul was unhappy.

"What's the hurry? Follow me to fight, are you still afraid that there will be no good sacrifices? I'll repair your damage first, so as not to be repaired in the future." Li Qingshan patted the handle of the knife, comforted the end-of-road madness sword, and considered where to find some weapons to sacrifice.

"If it's just repairs, these weapons should be enough."

Xiao An waved the Blood Sea Banner, and there was a ping-pong sound. Countless magic weapons fell on the Shura Soldier Platform, forming a hill. Although the grade was not high, the number was really amazing. It was she who activated the Blood Sea Banner and devoured the spoils obtained by the demon army.

“That’s enough.”

Xiao An was always so timely. Li Qingshan immediately activated the Shura Warrior Platform, and a red light soared into the sky, and all the magic weapons melted into the red light.

A thick liquid surged out of the center of the Shura Warrior Platform, like melted metal liquid, and like a kind of energy, gradually covering the end-of-road madness knife, gathering at the scar gap, and starting to repair.

Li Qingshan ordered Yin Qing to guard here, so he left the Shura Field with Xiao An. Before leaving, he looked at Luohu Xiaoming again. He lay under the Shura priest, looking up at the sky motionlessly, looking very melancholy.

"A Son of Asura who suffers from depression? It's so great that the world is so amazing."

...

The autumn wind was bleak, and a long sword flew past the field. The dead grass separated on both sides, leaving a long trajectory, and suddenly rushed into the sky.

Li Xiaoyao walked with his sword, and the strong wind blew towards him, and he felt very happy. Not long ago, he survived the heavenly tribulation in Qinghe Mansion and became a foundation-building cultivator.

The battle in Dafoshan has ended, and all kinds of messages are sent back to Qinghe Mansion. Although Li Qingshan said he would be far away from the Zangjian Palace, he still couldn't help but go back and take a look. It was the starting point of his dream of swordsman, and there were many brothers who loved each other. Now the situation in Qingzhou is settled, and the demon plague and the locust plague have been suppressed and eliminated. I believe there will be no danger.

Although Zangjian Peak is no longer hanging high in the sky, the surrounding scenery is gradually becoming familiar. On the horizon, Yitian Peak appears and the Zangjian Palace is already very close.

He flew over a peak with his sword, and two familiar figures stood on the top of the mountain, his purple shirt and green robe drifting in the wind, looking at the Tibetan Sword Palace from afar.

"Uncle Fu, Uncle Yu!"

Li Xiaoyao thought of these two seniors who were in charge of ten swords at a glance, jumped down from the sword, and the long sword returned to the sheath, and the movement was completed in one go.

"Xiaoyao, you're fine, it's great!" Yu Zijian turned his head.

When Li Xiaoyao saw the smiling face full of caring concern, he couldn't help but feel warm, but he realized that the bright face was a little melancholy, and Uncle Fu never turned his head, as if he had emerged from the gods.

Fu Qingjin's temperament is famous in the Sword Palace, and Li Xiaoyao didn't care. After practicing the "Sword Book of Heaven and Earth", he felt that the world was open and that small things were not worth lingering. However, when he walked forward, he looked over Fu Qingjin's gaze and couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at him with amazement.

Even if the Cangjian Palace was destroyed in a mess, he would not be so surprised.

But I saw that all the destroyed buildings on the mountain peaks had been restored, and green smoke rose. In a trance, the Sword Palace seemed to have not suffered any disaster, only the sword light that was traversed between the mountains.

However, the sound of Zen singing came with the mountain floating, and a big Buddha was carved on the Yitian Peak. Those who came here for the first time would definitely think that this was an ancient temple in Jialan.

"Uncle Master, what's going on?" Li Xiaoyao was dumbfounded.

"This is... Tianlong Zen Temple." Fu Qingjin finally spoke, but his words were full of bitterness.

It was the fearless monk who led the crowd north to rebuilt the Tianlong Zen Temple here.

On the top of Yitian Peak, the fearless monk suddenly stopped reciting scriptures, left the hall, and looked south.

"What is the abbot looking at?" asked a little novice monk who was cleaning the fallen leaves with courage.

"Several lonely geese that lost their flocks."

"Where?" the little novice monk looked around.

"You are still too young and can't see it. You'll see it when you grow up."
Chapter completed!