Such a magnificent place, I don't know how many years it has been hidden, and it has never been discovered. Chen Ping doesn't know if they are lucky.

"Let's go and have a look." Hu Mazi couldn't hold back his mood anymore.

Soon the two of them arrived at this altar-like place.

I saw a huge stone tablet standing at the mouth of this altar. On the stone tablet, a line of words was engraved, "I, always stand on the sword hill..."

Just this line of words, standing at the door, seems to be telling people later.

Chen Ping stood in front of the stone tablet and looked at the line of words, his eyes gradually became fascinated.

This handwriting is full of sword energy. This is the owner of this ancient tomb, who used two fingers of his own to carve this stone tablet, and it was done in one go!

These words reveal the profound understanding of the kendo of the owner of the stone tablet! Ordinary people can't see it at all!

Just in front of this stone monument, Chen Ping stopped and stopped moving, just raised his head and looked at the stone monument with a confused expression.

Chen Ping felt that on this stone tablet, a trace of kendo sword intent could be figured out.

Hu Mazi saw Chen Ping suddenly staring at the stone tablet, so he said, "What's wrong? Did you see something?"

But Chen Ping didn't seem to hear Hu Mazi's words, and he still stood motionless!

Hu Mazi frowned slightly, and reached out to push Chen Ping, he was afraid that Chen Ping was being controlled by something.

Here, anything can happen, Chen Ping's mental power is not strong enough, and it is very likely that his mind will be controlled!

But Hu Mazi's hand stopped just as he stretched out.

He saw that Chen Pingping was as calm as a person, and his eyes were dull, his pupils had been enlarged, his eyes were all white, and he looked very scary.

At this time, Chen Ping, the spiritual world had already been pulled into the stone tablet. Chen Ping also noticed the abnormality and wanted to break free from this spiritual bondage, but no matter how much he struggled, it was useless.

I saw Chen Ping's body trembling, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Hu Mazi's face became extremely ugly, he suddenly took out a spell, bit his finger, and drew on it.

And Chen Ping has entered another world at this moment, and all the scenes in front of him have completely changed.

"Where is this? Where is this?"

Chen Ping shouted desperately, but no one answered him.

Chen Ping was in front of a gray world, and he was standing on a boulder.

As the world in front of him became clearer, Chen Ping was surprised to find that in front of him, there were actually corpses everywhere!

I saw millions of corpses lying here, bloody aura rising into the sky, and terrifying aura floating around. Chen Ping wanted to absorb these auras into his body, but no matter how the Heart Concentration Technique worked, it was of no use at all.

A figure slowly appeared, and soon the figure stopped in front of Chen Ping, the man was covered in blood, holding a long sword, and staring at Chen Ping with murderous intent!

"Who are you? Who are you?"

Chen Ping asked twice when he saw the person in front of him.

But the man didn't answer at all, as if he couldn't see Chen Ping.

I saw this man with the sword on his back, turned around and stared at the battlefield where millions of corpses were buried!

The afterglow of the setting sun dragged the figure of this man for a long time.

Chen Ping found that at this moment, the swordsman showed endless loneliness and desolation!

Suddenly, the swordsman moved, and when he moved like this, from behind him, nine huge shadows suddenly rose from the ground, exactly like his deity.

Nine Shadows One's real body formed a killing formation directly out of thin air! The tragic aura shot straight into the sky!

The swordsman moved slowly, dancing the sword in his hand.

The nine shadows behind him moved with him.

The swords in everyone's hands are full of charming trajectories. Chen Ping's pupils are dilated and he has been staring blankly. JrNovels.com