"Haha, the opening time of the ancient sword tomb is not fixed. As soon as we enter the cloudy and sunny period, the ancient sword tomb will open. It seems that we are lucky." Yao Xiong said with fiery eyes.

Whoosh whoosh!

As soon as Yao Xiong finished speaking, the Emperor Spirit rushed out first, turned into a long rainbow and entered the ancient sword tomb, leaving only an indifferent sentence: "The ancient sword tomb is opened, depending on the chance, after the ancient sword tomb is closed, then Get in touch with each other."

The moment the Emperor Ling rushed out, the ghost curse empress and Luo Suo also rushed out without hesitation, obviously knowing the ancient sword tomb quite well.

Only Zhuo Wen didn't understand why, but looked at Yao Xiong who hadn't left not far away.

Yao Xiong looked at Zhuo Wen and said with a smile: "Brother Zhuo, the opening of the ancient sword tomb means that the ancient sword inside is looking for a destined person, and it is also the time for the monks to have their own chances. It's over!"

"Of course, after the ancient sword tomb is closed, Yao will contact you, Brother Zhuo!"

After finishing speaking, Yao Xiong also plunged into the interior of the ancient sword tomb below.

Zhuo Wen's eyes frowned slightly, and his attention fell on the ancient sword tomb again.

I saw sword lights shining like stars over the ancient sword tomb.

Zhuo Wen discovered that the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ancient swords that had been inserted into the ground had swept up into the sky at this moment, spinning around the huge sarcophagus, turning into a huge storm of sword light.

Around the sword light storm, there were many monks with fiery eyes, and rushed into the sword light storm to snatch the ancient sword they fancy.

It's a pity that most of the ancient swords let out a sword sound that pierced the eardrums at the moment the monk covered the hilt, and threw the monk away.

And the same scene happened everywhere in the ancient sword tomb, and even some monks with insufficient strength couldn't resist the terrifying tearing force of the sword light storm, and were directly torn into pieces.

Suddenly, a figure swept out from the storm of sword light, then looked around, and immediately flew away towards the distance.

As soon as this person left, some clever monks around followed him one after another, and they all shot and strangled this person to death.

As soon as this person died, a flash of sword light flashed out, which turned out to be an ancient sword.

It seems that this person should be related to one of the ancient swords in the ancient sword tomb, so this monk was chosen for this sword.

It is a pity that this monk is too weak to be the opponent of those besieged monks, which led to being besieged to death by so many monks.

As for the ancient sword, after the cultivator died, it turned into a sword light again and merged into the storm of sword light.

Zhuo Wen slowly landed in the ancient sword tomb, looking up at the many ancient swords that turned into a storm of sword light.

In this storm, from time to time, there will be monks flying and flashing in it, forcibly grabbing the ancient sword in it.

Zhuo Wen's spiritual consciousness also noticed the emperor's spirit, which was in the center of the sword light storm.

This emperor spirit is extremely domineering. He took a fancy to one of the ancient swords. This sword is two feet long and one foot wide. It looks extremely dazzling.

With Zhuo Wen's knowledge, he could tell at a glance that this ancient sword was much stronger than other ancient swords in the Sword Light Storm.

I saw Di Ling grabbing his right hand, and the huge divine power turned into countless restraints, forcing this ancient sword in his hand.

The ancient sword let out an angry sword cry, twisting the sword body continuously, the sword light poured out like water, but it was of no avail at all.

Di Ling is a strong man of the seven heavens, although his strength may be far inferior to the ancient sword saint king in this ancient sword tomb, but the divine sword that was forged by the ancient sword saint king forcibly subdued back then is really nothing to say Down.

After struggling to no avail, the huge sword finally stopped screaming, but succumbed to Di Ling's despotic power.

The corner of Di Ling's mouth grinned. After putting away this ancient sword, when he was about to continue to forcibly subdue the second ancient sword, a huge offensive suddenly came from the sarcophagus in the center of the ancient sword tomb and rushed towards Di Ling.

Di Ling's face changed drastically, he clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched out fiercely, hitting this terrifying offensive heavily.

bang bang bang!

The continuous explosion sounded, and Di Ling let out a muffled snort, and involuntarily exited the range where the sword light storm was located.

"For the ancient sword tomb, those who are destined can only take one ancient sword, don't be greedy!"

A faint voice sounded from inside the sarcophagus, deafening and thought-provoking.

Di Ling frowned slightly, but in the end he did not enter the storm of sword light again.

He knew very well that although the ancient sword sage king was dead, the spiritual consciousness left by him was very powerful, and he was not yet an opponent.

As for the monks around, after the emperor spirit was blasted out of the sword light storm, they scattered like frightened birds, not daring to approach the emperor spirit.

Although many monks around will attack those who are destined to get the ancient sword, it depends on the person.

The aura on Di Ling's body was like a vast ocean, and he looked like a high-level Xutian powerhouse. How dare they snatch such a powerhouse? Unless it's too long. JrNovels.com