Yang Qingxuan covered his nose. This unpleasant smell came not only from death and decay, but also from the strong erosion of time, giving people a rusty feeling.
"It is indeed the smell of metal rust. It is so thick that it makes me want to vomit."
The smell of metal rust seemed to have melted into the air. Even his robe was covered with a thin layer of rust.
Yang Qingxuan flung his robe and felt uncomfortable in his stomach. Suddenly, his feet trembled inexplicably and he almost fell to the ground. A huge vibration came from below and went straight to the ground!
"Rumble! … "
The tremors were oppressive and ancient, as if an ancient giant beast had awakened. The earth began to crack under the tremors, and countless tombs broke open. The aura of death and rust rose from the tombs, accompanied by a terrifying sword intent!
"This is …!"
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank. He saw the most shocking scene in his life, except for the underground palace under Kunlun Mountain.
Countless swords came out from the tombs, like bamboo shoots after the rain, quickly and crazily emerging.
"Bang!"
Yang Qingxuan sucked in a cold breath.
The countless swords, hundreds of millions of them, were all rusty. They were inserted into the tombs, like the tombstones of peerless masters.
A strange wind came out of nowhere, rolling up endless coldness and rippling in the air, as if narrating the countless stories in the sword tomb.
Behind each sword, there was a peerless legend.
Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale. He held his breath and looked at the rusty swords. "Pei Min", "Burning Silence", "Light of Time", "Scar of Heaven", "Love Farewell", "Demon Slayer" …
Behind each name, there was a peerless charm, peerless cultivation, and immortal reputation. But they were all buried in the endless sword tomb together with the divine swords!
Yang Qingxuan only felt a sharp pain in his head, and a desolate and ancient voice exploded in his mind.
"The bright moon shines in the same place, the sky and sentimental, the floating clouds become snow."
"Sweeping across the universe, shaking the universe, there is no second in the mortal world. Everything is transformed into a sword."
The indistinct voice of the poem was like the sorrowful cry of a great bell, and it seemed to have traversed boundless time and space to arrive from the other side. In the end, it transformed into a boundless storm that surged through this silent heavens and the earth!
Millions upon millions of Sword Souls trembled under the desolate and ancient aura, letting out clanking sounds.
Yang Qingxuan felt as if his head was about to explode when the sound of thousands of swords entered his ears. The words "Taixuan Sword Vault" suddenly appeared in his head. In the infinite universe, in the billions of spaces, all the dead swords turned into sword souls and were buried here!
There were thousands of changes in his heart, and his vision was not clear. The entire sword tomb became illusory, floating in front of his eyes and rapidly shrinking.
A scarlet sword mark appeared between his eyebrows. It flickered with an enchanting red light. Upon closer inspection, the sword mark was one to two, two to three, and three to ten thousand swords, but they all returned to one.
"Ah!! … "
Yang Qingxuan covered his head with both hands and roared in pain, rolling on the ground.
The Taixuan Sword Vault was about to descend into his sea of consciousness.
At this moment, a burst of green light appeared. His arms were covered in dragon scales, and the shadow of a green dragon emerged from the back of his neck. It shattered the void of his sea of consciousness and forced its way into the Taixuan Sword Vault. A dragon's roar shook the heavens!
"Bang, bang, bang! … "
The Sword Souls on the countless tombs were all shattered under the dragon's roar, and millions of tombs were blasted open.
The green dragon's powerful strength resisted the entire sword tomb. Its eyes were cold. Its body shook and began to shrink. It was about to take human form in the void.
However, as the sword tomb spun, the world collapsed rapidly, and accelerated into Yang Qingxuan's sea of consciousness.
The shadow of the dragon shook a few times. Finally, its power was insufficient, and the transformation failed. With a bang, it turned into green light and mist, dissipating in the desolate sky above the sword tomb.
"Puff!"
Yang Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were red, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. He could not hold on any longer. If the sword tomb forced its way into his body, he would probably explode and die.
He knew that life and death were not easy. How could he be willing to die like this?
Just as he was unwilling to give up, the space between his eyebrows suddenly shrank. A drop of crimson essence blood appeared on his forehead, shining brightly.
A vast demonic power spread out from the space between his eyebrows and spread out along his meridians.
As soon as the demonic power was released, it swept out like a raging wave. The crimson blood lines spread out in a sphere, covering half of his face instantly.
The blood lines twisted and turned like complicated inscriptions. Wherever they went, the skin became demonic, and hair grew out.
Yang Qingxuan's facial features also began to twist. The middle part of his body elongated, and his eyes were crimson gold. A pair of tiger teeth were as sharp as a beast's. His face turned into a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, exactly the same as the demonic monkey in the ancient painting!
Inside the Taixuan Sword Vault, which was constantly shrinking, lightning suddenly flashed and thunder roared. A terrible storm and thunder fell from the sky. In the void of the sword tomb, a peerless figure stood there without anyone noticing.
He wore a phoenix-feather purple gold crown on his head, a golden chainmail on his body, and a pair of lotus silk cloud-walking shoes on his feet.
A fiery cloud-like battle robe surged behind him.
The figure stood there alone with his left hand on his waist, allowing the thousands of thunderbolts to strike him without moving.
The ten thousand swords on the ground trembled involuntarily. Suddenly, the ten thousand swords roared and flew out of the tomb, turning into a rain of swords and shooting toward the figure.
The figure shook his head to the right, and his right hand moved to his ear. A beam of golden light pierced through the sky and the earth, shooting up into the sky and grabbing the moon and the stars. It shot down into the Nine Serenities, intimidating all ghosts and monsters!
Amidst the colorful light and auspicious air, a huge pillar of black iron appeared. There were golden hoops at the top and bottom of the hoops, and there were vague words on them that were difficult to read.
Upon closer inspection, they read: Milky Way Suppressing Divine Treasure.
The figure held the iron rod in one hand. With a wave, the thousands of sword shadows were all shattered. With another wave, the iron rod went straight into the vein of the earth with a boom, stirring up the earth and shattering the sky.
As the iron rod was stirred, Yang Qingxuan's head exploded with a boom. He completely lost consciousness, as if he were dead.
After an unknown period of time.
It seemed like endless years, but it also seemed like only a moment.
His consciousness came back little by little. First, he regained his sense of touch. His fingers moved a few times, and then he heard the sound of flowing water. It was the sound of the Welcoming Dragon Pool. Then, his five senses and six consciousness came back one by one.
Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself lying on a big rock with one foot in the pool.
There seemed to be pain coming from his foot, as if he was bitten by a mouse.
He looked over and saw a strange golden fish floating in the water. It had sharp teeth and was biting his calf.
The fish was golden all over, and it had a pair of ventral fins like a butterfly's wings and a tail like a phoenix's tail. Only the two sides had a touch of demonic red, as if it was drawn by a painter. It was very strange.
Yang Qingxuan's body was very strong. The fish couldn't bite him, but its sharp teeth still bit his calf, which was very painful.
He thought to himself, "A dragon in shallow water is teased by shrimps, a tiger in the plains is bullied by dogs. I, Yang Qingxuan, am actually bitten by a fish."
Angry, he suddenly broke the pool water with his foot and kicked the fish.
The fish was very alert and nimble. It was shaken by the waves, but it was unexpectedly unharmed. It turned around and was about to swim away.
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