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Inside the Mountain
"That Nirvana token … seems to be the mysterious spirit of Sanjin!"
"Isn't Xu Youwei's Nirvana token the bloody hand?"
"Last year, he went to the Temple of Youyin and accidentally obtained this Nirvana Token!"
Among all the Nirvana tokens, the mysterious ones were the most special.
Many mysterious Nirvana tokens often had some incredible abilities. If used properly, they were almost unbreakable!
Looking at Xu Youwei's tri-colored sword, Luo Zheng did not hesitate. He waved his hand and the Snow Sword appeared in his hand.
Although there were 33 Levels of Heaven in the Nirvana Realm, they were generally divided into three realms.
Although Xu Youwei had entered the 13th Level of Heaven, Luo Zheng's Nirvana token was also at the 13th Level of Heaven. It was just that Luo Zheng's soul cultivation was not as high as Xu Youwei's, so he might be able to fight.
Besides, Luo Zheng had his own trump card.
Seeing that a fierce battle was about to break out between the two, no one in the hall stepped in to stop it.
Those on Xu Youwei's side hoped that Xu Youwei would kill Luo Zheng with one strike, and those on the neutral side did not want to miss this opportunity to watch the show.
Luo Zheng also firmly told Lingshuang and the people of the Heart Sword Sect that he wanted to face it alone, so they could not intervene.
"Swoosh …"
As Xu Youwei gently raised the tri-colored sword, the faint tri-colored shadow formed a strange pattern. Just as he was about to attack, a thin thread suddenly came from behind him.
The thread gently wrapped around the tri-colored sword, and the light on the sword instantly dimmed. It was a young woman with a ponytail.
Behind this young woman, there were several people following her.
"The Seven Mountains Meeting is supposed to be a festive day. It's not appropriate to fight here." The young woman gently waved her hand. Under the pull of the invisible thread, Xu Youwei's sword flew out of his hand and landed directly in her hand.
At the same time, Luo Zheng also felt that his hand was empty. The Snow Sword flew out and landed in her hand as well.
The young woman walked in front of Xu Youwei, holding the sword hilt in one hand and the sword tip in the other. She handed the sword to Xu Youwei and warned, "If you want to fight, do it after the Seven Mountains Meeting."
Then she strolled in front of Luo Zheng and handed the Snow Sword to Luo Zheng. At the same time, she stared at Luo Zheng, and then led the rest of the people on the stage.
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Gao Qizheng and the other elite disciples of the Heart-Flow Sword Sect heaved a sigh of relief.
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The ponytailed woman and the others were clearly much stronger than those present. Even Xu Youwei did not dare to act rashly.
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"The Land of Sword Grief?" Luo Zheng blinked. The aura emitted by this woman was similar to that of the banshees in the Hive. Luo Zheng asked, "Is the Land of Sword Grief the same as the Golden Crow Clan's Hive?"
"Yes," Lin Translation nodded, "If we break through the Color Realm and reach the Desire Realm, we will be qualified to join the Land of Sword Grief."
Apart from the Hive, the Heavenguard Pavilion of the You Xiong Clan also corresponded to the Land of Sword Grief. The structure of the major clans seemed to be similar.
At this moment, the girl on the stage called "Ling Xi" said, "You must have heard about the rewards of the Seven Mountains Meeting, right?"
The disciples of the major clans didn't respond. They didn't care about the rewards. They only participated in the Seven Mountains Meeting to fight for the honor of their clans.
However, the disciples of the major sword clans were a little excited and responded.
Ling Xi nodded, "Then we'll follow the old rules. After everyone has eaten, the meeting will officially begin."
After exchanging a few short sentences, Ling Xi stepped down from the stage, and the people from the Sword of Grief also took their seats. Then, all kinds of exquisite food and wine were served on the table. The maids were like butterflies, shuttling through the hall, busying themselves. Everyone was busy socializing, chatting and reminiscing about the past, exchanging information with each other.
During this process, the smell of gunpowder in the hall gradually became stronger.
"This time, I hope your Tai Qing Mountain can perform better, hahaha …"
"Humph, our Murdering Sword Sect will win!"
"…"
In the warm atmosphere, Xu Youwei's face was still cold.
The elites of the Haotian Sword Sect on the Tai Hao Mountain toasted Xu Youwei one by one.
"Childe Youwei, don't be anxious. Mo Yijian of the Heart-Flow Sword Sect didn't come. This time, there will be plenty of opportunities!"
"I will avenge Childe Youwei!"
"Avenge? How could that be considered revenge? An ant-like thing … "You underestimate Youwei Gongzi too much."
If Luo Zheng belonged to the Tai Yi Mountain, the Tai Ming Mountain, and the people of the Tai Hao Mountain would have some misgivings, because the sword sects of the other mountains all had their own direct descendants overseeing them.
Logically speaking, Feng Ge belonged to the Greater One Mountain, but because the Greater One Mountain had three great sword sects, Feng Ge would not favor any one of them.
"I don't need you guys." Xu Youwei raised his wine cup and drank it in one gulp, "I will do it myself."
"That's great! I've long wanted to see Youwei Gongzi display his might! "
"..."
The elite disciples of the Haotian Sword Sect also began to flatter him.
After everyone finished eating, they all left the table.
Ling Xi and the others from the Land of Sword Grief led the crowd through the hall and into the revolving corridor at the back of the hall.
The corridor went all the way down, and its length far exceeded Luo Zheng's imagination. Clearly, there was a huge project in the mountain.
"I heard Brother Gao say before that the Seven Mountains Party is not an arena competition, but a game that has been carefully designed. Could it be that such a huge project was built just for this game?" Luo Zheng asked.
Before Gao Qizheng could answer, Ling Shuang spoke first, "Of course not. This mountain was originally a training ground of the Heavenly Palace. It was abandoned later, so they used it."
After the upper echelons of the Heavenly Palace knew about it, they took advantage of the situation and rearranged the illusion formation, set up the rules and so on. After some modifications, it became what it was now.
After walking down for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Luo Zheng left the corridor and saw a cave that was more than ten thousand feet high in front of him. In the center of the cave, there was a small mountain that was five to six thousand feet high.
This small mountain was obviously not formed naturally. Its surface glowed with a metallic luster. It was unknown what this small mountain was used for.
"Everyone, return to your positions according to the sword sects you belong to," Ling Xi ordered.
As a direct descendant of the Great Yi Mountain, Ling Shuang naturally could not go with Luo Zheng. After bidding farewell to Luo Zheng, she went to the right with Song Feiyu and the others.
At the bottom of the cave, there were more than ten boulders of similar size.
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