Su Yi's gaze was solemn. In the mountain range in front of him, there was a huge mountain in the distance that was particularly eye-catching, grand and majestic.
That mountain peak was like dozens of mountain peaks combined together, appearing exceptionally grand and majestic.
From the top of that mountain peak, there was a faint mysterious aura that pervaded the air. Even though it was a distance away, it still made Su Yi feel uneasy.
This aura was exactly the same as the terrifying aura that Su Yi had felt twice outside.
"Swoosh swoosh …"
Very quickly, Yun Lingfeng, Jiang Xiwen, Qin Fang and many other disciples shot out yuan qi from the soles of their feet, flying forward.
Mu Yao, Sakura Asaka, and Gong Qi also left, as if they did not want to fall behind.
"The ancestor left it on that mountain. We have to be careful, the road is not safe." Situ Muyang said to Su Yi.
"It should be much faster if we fly over."
The corner of Su Yi's mouth curled into a smile. He had already cultivated the Hundred Steps of Fuyao to the third level, and was able to condense a pair of yuan qi wings, which gave him a lot of advantages.
"If you want to fly over, I guarantee that you will regret it."
Situ Muyang chuckled, looked at Su Yi and said: "It is relatively safe here, we have to restrain our aura as much as possible, otherwise it might cause danger."
"Is that so …"
Su Yi frowned, looking at Mu Yao. When Ryugun River, Zhang Lingyun, Jian Yi and the others left, no wonder they did not release much of their aura. It turned out that the more aura they released, the greater the danger they might encounter.
The two of them formed a group, slightly releasing their yuan qi, and headed towards the huge mountain peak.
In this space, the line of sight was dim, as if there was no sun.
Even the air was filled with a black mist-like airflow, as if there was a huge ancient tomb buried underground, and there was a heart-palpitating aura everywhere.
The mountain was connected to the stone paths, and not a single blade of grass grew. Everywhere was filled with the vicissitudes of life and deathly stillness.
Su Yi was deeply moved. He did not know how many experts of Shenjian Gate had walked into this place when their oil lamps were about to run out. In the end, they were buried here. This was the burial place of many experts of Shenjian Gate.
A moment later, Mu Yao, Yun Lingfeng, Ryugun River, and the others disappeared.
There was more than one mountain path in the mountain range, and all of them led to the most majestic peak in front of them.
Not long after, a white skeleton sat cross-legged on a huge rock. Its body was covered in a mottled robe, and the emblem of Shenjian Gate could be faintly seen on it.
The skeleton had fluffy black hair that covered its face, revealing a faintly discernible skull. In front of it was a sword that was inserted into the rock upside down, and was covered in dust.
Situ Muyang stepped forward and bowed respectfully. He seemed to have sensed something as he said softly, "This is a senior expert of the Divine Sword Sect. He passed away here when he passed away."
Su Yi also stepped forward and bowed. He was now a disciple of Shenjian Gate, and this was the body of an ancestor of Shenjian Gate. He had passed away here, so he was in awe.
Looking at the skeleton in front of him, the body of an ancestor expert of Shenjian Gate was like an ordinary bone. There was no fluctuation of aura, and it was dim.
Su Yi looked carefully. There were even faint black spots on the skeleton, as if it had been corroded by some mysterious aura.
"This treasure sword is also a treasure. It's at least at the Dao Artifact level."
Situ Muyang said to Su Yi. The dusty sword in front of the ancestor expert was at least at the Dao Artifact level. It was a treasure.
"Dao Artifact …"
Hearing that, Su Yi's eyes lit up, and immediately stared at the dusty sword.
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A treasure sword at the Dao Artifact level, even if it was at the initial stage of the Dao Artifact level, was equivalent to being priceless.
The weapon level was Yuan Weapon, Xuan Weapon, Spirit Weapon, Dao Artifact, Magic Artifact, and Saint Artifact.
The weapons at the Spirit Weapon level were already sentient and could complement their masters.
As for the weapons at the Dao Artifact level, it was said that they had already carried the Dao and could fuse with their masters.
You can try to communicate with it, and maybe it will choose you. However, you can only take one treasure from the Divine Sword Valley. If you choose another one, you won't be able to get what the ancestor left behind. Situ Muyang told Su Yi.
"Is that so …"
Su Yi immediately shook his head. Although this Dao Artifact level treasure sword was a treasure, the biggest goal of entering the Divine Sword Valley was to enter the Shenjian Gate.
It was no wonder that every time a disciple of the Shenjian Gate came in, there would definitely be someone who passed by this place, but did not take away this treasure sword.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, at this moment, the dusty sword suddenly emitted a buzzing sound. The dust trembled, and a ray of light spread out.
This light carried a strange black mist, and it was filled with a terrifying aura.
"Swish …"
A strange black light suddenly shot out from the deep eye sockets of the skeleton that had already passed away in a sitting posture.
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From the fluffy black hair that covered his face, a chilling aura suddenly swept out, causing his tattered robes to flutter in the wind.
"Swish …"
Everything was as fast as lightning. The skeleton that had passed away seemed to have suddenly come to life. It waved its hand and pulled out the treasure sword in front of it. A sword light was like lightning, and directly slashed towards Su Yi and Situ Muyang.
"This is bad!"
Su Yi's face changed greatly, he activated the Fuyao Hundred Changing Steps to the extreme, pulling Situ Muyang who was still unable to react, and instantly retreated.
"Boom …"
Wherever the sword light passed, a long crack would appear on the ground. Gravel would surge, and sand would fly everywhere.
"What's going on?"
Situ Muyang regained his senses, his heart still had a lingering fear. If not for the fact that Su Yi had just left, the consequences of this sword strike could be imagined.
"Up the mountain, go, go quickly …"
Just as Su Yi and Situ Muyang were preparing for battle, and their expressions changed, the skeleton suddenly opened its mouth, its voice was hoarse, and its voice was hoarse, as if it was hoarse, and the black light in its eyes flickered with a hint of light.
The skeleton held the sword tightly in one hand and once again stabbed it into the ground, causing the surrounding ground to crumble inch by inch. It pointed at the majestic mountain peak in front of them and said to Su Yi and Situ Muyang: "Go quickly!"
"Let's go, let's go …"
Although Su Yi did not know what had happened, this strange change and the terrifying aura that spread out from the skeleton's body made Su Yi very clear that if he stayed here, he would not be a match for the skeleton.
If he had not dodged that sword strike quickly, an ordinary Yuan Zhen Stage cultivator would not have been able to withstand it.
"Whoosh whoosh …"
Without any hesitation, the two of them quickly left, their hearts trembling.
Only when the skeleton's movements had disappeared far away did Su Yi and Situ Muyang slow down.
"What the hell just happened?"
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