Chen Bei snorted. "Don't think that entering the Sword Tomb is such a simple task. If you hadn't passed the ten-star chess game, I wouldn't have let you take the risk when you're only at the eighth … no, the seventh stage. "
"He passed the ten-star chess game?"
When Nie Shanhe heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Obviously, he did not know about this.
"Yes. Although his cultivation isn't high, his comprehension is ridiculously high. I don't know what kind of strange bamboo shoots are growing in his head."
Chen Bei casually replied to Nie Shanhe. Then, he grabbed Irin's ear and explained in detail the key points of entering the Sword Tomb.
It turned out that.
The Sword Tomb's existence could be traced back to the founding of the Sky Rapier Sect. Even Chen Bei and the current Sect Master couldn't remember the origin of the Sword Tomb. Because those who knew the history of the Sword Tomb had been lost in the long river of history.
But what they knew was that the Sword Catacomb contained countless Intrinsic Flying Swords of their predecessors. These Flying Swords had been nurtured by generations of people, and the Sword Intent on the swords had yet to dissipate. Over time, the countless Flying Swords had spontaneously formed a pure natural super sword array.
If one's cultivation wasn't high enough or didn't have a deep understanding of formations, they would be pierced through the heart by thousands of swords.
Therefore, entering the Sword Tomb wasn't about taking, asking, or seizing. It was about asking.
Asking about swords. Those who were fated could ask about swords.
"Sword array?"
After Chen Bei's explanation, Irin roughly guessed what he was going to face next.
Since that was the case, there was no need to panic.
Chen Bei took out a small five-colored flag and stuffed it into Irin's hand. He said, "This is the Thousand Trickery Flag. It's a magic weapon for setting up formations. It's also very simple to use. You just need to inject a small amount of spiritual energy into the flag, and it can be divided into two and then four. You can use it as a formation flag at will. Although it's not a top-grade magic weapon, it's perfect for you to use. However, don't set up a formation in the Sword Tomb unless it's a critical moment. Otherwise, you'll anger them. "
"Understood."
From Chen Bei's words, Yi Lin could tell that he was worried. He carefully held the Thousand Chance Banner and tried to inject a bit of spirit qi into it.
Of course, for Irin, spiritual energy, magic power, and Spirit Energy Value were all the same thing.
Their apostle physiques seemed to be able to convert the energy aura in the air into a corresponding style.
Perhaps this was the benefit of converting human essence into "source code" as Grimm had said.
Abbreviated as — Digitization.
After injecting a small amount of spiritual energy into it, the small flag in Irin's hand grew by a few inches and turned into two. The two flags, one red and one green, slowly rotated in Irin's palm.
"Good weapon!"
Irin played with it for a while and exclaimed that it was very useful. He then clenched his fist and put away the Thousand Trickery Banner.
"Also, if you're in a life-or-death situation, don't forget about my token. If you inject your spirit energy into it, I'll be able to detect it immediately outside the Sword Tomb and lend a helping hand. But remember, if there's a second person in the Sword Tomb, he or she will never be recognized by the ancestors' flying swords in the Sword Tomb. He or she will never be recognized by the swords. "
Before Irin stepped into the Sword Tomb, Chen Bei reminded him.
"The rules are clear. I understand."
Irin turned around and made an "OK" gesture to Chen Bei and Nie Shanhe behind him. He took a few steps forward. The Sword Tomb in front of him was just like its name. The entrance to the tomb was built with gray stone bricks. It was heavy, deep, and solemn. There were swords buried inside.
As she walked inside, Yi Lin had the illusion that she had taken the initiative to step into the tomb and bury this world.
"Oh right …"
Just as Yi Lin was about to step into the Sword Catacomb, he suddenly turned around at the entrance. "If anything happens to me, I'll have to trouble Old Chen to take care of the Lin family in Black Bull Village at the foot of Black Bull Mountain in the Dong Sheng Divine Prefecture."
Chen Bei was stunned. He couldn't help but laugh and scold him. "Brat, didn't I say to remember to use the token I gave you in life-or-death situations?"
"Just in case." Irin shook his head. "I used to be alone. Now that I have someone to worry about, I'm not used to it."
After saying that, Irin stepped into the Sword Tomb calmly and didn't say anything else.
In the darkness, the Night Pearls on both sides of the corridor emitted a dim light.
Irin walked for ten meters and suddenly remembered something. He took out a tortoise shell from his pocket. There were three coins in the shell.
"Clang, clang, clang."
Irin squatted on the ground and shook the tortoise shell. He shook the three coins out.
There were two types of divination techniques. Active divination was called "divination" and passive divination was called "divination".
This tortoise shell divination technique was one of the most basic passive divination techniques. It was also the most basic "divination" technique.
With the help of some randomly generated divination, one could analyze it and predict good or bad luck.
"Good, good, bad luck? Not bad. "
Irin put away the tortoise shell and coins in satisfaction.
He didn't really care about the results of the divination. It was just for fun and purely for practice.
Usually, when he had nothing to do, he would throw out two bad omens. He even threw out a bad omen. Other than the cauldron explosion at Sword Mountain and encountering Jian Nanchun when he went out, he was still alive and well.
It was just for fun.
As for whether it was accurate or not, that was another matter.
Irin walked through a long and narrow tomb path.
In the tomb, it was gloomy and cold.
With the dim light, Irin could barely see the inside of the Sword Tomb. However, for safety reasons, Irin still released his senses and sensed the movements in the surroundings.
Since there was no one around, Irin was too lazy to act like a newbie and directly laid out his cards.
After walking for a hundred meters, Irin estimated that he had entered the interior of the mountain. The space in front of him suddenly became much more spacious.
In front of him was a stretch of undulating flying swords. The flying swords were stabbed into the uneven rocks like tombstones.
After stepping into the Sword Tomb, Irin suddenly felt like he was being watched by many pairs of eyes. Irin immediately felt his scalp go numb and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
Irin wandered around the Sword Tomb for ten minutes.
After being alert for a while, the danger that he imagined did not appear.
Although the atmosphere was strange, and Irin also felt that something was wrong, after walking for a while, Irin was still fine. He was in a friendly relationship with the ancestors in the tomb.
"It seems like it is still a trigger type trap?"
Irin tried to use modern thinking to explain the current situation.
If this was a level in a game, then the traps in the level would be triggered. As long as one's hand was not bad, nothing would happen.
However, Irin did not come here for "safety". If there was really nothing wrong, wouldn't it be fine if he did not come here? Irin obviously stepped into the Sword Tomb because he was hoping for something to happen.
If nothing happened, how could he gain anything?
Thinking of this, Irin narrowed his eyes and began to look for a target with the help of the light from the luminous pearls embedded in the walls of the Sword Tomb.
To put it bluntly, the Sword Tomb was a tomb located in the mountain.
The tomb was not small. The ground was undulating, and the flying swords in the distance were like a forest. One could barely take in the entire Sword Tomb.
Yi Lin was originally advancing on foot. He was an honest infantryman, looking for a target to attack. However, after walking for a while, Irin felt that this was too slow. He used his psychokinesis and floated into the air, preparing to increase his efficiency.
When Irin floated about ten meters above the ground, something strange happened.
"Hum —"
"Hum —"
"Hum —"
In the sealed tomb, there was a burst of high-frequency sounds.
It was the flying swords.
When Irin flew over their heads, the originally lifeless flying swords suddenly came to life. The swords trembled and made sword sounds.
How many flying swords were sleeping in the Sword Tomb?
A thousand?
Ten thousand?
A hundred thousand?
Irin could not be counted.
In short, when Irin flew up, it seemed to have violated some kind of taboo.
At this moment, it was like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil; it was also like a piece of delicious smoked meat falling into a pack of hungry dogs.
"Hum, hum, hum —"
The Sword Tomb was ignited!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
All of a sudden, the flying swords began to emit sharp sword lights.
Some were like fire, some were like water, and some were like gold. The sword light of various colors converged into a terrifying hurricane. It was like a meat grinder, mercilessly twisting towards Irin in the air.
"… F * ck?"
So I can't step on the heads of the "ancestors"?
These broken swords are so arrogant?
Old Chen, why didn't you tell me this earlier?
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