Chapter 2079

"Ha ha, the opening time of the ancient sword tomb is not fixed. As soon as we enter the Yin, Qing and vacancy, we encounter the opening of the ancient sword tomb. It seems that we are lucky." Yao Xiong's eyes are hot.

Whoosh!

Just after Yao Xiong said this, the Emperor Ling took the lead in plundering out and turned into a long rainbow into the ancient sword tomb, leaving only a indifferent word: "the ancient sword tomb is opened, each by chance, and then contact and gather after the ancient sword tomb is closed."

At the moment when the emperor's spirit swept out, the ghost curse empress and Luosuo rushed out without hesitation. It was obvious that they knew a lot about the ancient sword tomb.

Only Zhuo Wen didn't know why. Instead, he looked at Yao Xiong not far away.

Yao Xiong looked at Zhuo Wen and said with a smile, "brother Zhuo, when the ancient sword tomb is opened, it means that the ancient sword inside begins to look for the predestined person. It's also when the monks have their own opportunities. It's hard to say. Brother Zhuo knows what's going on when he enters the ancient sword tomb!"

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

With that, Yao Xiong also plunged into the ancient sword tomb below.

Zhuo Wen's eyes frowned slightly. He paid attention to falling on the ancient sword tomb again.

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

Zhuo Wen found that the 9999 ancient swords that had been inserted on the ground were now swept up into the air, rotating around the huge sarcophagus and turning into a huge sword light storm.

Around the sword light storm, many monks, with their eyes blazing, plundered into the sword light storm to snatch the ancient sword they liked.

Unfortunately, most of the ancient swords made a sword sound that pierced the eardrum at the moment when the friar covered the handle of the sword, and suddenly threw the friar out.

The same scene happened everywhere in the ancient sword tomb. Even some monks with insufficient strength could not resist the terrible tearing force of the sword light storm and were directly torn into pieces.

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

As soon as the man left, some clever friars followed him and hanged him to death.

When this man died, a touch of sword light swept out, but it was an ancient sword.

It seems that this person should have a fate with one of the ancient swords in the ancient sword tomb, so this sword chose this monk.

Unfortunately, this Friar's strength is too poor. He is not the opponent of those besieged friars at all, resulting in being besieged and killed by so many friars.

As for the ancient sword, after the monk fell, it turned into a sword light again and integrated into the sword light storm.

Zhuo Wen slowly fell in the ancient sword tomb and looked up at the many ancient swords that turned into sword light storm.

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

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

The emperor spirit was extremely overbearing. He took a fancy to one of the ancient swords. The sword was two feet long and one foot wide. It was dark like a giant ruler. In the center of the sword body, there was a gold bar inlaid with glittering gold, which looked very dazzling.

With Zhuo Wen's insight, he saw at a glance that this ancient sword was much more strange and powerful than other ancient swords in the sword light storm.

As soon as the emperor's spirit grasped it with his right hand, the huge divine power turned into countless constraints and forcibly held the ancient sword in his hand.

The ancient sword roared angrily and kept twisting its body. The light of the sword poured out like water, but it didn't help at all.

The emperor spirit is the strong one of Xutian Qideng. Although his strength may be far less than that of the ancient sword king in the ancient sword tomb, it's really nothing to say that he forcibly subdued a divine sword forged by the ancient sword king in that year.

In the fruitless struggle, the giant sword finally stopped singing, but succumbed to the obscene power of the emperor's spirit.

The emperor's spirit grinned at the corner of his mouth. After putting away the ancient sword, when he wanted to continue to forcibly take over the second ancient sword, a vast offensive suddenly came from the sarcophagus in the center of the ancient sword tomb and swept towards the emperor's spirit.

The Emperor Ling's face changed greatly. He pinched his fist with his right hand, slammed it out, and hit it heavily on the terrible attack.

Bang bang!

The continuous explosion sound sounded, and the Emperor Ling groaned, and involuntarily withdrew from the scope of the sword light storm.

"In the ancient sword tomb, a predestined person can only take one ancient sword. Don't be greedy!"

The faint voice sounded from the sarcophagus, enlightening and thought-provoking.

The emperor spirit frowned slightly, and finally did not enter the sword light storm again.

He knows very well that although the ancient sword Saint King is dead, his divine sense is very strong. At present, he is not an opponent.

As for the friars around, after the emperor spirit was blasted out of the sword light storm, they scattered like frightened birds, and did not dare to get close to the emperor spirit.

Although many monks around will fight those who get the ancient sword, it also depends on people.

The breath on the emperor's spirit is like a vast ocean. At first glance, it is a high-level virtual sky strong man. How dare they rob such a strong man? Unless it's too long.

Emperor Ling naturally noticed Zhuo Wen not far away, but just looked at it, he no longer paid attention to it, but took out the ancient sword and planned to refine it in a dignified way.

Emperor Ling's behavior is arrogant. It's not obvious that he wants others to rob him.

Zhuo Wen didn't take care of the emperor spirit anymore, but kicked his right foot and entered the sword light storm.

Zhuo Wen is now good at using the sword. If he can find a better ancient sword in the sword light storm, maybe he can replace the ziyao Xinghe divine sword.

After all, with the continuous increase of Zhuo Wen's cultivation, the effect of ziyao Xinghe divine sword on him is not so obvious. After all, this is the divine sword refined at the peak of Zhuo Wen's Heavenly God. Logically, it is not an empty heavenly artifact.

The ancient sword Saint King is an old monster of Xutian badeng, and the momentum released from the sarcophagus just now is even more magnificent than that Youwu death. It seems that the ancient sword Saint King was much stronger than that Youwu death.

Zhuo Wen didn't know the horror of the ancient sword Saint King. The ancient sword Saint King existed only half a step away from Xutian Jiudeng.

In fact, the power is so strong that even the great Brahma couldn't help praising it.

Although Youwu death is also an empty sky, it is still a long way from the peak. Moreover, the old guy was seriously injured at the beginning. Although he took the marrow of the sky and stars, it has been delayed for too long. He has long fallen into a hidden disease, and his strength is much lower than that in the past.

The ancient sword forged by this existence must be the best of the virtual celestial artifacts. If Zhuo Wen can get one, it will naturally be of great benefit to his strength growth.

And this predestined person doesn't have to be predestined. It's a predestined person who has strong strength and can subdue the ancient sword.

Just now, Emperor Ling took such tough measures to forcibly subdue one of his favorite ancient swords.

"You can only choose an ancient sword. You have to think carefully!"

Shuttling through the sword light storm, Zhuo Wen resisted the tearing force around him while deriving from his powerful divine consciousness and paying attention to the uniqueness of each divine sword in the storm.

Zhuo Wen's divine sense is so strong that it is like countless tentacles. It instantly spreads the whole sword light storm. Zhuo Wen can clearly observe the abnormality of each ancient sword and even compare it.

With the continuous improvement of Zhuo Wen's cultivation, his divine consciousness also rises. If strictly speaking, Zhuo Wen's divine consciousness has actually surpassed the emperor spirit of Xutian Qideng.

In this sword light storm, Zhuo Wen is like a fish in water. He can not only shuttle quickly by divine knowledge, but also quickly compare various ancient swords.

"Eh? This ancient sword..."

Zhuo Wen's eyes suddenly coagulated. In his divine consciousness, he found a rusty broken sword suspended near the center of the sword light storm.

The broken sword is ugly and even badly damaged. It looks incomplete.

If you don't pay close attention, you won't pay too much attention to this ancient sword that doesn't sell well and has a bad breath among so many ancient swords.

But Zhuo Wen's eyes were particularly dignified, because the broken broken sword, in the process of floating, the other ancient swords around him retreated one after another, as if they were all in awe of the ugly broken sword.

Zhuo Wen's divine consciousness is very strong. I saw this scene inadvertently.

If he hadn't seen this scene, Zhuo Wen wouldn't have paid attention to the broken sword.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen also found that the broken sword was very low-key and basically suspended quietly in a relatively quiet place.

Just now, because the broken sword moved a distance at will, Zhuo Wen found the strange scene just now.

"This sword is unusual!"

Zhuo wenmu showed his fine eyes and rushed towards the broken sword.

Perhaps I felt the eyes projected by Zhuo Wen. The broken sword turned around this way, turned back and quickly swept forward.

It's like a cat stealing. When it looks back and sees its owner catching up, it immediately runs away.

"This guy... So human, absolutely not simple!"

Zhuo Wen was more and more sure that the broken sword was unusual. He quickly grabbed it and wanted to catch up with the broken sword.

But to Zhuo Wen's surprise, whenever he wanted to catch up with the broken sword, the sword light storm around him suddenly grabbed the terrible tearing force and slowed him down.

After the broken sword swept forward for a distance, the tearing force disappeared again, and Zhuo Wen caught up again.

Zhuo Wen always felt that the broken sword seemed to be playing with him.

If so, can't the broken sword control the strength of the sword light storm? Then what's the origin of the broken sword.

"Xiao Hei, you have the broken sword. Can you subdue him?"

Zhuo Wen immediately called out Lei Huojian, pointed forward to the broken sword that slowly lured Zhuo Wen to catch up and asked.

He knew that Xiao Hei liked being a sword slave very much. At the beginning, blood fairy and Jidao fire sword were turned into sword slaves by this guy.

Now the broken sword is unusual. Maybe this guy will be interested.

"The weapon of the broken sword is not low in intelligence. It actually knows how to play tricks. It really has the style of the Dragon Master in those days!"

Seeing that Xiao Hei didn't answer Zhuo Wen's question, he bragged there. Zhuo Wen's green veins appeared in front of his forehead, slapped him and said, "help me take over the damn broken sword, don't grind haw..."