Chapter 412

Mysterious world, mysterious valley, mysterious sword spirit.

After stabilizing Qi and blood, Lin Xianwang took a long breath and felt the pressure.

It's not easy.

You know, after returning to the world, his strength soared. He didn't experience such a strong pressure after entering the Ninth Heaven of the Immortal King.

Even if the three immortal emperors of the seven ancient tribes attacked the world, there was no problem with Lin Xianwang.

He felt the pressure.

But I just felt it.

Unlike just now, the sword Qi shot out and swept the sky, forcing him to retreat.

"This is definitely far beyond the three immortal emperors of the seven ancient tribes. There is such a terrible existence in the world?" Lin Xianwang looked at the huge valley with doubts.

His eyes are deep, as if staring into the abyss. Everything is dead. There is a sword afterglow in the huge and profound valley.

"Did it ever belong to the world?" asked Lin Xianwang softly.

Everything here has traces of years. It has been uninhabited for many years. Everything around it has traces of dilapidation. Lin Xianwang didn't rush into the center of the valley first. He wandered among the pavilions.

"Da" "Da" "Da"

……

Between the dilapidated pavilions, the footsteps of Lin Xian King echoed.

This once prosperous building is now completely deserted. Lin Xianwang can still see the shadow of the past in this dilapidation.

There is a long table in a reception hall. More than a dozen chairs are placed on both sides of the table. When your fairy king comes in, the footsteps tick. He reaches out and pats a chair.

This chair has gone with the wind and has already rotted.

In the past years, chairs and tables have been weathered by years.

Lin Xianwang didn't care. His eyes were attracted by a plaque in the middle of the hall.

The plaque was hung in the center of the hall. It was quiet. If you didn't look up, you wouldn't notice it at all. Lin Xianwang saw the plaque at the first sight after he came in, and his heart was greatly shocked.

Two big characters are written on the plaque.

Shushan!

Lin Xianwang frowned and remembered a past event in his mind.

When the world was in great trouble, the seven ancient tribes had not yet surfaced. The world was ruled by ten thousand tribes. Before ten thousand tribes, dark gods appeared. They also left their own records in the history of the world.

Then king Lin Xian heard a legend.

This legend comes from the barbarians, who once took in the human race.

In the ten thousand clan period, the human race was naturally weak and could not protect itself, so it had to be attached to other ethnic groups and under the command of the barbarians at that time.

But then the world changed, and the barbarians began to seal themselves. The only memory told Lin Xianwang that the ancestors had also been brilliant and rose.

At that time, it was a force called Shushan that led the rise and brilliance of the Terran.

Lin Xianwang has always kept this story in mind. He also went to look for the answer carefully, but unfortunately, the name of Shu mountain has never appeared, whether it is official history, unofficial history or biography.

Lin Xiangru doesn't know what Shushan is, where they come from and what their purpose is? Are they the ancestors of the Terran? How strong are they?

These questions perplexed Lin Xianwang and made him puzzled. Even if he looked through them to find the answer, he could finally get nothing.

So gradually, Lin Xianwang pressed his heart about Shushan and didn't mention it again.

up to now.

Lin Xianwang came to this mysterious little thousand world, saw the abandoned pavilions, and saw the word Shu mountain in the parliament hall.

Memories of the past emerge one by one.

How powerful is Shushan, a mysterious organization, and what role did it play in the Terran ten thousand years ago?

At this moment, Lin Xianwang, standing in the hall with his hands on his back, looked up at the plaque of Shushan mountain, and his eyes flashed with inquiry and thinking.

"As the ancestors of the Terran, what did you guard about the Terran? Why didn't there be any records? The seven ancient tribes should have been sealed at that time, but you still didn't leave any information about you." Lin Xianwang asked softly.

He knew no one would answer his question, but he had to ask.

Once Shushan was like a meteor passing through the sky without any time record.

If it had not been learned from a few words of the barbarians, I'm afraid king Lin Xian didn't know until now. There was a powerful force in the Terran ten thousand years ago.

Even after tens of thousands of years, the sword spirit left by this powerful strength in today's small world still makes Lin Xianwang, the most powerful Terran in the world, feel frightened.

In the empty hall, with decayed tables and chairs, dusty plaques, and a layer of gray floor, no one answered Lin Xianwang's questions quietly.

Lin Xianwang didn't need to get the answer here. The empty hall had no answer for a long time.

He gazed deeply at the plaque on Shushan mountain, turned around and walked out of the conference room and straight to the huge valley.

There was a faint fragrance of sword in the air in the valley.

Yes, the fragrance of sword Qi.

Or the fragrance of kendo.

Although the highly saturated sword Qi in the air can not damage Lin Xianwang, it still has a great deterrent to ordinary Xianwang or the realm below Xianwang. It can even be said to be a devil's road, which will take the lives of all people in and out.

"What happened to Shushan, once the most powerful Terran mountain?" Lin Jiufeng flashed countless ideas in her mind, but one after another disappeared.

These ideas are his own guesses. More than 10000 years ago, at the end of the ten thousand nationalities, the Terran rose up in Shushan. What did he do in the long river of history and what responsibility did he undertake?

These all need Lin Jiufeng to find the answer by herself.

He looked at the center of the valley.

I'm afraid the answer is in the center.

It's just that the sword spirit around the valley gives Lin Xianwang a headache.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Lin Xianwang rushed in directly.

At this time, a sword light and cold air were pressing, and suddenly broke out. From the center of the valley, it came to Lin Xian Wang. In an instant, the sword light condensed like a divine rainbow.

Lin Xianwang knew that if he wanted to enter the center of the valley, he had to break the sword Qi.

Therefore, he strongly launched the life Avenue array, and the lights of thousands of families bloomed to protect his body.

At this moment, the candle was slightly bright and the light was full, blocking the sharp sword breath.

Lin Xianwang walked into the center of the valley under pressure.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

But at the next moment, the sword was divided into two, two into four and four into eight. At this moment, it turned into thousands of terrible sword Qi, which was dazzling and almost evil.

Lin Xianwang's pupils contracted sharply. He realized that this power could definitely kill the Immortal King. Even ordinary immortal emperors would fall here.

If these sword Qi were placed outside, it would be enough to destroy endless mountains and rivers. I'm afraid it would be easy to tear this world apart.

"Put it out!"

Lin Xiangru took out thousands of lights in this lesson. The supreme magic weapon that grew up with him turned into a hazy light and fire. At this moment, it covered the heaven and earth of the valley and covered it all at once.

So hundreds of swords collapsed with a bang, dispersed into sword Qi, and evaporated on the spot.

Lin Xianwang saw the appearance of the center of the valley.

"This is... A sword tomb?"

Lin Xianwang observed suspiciously.

A huge grave appeared before his eyes.

Looking down from a high altitude, the tomb is like a long sword resting on the earth.

On the tombstone, king Lin Xian saw several big characters.

"Sword Saint Dugu Bubai's tomb!"