Fairy way

Everyone entered the sword washing pool.

It was an extremely wide sword field.

The ten thousand-foot silver waterfall hangs and falls, surging and surging.

The roar was deafening.

The terrifying sword is intended to conceive, as if possessing infinite vitality.

The huge sword field with a radius of ten miles is flanked by a towering mountain wall, with countless mottled sword marks engraved on it, as if telling an ancient legend.

Of course, the most shocking thing is the sword in the field.

Ten thousand swords point to the sky.

The clanging sword energy seemed to pierce the sky.

There are swords everywhere.

The monstrous spiritual energy washes over these swords along with the falling of the silver waterfall, gradually endowing them with spirituality.

Xijian Pond has existed for tens of thousands of years.

Countless spirit swords have been bred naturally, no matter how ordinary an iron sword is baptized by the spirit energy of heaven and earth, it will turn into a spirit sword, let alone a top-notch treasure.

It's just that the breath of the entire sword pool is melted into one, and it's impossible to tell the level of these swords at all.

This is the significance of the Sword Washing Pool.

The long years have bred too many powerful spirit swords.

And the existence of these swords also played a big role in interference, making it difficult to find really good swords.

The monks of Jianzong entered the sword washing pool, and only if they could get the approval of the spirit sword, could they perceive where the sword they needed was.

As for outsiders, there is absolutely no way.

Especially non-sword cultivators.

"There are so many swords, at least a million, and they are all spirit swords." Patriarch Yuanhua shook his head: "As expected of the Sword Sect, this background is really shocking."

For Jianzong, the background is not a powerful formation, a large number of spiritual stones and elixir, and it is not a few old seniors who are dying.

It's these countless spirit swords.

Jianzong is devoted to the sword.

Most of the time is spent nurturing the natal sword, sharpening the sword intent, and relying less on things like panacea exercises, so sword repair is often extremely powerful.

It is not without reason that such a small number of people can be ranked among the top ten sects.

"It's a pity that this background can't help them escape the danger of destruction." Qingxia said coldly from the side.

She didn't have much affection for Jianzong.

People from Jianzong also chased her down.

Patriarch Yuanhua shook his head: "That is to say, the people of Jianzong were confused, and the fit monks came out of the nest, but they were taken by Jiang Chen. As long as there is still a fit monk, Jianzong will be as stable as Mount Tai."

"Why?" Lin Xi was surprised.

"At the state of integration, the body is in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and you can control the power of the heaven and the earth. Jianzong's sword cultivation has reached this level, and it is almost the same as the surrender of Wanjian. In addition, Jianzong also has the method of controlling Wanjian. When foreign enemies come to invade, only one person needs to control the millions of spiritual swords in Xijianchi, and when the million spirit swords come out together, I am afraid that even the saints will retreat when they come."

Patriarch Yuanhua sighed, probably because he had seen such a scene back then.

Only a combined sword cultivator can do this.

Although there is a high price to pay, it is enough to make everyone dare not make mistakes.

Of course, this is limited to someone coming to attack Jianzong.

Because it is too expensive to control so many spirit swords, and because all spirit swords need to be warmed by the sword washing pool, they cannot leave the sword washing pool for too long.

And the amount of spiritual power consumed to control a million spirit swords is huge, even a fit monk can only last for a moment at most.

So relying on this method to attack other forces is simply a dream.

Hearing Yuanhua Patriarch's explanation, Lin Xi couldn't help swallowing.

A million spirit swords come out together?

Just thinking about this scene is enough to make people tremble with fear.

"But now it's ours." Lin Xi laughed.

Patriarch Yuanhua was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Yes, it's ours."

With so many spirit swords, what a huge fortune it must be.

Maybe there is also a Lingbao-level sword that has not been taken away.

The spirit sword shone brightly.

Lin Xi stepped forward, wanting to pick up the nearest spirit sword in front of him to look at it, but he didn't expect that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out of the pool of swords.

"Strange." Lin Xi performed the exercises, and his whole body burst out with vigor, which was enough to move a small mountain.

But the sword in front of him remained motionless.

"Could it be that I happened to choose a proud spirit sword?"

Then Lin Xi tried to draw other spirit swords.

But the result is the same.

I can't take them all.

"How could this be?" Lin Xi was surprised.

Qingxia obviously knew Jianzong very well, and explained: "Spiritual swords are conceived in the Sword Cleansing Pond, unless they are approved, they cannot take away any spiritual sword."

You must be approved by the spirit sword, in order to get the most suitable sword from the sword washing pool.

For sword cultivators.

A suitable sword is more important than a strong sword.

"Then isn't it a waste of time for us to come?" Lin Xi sighed.

Qingxia thought for a while and said: "Perhaps we can take a look at Yaochi and Xianchi, and send people to guard this place first, and come to get the spirit sword later if we need it."

"I'm afraid not." Patriarch Yuanhua shook his head.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously.

Yuanhua Patriarch explained: "If you are not a sword cultivator, it is very difficult to get the approval of the Spirit Sword. Besides, the Spirit Sword has a spirit, and there may be a situation where Bai Wanjian will fly away one day."

If so many spirit swords flew away, it would be too distressing.

These spirit swords have absorbed the power of heaven and earth and the sword intent of past sword sect monks. It is normal to have spirituality, and it is also normal to resist outsiders.

Lin Xi gritted her teeth: "Then there seems to be only one way."

"What way?" Ziyue asked.

"Destroy the sword washing pool!"

Everyone was shocked.

Even Qingxia showed some disbelief on her face.

"That's right, destroy it." Lin Xi said seriously: "I'm not joking, nor am I losing my temper and saying harsh words. Only by destroying the Sword Cleansing Pond can all these spirit swords be taken away."

Everyone thought about it carefully and found that this method is indeed possible.

As crazy as it sounds, it's the only way.

The Sword Cleansing Pond is an integral whole, and the spirit swords here can be said to be part of the Sword Cleansing Pond, so it is difficult for outsiders to take them away. If the Sword Cleansing Pond is destroyed, naturally there will be no such troubles.

"Then these spirit swords won't be able to improve themselves in the future." Ziyue said.

"Although it's a pity, it's much better than returning empty-handed." Lin Xi smiled and said, "Isn't it?"

Of course this is the problem.

Everyone looked at the Sword Washing Pond.

The sword sect, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, was destroyed.

The sacred place in the heart of the world's sword cultivators will no longer exist today.

Then Qingxia, Tianyao Zhenjun, and Yuanhua Patriarch attacked together. In an instant, the sky was dark, the silver waterfall was cut off, and the mighty sword intent was shattered into nothingness.

No matter how miraculous Xijian Pond is, it is still a dead thing.

How can it resist the joint attack of the three fit monks.

Boom~~

The Sword Washing Pool began to shake violently.

The Million Spirit Sword buzzed and trembled.

The deafening sound of the sword resounded between heaven and earth, as if it was crying.

this day.

All the spiritual swords in the world are weeping.

Later generations called it: Sword Difficult Day.