With the Heavenly Way Flute leading the way, and with the induction of Bai Qing'er and Ji Fanxin, they soon arrived at the area where the magical artifacts and the mystery of the origin were hidden.

Unlike Zhang Ruochen imagined, he thought that the place that contains the origin and mystery must be sacred and flawless.

However, this place is extremely strange.

The whole world is dark red. Standing on the edge of a cliff and looking at it, there are blood dragon-like mountains distributed under your feet. The black gas in the mountains and rivers turns into mist, and the color of the soil seems to be formed by blood-soaked formation.

The reason why they can see so far is that there is a blood moon hanging in the heart of the sky in the distance.

Under the blood moon, dense rocks floating like islands.

This place doesn’t look like a sacred place, it’s just a demonic land or an evil cave.

The air was filled with ancient aura, and the rules of heaven and earth were completely different from those of the outside world. Even the most powerful man like Bai Qing'er who despises the world showed a solemn expression.

They sat on the back of the white tiger who buried gold, stepped on the huge rocks and hung in the air islands, and flew towards the area directly under the Blood Moon.

Finally, they stopped on a huge rock hanging island that was more than fifty feet long.

Ji Fanxin found a rusty sword piece on the ground.

On the sword piece, there is a faint flash of supreme inscription pattern. It is very likely that it was once part of a supreme holy weapon.

However, with a light touch, the sword piece turned into soil.

This made the hearts of the three of them heavy.

Zhang Ruochen looked upwards, stared at the scarlet and hideous blood moon, and sensed a familiar aura, which was the same as the blood lake on the top of the huge stone altar.

It makes people feel dangerous, mysterious, and fearful.

"You guys say, what is the connection between that blood moon and the blood lake that traps Jian Island?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The light of the blood moon was sprinkled on Bai Qing'er's white face, and a strange light was dyed. She said, "I think this blood moon is the blood lake."

"What did you say?" Zhang Ruochen was shocked.

He never thought about it in this direction.

Ji Fan said in his heart: "I also have the same feeling, the breath of the two is so similar."

"We are likely to be below the Blood Lake now." Bai Qing'er said.

Zhang Ruochen used the heart of truth to meticulously respond and gradually agreed with their views, which was simply incredible.

The moonlight emitted by the blood moon turned into mist and fell downwards.

Widths of blood mist light, like chains and waterfalls, wrapping up ancient swords.

There are a total of six swords hanging directly under the Blood Moon.

The six swords were not only entangled with blood mist, but also locked by wisps of black mist that surged from the ground. The upper and lower levels of imprisonment force made them only levitate there and unable to fly away.

Each sword is rusty, with countless notches, and is brown.

The most corroded one of the most serious ones, the sword edge has been completely corroded, and the hilt has no outline, like a rust stick.

"Is this a magical artifact?"

Zhang Ruochen's face showed a surprised look. Logically, the magical artifact is made of special materials and protected by god-level inscriptions. It should last forever and be immortal.

However, when I searched all over the world, I could see traces of other vessels.

The Heavenly Way flute in Ji Fanxin's hand made a pleasant sound of flute.

The sound waves aroused ripples in space, rushing towards the six swords entangled by black air and blood mist, awakening their sword spirits.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

...

One after another, brilliant divine light emanated from the sword body of the six swords one after another.

Accompanied by the harsh sound of swords.

The six rotten ancient swords seemed to turn into six suns. The light and the temperature were so strong that Zhang Ruochen, who had a demigod body, felt burning pain, as if he was in a sea of ​​divine fireworks, which looked like standing close to the surface of a star.

Weird sounds came from the six swords.

"Heavenly Dim, why did you wake us up?"

"Second brother, are you stupid? I didn't see it. In addition to the Heavenly Dao Di, there are three other creatures here!"

"Is that so? Let me take a closer look. Hey! It's not a creature in the Origin Temple, it's an outsider."

"Has the altar finally opened, and did the Origin Temple reappear in the world?" An ecstatic voice rang out.

An excited voice sounded from the divine sword that was most corroded: "Big brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, we can finally leave!"

...

Six different voices sounded one after another, all of which were excited and excited.

Zhang Ruochen was moved by it and thought to himself that it was really six divine swords, but how could the six swords hang here? What happened to the six divine swords on the sword island in the center of Blood Lake?

These six divine swords also have the same aura as Pluto's star divine sword.

Moreover, the seven soul swords in Zhang Ruochen's Qi Sea showed throbbing, which was even stronger than when he encountered the six swords on the sword island.

While Zhang Ruochen was pondering, the Heavenly Dao Di had already communicated with the sword spirit of the six divine swords, claiming that he had chosen his master, and at the same time, he hoped that they could also choose Ji Fanxin as the main focus.

After exploring Ji Fanxin, the sword spirit of the Six Swords did not give Tiandao Di any face.

"No, this woman is too weak and not qualified to be our master."

"Brother is right. We are the Divine Swords. If we want to be our masters, we must at least be a sword god."

"The Sword God is the minimum standard, and there is no need to consider the Holy Realm."

"It's fine if the holy realm is, but my attainments in swordsmanship are still so poor. Even if I am trapped here and corrupted, I will never recognize her as the main one."

"Even if she thinks of her, she can't handle me. I'm too heavy!"

...

Ji Fan was not disappointed at all, very calm, and had no hope of being recognized by the Divine Sword.

The words of the six-handled sword sword spirit made Bai Qing'er and Zhang Ruochen, who were already full of confidence, frown.

The minimum standard sword god?

It is indeed not that simple to recognize the master of the artifact.

As the controller of the origin, Bai Qing'er can learn everything at once. Although she has not studied kendao carefully, her attainments in kendao are not low.

She poked out her slender jade arm, released the rules of swordsmanship, and condensed a three-foot long sword in her hand.

"Swish!"

Man's wonderful figure soared up, and the sword energy in the sky followed, dancing with a mysterious set of sword techniques.

The sword follows the heart, the man and the sword are united, and the sword is clear.

She was like a sword fairy, with the exquisite sword moves and the high sword skills that made Zhang Ruochen, who was practicing swordsmanship, amazed.

A sword dance ends, and the wonderful man takes away his sword.

Bai Qing'er was straight, staring proudly at the Six Swords in the distance, and said, "I will be able to break through the realm and become a god in the near future. What do you think of my sword skills? Are you qualified to be your masters?"

"No, no, you have extremely high talent. Once you become a god, your future achievements will be limitless. Unfortunately, your swordsmanship is too poor."

"Yes, I also think she has poor kendo skills and is flashy and has no right to be our master."

"The two brothers said it all make sense. After all, the sword art must be so pure and pure to burst out with the most powerful power. Her sword art is good, but unfortunately her understanding of sword art is too superficial. She has not even practiced the holy will of the sword art. She has nothing to do with her shape and is not a real sword cultivator."

...

The Six Swords, you will say one by one, denying Bai Qing'er's swordsmanship to nothing.

This made Bai Qing'er, who had always been arrogant and did not take the world's cultivators seriously, was very frustrated and snorted: "If you choose your master by your standards, I'm afraid that the sword god will not be able to meet your conditions."

One of the swords said proudly: "To be honest, compared to our former masters, a mere sword god is nothing."

Bai Qing'er said: "How many Yuanhui have you been here? Your former masters have long turned into dust. You have also suffered from the corrosion of blood mist and black gas. If you don't leave, you will probably rust into a pile of iron mud."

The magic sword that was corroded with only a thin iron rod was left, and said sadly: "Brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, she is right. This corrosive power is too terrible. You may be able to hold on to a few more Yuanhui, but I am really about to be corroded!"

"I still have some ancient memory fragments. There were many swords of the supreme holy weapon level floating here, but they were all corroded into iron mud, and their spirits and bodies were destroyed."

"We must choose our master and leave here to stay in the world forever."

The most complete divine sword said sternly: "Don't say such disgusting words, choosing the sword god as the main body has lowered the standards and cannot be reduced."

"Brother is right, the divine sword must have the dignity of the divine sword."

The sword spirit of the Six Swords started talking again.

Zhang Ruochen kept listening to their conversation and learned a lot of useful information, and his inference became much clearer.

So he walked to the edge of the huge rock hanging island, looked at them, and sang: "The Sword Ancestor has fallen! The current era is no longer your era, nor is it the era of swordsmanship."

The debate between the Six Swords stopped.
To be continued...