In the sword tomb, the moonlight was terrible, the clouds were floating, and the rusty ancient swords floated, and ghosts floated above the mottled ancient swords. They looked at me together, showing a look of awe. All the ghosts from the first to the sixth level were defeated by my subordinates. My breath had already shocked them spiritually.

Until I entered the seventh floor, the yin wind blew over my face. The strong murderous intent and the yin spirit aura were simply suffocating. In the huge space of the seventh floor, there were skeletons, and the ancient sword was quietly lying on the desolate land that had not been there for a long time. Even my senior sister Lin Muzhao had never been to the seventh floor, but I came early.

"Swish~~~"

On an ancient sword covered with dust, white light rose quietly and turned into an old Dharma image. It was an old man holding a thin sword that was rotating with light in his hand, with white hair and white eyebrows, and a fairy-like atmosphere. His eyes stared at me tightly, and there were wisps of transcendent holy fire surging in his eyes. This was an ancient sword cultivator who ignited the fire of the holy ruins during his lifetime!

However, I couldn't feel the sharpness of that kind of sword saint, which means that he was just a saint who practiced sword saint, but he did not trigger the ninth level of sword saint thunder tribulation when he passed the tribulation, so even though he became a saint, he was not a sword saint in the end.

However, opponents of this level have accumulated and understood a large number of swordsman rules over the past tens of millions of years. They are probably not as strong as those of this generation of swordsmanship. They are very terrifying.

"Boy, who are you?" he asked lightly.

"Chief of Bailu Palace, Bu Yixuan."

"Ha, Chief of Bailu Palace?" He smiled and said, "I didn't expect that after many years, the first young monk to break into the seventh floor of the sword tomb was not a saint, but a young monk. So, has the Bailu Academy finally changed its habits and no longer the atmosphere of yin and yang decline?"

I frowned: "Senior, please don't humiliate my master. I have something to ask me, the legendary ghosts on the seventh floor of the sword tomb are all powerful people from the extreme level of semi-saints. Why has the senior actually ignited the fire of the holy ruins? Is it an anomaly?"

"Obnormal?"

The old man's eyes were shining brightly, and he laughed: "Little guy, it's not an anomaly, but the entire seventh level is like this. All the ghosts can practice again, or even break through again!"

"Um?"

I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. In the sword tomb Heaven Prison, the reason why many ancient and even ancient sword cultivators were suppressed was because their strength was at the state of their lifetime and could not break through. If they could practice and break through as the old man said, then the sword tomb Heaven Prison would sooner or later not be able to suppress these violent and cruel sinister spirits!

He directly opened the sword-do divine eyes and swept through the surrounding chaotic clouds. Sure enough, he discovered that there were wisps of dark golden order chains flowing in the space. Although it seemed ordinary, the time and space rules here were actually destroyed. The ghosts were originally suppressed in the flow of time, like a small boat, and they could do nothing about it. But now, the time rules have been destroyed, so that the curve of the flow of time has changed. This is probably the reason why these ghosts can actually start to break through the realm again?

"Things are not good..."

My heart was filled with coldness. It must be the Divine Moon Ruler. Master and the Empress Tianxin sealed the Divine Moon Ruler on the ninth floor of the Sword Tomb. Originally, it was to make this peerless treasure seal forever, but I didn't expect that the power of the Divine Moon Ruler could reach this point and actually affect the order rules in the Sword Tomb, so that the seventh floor of the Yin Spirit near the Ninth floor had changed and even broke through the realm. What's so great?

These ghosts can break through the realm again, and perhaps they can reshape their swordsmanship and become a sword saint. A sword saint who has been suppressed in the sword tomb for tens of thousands of years will be reborn? I am afraid that even the upper saints in the upper realm may not be able to suppress it, right?

When I think of this, my heart feels even more chilling. I must know this matter.

But just when I contacted Master with my mind, I found that the seventh floor space was completely isolated from the outside world, and all spatial connections were cut off. Even the life marks in the voice transmission bracelet no longer shine, and I could no longer sense people from the outside world.

"Swish swish swish swish swish~~~~~~"

In front, one proudly rose into the air, with young ghosts holding long swords, and some old sword masters, each with pale faces and surging the holy Taoist Qi realm. All the ghosts were awakened with the cultivation of the holy realm, and all the realm were lit with the holy ruins fire, so that the entire seventh level was filled with the majestic sword intent.

"rustle!"

The old man holding the sword moved horizontally to block the entrance to the seventh floor to the sixth floor, his eyes were cold, and he smiled and said, "Little guy, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Since we are here, do you still want to leave?"

"You want to rebel?"

My heart was clear, and the holy energy in my body was rolling out. A sword pillar rose into the sky, and directly sacrificed the shadows of three sword souls. Beichen Feng, Yue Yuan, and Bai Shura were like the gods standing behind me, blessing my sword path with a very terrifying power, which was beyond the reach of ordinary sword cultivators.

"Rebellion?" The old man holding the sword smiled slightly: "The leaders of Bailu Academy have suppressed us here in the past dynasties. Even sucking a ray of moonlight is a luxury. Are we not qualified to resist? Since Bailu Academy is unkind, don't blame us for being unrighteous. You are the chief of the Holy Palace. Today I will take your blood to sacrifice the flag first!"

I took a deep breath: "Do you think you can sweep the disciples of Bailu Academy by breaking through to reach the holy realm?"

"Hahaha, isn't it?"

In the distance, a murderous sword cultivator said, his eyes were withered, and two evil lights shot out from his eye sockets, looking very violent, and the sword in his hand danced, wishing to wipe out everything.

"Yes, kill him!" a middle-aged ghost shouted in a low voice.

"Use his head to worship our spirits!"

"Don't say so much, everyone in Bailu Academy deserves to die, they are not good birds!"

"Yes, kill him first, then find an opportunity to break the shackles of the sword tomb Tianzhu, rush out, slaughter all the despicable villains of Bailu Academy, Tianfeng Academy, and we and the deceased can also disrupt the upper realm!"

A group of sword cultivators all seemed irritable, and some people's Dharma appearance began to be distorted due to anger. The entire seventh level was full of perverse and violent aura, and the sword intent flowed, which was extremely disordered.

This is a total riot!

I felt cold in my heart, my eyes swept towards everyone, raised my hand and grabbed it in the air, and the golden light in my palm flashed into a long sword, which was the fairy bone sword. With a low roar, I activated the true dragon technique in my body, and my whole body began to cover a layer of dragon armor. A wisp of true dragon aura lingered around my body. The aura of the whole person instantly became extremely transcendent. My eyes swept through many ghosts and said, "Come on, since you are looking for death, I'll send you to hell one by one!"

"Arrogant!"

"Bah, a mere academy chief is so rampant. Even if your master comes, you won't dare to do this!"

"If you kill him, who will kill this brat and crush him to ashes, you can vent my hatred in my heart!"

A group of ghosts became completely irritable, but I also noticed that although they were angry, they did not seem to have the urge to rush forward to remove me. They should have been restricted by some mysterious rule. Even if their realm has improved, they still dare not siege the challenger without permission, otherwise they will be severely punished.

I looked carefully. In the clouds in the distance, there were wisps of golden sacred rules and rhythm. The breath was very familiar. It was a transcendent stone sword between the sixth and seventh floors. The stone sword was in the center of the sword tomb. Only a sword blade could be seen. Under the stone skin blade, wisps of sacred inscriptions burst out light. It was this god-suppressing sword that suppressed the entire sword tomb.

That's right, this God-Suppressing Sword is the maker of the rules for the Sword Tomb Heavenly Prison. As long as it is still there, a group of ghosts will never do anything. Even the ghosts who are comparable to the title of the Sword Saint of the Ninth Level are staying honestly. What can these seventh Level Yin spirits do?

After seeing through everything, I couldn't help but smile. So that's it. Although the sword cultivators had the ability to "rebel", they dared not openly challenge the God-Suppressing Sword, otherwise they would immediately have a scattered end. Not to mention the Yin Spirit, even the ancient sword they were boarding would probably be suppressed by the God-Suppressing Sword.

Come one by one, and there may be a glimmer of hope to walk out of the seventh floor of the sword tomb alive!

...

As soon as the Immortal Bone Sword rose, I pointed straight at one of the many ghosts, a middle-aged sword cultivator's soul, and said, "Come on, I will challenge you first and see how capable you, a saint, are, and dare to rebel on the seventh level!"

"Hmph, I will let you know that it's amazing!"

The middle-aged ghost snorted coldly, and a broad sword in his hand raised. Suddenly, the high-level aura of the sword heart was integrated and the sword heart surged. Although his sword art level was not as high as mine, the rules were quite profound and complete, so that my sword heart could not help but tremble.

"die!"

The broad sword swept across, wrapped in a wisp of death rules and sword art, as if countless unjust souls were surrounded by it, which made people frightened. This sword seemed to be understatement, but it was extremely powerful. If you were not careful, you might be swallowed by the death rules.

The rules of death are rarely practiced in the upper realm. Even if they are practiced, they are some evil sects. For example, the Immortal Pavilion, the Immortal Art itself contains an extremely strong artistic conception of the rules of death. There is nothing immortal in the world. What can immortality is nothing but being in death.

The Immortal Bone Sword faced the battle, and strands of golden words flew out of my body and turned into a sea of ​​words. The Confucian and Taoist qi could not be strong. When the continuous burst of qi burst out from the Immortal Bone Sword, countless rules formed the word "shock" in the air, which was the first sword of the Confucian and Taoist 9 Swords!

"Peng~~~"

What I didn't expect was that under the sword of the Death Rule, my Confucian and Taoist Sword Art was suppressed, and the word "Shock" was directly smashed, and the middle-aged Yin Spirit Power also trembled slightly, and the long sword flew away dozens of feet.
Chapter completed!