I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 153 The Immortal Soul Mutation
In the Burial Sword Villa, the blindfolded man stood on a huge sand table, the scenery in it was almost the same as the sword mound, it was just a shrunken sword mound.

Whenever he swipe his fingers to a certain place, the situation of that place can be quickly revealed, and even the hairs of the practitioner can be seen.

Seeing Ye Feixian walking forward quietly like most practitioners, the blindfolded man nodded slightly, and immediately looked at the young man in sackcloth beside him: "Have you found out the origin of this son?"

"Ye Feixian, a disciple of the inner sect of the Divine Firmament Sect, should be at the peak of the Innate Four Realms at present, and is completing the task of traveling in the sect for a year."

"The woman next to him is Nan Xizhi, an inner disciple of the Qiongyu Sect."

"Because of a bet between the two, Nan Xizhi was allowed to travel with Ye Feixian for a year. Before they came to my Burial Sword Villa, they had been to Qingfeng Valley. It seems that they have a close relationship with Tu Sheng."

"After they left, Qingfeng Valley was besieged by disciples of Tianji Sect!"

"Is this caused by the two of them?"

Hearing this kind of question, the young man in linen shook his head and said, "Qingfeng Valley and Tianji Sect have always had conflicts. Long before Ye Feixian arrived, Tianji Sect sent disciples."

"Speaking of which, if the two of them hadn't walked so fast, I'm afraid they would have been involved in this turmoil as well."

Hearing this, the blindfolded man was silent for a moment, and then said: "It seems that these things are purely accidental."

"Since Ye Feixian is a disciple of the Divine Firmament Sect, it is really surprising."

"Qing'er, I would like to trouble you to continue to investigate the news these few days. If there are abnormal things happening wherever the other party goes, you should report it immediately."

"I don't want the Burial Sword Villa to be destroyed in my hands."

"Yes!"

……

Inside the Sword Tomb.

Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi passed by a place where chaotic swords were buried, and a large number of corpses were piled up nearby. Due to the erosion of the years, many people's bones had been weathered and would shatter when touched.

These corpses were all surrounded by an ordinary-looking silver-white sword. Before they died, they moved forward to touch it with both hands, obviously aiming at this silver-white sword, but none of them succeeded.

This place is still within the range explored by the predecessors, therefore, some curious people came forward, and seeing that nothing unusual happened, they got closer.

At this time, a practitioner grasped the hilt of the silver-white sword, and a burst of pride burst out in his heart.

At the same time, the nearby swords trembled violently, as if they wanted to pay homage to this person.

"Hahaha, this old man is very lucky, such magical weapons should not be dusted."

"Fight with the old man!"

At this time, the cultivator completely forgot about the corpses around the silver and white sword. He just wanted to do a big job and take away all the treasures inside.

Ye Feixian, however, pulled Nan Xi Zhichao aside at such a critical moment.

It is not uncommon for the divine sword to bite the master. If this sword can be subdued by him, there may be a peerless sword repairer in the future.

The two who were far away from this place didn't know that after they left, this person went on a killing spree, killing all the practitioners who wanted to get their hands on these treasures.

The passage of time was hardly noticeable in the sword mound. The two stopped and walked. Although they saw some high-quality swords, they did not take them away.

They really don't care about such things.

Suddenly, a large forest of steles appeared in front of them, and a sword hung upside down on each stele. The words engraved on the steles have become very blurred due to the passage of time.

Ye Feixian got closer and stared at it for a long time, but still couldn't recognize it, so he had to stop and go in it.

"Many predecessors should be buried here, and they will sleep with the sword forever."

"It's a pity, if these precious swords are placed outside, they will definitely be a good fighting force, but they can only be dusted here."

Nan Xi Zhixin felt something, whispered a few words to herself, and then looked at each stone tablet seriously, as if she was looking for something.

Seeing that there wasn't much danger here, Ye Feixian let her go.

Time passed little by little, and not long after the two arrived here, more practitioners came.

Seeing that there were a lot of precious swords here, they immediately plunged in like wolves into a flock of sheep.

Just in the next moment, each of the swords hanging above the stele suddenly trembled, and they flew into the air, spinning at extremely high speed, forming a series of whirlpools.

The monks who almost grabbed the sword felt remorseful and could only look up.

These whirling swords stopped for a moment, but suddenly stopped still, and immediately there were bursts of sword energy, which made everyone's expression change instantly.

hum-

In an instant, a massive amount of sword energy rushed towards the practitioners below, killing dozens of people in just an instant, and the rest of them hid in a relatively safe place and did not dare to move.

But at this moment, the immortal soul carried by Ye Feixian's waist trembled.

Just when its owner noticed it, it suddenly flew into the air, causing the Sifang sword to retreat instantly.

Like a king, the immortal soul is high above, making all the swords dare not move rashly.

Suddenly, the immortal soul uttered a crisp sword sound, and the Sifang sword seemed to have received some kind of order, forming a long river of swords behind it, rushing to the depths of the sword mound.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feixian was slightly surprised for a moment, and then quickly followed.

"This guy is playing tricks!"

After recovering, all the practitioners chased Ye Feixian away.

They only felt that if Ye Feixian hadn't been a hindrance, these precious swords would have been in their pockets, but now that they were all taken away by that weird magic weapon, they naturally poured their anger on Ye Feixian.

Sensing the movement behind him, Ye Feixian just gave a forced smile a few times, and then ignored it.

In the depths of the sword mound, a sword hilt with a height of more than ten feet is inserted straight into the ground, and its surroundings are like a tomb, with countless swords inserted in it messily, but there is no light on it.

After the immortal soul came here, it suddenly landed on the hilt of the sword, and wisps of magical aura escaped from the hilt, and all of them merged into the embrace of the immortal soul.

After staring at it for a long time, Ye Feixian was not in a hurry.

Seeing that the practitioner behind him was unclear, he dragged Nan Xizhi to the rear and waited in the dark.

"What about people?"

"His sword is here, and it must be not far away, look for it!"

"It's unacceptable for such a divine weapon to be mastered by a brat."

"Yeah, I should take it over and exert its greater power."

The voices of discussion erupted from the mouths of the practitioners, and they searched around with righteous indignation, but they never saw Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi.

At this moment, Ye Feixian was pulling Nan Xizhi along a passage leading to the interior of the tomb.

After he walked around here, he suddenly found a rusty iron door, which immediately turned into dust with just a slight touch.

The two saw that there were a large number of broken swords wherever they passed along the way, and there were many remains of monks among them, so they already understood what happened here...

(End of this chapter)