The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 292: Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, Xiantian Sword Immortal
"We've arrived at Jiange!"

Above the clouds, Qingluan was hovering in the air, so tired that it stuck out its tongue.

It has been flying for three days and three nights, carrying four people. It has tried its best. Although it always complains about Zhang Jiuyang exploiting it, it will not be lazy in performing its duties.

"arrive?"

Yue Ling looked around and saw that this was just an ordinary sea area, no different from what he had seen along the way.

If there is any difference, it is that the spiritual energy here is slightly more abundant, but it is not exaggerated. It does not feel like a paradise at all.

There isn't even an island around.

Could it be some sophisticated formation?
Yue Ling opened the golden vertical pupil between his eyebrows, emitting golden light, but did not find any traces of formations.

She glanced at Zhang Jiuyang and found that he was also looking around with his divine eyes and shook his head slightly at her.

This made Yue Ling even more surprised. Even Zhang Jiuyang's divine eye couldn't see the trick?
But she knew that although Zhang Jiuyang's cultivation was not as good as hers, the flaming eye between his eyebrows was even more magical than her golden pupil.

If even he couldn't see it, then it's no wonder that the Imperial Observatory has been secretly investigating the whereabouts of Jiange for so many years but to no avail.

Pei Qianhuo smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Brother Zhang, it seems there are things you don't understand."

Zhang Jiuyang didn't say anything, but just closed his eyes and felt it silently. Soon, he had an idea and looked towards the sea in the southeast.

"Is that there?"

The smile on Pei Qianhuo's face suddenly froze.

"Brother Zhang, how did you find it? Under the Tongtian Sword Formation, unless someone is a great power in the seventh realm, it is impossible to detect the whereabouts of our Sword Pavilion."

"As long as it is a sword, it has sword intent."

"Although my heavenly eyes cannot see it, there is a very terrifying sword aura in that place. I think, since it is the Sword Pavilion, there must be a few legendary swords handed down from generation to generation."

"How many?"

Pei Qianhuo laughed loudly and said, "Brother Zhang, just watch carefully. You may never see the next scene again."

As he spoke, he whistled, and a golden rainbow sword ball flew out of his mouth and shot into the sea in the southeast direction, just like a key inserted into a lock.

Then, a magical scene happened.

The sea water was suddenly split into two, and sword energy like a flood wave rushed into the sky, and the surrounding void was torn apart by the sword energy.

What was torn apart was not only the void, but also the rules between heaven and earth.

Qingluan suddenly screamed and fell into the water. It found that it seemed to have forgotten how to fly. No matter how it flapped its wings, it could not fly at all.

Zhang Jiuyang was also greatly surprised, because his Thirteen Forms Escape and Sword Escape Techniques seemed to have lost their effectiveness at this moment, and his body fell from the air.

It was as if the universe, the sun and the moon were all turned upside down, and there was turmoil between heaven and earth, making all magical powers ineffective.

A hand grasped him.

Yue Ling stepped on the golden flames, the golden crown that tied her hair shattered, her three thousand black hair danced wildly, and there seemed to be thunder and flames burning in her pupils.

She is the only one who can hold on in this collapsing world, as if she has really become a jade pillar supporting the sky and a golden beam bridging the sea.

But there was also a trace of pain on her face, and it was obvious that she was not at ease.

Er Pei had already entered the sea and transmitted his voice: "Don't worry, just enter the sea."

Yue Ling did not put away her magic power immediately, but observed the surroundings calmly. After confirming that there was no danger, she held Zhang Jiuyang's hand, and the two fell into the sea together.

In an instant, the sword energy dissipated and everything returned to calm.

……

When Zhang Jiuyang dived into the water to retrieve Yunniang's body, he held a water-repellent bead in his mouth, yet he managed to escape death, almost suffocating underwater.

But with his current level of cultivation, he no longer needs the water-avoiding beads, and he doesn't even need to recite the water-avoiding formula anymore. The Pure Yang Golden Elixir circulates in his body to form an inner circulation, and his true Qi is endless, so he can be fine even if he stays underwater for several days and nights.

He felt a force dragging him down, and the surroundings became darker and darker, as if all the light was swallowed up. Even when he opened his third eye, his vision was greatly limited.

But he was very calm in his heart, and he and Yue Ling held hands and fell down together.

He didn't know how long he had been falling. It seemed that even time was affected to some extent here. He felt that light began to appear around him again.

When his body sank to a certain critical point, his eyes suddenly lit up, a bright light, and even more miraculous was...

He surfaced.

Yes, after sinking to the bottom of the sea for a long time, he suddenly floated to the surface, breathed fresh air again, and saw the golden sunshine.

It's like being transported to another world.

Zhang Jiuyang's sight was instantly attracted by something in the distance. His pupils trembled, and he looked at the shocking scene, unable to calm down for a long time.

Even Yue Ling was slightly dazed.

It was a mountain, but its towering body was covered with swords. From a distance, it looked like a sword mountain formed by swords.

Each sword is a well-deserved divine sword handed down from generation to generation. Although they are inserted into the mountain, the sword energy emitted by them is astonishingly powerful.

The colorful sword beams rushed up, dyeing half of the sky with rainbow light, like a dream.

Unexpectedly, every sword there was as good as Er Pei's Shao Guang and Jin Hong. Zhang Jiuyang even felt that many swords were even better than Zhan Xie.

The golden rainbow flew over and was swallowed by Pei Qianhuo.

He smiled proudly and said, "Welcome to the Sword Pavilion. That is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion of all generations would leave their beloved swords in this mountain before entering Penglai. Over time, it became a mountain of swords."

After a pause, he sighed again.

"I don't know where my golden rainbow will be inserted in the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb in the future. I hope it can go over the middle of the mountain."

Only the strongest sword is worthy of being planted on the top of a mountain.

Zhang Jiuyang's sight followed the mountain to the top. He really wanted to know which sword could surpass so many peerless swords and stand at the top, overlooking all the swords.

You know, every sword on Jianshan was once the beloved possession of a disciple of Jian Pavilion.

Among them there are even swords worn by mighty ones in the sixth or even seventh realm, but without exception, they all stop before the top of the mountain, with the sword at the top being the most respected.

The higher he looked, the more Zhang Jiuyang's eyes hurt. When he saw the sword at the top, even his third eye seemed to be pricked by a needle and he closed it subconsciously.

However, this quick glance allowed him to see the true face of Mount Lu.

It was a dark, almost petrified magic sword covered with moss. The sword was several feet tall and was wrapped in thick chains.

It was as if it was not a sword, but a ferocious beast imprisoned in a cage.

The chain was covered with rust and indelible bloodstains. Even after thousands of years, Zhang Jiuyang could still feel a hint of fierceness in the bloodstains.

The blood seemed to have the immortal property of rebirth, but it had no effect when it fell on the sword, and the magical power was broken by the sword's intent.

It indicates that a powerful person at least in the eighth realm had fallen under this sword.

"How about that sword? It's majestic, isn't it?" Pei Qianhuo said with emotion: "The name of this sword is even more powerful, it's called Zhu Xian!"

Hearing this familiar name, Zhang Jiuyang was shocked, but then shook his head. The Zhuxian Sword was the name in the Romance of the Gods. It was a magic sword of one of the Three Pure Ones. If it really existed in this world, killing a Nineth Realm cultivator would probably be as easy as killing a chicken, let alone a Master of the Eighth Realm.

"It is said that this sword once killed a real immortal. I don't know if it's true or not, but that's what the old man said."

Yue Ling was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Zhu Xian... Could its owner be the founder of Jian Ge, the Xiantian Sword Immortal who fought with Gui Gu Xianshi for thousands of rounds and was finally defeated in three moves?"

Pei Qingchi nodded and said, "Yes, it is the founder of our sect, the Xiantian Sword Immortal Bai Yunsheng."

When she mentioned this name, a hint of reverence appeared in her eyes.

He was the person who was closest to becoming an immortal in the history of Jiange. It was said that he was a congenital sword embryo. He started learning sword at the age of six, and was famous for his swordsmanship at the age of eight. At the age of nine, he gained enlightenment by observing the swordsmanship of hundreds of schools and became a master.

At that time, there was no one in the world who could teach him swordsmanship, so he learned from the heaven and earth, taking the mountains, rivers, plants, sun, moon and rivers as his teachers. It took him six years, and one day he suddenly realized and created the secret art of Jianwan, thus laying the foundation for Jiange for thousands of years.

Later, he pushed the secret art of the sword pill to the pinnacle of the supreme realm. He had almost no rivals in the eight realms. He traveled across the world throughout his life, fought in more than ten thousand battles, and except for the Immortal Master Guiguzi, he never lost a single battle.

The Sword Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are so many sword geniuses, but they are just following the path he has opened up, and no one can reach his level.

But unfortunately, even that innate sword immortal eventually fell, and he tasted the second defeat in his life: longevity.

Naming the sword "Zhu Xian" is probably a kind of reluctance.

He is not only the 'immortal' who killed the Immortal Master Guigu, but also the 'immortal' who killed the immortals in the sky.

The two Peis bowed to the sword mountain from a distance, and Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling also saluted.

He actually had great respect for these predecessors. The reason why these people left their magic swords behind before their death was simply to protect their disciples.

Once Jiange is in trouble, this Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords will be the enemy's grave.

Even Yue Ling felt a tremendous pressure when facing the sword tomb. Her intuition told her that if she forced her way in, she would surely die here!
"Is Penglai nearby?"

Zhang Jiuyang withdrew his gaze from the Zhuxian Sword and asked.

"Yes, but Penglai Fairy Island is very special. Its location is not fixed, but will change randomly in this world. If you want to find the fairy island, besides relying on luck, the most reliable way is to use the magic array of my Sword Pavilion."

"follow me!"

Er Pei led them to the island and entered Jiange.

To Zhang Jiuyang’s surprise, although Jiange was a top sect with a history of thousands of years, it was unexpectedly... poor?
The island's mountain gate is dilapidated, the houses are simple, and there are abandoned farmlands.

Apart from the Sword Mountain, there are almost no other prominent places. In terms of grandeur, it is far inferior to the Wanfu Tower.

"If I remember correctly... it should be this magic circle."

Pei Qianhuo searched everywhere and finally found a dry well full of cobwebs. There were clothes hanging next to it and various sundries piled up.

A gentle blow will send dust everywhere.

It was pitch black in the well, seemingly bottomless.

"Here it is, jump in."

Pei Qianhuo jumped into the well without hesitation. Pei Qingchi looked back at Zhang Jiuyang and suddenly said, "Brother Zhang, no matter what the master says later, you must stay calm and it's best not to fight."

"Otherwise, Master... might really kill you."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said, "Don't worry, I understand."

But she was still a little worried, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, "Master has a very strange temper. Brother Zhang, if Master insists on killing you, just say..."

She glanced at Yue Ling and whispered, "Just tell me that I like you. I believe Master will hold back."

"Sister Yue..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Yue Ling.

"It's just a stopgap measure. Don't worry, we are the children of the Jianghu, so we don't have to be so particular about small matters."

Pei Qingchi then breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and jumped into the well.

Zhang Jiuyang was about to jump down when he heard Yue Ling say something nonchalantly.

"This little girl seems to be quite concerned about you."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if a thorn was on his back, and his scalp was numb.

"No, she is just a little girl. No matter what I do, I will never—"

"Why are you nervous?"

"Let's go. I'll jump first and help you explore the way."

Yue Ling glanced at him, smiled faintly, and then jumped into the well.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled bitterly. It’s already this time and you’re still making fun of me.

He immediately jumped into the well and suddenly had the same feeling as before when he was sinking into the sea. The space around him seemed to have undergone some changes, and the dark well seemed to have no end.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a light in front of him and realized he had arrived somewhere.

"How dare you! Who told you to bring outsiders here?"

"What nonsense!"

"Good fellow, or two of them?"

Before he could react, an angry roar sounded, like thunder, and the powerful magic power made his mind slightly confused.

Then he saw an old man in ragged clothes.

The old man had untied white hair and a vigorous face. He sat barefoot on the ground, cursing angrily while gnawing on the roasted meat in his hand.

You can smell the rich meaty aroma from a long distance away.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were fixed on the white bones on the ground. They looked like the spine of a snake. They were extremely long, with broken bones everywhere.

In an instant, his heart was shocked, and his pupils turned red with anger.

"Have you ever seen a white dragon?"

He asked word by word.

"White Dragon? Of course I have seen it."

"Where is she?"

The old man glanced at Zhang Jiuyang, sneered, spat out a bone, and raised the greasy barbecue in his hand.

"Dead, in my stomach."

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(End of this chapter)