Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 187 The Sword Hidden in the Furnace
At this moment, the Sword Qi Forest seemed to have turned into a purgatory on earth, with countless cultivators buried in it. Blood splattered on the green bamboo, dyeing the green a bright red. It looked extremely unreal, as if the bamboo had inexplicably bloomed flowers.

In a moment, the needle became as thin as a hair, and its speed was incredibly fast and unpredictable.

Senior Brother Chen commanded thousands of swords, his defense was impenetrable, and his attack was overwhelming, as if he wanted to pierce Eunuch Hai into a sieve.

Originally, the two were evenly matched, and for a while neither could do anything to the other.

But there were always some monks who were willing to take the opportunity to grab the sword, and then they were killed by the Xuyou needle. The bloody net gradually took shape, and the terrifying aura continued to rise.

This magical power is called "Ten Thousand Souls Blood Sacrifice Net". When it is used, a large number of souls need to be sacrificed. It is extremely evil!

Senior Brother Chen knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would undoubtedly lose. Xuyouzhen was killing people while weaving his net. When he and Eunuch Hai were both injured, it would be the perfect time to use the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Sacrifice Net.

It can be seen that Eunuch Hai is like a fisherman casting a net to catch fish. In the end, this net will not only kill himself, but also sweep away all the swords in Jianqi Lin.

He actually wanted to eat such a large amount of treasures in one bite. He really has a big appetite.

Senior Brother Chen took the time to look in the direction of the Sword Fighting Cave. The owner Zhu Yong was not there. He could only vaguely see a few figures fighting in the sky, almost tearing the sky apart.

He thought to himself, since the owner of the manor has not come out yet, he must buy him some time even at the risk of his life.

It's just a pity for these ownerless swords.

Once upon a time, each of these swords was a renowned treasure that dominated the world of cultivation. Later, when they lost their owners, they were stored in the Sword Qi Forest by the villa. Originally, it was thought that these swords would be kept company, not alone, but unfortunately, they had met with such a disaster today.

Well, we must not let them fall into the hands of the wrong people at all costs, otherwise who knows how much blood and gore will be unleashed on the world.

As soon as he thought of this, Senior Brother Chen became connected with the many precious swords. As his mind moved, mottled marks began to appear on the blades of tens of thousands of famous swords!

A gentleman will die for his friend, and so will a sword.

They were all broken into pieces, but they barely maintained their original shape thanks to the support of Senior Brother Chen's spiritual power.

Eunuch Hai roared, "Are you crazy?!"

Senior Brother Chen said nothing, and dispersed his own avenue into each sword. Then, with a wave of his sword finger, the endless swords instantly turned into a torrential rain.

"Madman! You are a madman!" Eunuch Hai was locked in by the aura. Faced with this move that he had nowhere to hide from, he could only roar angrily, and then wrapped the hateful swordsman who had no power to resist with the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Sacrifice Net.

Senior Brother Chen looked at his opponent with contempt, let out a long roar, and then his body turned into countless streams of light.

Although he is dead, the rain of swords has just fallen!

It was a heavy rain without any thunder, and the entire sword forest was enveloped in it.

Those monks each used their own means to save their lives, but the sword rain was indestructible and could not be stopped at all. In the end, they were pierced through the body and nailed to the spot, unable to move.

Even Eunuch Hai, who was at the Hedao realm, was helpless against this move. The rain of swords locked onto not only the body and soul, but also the Dao.

This is a rain that can extinguish the avenue!
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If the life-and-death battle between Dai Wang and the nameless swordsman was the pinnacle of "strength", then the Ten Thousand Burial Swords Technique displayed by Senior Brother Chen had reached the limit of "skill".

Yun Yi only saw a small part of the sword rain from afar, and he felt extremely depressed and almost couldn't breathe.

The sound of the swords breaking was like crying and sobbing, which was heartbreaking.

Wang Shenlai lost two close friends in succession and was devastated. The light in his eyes gradually disappeared and he became disheartened.

The doubts in his heart grew heavier.

Swords are dangerous weapons, so is the Sword Forging Villa, where swords are forged, also a place of great danger? Are the people here doomed to live in misery and eventually die a violent death?

Yun Yi gently reminded: "It's important to find the owner of the manor."

Wang Shenlai finally came to his senses and gritted his teeth, saying, "There's no trace of him in Zongheng Tower. The Sword Cave is just a decoy. He shouldn't be in the Sword Qi Forest either..."

After much thought, the two looked at each other and suddenly said the same place: "Sword Furnace."

The sword furnace serves as the "sword storage" place of the Sword Casting Villa. It burns a flame that never goes out all year round to incinerate defective products, and then collects the waste for other uses.

Since it has been hidden under the villa, it is a natural hiding place.

Thinking of this, Yun Yi looked towards the abyss left by the sword energy, and saw that there was indeed red slurry rolling below, and hot air was constantly emerging.

Wang Shenlai was so angry that he jumped into the abyss in desperation.

Yun Yi sighed and could only follow closely on his sword.

Just as the two were about to fall into the steaming gold and iron slurry, Yun Yi raised Fang Yuan and stopped it just on the "water surface". Then he looked in the direction of the flowing slurry and found a cave entrance.

Without the God King's urging, Yun Yi hurried over there. This place was extremely hot, and even Fang Yuan couldn't withstand it for long.

"Go straight ahead and break through the mountain at the end!" Wang Shenlai was very familiar with the Sword Casting Villa. He immediately identified where the two were and began to give instructions.

Yun Yi did as he was told. Fortunately, there were no restrictions where the sword furnace was hidden, so the mountain could be easily broken. Then the two of them crashed into an open area.

This is already the underground of the villa. There are countless broken swords in a large cauldron. An unknown flame is burning under the cauldron, melting all the broken swords and then draining them into the pool through the passage.

However, there was a hole in the corner of the pool, which was where Dai Wang and the nameless swordsman accidentally injured him, so a large amount of liquid flowed out from that side, like boiling magma.

It was thanks to this small hole that Yun Yi and Wang Shen were able to find this place.

However, there was no one at the sword furnace, and no sounds of fighting could be heard from the outside world. There were only sporadic "gurgling" sounds, like bubbles bursting.

Other than that, it was incredibly quiet.

Yun Yi asked doubtfully, "Isn't it here?"

Wang Shenlai looked at the huge tripod that was thirty-three feet high and weighed ten thousand tons.

Yun Yi: "You don't mean to say... the owner of the manor is hiding in there?"

The two of them flew to the mouth of the giant cauldron, stood at the corner, and looked at the red-gold waves rolling inside.

Wang Shenlai said: "I can't think of any place more suitable for forging swords than here."

The cauldron was filled with melted sword slurry, with red and gold colors intertwined and entangled. Occasionally, a few bubbles would appear, and the heat was unbearable.

Yun Yi really couldn't understand. Even if the owner of the manor, Zhu Yong, had reached the late stage of the Hedao realm, how could he forge a magic sword in such a harsh environment?

But then he thought again, the most unlikely place might also be the most likely place.

The nameless fire beneath the cauldron was powerful enough to refine most swords in the world, and even Fang Yuan would find it difficult to withstand the heat. If there truly was a divine sword that had survived the incineration of the sword furnace for years without damage, and had absorbed the essence of so many broken swords...

What would it look like?

(End of this chapter)