Chapter 457 (1/2)

Zhou Yang's face showed a faint smile when he felt countless sharp swords shooting in the air. It seemed that the soul of the sword was calling for his last glory.

”If I don't show up, I'm afraid you're going to fight. At that time, not to mention the flying immortal sect, the ancient swords lived in the land of ten thousand li. I'm afraid you can't bear your terrible sword spirit.”

Seems to be able to communicate with the whole sword tomb, Zhou Yang's face is full of smile, leisurely said.

When Zhou Yang finished, the whole sword tomb fell into a short silence, and then a terrible and indescribable sword Qi spread out, directly cutting the void into pieces, like noodles, which could not be healed.

”I know you are not willing to be buried here, but now is not the time for you to do it. Feixian sect is just a fish. I promise you that it won't be long before you will have a chance to bloom.”

Zhou Yang can feel the mood of countless swords in the sword grave. All the swords buried here are peerless swords, and the people who made them are unique in the world.

But at the moment, these frightening swords are buried here. It's like a great Xia can't enter the river. This kind of pain is terrible!

Feeling the agitation of Jianzhong, Zhou Yang smiles and walks towards the hillside.

Swords can be seen everywhere in the tomb. Some of them have been covered by dust, some of them have been broken and become dark, but more of them are still emitting fierce cold light, which seems to tell everyone that they are still alive

Sharp, still can kill

However, it's not easy to get the approval of the sword here, otherwise Wangu sword sect would have dominated the whole Feixian region for a long time.

Just imagine, no one in the whole eternal sword sect has a peerless sword in his hand. Who else in Feixian kingdom can compete with it?

Along the way, Zhou Yang came to a delicate sword. He stopped and looked at the thin sword in front of him.

”I need a swordsman. Would you like to come with me?”

Zhou Yang even talks to a thin sword. If others see him, they will treat him as a madman.

Hum!

Strangely, Zhou Yang had just finished his words, but there was a burst of bright light on the thin sword, which was mixed with purple sword Qi, and it was extremely fierce.

Seeing this, Zhou Yang smiles and points to the fine sword. A wisp of Hongmeng's Qi enters into the fine sword.

As Hongmeng's spirit was instilled into the thin sword, I saw a light beam from the thin sword. The next second, the thin sword was covered with a dazzling light.

After a long time, the light dissipated. A beautiful woman in purple stood there with a purple sword. Now she was looking at Zhou Yang with her big eyes.

”Your name is Zixiao?”

Looking at the woman, Zhou Yang asked.

”Yes, my Lord.”

The woman called Zixiao nodded and made a sweet voice.

”In the future, you can follow me and be a sword servant. It's not in vain for your name of Zixiao magic sword.”

Looking at Zixiao, Zhou Yang said softly. It used to be a sharp sword that could kill gods and Buddhas. However, it was broken because of a great change many years ago, and now it has become a sword of unknown origin.

When Zhou Yang found this Zixiao, it was on the verge of fragmentation. Later, Zhou Yang transferred it to the sword tomb, and it took millions of years to recover.

”Follow me, you will bloom again belong to Zixiao light.”

Zhou Yang's voice was sonorous and firm.

Like those dead souls, this Zixiao should also be respected by the world.

After wandering around the sword grave, Zhou Yang left without stopping.

”My Lord, here comes the green emperor.”

When Zhou Yang came out of the sword grave, the iron ant found Zhou Yang and whispered.

Tieyi had seen emperor Qingdi before, so he knew his identity. In addition, even Fusang did not know the real identity of Qingdi.

”I see.”