Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 197

Unexpectedly, after going deep into the vortex in the center of the lake, they did not see the imagined underwater world. Along a long passage, Tango and others entered a vast gray space.

There is no backflow of lake water, and the air is extremely humid.

The space is stable, obviously this area has received special protection, even after countless years, it is still preserved extremely intact.

This space is full of broken palace ruins, a dilapidated scene, and a thick layer of gray air permeates the sky. Perhaps it is those gray air that prevents the lake from pouring back.

Apart from Kuiliu and Gu Zhiyue and Wu Cangyu who have already entered, Tang Ge and the others are regarded as the third wave of practitioners.

"This should be some ruins left after the battle of the peerless world."

Ji Qingyun was a little nervous, but his eyes were a little hotter. There must be an opportunity or inheritance here that even tempted him.

As the words fell, they quickly passed along the ground, Tang Ge and Ji Qingyun were in front, Ning Zhiqiu, Wen Zhuo and Tantai Li followed closely behind.

When the huge stone monument appeared in front of them, they knew that this was the branch of one of the Twelve Sword Sects.

Well Jianmen.

Three simple characters appeared in front of my eyes, and the one that shocked me the most was Ning Zhiqiu, because the sword formula he practiced was the well-shaped sword formula.

There must be an inseparable connection between Jing Jianmen and Jing Tac Toe Sword Jue.

Moving on, after a while, they slowly slowed down, and turned their gazes to a huge square not far away.

In the center of the square, there is a huge temple. The smell of ancient vicissitudes emanates from the temple, and there is also a faint sword energy from the ancient times.

In addition, on the square, there are several huge stone pillars. If you look closely, there are countless sword marks of different shades on the surface of the stone pillars.

There was no one there, and there was no sign of Kuiliu, nor Gu Zhiyue and Wu Cangyu.

Tang Ge and others stood on the square lined with stone pillars. Under countless huge stone pillars, they looked extremely small.

About half an hour passed in such silence.

Tang Ge squinted his eyes for a moment, and his gaze fell on the pitted ground of the square that had been corroded by time.

The sword energy circulated quietly, and the sword consciousness radiated from the center of the eyebrows, spreading to all directions.

After a long time, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a strange fluctuation diffused from under the square.

boom!
In just an instant, the square suddenly trembled violently, and a deep and huge crack spread from the front of the palace.

A huge sword light soared into the sky, illuminating the world with a radius of thousands of feet. The sword light was filled with strong and domineering sword energy, more like a sword array that could destroy the world.

Everyone's expression was solemn, but Ning Zhiqiu's expression became weird, and he had a sense of familiarity with that sword light.

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The sword light came from Jingjianmen, and the sword energy in it was naturally very similar to the Jingzi sword formula practiced by Ning Zhiqiu.

Just when Tang Ge and Ji Qingyun were serious and ready to fight, Ning Zhiqiu's voice suddenly sounded.

"This... there shouldn't be any danger."

Several people looked at Ning Zhiqiu one after another, only to see that the latter looked nervously at the huge sword light, and said, "This is where the Tic-Tac-toe Jue I practiced came from, so I want to try it."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Tang Ge, who nodded slightly.

Ning Zhiqiu nodded with a firm face, and then jumped into the sword light, his figure was instantly submerged and disappeared by the endless sword energy.

Wen Zhuo worried: "Is he going to be okay?"

Tang Ge said: "It should be fine, he has his own plan."

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Tang Ge and others avoided the huge sword light and continued to walk into the palace.

The palace is extremely vast, with criss-cross corridors, like a maze, a kind of vicissitudes accumulated over the years, coming from all directions.

Tang Ge and others walked along a long corridor, which was long and empty, and even the entire hall was empty, as if it had been ransacked.

"Why is there nothing here? The Twelve Swords Sect is too poor, right?"

Wen Zhuo complained dissatisfiedly, his eyes kept flicking over every corner of the hall.

Tantai Li glanced at him and said: "Which sect have you seen would put treasures in the hall?"

Wen Zhuo wanted to refute, but immediately swallowed his words when he saw that cold gaze.

Tang Ge looked at the two, smiled faintly, and continued walking along the corridor.

In the center of the main hall, there is a strange stone sculpture. The stone sculpture is just an ordinary stone pillar, only about ten feet high, but the stone pillar is full of stone swords.

It's like a person being pierced by a chaotic sword.

Everyone froze in place for a moment, because those swords were filled with profound sword intent, just like real swords.

Wen Zhuo couldn't help it at first, a gleam flashed in his eyes, before Tang Ge could stop him, he stretched out his hand and touched one of the stone swords.

The next moment, with a loud bang, Wenzhuo flew backwards. Tang Ge moved and caught him just as he was about to hit the palace wall.

Wen Zhuo's face turned pale instantly, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his eyes were full of horror.

Everyone's hearts tightened, because the sword intent that swept out just now was so powerful that it made their bodies tremble and their scalps numb.

Tang Ge tapped Wen Zhuo's eyebrows lightly, and sword energy flowed into his body, and his injury gradually improved.

Tantai Li glanced at him angrily, thinking that he wanted you to be brave.

Wen Zhuo scratched his head in embarrassment.

Tang Ge's eyes turned cold, thinking that maybe this is the inheritance place of Jing Jianmen, he frowned slightly, stared at the stone statue, and approached slowly.

Wen Zhuo's heart trembled, and he said, "Master, be careful."

Tang Ge nodded slightly.

Ji Qingyun and Tantai Li watched his every move nervously.

The abyss of sword energy emerged, and the whole hall was suddenly blown up by a strong wind, and the boundless sword energy directly enveloped the chaotic sword stone statue.

Tang Ge stretched out his hand and lightly touched one of the stone swords.

In an instant, his expression suddenly became solemn, and a domineering sword energy swept out from the stone statue, like an underground volcano erupting.

Ancient, fierce, like thunder, like electricity.

Tang Ge's sleeves were instantly shaken apart, and then shattered into powder, exposing his arms.

His eyes turned cold, and the sword energy roared out, and the abyss of sword energy became even more unfathomable, and he continued to approach the chaotic sword statue. middle.

As time passed, the violent sword energy in Tang Ge slowly dissipated, and the whole person calmed down.

The tension on the faces of the three of Ji Qingyun gradually turned into shock, and then a long sigh of relief.

"Extend your hands."

Tang Ge's voice suddenly sounded, and Ji Qingyun, Wen Zhuo and Tantai Li froze for a moment, and then put their hands on one of the stone swords.

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For a while, a picture of ancient vicissitudes of life appeared in Tang Ge's mind.

The sky and the earth were dark, the space collapsed, and countless powerful auras descended on the Kunlun Realm.

Many top masters from the Twelve Sword Gates and the Kunlun Realm fought to the death with these alien powerhouses. Although they caused some damage to the opponent, they also paid the price that the top masters almost fell.

Tango found himself standing at the foot of a certain erupting volcano, hot magma rose into the sky, and then fell like a rain of fire, flowing along the underground ravine, spreading from his feet to the distance.

There are still strong fluctuations in the distance. Once the Qianyuan Realm practitioners approach, they will be torn into blood mist.

Tang Ge looked at his feet, his eyes moving slowly along the magma river. A dark boulder emerged from the magma, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

A figure wrapped in a black robe stood on top of the boulder, and his face could not be seen clearly. The black robe slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes.

Tang Ge's heart tightened.

Those eyes were filled with scarlet light, no different from what he saw in the dense forest.

(End of this chapter)