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Xie Wangyan didn't understand what the lower six levels meant at first, but the monk quickly followed the explanation and explained -

"It is said that this sword-washing pool has 12 floors in total. The upper six floors are filled with swords left by Nascent Souls or monks who have fallen out of body. The sword below."

"There are even legends that there is even the sword left by Taoist Yuqing on the lower six floors."

"The sword left by Daojun Yuqing?" Xie Wangyan had heard of this statement, but he never took it seriously.

After all, everyone knows that Daojun Yuqing split the heaven and earth with a sword, thus creating the Yuqing realm, and then ascended away. It is impossible that the sword that helped him ascend at that time was actually left in the sword washing pool, right?

The entire Yuqing realm is inextricably linked to Taojun Yuqing.

Although Kunlun never said that he was inextricably related to Daojun Yuqing like those five aristocratic families, it was also vaguely said that Daojun Yuqing's sword intention was within the peaks of Kunlun.

This is also the reason why there is a statue of Taojun Yuqing next to the sword-washing pool.

Normally, Kunlun's disciples can only go to the upper six floors. When they reach the lower six floors, they need to sneak into the bottom of the sword-washing pool.

Let’s not talk about whether the Nascent Soul cultivator can hold his breath underwater, let’s just say that the sword soul in the sword washing pool is extremely difficult to deal with.

When Xie Huanyan thought of this, he saw that Yan Lu had already entered the sword washing pool.

When he just entered, the entire pool water almost boiled. Then Xie Wangyan saw Yan Lusi without hesitation, she immediately got into the pool water and walked directly to the legendary lower six floors.

His figure was no longer visible on the water.

Everything is done underwater.

Xie Wangyan saw that they were standing close to the edge of the cliff. With the protection of Elder Xuefeng, they would hardly fall into the sword-washing pool below.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The time the monks can stay in the entire sword-washing pool is limited——

On the one hand, resources are tight, and on the other hand, they are worried that if the monks stay in the sword washing pool for too long, the sword soul will also cause some damage to the soul.

And just when time was about to run out, Yan Lu still didn't emerge from the pool.

At this time, everyone in the entire cliff was silent. Even the elders of Qionghua Peak frowned and looked at the calm surface of the pool.

Perhaps he was infected by the atmosphere, but Xie Wangyan also felt the anxiety in everyone's hearts. He looked at the calm lake at the moment when the elder Qionghuafeng was about to announce that the time had come.

Suddenly a figure flew out from the bottom of the pool with a sword.

The sword was extremely arrogant. He almost led Yan Lu straight to the statue of Yuqing Daojun. He saw Yan Lu standing on the hilt of the sword and making finger gestures. The spiritual power was separated from the soul and locked directly. The flying sword is constantly struggling.

After streams of spiritual power were slowly injected into the body of the Spirit Sword, the sword gradually became quiet.

And Yan Lu also fell into the pool, and the spiritual sword returned to his sea of ​​consciousness.

At this time, cheers erupted around the sword washing pool. Everyone could tell that the flying sword was unusual, even the elder Qionghuafeng was smiling.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining 10 monks entered the sword washing pool.

However, not everyone has Yan Lu's strength and luck, and half of them did not get their natal sword in the sword washing pool.

Xie Wangyan knows that this is normal...

At this point, the Qionghua Peak disciples entering the Sword Washing Pond ended.

After all the Qionghua Peak disciples left, the people listening to Xuefeng were still chatting excitedly. The elder seemed to be used to this. After taking off the protection, he led everyone to prepare to leave.

Xie Wangyan looked back and glanced at the long sword returned to his hand, and returned to the original posture of the statue of Taoist Yuqing.

He was about to turn around and leave with his fellow disciples.

——But at that time.

The Qiankun bag on his chest suddenly felt a little hot, before he could react what was going on.

Then he felt that his body was suddenly pushed by a sudden huge force and fell backward.

The entire Kunlun is under a no-flying curse, not to mention that within the scope of the sword washing pool, almost no one can fly except for the spirit sword itself.

He immediately felt his body falling vertically.

This happened in an instant. Even Meng Xiuyan and Xiao Han standing next to him didn't react. Xiao Han immediately stretched out his hand. He was almost at the edge of the cliff, trying to fly to grab Xie Yanyan who fell.

But someone else grabbed him by the collar.

Elder Xuefeng also hurriedly used his magic skills and flew out directly to catch the opponent who suddenly fell under the cliff.

But he didn't want to hear the moment Elder Xuefeng appeared on the sword washing pool.

The long sword in Taojun Yuqing's hand suddenly moved.

I saw the long sword slashing directly at Elder Ting Xuefeng, and there were countless forces below the sword-washing pool, directly dragging Xie Wayan into the sword-washing pool!

In just a few seconds, the entire scene changed.

In order to avoid the blow from the statue of Daojun Yuqing, Elder Tingxue Feng also fell on the side of the cliff and felt that his meridians were severed.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and looked at the huge statue of Taoist Yuqing who was neither sad nor happy. At this time, the long sword returned to the hand of the statue. He lowered his eyes and looked at everyone... Elder Xuefeng did not expect this Taoist Yuqing. The statue of the god suddenly moved.

He looked at the sword-washing pool that had returned to calm, and Xie Wangyan who had disappeared.

Looking at the pool with a livid face——

"Go and report to the Immortal Lord!"

……

On the other side, Xiaohan was lying on the cliff, and people around him were panicking, as if they didn't expect such an accident to happen.

He shook off the person grabbing his collar.

Then he looked down at the calm water, wondering what he was thinking.

Meng Xiuyan didn't expect that such an accident would happen... He glanced at his fellow disciple, whose face was a bit ugly after his hand was thrown away, and he had no intention of trying to comfort him.

He also walked to the cliff, looked at the water, and then seemed to comfort Xiaohan and himself.

"He will definitely be able to turn disaster into good."

After all, Xie Wangyan is the protagonist of this story.

……

As soon as Xie Wangyan entered the pool, the water-avoiding beads he got from the secret realm that day took effect. He originally wanted to give it back to Ye Huaiyuan when he left the secret realm, but the other party said that the Ye family had no shortage of it and he would keep it in this business.

It has been kept in the Qiankun bag for this period of time, but I didn't expect that it would play a big role at this time.

Bubbles wrapped around his body, allowing him to breathe naturally in the sword washing pool.

He opened his eyes and looked at the sword washing pool, only to find——

There is actually a real 12th floor in this sword washing pool.

The entire Sword Washing Pool is a huge tower standing upside down at the bottom of the pool.

A large hole was opened at the bottom of the tower, which happened to be facing the lake surface of the Sword Washing Pond - the bottom of the tower was deep and there was almost no light source.

Xie Yanyan still couldn't understand where the huge force pushing him came from. Then he felt the Qiankun Bag move again, and then a familiar little person appeared in the bubble.

Zhu Yuqing's remnant soul held a sword as big as a toothpick and looked at Xie Huanyan, and then looked at the bottom of the bottom of the sword-washing pool, or the bottom of the tower.

He said concisely and concisely, "Follow me."