"Why is this guy here?"

"There must be some mistake!"

A group of new disciples looked surprised when they saw Wang Yang approaching.

They all knew the name of the original master, but no one believed that Wang Yang could break through to the fourth level of Qi training and become a formal disciple in such a short period of time.

There was a disciple who had trouble with Wang Yang and wanted to go up to him to cause trouble, but was stopped by his friends.

"We are about to enter the Sword Tomb. We will deal with him when we come out!"

After hearing reminders from friends, several disciples gave up.

Yes, entering the Sword Tomb is the official business.

Although their chance of being recognized by the Spirit Sword is less than one in 10,000, what if it really happens to them?

People always like to have unrealistic fantasies.

Therefore, under such circumstances, 100% status must be guaranteed.

Wang Yang didn't react much to the changes in everyone's expressions. He found a corner and stood with his arms folded. However, when he saw a timid girl, he glanced at it. She was the one who was going to the Sword Tomb this time. Except for Wang Yang

, the only person recognized by the Spirit Sword, one in ten thousand people.

Not long after everyone arrived, a white sword light flew in, stayed in front of everyone, and transformed into an old man with silver hair and a silver beard.

"Are you the disciples of this period? Call the tokens up!"

The silver-haired old man glanced around with sharp eyes and spoke.

Everyone took out the token one after another, and the next moment, the token automatically flew up and landed in the old man's hand.

"Come with me!"

After confirming that the token was okay, the silver-haired old man led everyone deeper into the hall.

"Shouldn't the Sword Tomb be a mountain? How to go deeper into the hall!"

Someone asked in confusion.

"It is said that the Sword Tomb is a separate small space. It is not surprising that it is hidden deep in the palace!"

A knowledgeable disciple explained.

The crowd didn't go very far when the silver-haired elder stopped in front of a stone door. Then he used some magic technique and the door slowly opened.

But the situation behind the door was beyond the expectations of most disciples. It was not a room or some strange space, but a wall, a yellow mud wall.

"Okay! Go in! Come one by one!"

The silver-haired old man stood at the door and said, but all the disciples looked at each other in confusion.

Wang Yang didn't want to waste time and walked over first. He turned a blind eye to the mud wall and bumped into it. The next moment, his whole body melted into it like water.

Seeing Wang Yang being so bold, the silver-haired old man's originally calm gaze showed a slight change, with a hint of appreciation.

When other people saw Wang Yang going in, they followed suit and went in too.

When the light in front of them changed, they found themselves in a completely unfamiliar place, surrounded by high and raised mounds of earth, with various broken swords and a few complete swords stuck on them.

There is a depressing atmosphere in the void, as if someone is holding a sword against your throat all the time.

"What should we do now?"

Some people wondered.

"Follow him!"

Someone noticed that Wang Yang was walking along the path with ease.

From the moment they entered, everyone noticed that Wang Yang seemed to be very familiar with this place. At this moment, Liu Shen Wuzhu saw Wang Yang being so determined, so they all instinctively chased after him.

The crowd had not gone far when an open space appeared with a large number of neatly placed white jade futons. Wang Yang found a place to sit down and closed his eyes to practice.

At this time, even a fool knew what was going on. They all chose their favorite positions and sat down. They began to meditate on the sword with their eyes closed, concentrating their sword power.

Surrounding them were high and low hillsides, with graves and spiritual swords everywhere. Some were dark, some were bright, and layers of sword intent spread out.

The people who were meditating with their eyes closed could clearly feel that impure thoughts were shooting at them, flying around them like little elves, whispering.

Under normal circumstances, although weapons above spiritual weapons have a hint of spirituality, they cannot yet reach the stage of manifestation, let alone have autonomous consciousness. Only spiritual treasures, or innate spiritual treasures, can have simple autonomous consciousness.

And only Void Dao tools can have relatively complete consciousness.

It's just that this space is very extraordinary, and it may be that the accumulation of sword intent over thousands of years has enabled the low-level spiritual weapons here to have simple consciousness and be able to recognize their masters independently.

At the same time, Wang Yang also felt that there was rich sword energy here, which could continuously nourish the sword bodies of these swords. If they stayed here for many years, the swords would naturally evolve from low-grade spiritual weapons to mid-grade spiritual energy, and even

Top grade spiritual weapon.

It is also possible for high-grade spiritual weapons to advance to the level of magic weapons, even spiritual treasures, and innate spiritual treasures, but this time will definitely take an extremely long time.

But based on this alone, the extraordinary foundation of the Immortal Sword Sect has been revealed.

In perception, everyone can feel that among the endless sword spirits, some are powerful and some are weak.

Some are as weak as fireflies, some are as powerful as the bright moon, and the most powerful one is a ball of light like the scorching sun.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the only innate spiritual treasure in this sword tomb.

That's right, there is only one innate spiritual treasure in the entire sword tomb.

In Wang Yang's eyes, innate spiritual treasures are naturally not worth mentioning, but in this world, they are extremely precious existences.

As for more advanced void artifacts, it is unknown whether they are available in this world, and even if there is an estimate, they are not willing to put them here.

It would be very generous to have an innate spiritual treasure.

"Good boy, come here quickly!"

"Follow me, and I promise to make you a peerless sword!"

"I have spirit stones and precious five elements gold!"

Seeing the sword spirits flying around them, the disciples who entered were all red-eyed and wanted to pounce on them and grab a lot of them.

It's a pity that they can only perceive it with their consciousness. If they open their eyes, everything will disappear without a trace.

If you want to capture it with your spirit, these sword spirits are extremely cunning. In front of them, the disciples' spirits are like dying old men, unable to catch them at all. Even if the sword spirit lies in their hands, they can't catch it.

The sensitivities of the two are not in the same dimension at all.

Only then did they understand why the chosen ones were unique. Simply relying on tough methods would not work. They could only rely on their own understanding of the sword and their knowledge of the sword to resonate with these sword spirits.

While everyone was racking their brains to figure out how to resonate with the sword spirit, Wang Yang restrained his mind and kept brewing.

During these three days of simulation, he had already figured out all the processes. It was easy to find a spiritual sword that would be recognized. The key was to find what kind of spiritual sword it was.

Others were picked by the spiritual sword, but he could choose whatever he wanted.

Just when Wang Yang was brewing his sword intention and waiting for the best opportunity to release it, the cowardly woman suddenly exuded a fierce aura. The next moment, a purple stream of light flew out from the sword mountain in the distance,

He blinked in front of the woman and blended into her body in an instant.

The woman's cultivation level immediately increased steadily, from the fourth level of Qi training to the sixth level of Qi training in one breath. At the same time, a sharp energy emanated from her body, as if her whole body had turned into a sheathed weapon.

sword.

Everyone was awakened by this breath and looked over with envy in their eyes.

When the woman opened her eyes, her face was full of surprise. Her original timid temperament was gone, and her whole person became confident and high-spirited.

A group of people couldn't help but stood up and complimented her. Being recognized by the spirit sword means that the woman has a bright future, at least she is much higher than them. If they can take this opportunity to curry favor with her, it will definitely be of great help in the future.

Only Wang Yang was still sitting cross-legged on the field, indifferent to the girl's situation. This inevitably earned him the contempt of others, who felt that Wang Yang was too aloof and arrogant.

"Does he really think he can get the spiritual sword and recognize it as its master?"

"Pretending, don't pay attention to him!"

A group of people said a few sarcastic words, then sat down and continued to sense the sword spirits around them, hoping to gain recognition from the spirit swords in the last moment.

The girl calmed down, felt the spiritual sword in her body, and continued to adjust it.

Time passed bit by bit, and just when everyone stood up with disappointment on their faces and prepared to leave, a magnificent sword intent rose into the sky.

Buzz!

The next moment, thousands of swords roared together, and countless streams of light flew up, forming a tornado vortex composed of spiritual swords in the sky.

A group of people looked dumbfounded and couldn't help themselves.

Buzz!

There was another sword cry, and a huge white sword light flew up from the depths of the sword tomb, pierced the tornado, and flew towards everyone like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Before he could even hit him, the terrifying sword intent was already overwhelming him, making him unable to breathe.

Those thousands of flying spiritual swords, as if they had seen their own king, made a sound of surrender.

White sword light fell from the sky and instantly integrated into Wang Yang's body.

"How can it be?"
To be continued...