C809 The Place Where the Swords Were Hidden

The sound of a stone breaking could be heard. A crack appeared in the middle of the mural in front of Lee Zhuohua, piercing through the entire mural, and then slowly opened up on both sides.

"Eh? This is the place Iti Ming is looking for?" Lee Zhuohua looked at the entrance of the tunnel that suddenly appeared in front of him and felt suspicious.

Outside, Little Sword Immortal and Iti Ming were still fighting intensely. Lee Zhuohua looked outside and then walked in.

This passage was deep, and there was no light inside. However, Lee Zhuohua could feel an extremely rich Sword Dao intent from it, as if there was more than one kind of Sword Dao intent. More than a dozen kinds of Sword Dao intent were combined together.

Such a rich Sword Dao intent seemed to be in the depths of the passage, as if there were more than a dozen Sword Dao masters there.

However, Lee Zhuohua could also feel a kind of deathly stillness from here. When he passed through the tunnel and arrived at the depths of the tunnel, a dazzling light shone in front of him.

"Who are you? Why are you here in the place where my Sword Sect hides its sword?" An old voice exploded in Lee Zhuohua's ears.

When Lee Zhuohua heard this voice, he focused his eyes forward and saw a man from The Black-robed Old Man sitting there with his aura rising and falling.

"It's him?" Lee Zhuohua was a little surprised when he saw The Black-robed Old Man.

The Black-robed Old Man was the ancestor of the Sword Sect. Lee Zhuohua had seen him once when he fought with the Demon Lord in Gu Yang.

It was just that Lee Zhuohua now felt that it was a little strange because The Black-robed Old Man seemed to be in a state of false death. Not only could he not move, but he could also not speak. Who was the one who made that sound just now?

Thinking about this, Lee Zhuohua looked around vigilantly. This was an empty plain, and it was hard to imagine that there was such a space within the Sword Sect. It must be a method similar to a domain.

There were countless Long Swords in this field, but each of those Long Swords had a tomb, as if those Long Swords were tombstones of the tomb.

Just as Lee Zhuohua was wondering what kind of place this was, the scene in front of his eyes changed, and all the graves that he saw just now disappeared.

In the places where the Long Swords stood, figures with astonishing auras appeared one after another. Some of them had kind faces, while some of them had oppressive auras.

However, these people all had something in common, and that was that their bodies were all filled with a thick aura of Sword Tao, and every single one of them was a Sword Dao Master.

"Young friend, who are you?" Among those people, a white-robed old man looked at Lee Zhuohua curiously and asked. The voice just now was from him.

When Lee Zhuohua saw the scene in front of him, he was also shocked. He looked at the black-robed Old Man From The Sword Sect, who was still sitting cross-legged, without any movement.

"They are all dead people. Just now, he said that this is a place where the sword is hidden. Could this be the burial ground of the Sword Sect's past sages?" Lee Zhuohua's mind turned.

"Young friend?" The white-robed old man said again. If it wasn't for the thick deathly aura that pervaded the air, Lee Zhuohua would not have felt that the person in front of him was a dead man if he hadn't seen all the graves.

"I am Lee Zhuohua, may I know who senior is?" Lee Zhuohua did not hesitate at this moment and bowed.

"Oh, so it is little friend Lee. I am the forty-seventh Sect Master of the Sword Sect. The other people here are all the previous Sect Masters of the Sword Sect." The old man in a white robe looked at Lee Zhuohua and said politely.

"Senior, this black-robed senior, he?" Lee Zhuohua was not interested in knowing about the matters of the previous sect masters of the Sword Sect. He just felt that there was something wrong with the Black-robed Old Man's current state.

When the old man in the white robe heard Lee Zhuohua's question, he was also a little surprised.

"You know him?" The old man in white asked with a smile.

"I have the honor of meeting the forbidden existence of the Sword Sect in Gu Yang." Lee Zhuohua said.

"So that's how it is." The old man in the white robe naturally didn't think that Lee Zhuohua would know The Black-robed Old Man. After all, he could feel that Lee Zhuohua was only at the peak of the Materialization realm.

"He's in a state of non-living, non-living, non-living state. He seemed to have been severely wounded when he first arrived, and he wanted us dead to help him. Although we had the power to reach the heavens when we were alive, death was like the light of a lamp. We had no other choice but to pour the Sword Will here into his body to help him break through the final realm."

"If he succeeds, his wounds will be healed, but if he fails, he will stay here like us." The old man in the white robe looked at The Black-robed Old Man and said.

Lee Zhuohua nodded after hearing that. He had a rough understanding of The Black-robed Old Man's current situation.

"I wonder who hurt him. From the remnant aura on his body, we found that the person has long since surpassed the forbidden category. For thousands of years, countless Prodigies have wanted to pry into that kind of mysterious realm, but no one was able to see through. If he can get through this trial now, perhaps he will be the first one." The elder in the white robe looked away, shook his head, and said.

Hearing that, Lee Zhuohua's heart skipped a beat.

"The man who injured him is called Demon Lord, and he is not a person of this world. His cultivation realm has indeed surpassed the forbidden level that you all have mentioned. To be exact, he is at the Celestial Star Stage right now, but his cultivation is currently damaged, and he is secretly recovering his strength." At this moment, Lee Zhuohua told him about Demon Lord.

These people in front of him were all dead people, so Lee Zhuohua was not worried that these people would spread his secret out.

Sure enough, when the white-robed old man and the others heard Lee Zhuohua's words, their faces revealed a look of surprise.

This was the first time they had heard of the word'Tian Xing'. Perhaps it was because they had not broken through the taboo when they were still alive, but even though they were dead, they were still fascinated by the higher realm.

"Little Friend Li seems to know a lot. Can you explain it to us?" The white-robed elder said as his eyes revealed an eager expression.

The few people beside the white-robed elder also looked at Lee Zhuohua, hoping that he would tell them about the realm after the taboo.

Seeing this, Lee Zhuohua shook his head slightly. It wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but before the Heavenly Star, he couldn't say anything about the Heavenly Star, even if Lee Zhuohua had reached that realm before.

But once a cultivator passed the Origin Returning Stage, they would be able to leave a special mark on the world. Only those who were also Heavenly Stars would be able to speak about the Heavenly Stars, as if they were high and mighty, and mortals could not pry into them.

The white robed old man and the others seemed to have understood something and didn't force Lee Zhuohua to tell them.

"I just happened to find this place, but the one who guided me here was a member of your Sword Sect. At this moment, that person is outside fighting with the current Little Sword Immortal of your Sword Sect. I can't stay here for long. He might need my help." Lee Zhuohua quickly said when he felt the movement outside.

Outside, Little Sword Immortal was already at a disadvantage. Iti Ming's current state was not something Little Sword Immortal could deal with.

However, after hearing Lee Zhuohua's words, the sect masters of the past generations remained calm.

"We have always known about the matters outside, but we can't interfere." The white-robed elder shook his head and said.

"You know about it?" Lee Zhuohua also did not expect these people to know what was happening outside, which meant that Iti Ming had killed the Qi Men right under their noses.