bookpub Chapter 512 Sword Mountain, Sword Sea, Ten Thousand Swords Pointed To!
Chapter 512 Sword Mountain, Sword Sea, Ten Thousand Swords Pointed To!
The twelfth level of the Demon God Mountain.
This is a not-so-large maze, with only a huge mountain in sight.
This mountain is extremely peculiar, the entire peak resembling a sword piercing the sky, giving off a tremendous sense of oppression.
Not only that, but countless spirit swords are inserted upside down on the mountain, emitting an extremely desolate ancient aura.
At this moment, a figure is carefully walking among the sword mountain, carefully examining each flying sword around.
This person is none other than Long Aotian.
Because he is more familiar with the thirteenth level, although he was injured, he still managed to reach the upper level without any danger.
"It is said that the Demon God has a personal flying sword that connects the heavens and the underworld, with boundless power. Could it be on this sword mountain?"
Long Aotian looks at the vast sea of swords, his eyes shining with excitement.
If that's the case, being able to obtain the Demon God's personal flying sword would make this trip worthwhile!
However, there are simply too many swords here, numbering in the billions, and each one is dimly lit, as if they have been subjected to some kind of restriction, making it impossible to discern their true nature from the surface.
Long Aotian curses in his heart, how can he find so many spirit swords by himself?
Not to mention one year, even a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years may not be enough to find the real deal!
Long Aotian recalls the information recorded in the ancient Dragon Race scriptures, searching in the vast sea of swords. Suddenly, his eyes light up and he stares at a green flying sword that only reveals half of its blade.
"This flying sword looks a bit like..."
Without hesitation, Long Aotian immediately moves forward, his right hand transforming into a dragon claw and directly grabbing the hilt of the sword, pulling it out forcefully.
Clang!
Surprisingly, the sword was pulled out effortlessly.
Long Aotian's face immediately shows joy, just about to use magic to investigate, when suddenly his expression drastically changes.
Buzzing...
It seems that because of his actions, the sword mountains around him suddenly start to tremble violently. Countless flying swords on the mountain are pulled out and float in the air, their tips rotating and pointing towards Long Aotian, who is holding the green spirit sword.
Long Aotian is instantly frightened, his face turning pale, his eyes wide open, and he swallows saliva frantically.
What's going on?
Didn't he just pull out one sword? Why did they all come out?
The terrifying sword aura converges into a force, condensing on the sword mountain, almost suffocating Long Aotian.
At this moment, Long Aotian is so scared that his legs go weak, almost collapsing to the ground.
Such a terrifying sword pressure, not to mention himself, even his father or even the clan leader would be unable to resist. He is afraid that he would have to endure the pain of being pierced by ten thousand swords and die.
Thoughts race through Long Aotian's mind, and he quickly inserts the green spirit sword back into its original place.
In an instant, the floating spirit swords around return to their original positions as if they have lost their target, slightly freezing before returning.
Long Aotian wipes the cold sweat off his forehead, heaving a sigh of relief.
But in his heart, he curses incessantly.
Is the Demon God crazy?
Who can bear this kind of thing?
If he doesn't want to give it, just say so!
If I make a wrong move and trigger all the spiritual swords, I might die a thousand times before finding the real one!
Not to mention taking the spiritual swords out of this mysterious realm!
Just now, he didn't even have time to investigate whether the green spiritual sword was real before quickly putting it back. In fact, if he had been a second later, he might not have been able to escape death!
Just as Long Aotian was struggling whether to continue searching or simply wait for the end of the Demon God Mountain, a portal suddenly opened in the void, and a graceful figure flew out from it. It was Feng E.
Seeing the person, Long Aotian was slightly stunned, then a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Back when he was being chased by Qin Qipeng, this woman, as an ally, stood by and did nothing. He had been holding this grudge for a long time, thinking that he would never have a chance to retaliate. He didn't expect her to also come to this level!
After Feng E adjusted her state a little, she finally relaxed from the terrifying pressure of the Demon God's steps and began to look around.
When she saw the towering mountain peaks like swords, Feng E also showed a surprised expression. Then her beautiful eyes shifted and noticed the dark shadow in the sea of swords, causing her eyebrows to furrow slightly.
"Xiao E, you're here too!"
Long Aotian took the initiative to fly up and greet her with a smile, as if she were an old friend he hadn't seen in years.
However, Feng E showed a cautious look. There were only the two of them here, and Long Aotian's cultivation was higher than hers. She couldn't guarantee that this guy wouldn't do something crazy.
This guy had a history.
But Feng E wasn't too afraid either. With a hundred years of cultivation and the acquisition of the Fire Spirit this time, her strength had made great progress. Although she couldn't defeat Long Aotian, she had no problem protecting herself.
Long Aotian also seemed to understand this. In fact, he still hadn't fully recovered from the severe injuries inflicted by Qin Qipeng last time. If they really fought, the outcome was still uncertain.
"Xiao E, why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that I'll make a move against you?" Long Aotian said sincerely, his face full of smiles. "I have already changed my ways, and besides, I have deep feelings for you. How could I bear to hurt you!"
Upon hearing these words, Feng E felt nauseous.
Changed his ways?
Who would believe that!
"You can't teach an old dog new tricks!" Feng E retorted, then flew straight towards the sword mountain below, completely ignoring this guy.
Long Aotian stared at Feng E's graceful figure, his heart filled with anger.
As a member of the Dragon Race, he was actually being called an old dog who couldn't change his ways by this woman!
He had noticed that ever since he was defeated by Qin Qipeng, everyone dared to step on him!
But he didn't immediately react. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, a sinister and cold smile appearing on his face, silently following behind.
Feng E flew around the sword mountain in a circle, her brows furrowing as she pondered. She murmured, "Could the Demon God's life flying sword be hidden here?"
Long Aotian couldn't think of anything that she couldn't think of.
As one of the top ten royal families, they all had a similar understanding of the Demon God's situation.
"You guessed right. The Demon God's life flying sword is indeed hidden here. However, there are too many spiritual swords here, and it takes a lot of effort to find it. I was just worrying about it when you arrived!" Long Aotian flew over and suggested, "How about we each search one side? Whoever finds it will be considered lucky, and we won't fight over it. What do you think?"
Feng E was wary, knowing that this guy definitely had no good intentions. But it seemed that there was no other choice at the moment, so she nodded slightly and said, "Alright."
A fleeting evil light flashed in Long Aotian's eyes as he pointed to the left. "You search this side, and the other side is mine."
Then he waved his hand, and suddenly eighteen dark banners appeared in the air, floating and quickly sealing off the surroundings.
Feng E was immediately shocked and shouted, "What are you trying to do?"
"Don't panic. I'm just afraid that these flying swords will escape on their own after being pulled out. This is just a precaution. This is the Demon God Mountain, where anything can happen. You don't want the treasure you've obtained to be lost, do you? Besides, this is a separate realm. We can't leave without finding the exit. Adding a formation won't affect anything!" Long Aotian explained, trying to calm her down.
Feng E thought about it and realized that he had a point, so she didn't argue further. She flew to a red spiritual sword in front of her and reached out to grab the hilt.