Outside the "Ten Thousand Sword Tomb", after the spirit puppet Qingzun left, Han Buzhi turned his head and chuckled at Feng Buxian: "Boy, you have to follow me!"

Feng Buqian was slightly stunned and nodded hurriedly.

Han didn't know how to flick his sleeves, leaned over and rushed towards the "Ten Thousand Sword Tomb" below, Feng Buqian didn't dare to hesitate, hurriedly fluttered his spiritual wings, and got up to follow.

Han Buyi led Feng Buqian cautiously through the blue light array, the two of them walked slowly, Feng Buqian looked at the leisurely Han Buzhi, and couldn't help but ask: "Sect Master Uncle, that spirit puppet just now ......"

"What are you talking about Qingzun...... Han Buzhi chuckled lightly and said casually, "His old man is not an ordinary spirit puppet...... He was left by the Qingyun Patriarch back then, and he was used to specifically guard this 'Ten Thousand Sword Tomb'!"

After that, Han Buyi looked at Feng Buyao, smiled mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "He is a real 'holy product' spirit puppet! I'm afraid the entire Dongzhou won't be able to find a second one!"

When Feng Buqian heard this, he was taken aback!

Nie Qingyun's stay! Holy Spirit Puppet!

Isn't that equivalent to a master of entering the Holy Realm!

No wonder even Han Buzhi, who is the sect master, is respectful to him!

Hearing Han Buzhi continue to laugh and say: "The most amazing thing is that Qingzun is not an ordinary holy spirit puppet, he has the ability to do it, but the Qingyun Patriarch himself **...... I think that when the 'Purple Extreme Sword Sect' fell, some unsightly sects became thieves, and they wanted to carve up the 10,000-year foundation of this sect, so they united to besiege this sect! At that time, the strength of the sect was weak, and it was difficult to defeat strong enemies, and in the end, they could only retreat to the 'Purple Qi Peak', relying on the mountain protection sword formation left by the ancestor to protect themselves!"

Han Buzhi laughed as he spoke: "And at that time, except for the main peak, almost all of the Purple Pole Mountain Range fell into the hands of thieves!" The 'Purple Qi Peak' could not be broken for a long time, and those guys who didn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth naturally started the idea of this 'Ten Thousand Sword Tomb'! Hmph...... A group of rats rushed to come here, and the result naturally provoked Qingzun's anger! It is rumored that that was the only time Qingzun made a move! Nine swords came out together, and the ghost cried and howled! In just this battle, he killed dozens of thieves and strong hands, and he was so frightened that the group of guys hugged their heads and ran away, ha! It can be regarded as a solution to a great disaster in this sect!"

Hearing such an allusion, Feng Buyu was even more shocked!

It is worthy of being one of the oldest sects in Dongzhou, although the "Haoran Righteous Qi Pavilion" has lived up to the reputation of the "Purple Pole Sword Sect" back then, but this background is really shocking!

"Speaking ......of which," Han Buhe said with a smile, "If you really want to make a move, I'm afraid that even I can't beat Qingzun...... It's a pity that Qingzun only guards the 'Ten Thousand Sword Tomb', and ignores all other things! Even if the 'Purple Qi Peak' is captured, I'm afraid he won't care about it...... Otherwise, wouldn't there be another world-strong person in our sect, who could also kill the prestige of the other three sects!haha!"

Feng Buqian looked at the sect master who had an unserious face at this moment, and couldn't help but feel speechless in his heart.

At this time, the two of them had passed through the blue light array and began to sink into the deep rift.

There was nothing to do, Feng Buqian couldn't help but ask Han Buzhi again: "Sect Master Master, why are you here alone today!

Han Bu said with a smile: "They!?They just brought those little guys to make a show at the 'Purple Qi Peak'! Those many people came together, but it disturbed the ancestral heroic spirits who were resting here...... That's a big disrespect!"

Feng Buqian nodded, and was about to open his mouth to ask something more, but he heard Han Buyan say: "Quiet! Don't ask again! Your kid has a lot of questions! Uncle Shi, the most annoying thing for me is to explain it to others! I am the master of a dignified sect, and I have to cherish words like gold in order to appear unfathomable, and I have the demeanor of everyone! Do you understand!?"

The corners of Feng Buyao's mouth twitched, and he was suddenly speechless, but he despised this old impropriety thousands of times in his heart!

The two of them gradually went deeper into the "Ten Thousand Swords Tomb", and Feng Buyu looked around, only to find that there were countless golden light clusters suspended in this huge and deep rift, and Feng Buyu knew that this was the golden spirit qi that had been condensed for thousands of years!

With the faint light emitted by these light clusters, he saw that the stone walls on both sides of the "Ten Thousand Sword Tomb" were full of pitted and cracked stone walls, and there were still ancient swords in shapes and shapes, all of which were left by the martyrs of the "Purple Pole Sword Sect" who died here!

Thousands of ancient swords were densely inserted into the surrounding stone walls, and in this dark deep valley, there was a cold and cold light!

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Feng Buyu was shocked, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart: "'Ten Thousand Sword Tomb'...... Sure enough, it deserves the word 'ten thousand swords'!"

Han Buyi led Feng Buqian to the center of the rift, Feng Buqian only felt that the more he sank, the more intense the golden mangs around him became, and the sword qi became more and more intense!

I don't know how long it took to go, but Feng Buqian finally saw a faint green light below, flashing at the bottom of the deep valley, very eye-catching!

I saw Han Buzhi stop his figure, chuckle, and said, "We're here!"

He lowered his hand and pointed to the place where the green light flickered below, and said, "See! The place where the Qingyun Patriarch sits is there! The six sword marks that contain the 'Qingyun Peerless Sword Technique' are also among them! Go yourself! I'll send you here!"

Feng Buqian was slightly stunned, bowed busily, and said, "Thank you, Sect Master!"

Han Buzhi waved his hand, glanced at Feng Buyi a few times with a strange look in his eyes, touched his chin and said with a smile: "That guy Leng, the expectations for you kid are very big! Even the sect master is looking forward to it...... How far can you comprehend this 'Qingyun Peerless Sword Technique'......"

Feng Buyu chuckled lightly and replied, "Disciples should do their best!"

Han didn't know how to pout, and said, "This kind of mysterious and mysterious divine skill is a mastery! What is needed is three points of understanding and seven points of chance! Just try your best to have a fart...... Back then, the sect master and I racked our brains and exhausted our efforts, but they were all small gains...... Hum...... In short, it's up to you to create it yourself!"

Feng Buqian nodded and said with a smile: "Disciple understands!"

Han didn't know how to snort, and then explained in a straight voice: "You kid, don't run around here, otherwise you will break the rules and get into trouble, and Qingzun and his old man will not show mercy!

Feng Buyin nodded hurriedly and said, "The disciple remembers!"

Han Zhiwei bowed his head slightly, and said: "The time it takes for everyone to comprehend the 'Qingyun Peerless Sword Technique' is different! When you finish contemplating, the sword mark will automatically drive you out of the ......."

After saying that, Han didn't know how to brush his sleeves and left.

At the same time, his last words came lightly into Feng Buyao's ears.

"Lao Leng and I both want to see it again, the wonder of 'Ten Thousand Swords Flying Together' triggered by Yang Yixiao's stinky boy back then!"

"Don't let us down, boy!"