With Ming Jiutian stepping in, the stone gate behind him gradually closed, and at the foot is a staircase that cannot be seen, the stairs are very standardized, and they have been stretching into the distance, as for what is at the end of the stairs, Ming Jiutian does not know.

I walked along the stairs, I don't know how long, and finally came to the end, an abyss appeared in front of me, the black hole was bottomless, and there was only a suspension bridge on both sides of the abyss.

The suspension bridge looks very old, a few iron chains have long been rusted, and the few sporadic wooden planks on the suspension bridge have long been corroded, and for safety reasons, the suspension bridge can only be passed by stepping on iron chains.

After half a pillar of incense, Ming Jiutian climbed over the iron cable suspension bridge, opposite is a cliff with a small area, there is an arched cave on the cliff wall, the entrance of the cave is not big, only allow one person to pass, in the position of the entrance of the cave stands a rectangular boulder more than three meters wide and nearly ten meters high, which is engraved with the two big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing "sword mound".

The sword mound, the literal meaning is very easy to understand, the place where the ancients buried the sword, since they knew what the place was, Ming Jiutian did not hesitate, and walked into the cave.

The cave is very open, and as you wind your way down, a sword appears every few meters along the path, and each of these swords stuck in the ground is connected by iron chains, giving the impression of a guardrail.

With the continuous deepening of Ming Jiutian, there are more and more swords seen, almost everywhere in all shapes, inserted on the ground in various postures, although the swords are in different forms, but the only commonality is that they are all connected by iron chains, and the more you go inside, the more swords you see in Ming Jiutian.

There are so many swords, just take out one and go outside, they are all divine soldiers, there are so many here, I don't know if I move them all, if the Nine Shadows Holy Ancestor knows about it, will it hurt so much that he vomits blood? Ming Jiutian had his own wishful thinking in his heart.

"You'd be wrong if you thought so..."

Just as Ming Jiutian was thinking about how to remove the sword here, an old man's voice came out of thin air, the voice was not loud, but it was enough for Ming Jiutian to hear it clearly.

"Who's talking?"

This sudden voice really startled Ming Jiutian, he obviously didn't speak, and the voice on the other side seemed to know what he was thinking, which was beyond Ming Jiutian's cognition.

As Ming Jiutian went down, there was no sound in the cave except for the echo of Ming Jiutian, and Ming Jiutian began to look around in the direction from which the sound came.

In the center of the cave is a giant sword, and this giant sword is wrapped in countless iron chains, connecting all the swords in the cave, the location of the giant sword is a low valley, the whole cave looks like a spinning top, and the giant sword is in the center of the top.

Intuition told Ming Jiutian that the giant sword must be famous, maybe the voice just now came from there, since he already had a direction in his heart, Ming Jiutian rushed along the path towards the giant sword in the middle.

Sure enough, after walking for a long time, the road ahead was broken, and the position where the giant sword was located was in the middle of the cave, and from a distance it was a circular altar, and the giant sword was inserted in the center of the altar, and the surrounding area of the altar was a bottomless abyss.

I don't know why, since Ming Jiutian stepped into the sword mound, there seems to be some kind of power in the dark that the ghost has pushed Ming Jiutian to come here, as if something is waiting for him, suppressing the desire in his heart, Ming Jiutian took a step towards the altar.

"You're here..." The voice sounded again, this time it was different from before, no matter how Ming Jiutian sounded, it seemed to be by his side.

"Who's talking?"

Ming Jiutian couldn't help but look around, and sure enough, next to the suspension bridge, there was an old man with a cloak and a coarse linen robe, the old man looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old, his face was covered with dense wrinkles, and he was sitting there with his eyes closed at this time, motionless.

"For hundreds of thousands of years, you are the nineteenth person to come here, the first eighteen, of which fifteen have died here, I don't know if you are the sixteenth" The old man opened his eyes and said, although the old man looked very old, but those eyes were very bright.

I don't know why, the old man in front of him gave Ming Jiutian a very dangerous feeling, although he looked old, but the old man sat there as quiet as a stone, as if he had never appeared.

"Junior Ming Jiutian, I've seen my senior" Ming Jiutian politely hugged his fist, in front of the unknown enemy, it is still necessary to be polite, after all, he doesn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person.

"You shouldn't be a person from the Nine Shades, in my impression, the people of the Nine Shades will never talk like you" The old man carefully examined Ming Jiutian, as if he wanted to see through every inch of skin.

Although it was just a simple glance, Ming Jiutian felt like a person without clothes, and there was no secret in front of the old man in front of him, this was Ming Jiutian's first feeling.

"The seniors have good eyesight, and the juniors Ming Jiutian is indeed not a person from the Nine Shadows" Ming Jiutian did not shy away from this question, because any disguise in front of this absolute strength seemed pale and weak.

"See the sword on the altar?" The old man smiled and pointed to the giant sword on the altar.

"I saw it, it looked very arrogant" Ming Jiutian had the first thought after looking at the giant sword inserted on the altar.

"Oh? Is there any basis for this? When the old man heard Ming Jiutian's answer, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Well, in fact, there is no basis, I feel it" Ming Jiutian pondered for a moment and said what he thought in his heart.

"Can you elaborate on that feeling?" The more the old man listened, the more interested he became, and he kept urging Ming Jiutian.

"First of all, when I saw this sword for the first time, it felt as if it wasn't a sword stuck there," Ming Jiutian frowned and said his truest feelings, and as he spoke, he didn't forget to look at the old man's reaction.

"Very good, continue" The old man immediately smiled after hearing Ming Jiutian's words, and stretched out his withered hand to stroke his beard.

"And then there seems to be a very arrogant feeling, it's like..."Ming Jiutian scratched his head as he said, and he didn't know how to describe that feeling for a while.

"Like what? Say it..."

The old man was very excited when he heard this, and grabbed Mingtian's hand as if he was eager to know something, and grabbed Mingtian's hand excitedly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"It's like there's a kind of invincible, self-respecting, invincible pride in the world" Yes, that's the feeling, this is the feeling that is most in line with the depths of my heart after watching it in Ming Jiutian, with this sword in hand, it seems that I can really dominate the world.

"Haha... Master, it's been 300,000 years, and I've been waiting for 300,000 years, old slave" After listening to Ming Jiutian's narration, the old man actually knelt on the ground with a thud, crying that was sad, and it was not too much to describe it by touching his chest.

This is... Are you stunned? The old man in front of him sometimes laughed and sometimes cried, but it startled Ming Jiutian.

After the old man screamed and grabbed the ground and suffered on the ground for a long time, he got up and wiped his tears, staring at Ming Jiutian as if he was looking at some kind of treasure, looking more or less obscene, seeing the old man's expression, he really scared Ming Jiutian, could this strange old man be?