The snow fluttered, and two white-clothed figures loomed in the wind and snow.

The Lonely Emperor got up and looked at the two figures with a somewhat bitter expression, "I thought I could sincerely bless it, but when I really faced it, I still couldn't be as casual as I imagined!"

"I'm still overestimating myself, but the only thing I know for sure is that I'll be lonely after losing you!" the Lonely Emperor gripped the sword in his hand tightly and released it.

With an indifferent smile, the Lonely Emperor stood in the wind and snow like this, letting the fluttering snow dye his long hair as black as the night.

The white clothes were like frost, Mu Chen's long hair was originally white, and there was a rare hint of a smile in his eyes when he looked at Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue.

With a gust of cloudy wind, Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, grabbed the wine jug and pointed at the snow-covered ice road next to him, and chuckled: "You say, if you and I go down that ice road, will we be old?"

"White-headed and old?" Qianchuan Xue looked stunned, her eyes fell on the ice road from afar, and the sight was the dancing snow floc, "It will be dyed white!"

"I really don't know how to be amorous!" Ye Chen muttered, grabbed the wine jug and continued to look up to the sky and take a long sip.

Hearing this, Qianchuan Xue glanced at Ye Chen without interest, when did this guy know how to say some words?

In Qianchuan Xue's opinion, the thing that this guy knows the most is to dye that ice road red.

The tranquility after the killing is always peaceful, Qianchuan Xue closed her eyes slightly, letting the snow fall on herself, enjoying the baptism of the wind and snow.

At the entrance of the wine, its slightly bitter taste spread, lingering in Ye Chen's mouth, Ye Chen turned his head and looked at Qianchuan Xue's beautiful face.

The falling green silk blocked Qianchuan Xue's side face, but it couldn't hide the snow-like temperament, and it didn't eat the incense in the world.

The wind blew, rolling up the falling green silk, the green silk fluttered, Ye Chen clearly saw the perfect arc at the corner of Qianchuan Xue's mouth, revealing a confident and reserved grace.

Qian Chuanxue, who had her eyes slightly closed, turned her head in vain, her beautiful eyes opened, and a trace of a smile flashed quietly, looking straight at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen immediately turned his head and continued to look at the dark sky, drinking alone.

A smile appeared on the corners of Qianchuan Xue's mouth, and she had noticed that the guy next to her was peeking.

Qianchuan Xue's smile fell into Ye Chen's eyes, which made Ye Chen annoyed for a while, and muttered in his heart: "What is my weak heart, look at my own woman who can use my weak heart!"

Thinking of this, Ye Chen turned his head again, stared straight at Qianchuan Xue's face that was enough to subvert the common people, and said without coming: "Do you want to take a few sips, hometown wine!"

The light smell of wine spread, and Qian Chuanxue took the wine jug in Ye Chen's hand, and the smell of wine was wrapped around the tip of his nose.

Encouraged by Ye Chen's gaze, Qianchuan Xue grabbed the wine jug and took a sip, its slightly bitter taste spreading in her mouth.

Qian Chuanxue handed the wine jug to Ye Chen, just caught a glimpse of a smile on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and then suddenly realized something, this guy also drank with this wine jug before, isn't this an indirect kiss?

Qianchuan Xue glanced at Ye Chen angrily, lowered her head deeply, her weak shoulders trembled slightly, this guy!

With a smile, Ye Chen took the wine jug, not minding that Qianchuan Xue had touched the wine jug before, and continued to drink it for a long time with his eyes in the sky, the sound of his wine was clearly audible, and it reached Qianchuan Xue's ears. The snow fluttered, Ye Chen chuckled and smiled, he found that he had a kind of evil taste, and he liked to make fun of Qianchuan Xue.

During his time in Lonely City, he didn't do this kind of thing.

After a while, most of the minor injuries on everyone's bodies recovered, and their thick true qi swirled in everyone's bodies, and spatial ripples emerged one after another.

Putting away the wine jug, Ye Chen turned around, looked around, and said, "Let's go!"

Bang bang! A strong aura came out, although the Sword Tomb was extremely terrifying, but its horror did not scare everyone, but caused everyone's inner war intent.

Looking up, Ye Chen looked at the illusory gate hanging high in the sky, his figure was slightly silent, he took a step forward, and his figure immediately burst out: "Go!"

Dozens of sword lights shot up into the sky, and were finally swallowed up by the Illusory Gate without a single wave.

The dead and silent Frozen Insect Tomb immediately collapsed, turning into a spatial turbulence, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

Stepping into the second layer of the Sword Tomb, its earth-shattering murderous aura rushed to his face, followed by the vicissitudes of life.

Beneath the gray sky was a dark mountain range, with undulating mountains and nameless tombstones standing on the undulating peaks, and the air of dead silence permeated it.

These tombstone disks are all inserted with a sword weapon, and the earth-shattering murderous aura permeates these sword weapons, obviously these sword weapons are stained with the blood of countless living beings, so that the murderous aura is overflowing.

From afar, this is a complete cemetery, where swordsmen are buried, and swords are also buried.

As soon as he stepped into this place, a depressing aura hovered in the hearts of everyone.

Ye Chen stood in the first place, his gaze fell on the tombstone in the distance, this tombstone seemed to have stood for a long time, and the carved lines on it were blown away by the wind.

However, Ye Chen felt a trace of fluctuation on his tombstone, a trace of fluctuation of breath, and this trace of aura contained the exercises of the Sword God Sect.

"Those buried in these tombs are the disciples of the Sword God Sect!" Ye Chen's heart sank slightly, and his soul power spread out like a tide, covering the area of the white and white space, and these fluctuations were almost the same.

The mountain wind swept up the withered yellow weeds, and the weeds were one after another, trying to bury the sword weapon that stood tall, and fell on it, and a crisp sword groan sounded, which was just the beginning, and this sword groan led to a wave of high sword groans.

The sound of these converging sword sounds echoed above the Nine Heavens, stirring up spatial ripples.

Xianxu and the others' expressions immediately became vigilant, and their eyes swept back and forth over the surrounding graves.

"Alas!" Ye Chen sighed slightly, in the sound of the sword, he heard an inexplicable sadness, the sword was there, but the swordsman was not, what a loneliness it was.

The once powerful man has now turned into a wisp of loess and has been buried here for a long time, and only the sword weapon of the past is accompanying them.

Qing Jue, Feng Ge and the others also noticed the difference in those graves, and a lonely look jumped between their eyebrows, here are buried the predecessors of the Sword God Gate, those who hold swords, throw their heads, and spill their blood to protect the Martial God Continent.

In the stunned gaze of the Lonely Emperor and the others, Qing Jue, Han Jian and the others suddenly bowed to the dense sword tomb in front of them and bowed as disciples.

Xianxu and Xianluo also realized the special features of these tombs, and the seven martial artists, including Xianluo, ignored the so-called arrogance of the martial arts realm martial artists, and also bowed down.

Seeing this, the Lonely Emperor and others became more and more endless, who were buried in these graves?

"Hundreds of years of loneliness, a moment of brilliance, for thousands of years, who would have remembered!" Ye Chen muttered, the four inherited objects in his unicorn ring shook slightly, and the clansmen of the four ancient clans had also been buried here.

A depressing atmosphere permeated, and he was the first to speak: "Who is buried here?"

"Some ancestors!" Ye Chen said lightly, his tone was not wavering: "The second layer of the Sword Tomb, the Immortal Sword Tomb!"

The sword finger was raised, and Ye Chen pointed to the long ancient road and the graves lined up and said, "Follow this ancient road, there will be a sword pillar about three thousand meters!"

"Just like the Frozen Insect Tomb, there are also several sword pillars in the Immortal Sword Tomb, the difference is that there are only three sword pillars here!" The breath given by the Life and Death Jiaolong was extremely detailed, Ye Chen pondered for a moment, and continued: "There is no Zerg here, but there is a group of swordsmen who have lost their minds, maybe these warriors were once powerful men, but they were buried here after all, and finally crawled out of the tomb and wandered in the Immortal Sword Tomb!" The strength of these martial artists is extremely terrifying, comparable to half-step martial arts, and there are many martial artists comparable to the martial arts realm. These warriors are also known as the Inscription Swordsman, and although they have lost their will, their martial arts have become the instinct of the body!"

Saying this, Ye Chen's right hand poked out of his sleeve, and its silver flame danced in his fingertips, like flowing water, circulating, and finally transformed into a phantom, which was the pattern of the entire Immortal Sword Tomb.

Seeing this, the eyes of the Lonely Emperor and the others all changed slightly, and the biggest reason why they were able to break through the Frozen Insect Tomb so easily was that they had detailed information, so they could formulate a strategy, which showed the importance of information.

It's just that Shanquan didn't expect that the emperor who had never stepped into the sword tomb actually had a pattern of the immortal sword tomb.

The reincarnation flames were churning, the mountain path, the mountain peaks and the mountain rocks were clearly visible, Ye Chen pointed to one of the blood-red places, "This is the blood pool, and the sword pillar is standing in the blood pool!"

"And beside the blood pool, there are nearly a hundred sword masters, and the strength of eight of them is comparable to the martial arts realm!"

"Although these swordsmen still have the sword style in front of them, but the swordsman who has lost his mind, the sword is not a sword!" Ye Chen said lightly, trying to introduce it as clearly as possible.

"In addition, it is also worth noting that these sword masters must be killed in the blood pool, otherwise they will not be killed!" Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, his aura was completely constricted, with Ye Chen's super perception, he could feel the existence of a blood pool, as well as the monstrous blood qi contained in the blood pool. This pool of blood absorbed the murderous aura circulating on the sword weapons next to the tombstone all the time, so this gathering of such a terrifying bloody aura.

"Can't be killed?" Immortal Void Sword raised his eyebrows slightly, what kind of concept is this, could it be that if the head is cut off, these inscription swordsmen can still survive?

"Even if they are bombarded to pieces, according to the rules of the Immortal Sword Tomb, these Inscription Swordsmen will reappear!" Ye Chen reminded: "Therefore, when you kill the Inscription Sword Maker, the most important thing is to kill them in the blood pool!"

"So everyone, how to introduce the sword master into the blood pool is also a skill!" As Ye Chen's words fell, its reincarnation flames churned again, forming a miniature version of the pattern, with a sword pillar that reached the sky standing on it, and a blood pool more than a hundred zhang wide below it, wild grass growing wildly around it, and scattered tombstones. Ye Chen opened his eyes and pointed to the tombstone, "Although there is no terrifying sword formation in the Immortal Sword Tomb, there is also potential danger. Among the graves around this, some of the corpses have become inscribed swordsmen, and once these inscribed swordsmen are alarmed, they will crawl out of the graves!" Saying this, Ye Chen sighed slightly, and looked at the graves in the distance with a complicated expression, but the ancestors of the Sword God Sect were buried in these graves.

And these inscription swordsmen are also the ancestors of the Sword God Sect, these were once powerful men, but they have become inscription swordsmen who have now lost their will.

"Why the hell, even if you die, you have to be willing to become a sword master!" With the change of Ye Chen's sword finger, its reincarnation flame rose again, transforming into a new pattern map, on which was a dilapidated palace, with broken walls piled up.

Its four stone pillars are extremely prominent, and in the dilapidated palace, a sword pillar of more than 100 zhang stands on it.

Ye Chen pointed to the stone pillars around him and said in a deep voice: "These four sword pillars constitute a sword array, therefore, if we want to enter the palace to destroy the sword pillars, the first step is to destroy the sword array!"

Immediately, Ye Chen introduced some questions, tried to explain the details needed very clearly, and even listed some assumptions.

Xianluo had to admit that Ye Chen was extremely rigorous in doing things, which could be seen from his handling of details.

There was silence, and everyone was immersed in Ye Chen's introduction, some of them frowned, and some of them looked pensive.

Ye Chen continued to stare at the tombs around him, paying attention to those sword weapons, especially the murderous aura circulating above them.

"I don't know if it's going to work, but you can try it!" Ye Chen whispered, closing his eyes, and his soul power rolled out, enveloping an area of more than a hundred zhang. He could clearly feel the wisps of murderous aura, which were extremely piercing.

After everyone got used to the environment of the Immortal Sword Tomb, Ye Chen turned around and said, "Life and Death Jiaolong, this time you lead the team first, and take everyone to destroy the first sword pillar first!" "I lead the team?" Life and death Jiaolong looked stunned, he didn't expect Ye Chen to hand over the leadership of the team to himself?

Shanquan and Xianluo and the others all raised their eyebrows slightly, what is this guy going to do.

"Hmm!" Ye Chen said lightly: "After destroying the sword pillar, wait for me by the blood pool for a while!"

"Really let me lead the team?" Seeing Ye Chen's serious expression, the Life and Death Jiaolong didn't seem to be nonsense, and then chuckled: "***, Old Dragon, I have long wanted to command these humble humans!"

"Let's go! all move for me, and destroy that bullshit sword pillar with my old dragon!"

After the previous incident of the Frozen Insect Tomb, whether it was Xianluo, Shanquan and others, they no longer resisted Ye Chen's words, but let the Life and Death Jiaolong lead the team, several people still felt that something was wrong for a while.

"Five generations are not going?" said Xianxu with a slight puzzlement.

"I'll be there in a moment!" After speaking, Ye Chen directly closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

The dragon of life and death kept urging everyone to move, and although Xianluo and the others were unwilling, they still got up.

Mu Chen and Qianchuan Xue also got up and followed most of them, and at the same time, Ye Chen also sent out the Heavenly Dao and the Hungry Ghost Dao to protect Qianchuan Xue's safety, leaving only the Hell Dao and humanity.

It wasn't until after everyone's figures disappeared that Ye Chen opened his eyes, looked at the tombs around him, and muttered: "The success or failure of the Divine Killing Body is in this Immortal Sword Tomb, I hope you don't disappoint me!"