Chapter 389 You Are Really Here

Heavenly Desolate Continent respects swords, and pure swordsmanship is rare, let alone in this ancient battlefield.

Even though the ruins in front of him were left by the Sword Emperor, there are not many monks gathered here. At a glance along the coastline, there are probably thousands of people.

Strangely, most of the monks were standing a little farther from the coast, seeming to be afraid of this spiritual sea, whispering and pointing.

Su Zimo had limited knowledge of Daoshan Linghai, so he came to the crowd and listened carefully.

"Knife Emperor's means reach the sky and gather Qi into the sea. If you can cultivate in this spiritual sea, it must be very beneficial." In the crowd, a thin cultivator's eyes flickered and he pondered.

"Ha ha."

"How ignorant."

As soon as this person's voice fell, there was a burst of ridicule and ridicule in the crowd.

The face of the person who spoke at first flushed red, stretched his neck, and retorted, "Where did I say something wrong?"

"The spiritual energy in the spiritual sea is indeed rich and pure, but it is filled with endless sword energy, and it is sharp and sharp. When you enter the spiritual sea, you must bear the baptism of these sword energy!"

"Just your little body, you just stepped into the spiritual sea, and you died without waiting for a few steps!"

"Hey, since the ages, in this sea of ​​​​spirits, I don't know how many arrogant people have been buried. If you are not afraid of death, you can go in and try."

Su Zimo's eyes flashed with surprise.

No wonder there are marks left by sharp weapons on the reefs on the shore.

It turns out that in this spiritual sea, there is an endless existence of sword qi, and the cultivators with weak physical bodies can't bear it at all!

Too close to the coast, the sea is surging, a big wave hits, and people are involved, and I am afraid they will never come out again.

A monk said solemnly: "This is the test left by the Sword Emperor. If you want to get the inheritance, you have to cross the sea of ​​​​spirits in front of you and climb the mountain of swords!"

Su Zimo looked into the distance, and the Mountain of Knife stood at the end of the Linghai Sea. It was really far in the sky and out of reach.

"It's not easy."

The emaciated cultivator pointed towards the Mountain of Knife, arrogantly soaring to the sky, and said loudly, "I will wait for Yujian to fly into the sky. Although the Mountain of Knife is far away, I am afraid that I will not be able to reach it if I wait for day and night to move forward?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

One person shook his head and said, "If the test left by the Sword Emperor is so simple, how can only one person pass the test and get the inheritance from the ancient times?"

Before he finished speaking, a cultivator happened to arrive here in the distance, looking excited.

This person took out a spiritual saber from the storage bag, jumped up, stepped on the saber, used his spiritual power, and scolded lightly, "Ji!"

Whoosh!

This person turned into a streamer, crossed the sea of ​​​​spirits, and broke through the air in the direction of the mountain of knives.

Most of the monks in the crowd were mocking and sneering, as if they were waiting to see a joke.

Su Zimo knew in his heart that this matter might not be so simple.

Before thinking about it, the cultivator just came to the sky over the Linghai Sea, and his figure suddenly stopped, paused for a moment, and began to fall down.

No matter how this person tossed in midair and used his spiritual power, it would be of no use.

Before falling into the Spiritual Sea, he was swallowed by a wave from the sea.

"Ah...ah!"

This person floated up and down in the sea of ​​​​spirits, and occasionally a scream was heard, and after a while, he disappeared.

The sea was stained with a touch of blood, and the tide gradually faded.

Seeing this scene, the thin cultivator who initially threatened to fly across the Spirit Sea turned pale, his forehead sweated, and his breathing became much heavier.

Su Zimo was also secretly shocked.

This sea of ​​​​spirits is really killing people!

No wonder there are thousands of monks standing here, but no one dares to easily try to cross the Spirit Sea.

The monk next to him explained: "It is forbidden to fly over the Linghai Sea. Even if you cross it, you will fall into the sea."

"Playing these clever tricks in front of the emperor can only be asking for trouble." Another person sneered.

The skinny cultivator calmed down, and after a while, he asked again: "So, only the super sects of body refining like Liuli Palace and Bawang Palace can cross the sea of ​​​​spirits?"

"It doesn't matter what sect you are."

Another cultivator explained: "Only sword cultivators are qualified to cross the Spirit Sea. If other cultivators forcibly cross, they will only be strangled by the sword!"

"Yeah, I heard that there was a sword sect Tianjiao who came here, delusionally wanted to cross the spirit sea and challenge the majesty of the sword emperor. Before he walked 100 meters, he was stunned by the sword and buried in the spirit sea."

Hearing this, Su Zimo already had a general understanding of Daoshan Linghai.

First, it cannot be vacated.

Second, it must be a knife repair.

Third, only with a strong physical body can it be possible to withstand the baptism of the sword qi, cross the spirit sea, and pass the test left by the sword emperor.

That being said, he might actually try it.

At this moment, Su Zimo turned his eyes and landed on a dark reef on the coast.

There was a man sitting on it, dressed in a blood-colored robe, with a long knife lying on his knees, his eyes closed, his wet black hair was casually scattered, covering his face.

Thousands of monks, only this person dared to sit on the reefs on the coast, let the seawater wash by the shore, his clothes were already soaked, but he didn't realize it.

Behind this person, there are still more than a dozen corpses, some of which have apparently just fallen not long ago.

Looking at this person's back, Su Zimo felt as if he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember.

After pondering for a while, Su Zimo looked at a cultivator beside him and asked in a low voice, "Who is that blood-robed cultivator in front?"

"This is a tough character."

The monk next to him lowered his voice and whispered with some fear: "Have you seen the corpse behind him, they are all monks who wanted to cross the Linghai Sea. Because the starting point was too close to this person, he was directly killed by him!"

"Just because of this?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

For this reason alone, he started killing people, so this person is not just a ruthless character.

The cultivator pouted and said, "The Asura Sect demons kill, why do they need any reason."

"It's him!"

Su Zimo froze in his heart.

The monk next to him continued: "The devil of the Asura Sect has a great chance to cross the sea of ​​​​spirits and get the inheritance. I heard that the monk who received the inheritance of the Sword Emperor a thousand years ago belonged to the Asura Sect."

suddenly!

The blood-robed cultivator, who was sitting on the reef with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, stood up, slowly turned around, and looked in the direction of Su Zimo.

For such a top-notch expert, being seen for a while, must have a feeling in his heart.

What's more, in the moment just now, Su Zimo's mind fluctuated greatly, and there was a hint of hostility in his eyes.

Seeing the face of this person, Su Zimo no longer had any doubts in his heart.

The blood-robed cultivator was the devil child of the Asura Sect who fought against Su Zimo in the depths of the earth!

"Hehehehe..."

The blood-robed cultivator laughed, stared at Su Zimo, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he said slowly, "You really came, I've been waiting for a long time!"