Chapter 328 Xuanhu Sword
The hanging pot sword is more than a hundred feet high, still standing like a dark iron tower.
Ning Wuxie brought Xiao Qiuxian and Xuan'er to the palace, accompanied by Zhao Heng and Meng Cangran.
Meng Cangran had known about Xuan'er's pregnancy for a long time, and Ning Wuxie had kept in touch with them during the past six months.
However, Zhao Heng looked at Xuan'er's bulging belly with some curiosity, and was secretly surprised that she could still maintain such beauty and grace even though she was pregnant.
He is worthy of being a powerful person in the Immortal Realm...
On the contrary, there was another woman beside Ning Wuxie, a woman who was dressed honestly and plainly, but also plump and taller.
Ning Wuxie said that this was Xuan'er's sister, a mortal with no cultivation, but Zhao Heng didn't feel like it. This person had a noble and graceful temperament, as if she was a big shot.
"Master Ning, do you need me to ask someone to build a hut here for you to live in?"
Zhao Heng asked.
"I've heard that cultivators often use years to achieve enlightenment through visualization. Is it inconvenient for you to bring two girls with you..."
"Yes," Meng Cangran also said, "Once you meditate and meditate, it will be difficult to wake up. You won't even know that Miss Xuan'er has given birth."
He was familiar with Ning Wuxie, so he spoke frankly to persuade her.
"Don't worry, I'm just imagining it a little bit and see if I can gain anything."
"If I can feel something, then I will go back and wait until Xuan'er is born before I come back."
The excuse for his visit this time was to observe the Iron Tree to gain enlightenment. Zhao Heng and Meng Cangran didn't understand why observing this thing could lead to enlightenment, but it was understandable that the methods of enlightenment were all kinds of strange.
Meng Cangran said, "That's good, then you can do it now..."
Ning Wuxie nodded, "Well, I plan to start now."
Meng Canran looked at Zhao Heng, who also nodded, and they both turned and walked out.
They also cleared out all the servants and guards in the back garden to ensure that nothing would disturb Ning Wuxie.
Only Ning Wuxie and three others were left in front of the Xuanhu Sword.
Xiao Qiuxian looked up at the tall, dark iron pillars, with yearning in his eyes:
"Great Emperor Xuanchen, Xuanhu Divine Sword..."
"It's really unimaginable that this section, which looks like just the hilt of a sword, can be so tall."
Ning Wuxie looked at her, "Are you sure there won't be anything inside that we can't handle?"
"I'm not sure. I just infer that the world where the fragments of Heavenly Dao were born will not be more powerful than the Lingwu Continent."
Ning Wuxie nodded, and he accepted this inference.
"Then... let's go."
The three of them slowly stood up and flew towards the Xuanhu Sword. The dark iron pillar gradually filled the entire field of vision, and the rust and cracks on the sword's hilt gradually became clearly visible. Ning Wuxie felt a strange aura spreading from the crack in the sword hilt, as well as a hint of cold air, giving people a sense of pure chaos.
"It seems that the hilt of the sword exposed above the ground was the least damaged, and the blade buried deep in the ground may have been completely shattered." Xiao Qiuxian deduced, "Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Xuan Qin Palace to be safe and sound, but there is no danger in Qi'an City. The devil appears."
"Perhaps this demonic energy will also look after people's food, and they will not dare to intrude on the palace where a powerful person is sitting." Ning Wuxie said.
Xiao Qiuxian glanced at him and said, "Maybe."
Ning Wuxie looked at Xuan'er who was standing aside. There were howling sounds like a dense forest, and turbulent flows of energy blowing out from time to time.
Xuan'er raised a palm and slowly placed it on the sword.
In an instant, all the weird auras that the three of them could feel stopped, as if the devil had held its breath.
Xuan'er closed her eyes and drew in the breath of heaven.
Boom!
A whole hanging pot sword suddenly began to tremble violently, and the entire Xuan Qin Palace suddenly shook. The surrounding garden pavilions could not hold up for a moment and suddenly collapsed, and the fish in the pond jumped to the ground.
Because the Xuan Hu Sword is inserted thousands of miles underground in Qian City, even a slight shake can cause an earthquake in the entire Qian City!
Xiao Qiuxian couldn't help scolding, "Damn it, he still has to cause such a big fight after all!"
She had heard Ning Wuxie talk about taking Bai Zhu to steal the corpses of divine beasts from the Xuan Qin treasure house, so she had always hoped that the world inside the Xuan Hu Sword could be devoured like that without anyone noticing.
It's best to leave the divine sword here, they just need to steal the fragments of the way of heaven.
But now the earthquake has actually occurred. Not to mention that the three ancestors will definitely come, if we delay it for too long, Tianxu may also come!
The sound of a huge object falling to the ground sounded from above. Several people looked up and saw a piece of rusty skin that could be as big as a palace falling off and hitting several people.
Ning Wuxie raised his hand and struck a palm, and the stars shattered the rusty skin, turning it into brown fragments and dust all over the sky.
Three streams of light flew quickly from the direction of Yangshen Temple, and they were Zhao Xun and other three ancestors.
"Ning Wuxie! What are you doing?!"
Zhao Xun and others had naturally known about Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er's entry into the palace, but they had not discovered the cultivation of Xiao Qiuxian whose Qi was hidden by the Jueyun Negative Qi Formation.
Ning Wuxie glanced at him and ignored him.
"Stop it!"
Zhao Xun wanted to get closer, but suddenly something happened.
The black skin on the entire hanging pot sword began to fall off like a chain reaction. More than a thousand kilograms of stone-iron mixture and rust fell one after another, smashing the entire back garden to the ground.
Zhao Xun and the others quickly used their skills to resist.
"This is not the Xuanhu Sword!" Xiao Qiuxian exclaimed. Now she had to take action. She took out a small array plate and injected spiritual power. A thin film of green light covered the three people.
"Miss Jiang, just open the channel in the world of the sword. Don't let it enter your body!"
She reminded.
Xuan'er nodded. At this time, the iron sheet had fallen off and spread from top to bottom. Finally, in front of the three people, the black skin shell exploded, revealing the cloth wrapped on the hilt. The magic sword must have been enlarged in proportion. The white and yellowed cloth was several meters high and looked extremely ancient.
And as it came into contact with the air, the cloth turned into dust and drifted away in an instant.
A shocking vertical crack appeared on the hilt, making people feel that the hilt was about to be pierced. This crack was definitely not caused by the natural breakage of the magic sword, but a scar left ten thousand years ago!
Ning Wuxie felt vaguely that this blow seemed to chop off the palm of the sword holder, but at the critical moment, the hilt in the sword holder's hand rotated and blocked the blow with the hilt.
Who can have such swordsmanship? What kind of cruel fight? To crack the sword of Xuanchen Emperor, the first sword god of all ages? !
It's really chilling!
At this moment, the crack several feet high suddenly became dark, and the demonic energy and chaotic energy that had just disappeared suddenly gushed out from it!
At the same time, Ning Wuxie felt a familiar breath, which was the power of space fluctuations!
"The door is open!"