"What if I refuse?"

Ling Xiao looked at the honest uncle and said coldly.

"If you don't agree, you'll die!"

The honest uncle was filled with murderous intent.

His true cultivation was revealed, and he turned out to be a sixth-level god general, a genuine mid-level godly powerhouse.

Although I don’t know why he chose to get involved with Ling Xiao.

But the vision is really good.

"Haha, senior is really very arrogant, that's all, if I'm not as strong as you, I'll just get by!"

Ling Xiao sneered, murderous intent already arising in his heart.

But there is no need for him to fight with the opponent here. This place is too cramped, and he doesn't know what mechanism the battle will trigger.

For him, there are many ways to kill the opponent.

After saying that, he walked onto one of the bridges and passed smoothly.Μ.

Everyone looked surprised when they saw it. Ling Xiao was really lucky.

Or does he really need to know the safe route?

The honest uncle walked to the bridge, but hesitated.

Then he suddenly grabbed a person and threw him on the bridge to let him pass.

The man also passed safely.

Only then did he feel relieved and step onto the bridge.

However, at this time, he heard Ling Xiao's cold voice: "If you didn't threaten me, you wouldn't die.

You can go today."

As his voice fell, a terrifying force suddenly appeared on the bridge, directly trapping the honest uncle.

The terrifying pressure kept squeezing, as if it was going to be completely crushed.

"Asshole, let me out!"

The honest uncle shouted.

"Let you out? Dream!"

Ling Xiao sneered, turned around, and entered the fourth door.

But the honest uncle was finally squeezed to pieces and died tragically on the spot.

What about the powerful mid-level gods?

In front of Ling Xiao, who knew formations and sacred patterns, he was still vulnerable in a place like this.

In fact, Ling Xiao had already figured out that if he wanted to enter the Sword God Palace, two conditions must be met.

First, you must have the sword god’s mind;

Secondly, you need to be proficient in formations or sacred patterns.

It is useless for others to come. If you can turn back, you can still save your life. Otherwise, you will die without knowing how.

Even if Ling Xiao doesn't count on that guy, he probably won't live long.

As for the others, it is useless to follow him. It is estimated that he does not care, but the sacred patterns and formations behind are becoming more and more complex, and it is no longer possible to pass simply relying on the guidance of spiritual thoughts.

You must have certain attainments in formations or holy patterns.

Where Ling Xiao can pass safely, others may not be able to pass safely.

Along the way, many people gave up and many died.

The reality is so cruel.

Some things don't belong to you, but if you insist on getting them by force, it will only increase the risk.

No matter what price you pay, it is normal.

Finally, Ling Xiao arrived at the core of the Sword God Palace.

Here, there are countless swords floating in the void.

Some are thick and huge;

Some are as thin as cicada wings;

Some are fierce and evil;

Some are all-encompassing.

This is a sword paradise!

The world of swords!

No more, no less, exactly ten thousand swords!

At this time, many people were already sitting under the sword, comprehending and practicing.

These people may have arrived much earlier than Ling Xiao.

Maybe a year, maybe a few months.

There are about a thousand people.

There are still many swords left, so there is no need to worry.

At this time, several people came in from behind through many dangers.

That Feng Ming actually succeeded.

This man actually had a broken sword fragment on his body.

Ling Xiao witnessed with his own eyes the broken sword fragments flying out directly, blending into the Ten Thousand Swords, and disappearing.

"Could it be that my guess is correct? The Sword God is really not dead. He left the possibility of resurrecting himself on the day of divine interpretation.

Those ten thousand divine swords and countless broken sword fragments should be the key to resurrection.

I just don’t know how many fragments can revive him?”

Ling Xiao felt that all the fragments were not needed.

Sword God is not that stupid. If you need all of them, the difficulty is too high.

It is estimated that more than half of them can be resurrected.

But this has little to do with him.

He is now very concerned about what he can get here.

Those who came in later than him have already gone to practice under the sword.

Ling Xiao did not move.

He discovered an interesting thing. Among the crowd, there were also people who had obtained the Sword God's Divine Mind.

However, these divine thoughts remained intact and were automatically absorbed by the Ten Thousand Swords.

Only the divine thought he obtained was directly refined by him, and it no longer contained the consciousness of the sword god.

They all became his own memories.

Without the help of Yuan Zun, he would not have succeeded.

I'm afraid even the Sword God wouldn't have thought of this.

Perhaps it was because he had perfectly devoured the divine mind of the Sword God that all these ten thousand divine swords felt extremely close to him.

It was as if he thought he was the God of Sword himself.

"This is really an unexpected gain!"

Ling Xiao smiled and walked forward.

Wan Jian automatically avoids it.

Make way for him.

At a certain moment, a ray of light suddenly enveloped Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao disappeared from among the thousands of swords.

No one noticed this, because everyone was busy practicing.

There are too many surprises in Ten Thousand Swords.

"What is this place?"

Ling Xiao looked around in shock.

This actually looks like a training room.
To be continued...