#512 - Sword mountain, sword sea, thousands of swords pointing there!

Chapter 512: Sword Mountain, Sword Sea, Swords Pointing!

The twelfth level of Demon God Mountain.

This is a small secret realm, with only a huge mountain range as far as the eye can see.

This mountain is extremely peculiar, the entire peak resembling a sharp sword piercing the sky, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Not only that, but countless spirit swords are densely inserted upside down on the mountain, and an incomparably desolate ancient aura assaults the senses.

At this moment, a figure is carefully walking among the sword mountains, carefully examining every flying sword around.

This person is Long Aotian.

Because he was familiar with the thirteenth level, although he suffered some injuries, he still came to the upper level without any danger.

"Legend has it that the Demon God has a natal flying sword that reaches the nine heavens above and the netherworld below, with infinite power. Could it be on this sword mountain?"

Long Aotian looked at the vast sea of swords, his eyes flashing with incomparable excitement.

If this is the case, being able to obtain the Demon God's natal flying sword would be worth the trip!

It's just that there are too many swords here, numbering in the hundreds of millions, and each one has a dim spiritual light, as if some kind of restriction has been applied, making it impossible to see through the truth from the surface.

Long Aotian cursed inwardly, how could he find so many spirit swords?

Let alone a year, even a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years might not be enough to find the real thing!

Long Aotian recalled the situation recorded in the ancient books of the Dragon Clan, searching in the vast sea of swords, when suddenly his eyes lit up, staring at a green flying sword that only showed half of its blade.

"This flying sword looks a bit like…"

Long Aotian didn't hesitate, and immediately flashed forward, his right hand turned into a dragon claw and directly grasped the hilt, pulling it out with a sudden jerk.

Clang!

This sword was actually pulled out effortlessly.

Long Aotian immediately showed joy, and was about to cast a spell to investigate, when suddenly his expression changed drastically.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Seemingly because of his actions, the surrounding sword mountains suddenly began to tremble violently, and hundreds of millions of flying swords on the sword mountain were pulled out and floated in the air, the sword tips rotating and pointing at Long Aotian, who was holding the green spirit sword.

Didn't he just pull out a sword, why did they all come out?

The terrifying sword energy gathered into one, condensing on the sword mountain, pressing down on Long Aotian so hard that he could hardly breathe.

At this moment, Long Aotian was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

With such terrifying sword pressure, let alone himself, even his old man or the patriarch would not be able to resist, and would probably suffer the pain of ten thousand swords piercing his body, and his body and soul would be destroyed.

Long Aotian's thoughts raced, and with quick eyes and hands, he inserted the green spirit sword back into its original place.

In an instant, the surrounding floating spirit swords seemed to have lost their target, and after a slight pause, they also returned to their original positions.

Long Aotian wiped the cold sweat from his head and breathed a long sigh of relief.

But he cursed in his heart.

Is this Demon God sick?

Who can stand this? If you don't want to give it, just say it!

If any mistake in finding it would trigger all the spirit swords, he would probably die hundreds of times before he could find the real thing!

Not to mention taking the spirit sword out of this secret realm!

Just now, he didn't even have time to explore whether the green spirit sword was real before he quickly put it back. In fact, if his movements were a second slower, he would have been unable to escape death!

Just as Long Aotian was struggling whether to continue searching or simply wait here for the end of Demon God Mountain, a portal suddenly opened in the void, and a graceful figure flew out, it was Feng'e.

Seeing the person coming, Long Aotian was slightly stunned, and then the corners of his mouth curled up in a sinister smile.

When he was being chased by Qin Qipeng, this woman stood by and watched as an ally. He had been holding this breath for a long time, and thought he would not have a chance to vent it, but he didn't expect her to come to this level too!

After slightly adjusting her state, Feng'e finally recovered from the terrifying pressure of the Demon God's steps, and then began to look around the environment.

Seeing the sword-like mountain peaks, Feng'e also showed a surprised expression, and then her beautiful eyes flowed, noticing the black shadow in the sea of swords, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Xiao'e, you're here too!"

Long Aotian took the initiative to fly up to greet her, smiling, as cordial as an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Feng'e showed a vigilant look, there were only two of them here, and Long Aotian's cultivation was higher than hers, it was hard to guarantee that this guy wouldn't do something crazy.

This guy has a criminal record.

However, Feng'e was not too afraid of this, after a hundred years of cultivation, plus obtaining the Fire Spirit this time, her strength had made great progress. Although she couldn't beat Long Aotian, she could still protect herself without any problems.

Long Aotian obviously understood this, in fact, he was severely injured by Qin Qipeng last time, and he has not fully recovered until now. If he really fought, the outcome would be unknown.

"Xiao'e, why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that I will attack you?" Long Aotian looked sincere: "I have long since turned over a new leaf, and besides, I have a deep affection for you, how could I bear to hurt you!"

Feng'e wanted to vomit when she heard this.

Turned over a new leaf?

Who would believe it!

"A dog can't change eating shit!" Feng'e dropped a sentence and flew straight towards the sword mountain below, not wanting to pay attention to this guy at all.

Long Aotian stared at Feng'e's graceful and exquisite figure, and was furious in his heart.

He, a dignified Dragon Clan, was actually said by this woman to be a dog that can't change eating shit!

He realized that since he was defeated by Qin Qipeng, everyone dared to step on him!

However, he did not act immediately, but narrowed his eyes, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and silently followed behind.

Feng'e flew around the sword mountain, with a thoughtful look between her eyebrows, and muttered: "Could it be that the Demon God's natal flying sword is hidden here?"

There was no reason why she couldn't think of what Long Aotian could think of.

Everyone is one of the ten great royal families, and they know about the Demon God's situation about the same.

"You guessed right, the Demon God's natal flying sword is hidden here, but there are too many spirit swords here, and it takes a lot of effort to find it. I was just worrying about it, and you came just in time!"

Long Aotian flew over and suggested: "Why don't you and I each search half of it, and whoever finds it is lucky, and we will never fight for it, how about it?"

Feng'e was vigilant in her heart, knowing that this guy definitely had no good intentions, but it seemed that this was the only way for now, so she nodded slightly: "Alright!"

A flash of evil light flashed in Long Aotian's eyes, and he pointed to the left: "You search this side, and the other side is mine!"

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, eighteen dark array flags suddenly flashed in the air, standing in the air, quickly sealing off the surroundings.

Feng'e was immediately shocked and shouted: "What do you want to do!"

Long Aotian waved his hand and said: "Don't be nervous, I'm afraid that these flying swords will escape and fly away after they are pulled out. This is to prevent accidents. This is Demon God Mountain, anything can happen. You don't want to lose the treasure you get, do you? Besides, this is a world of its own, you and I can't leave without finding an exit. It doesn't matter if I add another formation!"

Feng'e thought about it and didn't care too much, she flashed to a crimson spirit sword and reached out to grasp the hilt.

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