Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Chapter 800 The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords! The dignity of the strong

Three thousand miles across the border of Daqin.

It's a deep valley, and you can't see the end of it.

Densely packed broken swords of remnant soldiers were stuck in the deep valley, some were rusty, some were full of cracks, some were already weathered, as if they would break at any time... and some were already petrified, integrating with the rock walls of the earth.

"This is the legendary [Sword Burial Valley]...it's really majestic."

Wang Ling stuck his head out and couldn't help but sigh.

Such a spectacular sight could not be seen in the capital.

"Be careful, do you think this is a visit to the vegetable market?"

At this moment, a tall man with bare chest and arms grabbed Wang Ling and prevented him from taking another step forward.

"Brother Xiong, what's wrong?" Wang Ling didn't understand.

"Do you know the origin of Sword Burial Valley?" Xiong Yier rolled his eyes at him and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Wang Ling shook his head blankly.

He only knew that the Sword Burial Valley was a wonder on the border. It was said that there were millions of swords hidden in it, countless to count.

As early as when he first entered the Demon-Suppressing Division, Wang Ling wanted to come over and have a look.

In recent days, Zhou Dao has been in seclusion, so he got free time and brought Xiong Yier over.

Xiong Yier and Xiong Yier are both Black Flag envoys and are under the command of True Lord Void, and they are also familiar with Wang Ling.

"This is an ancient battlefield." Xiong Yier said solemnly.

Three thousand years ago, the Great Ancestor of the Qin Dynasty was born, and the wind and clouds gathered together to see all the masters in the world, and he destroyed the Royal Family of the Great Zhou Dynasty with a devastating force.

Although the country is dead, the blood is still there.

Back then, the last bloodline of the Great Zhou royal family, who was just seven years old, was escorted by a great master out of the pass and fought all the way to the border.

Having said this, Xiong Yier was silent for a moment.

"This great master is astonishingly famous. During the years of Great Qin Taizu, he was considered one of the most powerful beings in the world..."

"The strongest existence!?" Wang Ling couldn't help but be moved.

Times create heroes. Three thousand years ago, it was an era when the bells and spirits gathered together and the ancient fortunes were unified.

In those years, I don’t know how many unparalleled masters have been created, and those who follow the Tao are endless.

How terrifying it would be to be called the strongest at that time.

"That great master is one of the last remaining elders of the Zhou royal family, and is known to the world as the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords."

"He killed all the way and was invincible. He killed many masters of the Qin Dynasty, including some of Qin Taizu's old friends."

"He escorted the bloodline of the Zhou royal family and killed his former friends. Qin Taizu was really angry and wanted to come in person..."

"However, he had already ascended to a great position at that time. He is no longer what he used to be. He has a high status. How could he come to kill him in person?" Xiong Yier said solemnly.

"On that day, two great masters came out of the capital and came to the outside of the fortress, blocking the way of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords."

"Could it be..." Wang Ling's heart moved slightly.

"Tiangang Disha!" Xiong Yier spit out two names.

They were the founders of the two major forces of controlling demons and suppressing demons, and they were also the two most terrifying masters around Taizu of Great Qin.

"Three people fought here, the color of the world changed, and everyone was shocked forever..." Xiong Yier's eyes were filled with deep awe.

Because of that battle, the terrain outside the border wall changed.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, whose strength is terrifying, can activate the world's magical weapons with just one thought.

Millions of divine soldiers are hidden here, almost overwhelming Tiangang Earthly Evil.

"This is where Sword Burial Valley comes from." Xiong Yier sighed.

Three thousand years have passed, and the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords has long since disappeared from the human world. Today, there are only a few people in the world who even remember him.

As for Tiangang Disha, it has become a legend passed down from word of mouth to the world.

But the millions of spells in the Sword Burial Valley were left behind.

"There are a lot of top-notch goods here, and brave monks often come here to hunt for treasures, hoping to find an amazing magic sword." Xiong Yier showed a knowing smile.

This is an extremely huge profit chain. The magic swords shipped out from the [Buried Sword Valley] are all of the highest quality and can be sold for large prices after changing hands several times.

"Why do you have to be so bold?" Wang Ling asked puzzledly.

Rumble…

Suddenly, there was an explosion.

Not far away, the flames soaring into the sky raised mushroom-like clouds, engulfing all the nearby monks.

There were endless screams. In the fierce sword light and flames, they all turned into white bones and stayed in the Sword Burial Valley forever, becoming the burial companions of these magic swords.

"Because of this." Xiong Yier pointed.

"The Endless Magic Sword, after three thousand years of transformation, some of its cores have long been broken. A slight touch will cause disaster..."

"Some are contaminated by the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and their killings are so severe that ordinary people cannot control them at all..."

"There are also some swords that are even more outrageous. They can even transform into human forms and confuse people's hearts..."

Xiong Yier shook his head. In short, making a living in Sword Burial Valley requires both strength, luck, and vision...

Those who want to break out of the world just because of good luck will stay here sooner or later.

"What? Are you tempted?" Xiong Yier looked at Wang Ling's eagerness to try and asked with a smile.

The Sword Burial Valley contains endless magic swords, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and even Taoist weapons... everything is available, but the harvest depends on personal fate.

Buzz…

Suddenly, a sharp sword light shot up into the sky, the sky swayed, and the red flame turned into a firebird, spreading its wings and flying high, and the flaming wind blew through the deep valley.

"That's... the best spiritual sword." Xiong Yier's expression changed slightly.

The ultimate spiritual sword, this is already the top among many magic swords.

After all, only top-grade spiritual swords and Taoist tools can stabilize the pressure at one end, and not everyone can meet such treasures.

"Flame Bird Sword...hahaha...not bad, not bad!"

The ear-splitting laughter echoed throughout the world, attracting envious glances.

The shadow of the fire bird holding up the sky disappeared, and a young man in rich clothes stood in the void, holding a long red sword in his hand, but it was infected with true flames and burned endlessly.

"Senior Brother Wei is invincible."

Waves of cheers suddenly rang out, deafening.

"Wei Tianya!? What a bad luck." Xiong Yier raised his eyes, saw the figure clearly, and immediately his face darkened.

"let's go."

"Brother Xiong, who is he?"

"You'd better stay away from the little bastard under True Lord Jiuyao," Xiong Yier reminded.

Nowadays, the grudge between the newly promoted Sword Lord Dawn and True Lord Jiu Yao has long been an open secret in the Demon Suppressing Division. Even Lord Void is regarded as the opposite of True Lord Jiu Yao, and the atmosphere is extremely tense.

"Xiong Yier, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

At this moment, a burst of light laughter came from behind.

The fire was like a sword, and in the blink of an eye, Wei Wuya controlled the [Flame Bird Sword] at a speed almost ten times faster than usual, directly blocking their way.

"So fast!" Xiong Yier's expression changed slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

The ultimate spiritual sword is indeed extraordinary. Wei Wuya has just mastered it, but his strength has improved so obviously.

"Old Xiong, are you leaving without saying hello? Why don't you come and taste this new magic sword I got?"

Wei Wuya held the [Flaming Bird Sword] in his hand, his arrogance was ready to come out, and his eyebrows were filled with incomparable frivolity.

In the past, the strength between him and Xiong Yier was only about the same, but now, with the help of this top-quality spiritual sword in his hand, they can hold the pressure firmly without any suspense.

"What luck." Xiong Yier curled his lips, feeling mixed in his heart.

Who wouldn’t want such a spiritual sword?

"Luck is also a part of strength..." Wei Wuya smiled slightly, and suddenly, his eyes fell on Wang Ling next to him.

"Huh!? A subordinate of Lord Dawn Sword!?"

Wei Wuya looked at the bright small sword mark at the corner of Wang Ling's clothes, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.

"Old Xiong, if you get involved with this kind of thing, I'm afraid you won't have the same luck as me in this life."

"What did you say?" Xiong Yier's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice.

"What? You still dare to fight with me now?"

As he spoke, Wei Wuya shook the [Flame Bird Sword] in his hand. The cold light shone like fire, and the powerful pressure made everyone present feel suffocated and frightened.

"Old Xiong, only with great strength can you speak loudly. Please speak softer in front of me from now on." Wei Wuya sneered.

"you……"

Xiong Yier's face turned red and he was about to have an attack.

"Hahaha, interesting, really interesting. Stupid humans always like to fight among themselves."

At this moment, a burst of wild laughter suddenly sounded.

In an instant, streams of light intertwined and flooded from the sky, turning into a large net covering more than 500 miles.

"Demon Sect!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, terrifying auras rose into the sky, and his spiritual thoughts were so powerful that they locked onto everyone present.

The group of masters who suddenly appeared were wearing black armor, carrying long swords on their backs, and had a mark like a black lotus between their eyebrows.

"The Black Lotus Guards of the Demon Sect... Oops, run!"

When everyone saw this, their hearts sank.

The Black Lotus Guards are the top guards of the Demon Sect. Their members are all top-notch masters. After life-and-death battles, they have undergone numerous selections and are personally trained by lord-level experts.

Once such well-trained and terrifying weapons appear, it is almost a disaster.

When an ordinary expert encounters him, there is no possibility of escape.

Buzz…

Almost immediately, Wei Wuya controlled the [Flame Bird Sword] and turned it into a beam of fire, rising into the sky like a meteor, and was about to escape from this place.

"Senior Brother Wei, you...you don't care about us?"

Wei Wuya's men all shouted, showing signs of despair.

Facing the Black Lotus Guards, Wei Wuya's first thought was of course self-protection. He had just obtained the [Flame Bird Sword] and had not yet shown off his skills, so how could he die here.

"It's really stupid. You're like a turtle in a jar. You still want to escape?"

A Demon Sect woman sneered, her red lips were like fire, her hands were in seals, her slender jade fingers were shaking like phantoms, the French net in the sky suddenly shrank, and thunder fell down.

Rumble…

The thunderbolts were swift and furious, dozens of times in a row, and finally captured Wei Wuya's figure.

"ah……"

Wei Wuya screamed, and the true flame sword light protecting his body suddenly shattered, and thick black smoke rose from his body and fell from a very high altitude.

"Senior Brother Wei..."

Everyone looked up at the falling Wei Wuya, and their hearts instantly sank to the bottom.

Even Wei Wuya, who possesses the best spiritual sword, cannot escape, so what hope do they have?

"What a waste of this top-quality spiritual sword." The red-lipped woman chuckled.

"Stop messing around with these losers, kill them all."

The leading man said solemnly, his eyes were cold, and there was a deep scar on the back of his hand. He just stood there without feeling angry or intimidating.

As soon as she finished speaking, the red-lipped woman did not dare to neglect, and the sky net lowered, carrying the power of thunder, she wanted to strangle everyone here.

The appearance in front of me was like a fallen fly swatter.

"I haven't had time to go shopping yet. It's not good for you to spoil the fun."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice resounded throughout the world, and then, a figure slowly walked out from among the crowd.

"Wang...Wang Ling...what do you want to do?"

Xiong Yier looked at Wang Ling who was standing in front of him, his eyes trembling, with a look of confusion on his face.

Rumble…

At this moment, a terrifying aura soared into the sky from Wang Ling's body. In a trance, it was like a great sun rising across the sky. It was unparalleled and bright, and it actually tore apart the falling thunder net.

The violent lightning danced wildly, like wind and clouds, shaking the deep valley.

The world seemed to fall into deathly silence, and the horrified eyes fell on Wang Ling one after another.

"He...he...is this his strength!?" Xiong Yier was stunned.

He originally thought that Wang Ling was just a new member of the Demon Suppression Division, a dazed young man, and he always treated him as a newcomer.

Who would have thought that this kid would have such terrifying power hidden in his body, and his heart would be filled with anger at a single thought.

"What's going on with Sword Lord Dawn's lineage? Why are the ones who just came in so fierce?"

Xiong Yier was stunned, almost unable to control himself.

"Then...is that Wang Ling who is under Liming Jianjun's command?"

"It seems that he joined the Demon Suppression Division not long ago. He was just promoted to the Black Flag Envoy not long ago. I heard that he still went through the back door."

"You've got your brain kicked. How can you still use the back door with this kind of strength? You're used to being cheated on, aren't you?"

"Oh my god, his strength is so terrifying? Everyone in this lineage is a pervert."

At this moment, all the masters from the Demon Suppressing Division looked at Wang Ling with something wrong in their eyes, and there was deep awe in their shock.

Even Wei Wuya couldn't help but show a strange look. He held the Flame Bird Sword and gradually felt a sense of powerlessness.

The aura that Wang Ling had just erupted even made him feel scared for a moment.

"I didn't expect that the Demon Suppression Division would have a master!" Xiao Jiuhan touched the scar on his arm, and his slightly narrowed eyes finally became sharp.

He seemed to find something interesting.

"Just the momentum broke my [Thunder French Open]!?" The red-lipped woman frowned slightly, and she no longer felt as relaxed and content as before.

"Kill him. If you lose, you don't have to come back." Xiao Jiuhan said calmly.

"As you command!"

The pretty face of the red-lipped woman trembled slightly, and she slowly walked out.

"Expert of the Demon Suppression Department, since you are so strong, I will meet you."

The red-lipped woman stood high in the sky, her terrifying aura befitting her petite figure.

At this moment, all the masters of the Demon Suppressing Division had placed their hopes on Wang Ling, and even Wei Wuya cast hopeful glances at him.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, in order to survive at this moment, he wanted Wang Ling to be strong enough.

"I'm not trying to show off."

At this moment, Wang Ling's words caused everyone to fall into silence again, and doubts gradually filled their faces.

"Um!?"

"As a strong man, how can you allow a battle to remain unfinished!?"

"Life or death determines the outcome. Didn't you fight him just now? You continue..."

Wang Ling turned around suddenly, waved his hand and pointed at Wei Wuya with a snap of his fingers.

"You fight to the death, and we will come again."

Wang Ling looked sincere and sincere, giving Wei Wuya the respect and dignity of a strong man.

Wei Wuya froze on the spot, unable to recover for a moment. However, when he felt the hostile gaze of the red-lipped woman, his face finally turned livid.

"Wang Ling, you ride on the horse..."