Chapter 4344: Sword Tomb land, leeks gathered

Jun Xiaoyao and Ye Guchen also entered this island.

The entire island was like a small continent, and its range could be considered extremely vast.

The first moment he stepped onto the island,

Jun Xiaoyao felt a faint array suppression.

Clearly, if some top-tier experts came to this island, they would also have their realms suppressed.

Jun Xiaoyao was not surprised at all by this.

This was precisely the stage suitable for Children of Fortune to appear.

Jun Xiaoyao and Ye Guchen began to go deep into this island.

Not long after, Jun Xiaoyao had a perception.

In a canyon ahead, there was faint light permeating and swirling.

That was actually a cluster of Vast Origin, not large, about the size of a fist.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao also understood.

Clearly, at the Sword Ancestor inheritance site, there should be an even more massive amount of Vast Origin.

However, just at this time,

a biting cold sword aura fluctuation suddenly attacked from behind.

That was an expert of the Myriad Eras Sword World, looking like his cultivation realm was not weak at all.

However, he was also affected by the restrictions of the array here.

That Myriad Eras Sword World expert, seeing that cluster of Vast Origin, had his eyes turn red.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head secretly.

The cultivators of the Myriad Eras Sword World still hadn't seen much of the world.

He pointed with one finger at will.

Chaos energy emerged, rules intertwined, and it shot out.

"What!"

That Myriad Eras Sword World expert's expression was suddenly shocked.

Although after entering this island,

he also perceived the suppression of that array.

Even if he couldn't exert his full strength,

but high-realm combat experience, perception, and understanding of laws, etc., were all an advantage.

So he believed that even if his strength was suppressed, there were not many people who were his opponents.

However, now, that white-clothed man who was excessively young only pointed with one finger.

Everything before his eyes went black, and he fell directly.

"This Vast Origin is not so easy to obtain," Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

He put away the origin at will, and they continued to go deep.

Along the way, they also discovered some origin power again.

Although Jun Xiaoyao possessed the top-tier Vast status,

but Vast Origin was still the best cultivation resource and nourishment for him.

It was just that this bit of origin was a drop in the bucket; he didn't look down upon it at all.

And following Jun Xiaoyao and Ye Guchen's deepening,

they also arrived at the interior of the island.

Looking over,

on this piece of land, there were no grasses or trees, only swords.

Broken swords, snapped swords, ancient swords, blood swords...

Sword after sword, intertwined and layered, stuck all over the earth.

When the wind blew, it emitted clanging metal humming sounds.

"This is..."

Jun Xiaoyao looked at it.

"Sword Tomb," Ye Guchen said with deep eyes at the side.

He had a special feeling about this.

Because once, he had also set up a Sword Tomb, burying the swords he once had.

People have graves, swords have Sword Tombs.

This place was the destination of ten thousand swords.

"It seems it is within this."

Jun Xiaoyao could feel that within this Sword Tomb, there were extremely special space rules.

Clearly, the interior was definitely a world of its own.

And at this time, other cultivators who had the ability to reach this place also appeared one after another.

The number was not many,

but each one was an expert.

There were experts from the Taiyao Tianhe forces, and sword cultivators from the Myriad Eras Sword World side.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao also saw acquaintances.

In one direction, Wei Nantian came with a sword box on his back.

His cold gaze looked towards Jun Xiaoyao's side, expressionless.

In another direction, a green-robed man appeared, his gaze equally cold.

It was precisely Mo Qingyun.

The reason they dared to appear like this, as if not fearing Jun Xiaoyao,

was partly because there was array suppression in this place.

Realms could not exert too much effect.

It could maintain a certain degree of fairness.

Of course, the main reason was that they could not possibly miss the Human Sword Ancestor's inheritance because of fearing Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if they had to fight for their lives, they had to gamble.

Sometimes life is like this, one gamble determines victory or defeat.

"It seems they seem to have communicated before and intend to join forces?"

At the side, Ye Guchen's gaze also looked over, and then transmitted his voice to Jun Xiaoyao.

Previously, this Mo Qingyun was fighting to the death with Wei Nantian.

Now it seemed they were prepared to stand on the same front.

Or in other words, they themselves understood

that relying on their individual strength, it was impossible to deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

So they could not fight each other, letting Jun Xiaoyao pick up a bargain.

"No need to care," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

Ants huddling together are still ants.

What Jun Xiaoyao was truly interested in was not them.

And just at this time, in another direction,

a man with a delicate face also appeared.

Without the slightest concealment.

It was precisely Qin Haoran!

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm and light.

Leeks gathered in one hall.

It could be considered time to harvest.

"Jun Xiaoyao..."

Qin Haoran at this moment, without restraint, looked towards Jun Xiaoyao's side, his tone carrying a cold and sharp intent.

"I was wondering who it was; so it was you, this stray dog fleeing," Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

One sentence made Qin Haoran's state of mind somewhat broken.

His aura faintly flowed.

Previously, in the Tianhe Sword Sect, he was indeed as miserable as a dog.

But that was also because Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation realm and strength completely exceeded his expectations.

But now in this place, there was array suppression.

In this way, he was not afraid of Jun Xiaoyao suppressing him with his realm.

Let alone that during this period, Qin Haoran was still diligently pulling swords.

His cultivation strength had risen compared to before.

His control over that crystalline small sword and his mobilization of power had also become proficient.

So Qin Haoran asked himself, he had the strength and confidence to face Jun Xiaoyao.

"Hmph, temporary gains and losses count for nothing; the one who laughs last is the winner," Qin Haoran said coldly.

"I don't disagree with these words of yours," Jun Xiaoyao smiled at will, not caring.

Such an attitude made Qin Haoran even more frustrated inside.

Because, if Jun Xiaoyao had a cold attitude towards him, or even carried killing intent,

that would mean Jun Xiaoyao took him as an opponent, a kind of recognition of him.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao's indifferent and uncaring attitude

precisely reflected that Qin Haoran, in his eyes, was not even close to being an opponent.

This kind of ignoring was the greatest humiliation.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Haoran suppressed the impulse to make a move.

Right now, he still had to wait until entering deeper.

If what that black-robed old man said was correct, he was the Chosen One of the Myriad Eras Sword World, the savior.

Then in the end, it must be him who could laugh last!

Afterwards, everyone present also did not hesitate and began to enter this Sword Tomb one after another.

The entire Sword Tomb was incomparably desolate, filled with countless broken swords, like tombstones.

When everyone entered,

not only did they feel the powerful Sword Dao pressure of this place,

they also perceived a kind of chilling resentment.

That kind of resentment permeated like dark clouds, making everyone present feel incomparably suppressed.

Jun Xiaoyao perceived this point, and a different color appeared in his eyes. **CHAPTER 4345**