He wanted to see what the bottom of Yuezu Soul Spring looked like.

Did that woman also come here and leave some traces here...

"Stop it. I have no ill intentions towards you. The proof is that if I really want to kill you, I only need an illusion to do it. There is no need to compete with you in swordsmanship."

Ning Fan sighed sadly, and the shadow of the reincarnation tree appeared in his right eye, pulling the old Confucianism cultivator and his disciples into the world of illusion on an ancient rainy night.

This old Confucian cultivator is no more than an Immortal Emperor, and his disciples are just some Immortal Sword Spirits. The reason why his swordsmanship is so powerful is only the swordsmanship itself, not themselves.

With Ning Fan's cultivation level, he could kill some Immortal Emperors and Immortal Sword Spirits with just a look, and he could kill them with illusions.

The old Confucianism cultivator was shocked. He was not an ordinary sword spirit and was not afraid of illusions, but he was still pulled into this place by Ning Fan's illusions. This shows how amazing Ning Fan's illusion skills are.

Cold sweat couldn't help but flow down.

But he did not beg for mercy from Ning Fan. Instead, he stood proudly and glared at Ning Fan, "I know that your illusions are powerful. Once the murderous intention is unleashed, we will die in this illusion in an instant! If you want to kill, just kill. Don't say anything more. I'll kill you."

Someone will avenge me!"

"..." Ning Fan was speechless.

He clearly said that he had no ill intentions towards these sword spirits. Could it be that the other party was deaf and couldn't understand?

Ning Fan shook his head and removed the illusion.

The old Confucianism cultivator was stunned, a little confused as to what Ning Fan wanted to do, "What do you mean by this? Why don't you kill us? Are you really not here to hunt the Qinglian Sword Spirit? Hey, your aura, I

I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

The old Confucianism cultivator wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly a huge aura rushed straight from the bottom of the spring!

That’s a quasi-saint!

He is not a powerful quasi-sage, but seems to be the kind of quasi-sage who is forcibly promoted through initiation, so his mana is stuck at the bottleneck of ten thousand kalpas and cannot be deposited throughout his life.

In the outside world, such a quasi-sage of initiation would not be worthy of Ning Fan's fear.

But this is a place of chaos, and the opponent probably also knows the swordsmanship that absorbs the energy of chaos. In this way, although this person is only a weak one among the first-level quasi-sages, he is very likely to be able to cut out the sword light with the power of the second level.

Facing this person, Ning Fan had to be very alert and would fight hard if he disagreed.

"It's the patriarch! The patriarch actually left the Green Lotus Seat and came to save me!" The old Confucianism cultivator was deeply moved. You must know that every time their patriarch leaves the Green Lotus Seat, he has to pay a huge price.

"Save you? Hahaha, you are not in danger, why do I have to save you so many times. I am here to welcome a distinguished guest."

A flash of blue light appeared, transforming into a thin old man carrying seven swords behind his back.

This person's cultivation level is really not high, but his sword intention seems to have reached an extremely high level. Once it breaks out, few first-level quasi-sages can match him.

"Dear guest? Where is the honored guest? There is only one intruder here..." The old Confucian monk was confused.

The old man of Seven Swords did not talk nonsense to him.

The old man of Seven Swords only looked at Ning Fan with his eyes full of inquiry, looking extremely carefully, as if he wanted to peel off every breath of Ning Fan and screen it carefully.

For a long time, the old man of Seven Swords seemed to confirm something. He finally smiled and bowed to Ning Fan, "What do you call fellow Taoist?"

"Ning Fan." Ning Fan said calmly.

"I am a poor Daoist, Nine Swords Taoist. I would like to invite my fellow Taoist to speak to me. I wonder if my friend will come?" the old man of Seven Swords said with a smile.

"Where is the mansion?"

"The bottom of the soul spring!"

"Haha, Ning doesn't have the confidence to sneak into such a deep place. If there is a slight mistake, I'm afraid it will be wiped out by the chaos, and there will be no recovery." Ning Fan said with a smile.

"Fellow Taoist, why are you telling the truth? You see that we have a trace of the Sword Ancestor's breath in our bodies, and we are obviously moved. We want to sneak into the bottom of the spring and observe the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor. As for the chaotic energy at the bottom of the spring... Haha, there is

The energy of chaos is indeed so strong that the second level quasi-sage is not

Dare to step in easily, but fellow Taoist seems to be no ordinary person. If you really want to go to the bottom of the spring, there may not be a way to sneak in. And even if fellow daoist really can't do this, we, the Qinglian Sword Clan, have secret methods to help fellow daoist achieve this.

It's okay." The old man of Seven Swords said with profound meaning.

"That's it. If Ning refuses again, it would seem hypocritical."

"Haha, hypocrisy is out of the question. You and I have never met, so it's reasonable to be cautious. But fellow Taoists, you can rest assured that Pindao invites you to come over and have a talk. He has no ill intentions at all. On the contrary, he wants to ask you for something.

It's the same thing for friends

Chance. Before my fellow Taoist, there were four quasi-sages from the North Heaven who visited our clan. There were also six other quasi-sages who had malicious intentions towards our clan, so they were expelled by our clan. My fellow daoist is the eleventh one to come here.

Quasi-sage of the North Heaven... please come this way!"

"Wait a minute, before heading to the bottom of the spring, Ning has one more question to ask."

"What's the problem? There's no harm in asking, fellow Taoist." The old man of Qijian was startled, then resumed his smile.

"Fellow Taoist Taoist No. 9 Swords, why do you only carry seven swords behind you..." Ning Fan said with profound meaning.

"It's a long story. In order to deal with the invading quasi-sages, we lost two swords. Now we only have seven swords left, and it's still difficult to make up for them..." The old man of Seven Swords sighed.

"That's it." Ning Fan nodded, seeming to agree with the old man of Seven Swords.

However, deep down in his heart, he was somewhat wary of the Seven Swords Old Man.

This person was not telling the truth to him…

Ning Fan's sharp eyesight was such that he could tell at just one glance that the nine-sword swordsmanship practiced by the Nine-Sword Taoist was actually seven real and two virtual. From the beginning, there were only seven physical swords, and the other two were magical swords that were not manifested at ordinary times.

The Nine Swords and the Seven Swords are related to the secret of this person's magical power. It is normal not to tell them, but deliberately fabricating a lie is a bit too much.

This person is treating him with hypocrisy. Since he is not sincere, there is no guarantee that he will not have other calculations...

"Whether you are an enemy or a friend, you will know after a trip to the bottom of the Soul Spring...Has Qing Ling really been here before..."

…

In Ning Fan's normal state, it would be extremely difficult to sneak into the bottom of the spring with the energy of chaos.

Of course, if he activates the Eternal True Body and uses other means, he may not be able to accomplish this.

However, Ning Fan did not show his methods in front of the Nine Swords Taoist, but accepted the help from the Nine Swords Taoist.

The two of them dived and chatted all the way, and Ning Fan finally learned that the Qinglian Sword Clan lived at the bottom of the Moon Ancestor Soul Spring.

This clan has only a small number of people, less than a thousand, and everyone has the status of a sword spirit.

For some reasons, the sword spirits of this clan cannot leave the Yue Zu Soul Spring, and they will die once they are separated from the energy of chaos; similarly, in the midst of chaos, their swordsmanship is often far beyond their own realm, and is so powerful that it once made those who

The quasi-sage of Beitian who planned this place came back in vain.

They are creatures living in chaos. To them, the energy of chaos is like water to fish and air to mortals, without any harm.

The same cannot be said for outsiders like Ning Fan, who must be cautious when entering the land of chaos. In order to help Ning Fan sneak into the bottom of the spring, the Nine Sword Taoist had to send a large amount of sword spirit power to protect Ning Fan.

I don’t know how long I had been diving, but suddenly a misty song sounded in the hazy moonlight water.

The song came from nowhere and seemed to blend with the moonlight.

That song was full of endless longing, and it was the voice of a woman.

That voice sounded so familiar, it was clearly... the voice of Sword Ancestor.

The only thing that disappointed Ning Fan was that the song was not in the language commonly used in the world of cultivation, but in a certain local dialect, so he couldn't quite understand it and could only vaguely tell that it was a very sad song.

"The snowflakes of Qimei are flying,

The person I am waiting for is wandering,

For whom is the song under the moon sung?

I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night,

Tears dyed the candlelight red,

Butterfly, fly quickly and go far away"

Can't understand…

Ning Fan didn't understand a word of those dialects and slang, but he still had inexplicable emotions in his heart that he couldn't get rid of.

Through this song, he seemed to see the mountains, the flowing water, and an eternal woman sitting on the top of the mountain, stroking the cold sword with her fingers, looking at the moon in solitude for those ten years, waiting for someone to come...

"Does fellow Taoist understand the Yuezhi language of the ancient immortal realm? You might as well tell me what this song is about. I have listened to this song for countless years, but I have never known its deep meaning." Taoist Jiujian said unexpectedly.

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"Fellow Taoist, I misunderstood. I know nothing about this language. It turns out that this is the Yuezhi language of the ancient fairyland. This is the first time I have heard of the existence of this language..." Ning Fan seemed to be immersed in the singing, and was stunned for a moment.

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"Then why is Taoist Taoist sad..." Taoist Jiujian still didn't believe it.

Ning Fan just shook his head and didn't answer. Suddenly, he heard the singing around him disappear, and he suddenly felt lost.

"This song has existed here for infinite years. It will appear every time the tide rises and the moon waxes. If you want to hear it again, you only need to wait until the next tide rises..." Jiujian Taoist explained.

"I see."

Ning Fan nodded and swallowed all his emotions.

He became more and more certain that this place was related to Sword Ancestor, otherwise how could the Sword Ancestor's songs have been passed down to this day from ancient times.
To be continued...