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The hall was connected by four almost identical passageways. Each passageway was blocked by a thick metal door.

Therefore, it was impossible to see the scene behind the door.

In the middle of the hall stood a huge electronic display screen.

On the black screen, there were countless mysterious green symbols.

They were rolling at a dazzling speed.

This was a place completely different from Pingan Jing.

It was not the ancient elegance of the vicissitudes of life, but the inorganic scientific style.

If one had to describe it, it was closer to Jinjian's original world.

Perhaps it was because Jinjian entered the portal late, he did not see the five people who had left earlier. They must have gone to other places in the building.

Fortunately, Jinjian did not care about their departure.

Because now..,

He was more interested in this stronghold of politics.

Ignoring the big screen that he could not understand, Jinjian walked around the wall. Then, he confirmed that there were indeed no other exits other than the four doors.

"... then..,

Which one should I choose. "

Jinjian slowly swept his gaze across the four identical paths.

He half-closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

At this moment..,

The main body in his hand suddenly hummed softly.

This was an extremely spiritual Odachi.

With an almost gentle force, pulled Fu Mourning God's hand in one direction.

Jinjian looked in that direction.

It was one of the four doors.

He did not show any surprise.

He just nodded his fingertips that were holding the sword in approval. "I feel the same."

Then..,

Jinjian walked towards the silver-white door.

When he was within three meters of the door..,

A robotic female voice suddenly rang out — — -

"The target has entered the scanning range... Scanning..."

Jinjian was keenly aware that something colorless and invisible had landed on his body and quickly swept across his entire body.

His eyes darkened slightly, but he did not move.

Then, as he had expected, the female voice quickly sounded again. However, this time, the content of the words was not very friendly.

"Warning!

You do not have the authority to open the door. Please return to the safe zone. "

"If you do not comply within 10 seconds, the system will take mandatory measures. Please cooperate."

The moment his voice fell, a red line flashing with fluorescent light appeared on the ground.

The red line was exactly three meters away from the gate, similar to the safety white line of the modern world station. It clearly signaled everyone to retreat behind the line.

"Counting down, 10, 9, 8 …"

The electronic sound of the machine echoed in the cold and desolate space, appearing rather eerie.

"… 5."

"So noisy."

The Fu Mourning God, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked up. His tone could even be said to be calm, and there was not the slightest bit of impatience or complaint.

However, contrary to his cold demeanor, the saber light in his hand flashed rapidly.

"— Clang!"

With a loud bang, the sealed door was cleanly split open, and then it broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.

The ground seemed to be shaken by the rumbling.

In the empty hall, a buzzing sound that caused one's ears to ring appeared, spreading out in circles like ripples.

Not sure if it was affected by the destruction of the door.

"… Warning … Warning!"

"Discovered … Intrusion … Emergency … Ziz-"

Jinjian raised his odachi, and the sharp tip of the sword suddenly pierced through a piece of wreckage of the door, along with the hidden system hub.

Thus, the intermittent electronic sound came to an abrupt end.

The world returned to peace.

Slightly satisfied, the Fu Mourning God sheathed his odachi, and then calmly swept across the messy ground, slowly moving towards the interior of the door.

After passing through the first door, there were countless forks in the road, and countless similar obstacles.

However, at every intersection that required a choice, the Fu Mourning God did not show the slightest hesitation. Turning was all based on intuition, and it could be said that he did as he pleased.

And the next series of doors all followed in the footsteps of their predecessors. Simply and crudely, they were forced to die at the feet of the Fu Mourning God.

Everything went very smoothly, or it could be said that it was completely too smooth.

"It's a little … strange."

Until now, Jinjian had not met anyone other than himself.

Whether it was the sword, the Fu Mourning God, or the Shi Zheng's staff, no one appeared to react to this.

— This was very abnormal.

The Fu Mourning God stopped moving forward, raised his fingertips, and gently touched the hilt of his sword.

Was all of this a trap that had been set up in advance to target him, or …

Shi Zheng encountered something more urgent and more important than him, the intruder.

Thinking about it this way, in the face of such a major event like the destruction of the House of Ten Thousand, Shi Zheng could only dispatch five people at that time.

"Interesting."

The Fu Mourning God, who had been so calm that he was almost tired, finally revealed a hint of something different.

A few minutes later, Jinjian finally arrived at the final destination.

Even if the door perfectly blocked all the fluctuations of spiritual energy, Jinjian still vaguely knew that the thing he was looking for was behind this door.

Using the same method to open the door, the Fu Mourning God stepped in.

— It was a huge collection room.

The layout was similar to a museum, with densely packed display windows neatly arranged in rows, and each display window displayed a sword.

Of course, these were not ordinary swords.

They were different from the flawless new swords forged by the inquisitors.

These swords in front of him all had the aura of vicissitudes of life, and some of the scabbards even had clear traces of wear and tear.

However, even so, it was undeniable that the sword-shaped blade, every inch and every centimeter, carried the dignity and heroism of a master's work.

There was no mistake.

All of the swords placed here were collected by Shi Zheng from various time and space nodes with painstaking efforts.

The swords were the real bodies of the swords.

Jinjian roughly sensed and found that all the spirits in the swords were in a state of deep sleep.

Then, Jinjian walked through the aisles of rows of display windows and saw a lot of introductions posted on them, most of which were the names of the swords, their sects, and their forging time.

He glanced at the signs such as "Suda Kou", "Lai Sect", "Long Boat", "Zuo Script", and so on, but he still did not see what he wanted to see.

Jinjian looked at the remaining swords behind him, if he wanted to find them one by one, it would probably take a lot of time.

Unfortunately, he was not a very patient person.

Therefore, the Fu Mourning God withdrew his hesitant gaze, and then, slowly released his aura.

The aura was cold and distant, like the strong wind and the bright sun, sharp and dazzling.

A few seconds later, almost all the swords that were still in a state of deep sleep vaguely sensed that an incredible person had come.

However, because this aura was not familiar, even if they sensed it, most of the spirits still could not resist the sleepiness, and after a moment of struggle, they went silent again.

Only a few swords and sabers had an accident.

In the deepest area of the collection room, there was a sudden huge movement in the place marked "Three Swords".

There were originally a few swords and sabers, short swords, large swords, and long swords, which were more complete than the other sects.

And these few swords and sabers had always been very silent.

Even if the divided spirit had returned countless times, it could not shake them in the slightest, and they did not give any response.

These few spirits that were sleeping here had always been so distant and mysterious, unparalleled.

But now, it seemed that they wanted to vent the excitement that had been suppressed for a long time. At this moment, these few swords and sabers showed an intense emotion that had never been seen before.

— Elder brother?!

Is it elder brother?!

"Knock, knock, knock — Tap, tap —"

The swords and sabers trembled violently, and the blade and scabbard knocked together, making non-stop vibrations.

If others heard this, they would definitely think that the hand of the sword holder was twitching crazily.

No one would suspect —