Burial Sword Bones

In the age of great prosperity, swordsmanship is dead. In this era where magic is used to communicate with gods and spiritual roots are respected, sword cultivators have become synonymous with despicability and barbarism, and are the lowest slaves and consumables in the sect. The young Qin Ye was born with a useless body and became a sword-washing slave of the Qingyun Sect. In this dark sword tomb, he washed the bloody swords for three years and looked at the indifferent hearts for three years. Until that day, he was thrown into the abyss as a sacrifice—— He is not dead. In hell, he found a [Sword Prison]. From then on, his Dantian was a death row and his bones were shackles. There are nine ancient fierce swords sealed in the body. In order to raise the sword, you must hurt yourself first. When you use the sword, you must fight with all your strength! When the world was still competing for spiritual root talents and magical powers, Qin Ye climbed out of the pile of dead people with a rusty iron sword on his back. "I'm Qin Ye." "The body is like grass, but the heart is as high as the sky." "Since the world does not allow the sword to survive, then I will use this broken body to fight a bloody path to the sky!"