Yan Hong's body couldn't help but tremble, not out of pain, but simply because of the invasion of foreign objects, the body's instinctive stress response.

In the sea of his knowledge, a cyan dragon shadow swam, stirring up waves and surging.

The green dragon looked up and saw a round of light inlaid on the dome of the sea of knowledge, like a big sun hanging in the air.

"Well, this should be Yan Hong's hard drive, and I don't know how many G's teachers are installed in it... Ahh What was I thinking... Dirty!"

The green dragon's dragon eyes showed a sly smile, extremely humane, stretched out his little paws and scratched his head, and slowly rose into the air.

"Prepare yourself for it!"

Qin Tian's voice echoed in Yan Hong's sea of knowledge, which immediately made his heart tighten.

Next, Qinglong plunged directly into the light cluster, while Yan Hong from the outside world felt a sharp pain as if his soul was torn apart in half, and he almost didn't faint, so he had to bite the tip of his tongue hard to keep him awake.

Generally speaking, before performing the Soul Search Technique, the practitioner will first put the target's soul into a deep sleep, which will reduce the pain of the opponent and reduce the rebound.

Yan Hong could also choose to close his senses on his own to reduce the pain, but once he did this, the medicinal power of Xiao Huanyang Pill would escape, and at least seventy percent of the medicinal power would be wasted.

This is absolutely unacceptable to him.

So his current situation is a bit similar to having surgery without anesthetics, and he is distracted to do his homework...

It's sour, you can imagine...

At this time, Yan Hong's memories were like slides in front of Qin Tian's eyes.

From his croaking to the ground, growing into a man, embarking on the road of martial arts, and then joining the Covering Sea Gang, he finally won Wei Xiao's appreciation and was promoted to deputy gang leader...

The pause, fast forward, and regression of the picture are all in Qin Tian's thoughts, and I have to say that it is a very wonderful experience.

Of course, the more frequently Qin Tian operated, the more pain Yan Hong suffered, and a large amount of information was forcibly pulled out and stuffed back.

And so on, in and out... There is no coolness, only pain...

In the outside world, Yan Hong's teeth were about to be crushed, and the green tendons on his neck burst out like tree roots, and with only a ruthless and resolute will, he carried this unbearable weight hard.

...

"Got it"

A hint of joy flashed on Qinglong's face, and he finally let him find the time when Yan Hong got the adventure...

The story takes place forty years ago, when Yan Hong had just embarked on the road of martial arts, was chased and killed by the enemy, and was forced to a cliff all the way, unwilling to give in, he chose to jump down...

Fate should not be extinguished, was sucked into a stone cave on the cliff by a strange wind, and got that knife trick in it, and since then he has been singing all the way...

If placed in the martial arts world, he is a proper protagonist...

It's a pity that this is a fairy world with ancient gods and demons and existing saints, and this luck alone can only make him a trick with a few chapters of face...

And Qin Tian also saw the stone carving of that style of sword technique at this time.

It was a picture sketched with simple lines, and the painting skills were poor, even the depth and thickness of the lines were different, like a child picking up a stone and carving graffiti on the mountain wall.

can only vaguely distinguish that it is a tall man, a scene of a horizontal knife to the sky.

However, this scene was deeply imprinted in the dragon eyes of the green dragon, and it was directly transmitted to Qin Tian's body, causing his soul to tremble.

The origin of this stone carving is far greater than imagined, and the weight of its Dao Yun actually makes Qin Tian's divine soul feel overwhelmed.

It can be seen that what Yan Hong appreciated was just a trace of skin, otherwise his knife would not only be as simple as breaking the Thunder Waterfall, but directly annihilating the Thunder Waterfall.

Qin Tian didn't have much interest in Yan Hong's rest of the secrets, and the first task now was to hurry up and understand the essence of this sword technique before the resonance between this divine soul and Dao Yun dissipated.

The shorter the time, the more essence he will get.

Qin Tian thought about it together, and the Qinglong clone withdrew from Yan Hong's sea of knowledge and returned to his body.

Yan Hong's breath gradually stabilized, and his hideous expression eased.

Qin Tian didn't have time to care about him, he turned his head and instructed Han Bing: "Open the prohibition and protect yourself, this guy will wake up soon." ”

"Hmm. ”

Han Bing pecked his head lightly, activated the tortoiseshell prohibition again, and protected himself inside.

Qin Tian moved a hundred meters away in one step, found a flat position and sat cross-legged, as soon as his eyes were closed, there was a whirlwind in front of him, similar to the dizziness when he crossed the space passage before.

The next moment, the scene in front of him changed again, and at this time, "he" was in the sea of corpses and blood, a sea of corpses and blood built by the remnants of millions of fellow Daoists.

"He" was armed with a large knife, his scale armor was torn, and his body was covered with criss-crossing scars, which was shocking.

"He" is extremely strong, almost immortal, scars heal, and even severed limbs are reborn in an instant.

"He" was under siege at this time, and the enemies did not give "him" any breathing space at all, so that the speed of the wound's increase was even higher than the speed of wound healing.

After a long time, there was no part of the whole body that was not blurred with flesh and blood, and it was almost impossible to lose human form.

At this time, "he" is still out of the sword, and every time he swings out, he will cut off the head of a strong enemy, however, this group of enemies seems to be unbeatable, even if the body is shattered, it will be reunited in an instant, and its combat power will not lose a cent.

As the injury worsened, "he" swung the knife more and more slowly.

At this moment, "he" looked up to the sky and roared, two lines of blood and tears flowed, and the unwillingness, unyielding, and resentment in his heart turned into a raging flame.

Why are we born to be enslaved?

If you are heaven, I will reverse it!

If you are the Word, I will destroy it too!

"He" slashed horizontally to the sky, and as all the essence of his body was poured into the big knife, "he" began to become illusory, revealing an indomitable bleakness and tragedy.

At the moment when "he" swung this knife, "he" had completely disappeared, and in exchange for a piece of heaven and earth.

...

Qin Tian also opened his eyes at this moment, he suddenly clenched his palm into a fist, and a sword shadow appeared in his hand, which was not by means of spiritual power, but by the purest Dao Divine Essence.

He stepped forward, and with each step, his figure would rise a little higher, like stepping on an invisible stone step, step by step, until his body became the size of a sesame seed.

Qin Tian slowly raised his hand and pointed the sword shadow in his hand straight at the sky.

The next moment, he swung out a sword, and a brilliant sword light of nearly a hundred zhang was like a hanging mountain range, lying across the void.