Time flies, and Ye Lingyun has been here for half a year to watch, understand, and practice swords.

On this day, it was still the sword mound, the body was erected in place, and the sword intent continued to flow through the body, and now, he had no sense of pain, completely bathed in the sword intent, his white clothes were already bloodstained, but now he, when the sword intent flowed through the body, he did not move, as if he fell into some kind of wonderful realm.

Suddenly, Ye Lingyun stepped forward, and under the giant sword of the mountain peak, all the sharp swords buzzed, resounding through the void. Immediately, I saw the sharp sword merging into a sword river in the void, hovering in the air. Bloom with brilliant brilliance. Ye Lingyun's eyes, those clear and bright eyes like stars, flashed a faint smile. Stretching out his arms, all the extremely sharp swords in the void in an instant all rushed into Ye Lingyun's body, and a river of swords shuttled through his body. "Whew" A violent and domineering sword qi burst out, causing countless swords to emit a clanging and humming sword groan. Ye Lingyun took another step, and the sword of the sword mound seemed to move with him. Ye Lingyun knew that his perception of the sword had entered a new realm, and he also understood that only by stepping into this realm could he control the artistic conception of the sharp sword. With a finger, a sword qi shot out, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, extremely sharp. Fingers sliding, a sword light slashed, as fast as lightning, incomparably bright. Then with a wave of his hands, all the sharp swords fell, returned to dullness, and returned to the old, ancient, and barren atmosphere, without peerless sharpness or brilliant brilliance, and they all stayed quietly in the land. Looking at the old ancient swords, some swords no longer have scabbards, and some swords have cracks, but they are just broken swords.

Ye Lingyun stretched out his palm and gently touched these old ancient swords. I felt their wails and wanted to break through the constraints of this place. However, at this moment, there seemed to be a wisp of sadness in the land, and a wonderful breath fell on the sword, and in an instant the sword sank again, as if there was a trace of unwillingness, but it was quiet after all.

"A powerful sword cultivator can use the soul to resist the sword, take the sword as the soul, and in the end, give birth to the sword soul of the sword itself, and naturally have life!" "I see, the sword can really give birth to its own soul, it is the sword soul!" Ye Lingyun immediately waved his palm, and in an instant, all the sword mounds of the sword mound roared out and rushed into the giant sword. In an instant, the sword mound vanished, and only the terrifying giant sword stood on top of the mountain. In half a year, Ye Lingyun's realm has improved, and he has stepped into the next level.

Ye Lingyun took a deep breath and turned to look at the other peaks. This is the legendary Iron Fence Mountain of the Abi Hell, but this mountain is different. "This peak is like a sword peak, comprehending sword intent and sword path, so will other peaks have other ways of comprehension?" Thinking of this, Ye Lingyun stepped towards the next peak.

However, when Ye Lingyun stepped onto the top of the next mountain, Ye Lingyun's face suddenly changed, and a terrifying pressure would fall on his body, causing his body to bend directly.

"It's so heavy. It was difficult for both legs to stand firmly, but I felt as if my whole body was falling apart, and the whole person was extremely uncomfortable, and the internal organs in my body seemed to be falling.

"How can it be so scary. "I only felt that a super force was acting on the whole body, and even the yuan force in the body was not running smoothly. Ye Lingyun straightened up with difficulty, "Boom!" and took a step, and the earth made a muffled sound.

"Gravity peak, temper physical strength, strength. Ye Lingyun muttered to himself. Seven days... 20th... January... Two months later. Ye Lingyun waved the sword in his hand here, stepping on the afterimage of the wind trail, dancing on the top of the mountain peak.

A figure in the distance, wearing a blood-stained robe, stood there, his blood-red demon eyes staring at Ye Lingyun.

"Whew" Ye Lingyun stopped and took a heavy breath. "Strength, gravity has been cultivated, and it should be on the next mountain. "Take a resolute step and go to the next mountain.

At the top of this mountain, the wind is fierce, the sky is full of dust and sand, and the sadism is whistling.

"Feng Fengfeng. Ye Lingyun resolutely stepped out, stepped into the violent dust wind, and let the storm beat him sadly. The sword has the power of the sword, and the wind naturally has the power of the wind. The afterimage of his wind trail is mainly based on the wind, and the step is the secondary, and he has slightly understood the trend of the wind at the beginning, but has not fully understood the will of the wind. Now take this opportunity to take full control of the Will of the Wind. As long as you can comprehend the momentum of the wind, how can the speed not be fast. Thinking of this, Ye Lingyun's eyes slowly closed, everything around him was still clear, but Ye Lingyun didn't seem to feel it at all.

At this moment, all he felt was the extremely violent wind, blowing on him, and then blowing. The wind is silent, you can't feel his presence, but it's everywhere. The wind, violent and sadistic, whistling and swiftly gone, can devour all things.

At this time, Ye Lingyun, who was completely immersed in comprehension, quietly felt the breath of the wind, and the violent wind slapped on his body, as if there was a special rhythm. It seemed that after a long time, and it seemed that it was just an instant, Ye Lingyun's body moved slightly, moving with the wind, and letting the wind flutter. "The frequency of the wind, if my movements are compatible with the wind, and vibrate together, then the wind is for me. "Ye Lingyun has the experience of perceiving sword intent, as long as he enters the state, the perceptual wind is also very smooth.

Although the Taoism is different, the meaning is connected. One law, ten thousand laws. Finally, when Ye Lingyun's body was completely integrated with the rhythm of the wind, the resistance of the wind disappeared, completely disappearing. Ye Lingyun cast the afterimage of the wind trail to meet the wind, shuttled through in an instant, and kept passing through the wind, feeling the coolness of the meaning of the wind. After a long time, I ran directly through the wind peak to the next peak.

"Huh" surrounded Ye Lingyun with an extremely rich meaning of death, as if falling into a sea of death.

"Death Peak!" Ye Lingyun felt the furious death intent coming. Slowly closing his eyes, the whole person indulged in the artistic conception of death, his heart was like ashes, in his sea of consciousness, showing a strange picture of plants withering and living creatures dying of old age, and his mind became a mirror, deriving the form of countless deaths in the world. At this moment, he felt that he had become a god of death, who could control the end of life in all things. Comprehending this artistic conception with his heart and devoting himself wholeheartedly, he seemed to have forgotten himself, feeling that he had become a wisp of ghost, overlooking all beings in the void, and his divine consciousness connected the life thread of countless living beings, and he tore them off one by one, and countless creatures dissipated their souls. In the mood of death, he forgot himself, and his spiritual consciousness was condensed in his mind. Wonderful scenes suddenly appeared around him...... I saw that under the artistic conception of death, the surrounding trees quickly withered and withered, the insects in the ground lost their lives one by one, and everything that was transformed was shattered one after another in the void, and the energy attached to it quickly dissipated between heaven and earth.

Ye Lingyun was completely immersed in the artistic conception of death. During the comprehension period, the demon soul once again frantically absorbed and devoured the death qi, causing Ye Lingyun to open up the essence again in an extremely painful and tormenting situation, forming a second vortex, causing the death qi of the death peak to flow into the vortex continuously.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it had been ten years since Ye Lingyun entered this hell secret realm, although there was no concept of time in hell, but according to the time in the human world, it was indeed ten years. In the past ten years, he has experienced life and death, undergone transformation, experienced martial arts perception, and experienced physical and mental growth. Now he sat on the last peak, covered in rags, with long hair scattered and stubble, but his eyes were bright. These seven peaks have their own feelings. Sword, Wind, Gravity, Death, Time, Darkness, Quenching Soul. The first four are fine, but the last three are extremely difficult. In terms of the perception of time, Ye Lingyun's divine soul suddenly became active, and like a demon soul, he began to absorb the power of time. It turned out that the soul that had been dormant and quiet turned out to be the soul of time, and there was the power of time in the body after devouring, which made Ye Lingyun feel that the will of time was much deeper.