After Mo Yan finished cultivating his spiritual veins, he approached those sword bones with his spiritual sense, wanting to see the injuries left by last night's battle.

I saw that those sword bones were full of shocking cracks at the moment, and those small turquoise characters were moving back and forth around these cracks, as if they wanted to repair those cracks.

And Mo Yan soon found that the number of these small characters was much more than last time, Mo Yan couldn't help but be a little curious, trying to combine those small characters, this time to get more information, but only roughly knew a "sword raising", other than that, there was no more information.

After trying for a while and still no progress was made, Mo Yan directly put his soul into the sword bone, he wanted to see if the sword bone was damaged, whether the world in the sword bone would be affected, or whether those sword qi would be affected.

As the spiritual sense entered the sword bone, Mo Yan soon found that the world in the sword bone had obviously changed compared to the previous times, and several huge cracks appeared in the sky, and the sword seemed to be restless, as if it wanted to rush out of those cracks.

The "Mo Yan" condensed by the soul frowned, and then approached the sword.

The sword quickly spotted Mo Yan and stopped its agitation.

"Mo Yan" did not hesitate at all, quickly approached the sword, and stretched out his hand to grab the hilt directly, and suddenly the sword was full of sky, and countless sword qi rained down, completely killing "Mo Yan".

Enduring the severe pain that penetrated deep into his soul, Mo Yan once again condensed his soul body and continued to approach the sword......

Mo Yan didn't realize that when his soul body confronted the sword, the flame in the spirit vein was actually frantically impacting the end of the spirit vein, again and again, as if he wanted to open up a new path.

Time passed slowly, and it was ten days in the blink of an eye, and Qin Qin, who had been in a coma, finally woke up, but his face was pale and he looked extremely weak.

As Jian Jiu said, no one continued to come to challenge during this time, and there was no movement on the palace side, but there were a lot more guests in the inn.

And during this time, everyone's mood was also extremely heavy, everyone was cultivating with their hearts, except for gathering together during meals, they were usually almost locked in their own rooms to practice.

Everyone is well aware that this calm is only temporary, and that after the calm, there will be a bigger storm.

In addition to Mo Yan's daily fixed cultivation, he would enter the sword bone at night and continue to confront the sword, and he soon discovered that the small characters on the sword bone would not be displayed because of the fit between the body and the sword bone, but after the confrontation between the soul and the sword, it would continue to appear, or it was determined by Mo Yan's mastery of the soul.

It's just that the effect is not obvious, Mo Yan has confronted that sword every day for the past ten days, and his soul has also undergone hundreds of shatters and combinations, but those small words only appear into a complete sentence.

But no matter what, Mo Yan finally found a way to make these small characters appear, even if it was slow, Mo Yan believed that as long as he could read all the contents on the sword bone day after day, he would get the answer to whether it was a powerful sword move or something else.

At this moment, Yue Fangfei came to Jian Jiu's side and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, are we going to wait until the arrival of that little abbot?"

Jian Jiu turned around, shook his head, and said, "When their injuries are almost healed, if that little abbot hasn't come yet, we'll continue south." ”

Yue Fangfei nodded, in her opinion, it is best to fight naturally, what national war, what win or lose, she actually doesn't care, all she wants is that these children are safe and sound, especially Mo Yan.

In the Imperial Palace of the Song Kingdom, the master of the army who delivered the letter had already returned, and was waiting to be summoned in front of the Prince's Mansion at this moment.

Soon, Prince Ji Bei of Song walked out in person and asked expectantly, "How?"

The man said: "After reading the letter from the National Teacher, the little abbot has promised to go down the mountain, and he will be able to enter the capital at noon tomorrow at the latest. ”

Ji Bei clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay! You did a good job this time, and this palace will definitely not treat you badly, it just so happens that there is a lieutenant among the guards of this palace, and from now on, it will be yours." ”

The general hurriedly knelt down and said, "Thank you Your Highness for your cultivation, your subordinates will definitely be loyal to Your Highness!"

Ji Bei raised his hand, and the man retreated.

Ji Bei raised his head, his mood could not be suppressed, after tomorrow, everything should be over, whether it is the Tang Kingdom or the Wuya Academy, as long as tomorrow passes, it will no longer be an obstacle to the Song Kingdom, and soon, the Song Kingdom will no longer need to rely on the Chaotian Empire and bear the huge amount of pilgrimage every year.

Now, he was very curious about what kind of face was written on the letter of the National Teacher, which could make this little abbot who had never come down the mountain come out of the mountain, and it came so quickly.

Of course, he didn't plan to ask the old national teacher, what the process was, in fact, it didn't matter, what mattered was the result.

At noon on the twelfth day of the academy's stay in the capital of the Song Kingdom, a little monk wearing a snow-white robe entered the capital, he first looked left and right, and then walked straight towards the west of the capital.

He was obviously walking in the direction of the capital, but soon came to the door of the inn in the suburbs, he folded his hands on his chest, then looked up at the signboard of the inn, and said: "The little monk heard that the benefactors of the academy wanted to go south, so they practiced and exchanged, and they dared to come and ask about the Dharma. ”

Jian Jiu was already standing on the balcony on the second floor of the inn, and said with a smile: "The academy does not believe in Buddhism, so the abbot's boundless magic method, the academy is afraid that it will be unblessed." ”

The little monk in white made a Buddha salute to Jian Jiu, "Amitabha, practice is Buddha's fate, and it has nothing to do with belief or unbelief." ”

Jian Jiu smiled and nodded, but didn't say much.

When he first came to the academy, the dean said that he should not reason with two kinds of people, one is a woman and the other is a monk, because you can't win.

The little monk in white continued: "The academy must not only go to the south to discuss the cultivation experience on behalf of the northern desert, but also pass the Buddhist Sect of the little monk. ”

Jian Jiu smiled and asked, "If you can't pass, little monk, do you want to go south instead of the academy?"

The little monk in white was not angry, but nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Jian Jiu shook his head and said: "As a monk, it's not good to practice in the mountains, but you come to meddle in the affairs of cultivation and the emperor's family, it seems that your Buddhism is not high, little monk." Anyway, since you have traveled all the way to such a trip, the academy has always been a courtesy, and you will not let the little monk run in vain. ”

After speaking, he turned his head and said, "Mo Yan, on behalf of the academy, you will come to teach this little monk's boundless Buddhism." ”

Then the little monk in white saw a young man in a black robe walk out, his body was thin and pale, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this person was sick and could not be cured for a long time.

The little monk in white frowned, because he could feel it, although this person's aura was vague and difficult to name, but he was also a cultivator of the grade who had not yet advanced, and he had come so far and wide, but he used such a tuberculosis ghost to beat himself, could it be that Kangning Temple was so unbearable in the eyes of others when it came to his own hands?

Rao is that he is all about the boundless Dharma, and he can't help but feel a little angry at this moment.

Mo Yan jumped directly from the second floor, stood in front of the little monk in white, and saluted the other party with the courtesy of the academy, and said at the same time: "Academy student, Mo Yan, sword master, the pinnacle of the nine grades." ”

Although the little monk didn't understand what the Boundless Academy wanted, he still saluted: "Kangning Temple's conscience, concurrently cultivating the Battle Soul Master, the Fu Master, the third-order and the fifth grade. ”

At this time, there were many people gathered around the inn, and after hearing the names and ranks of the two of them, they all frowned, they originally thought that the academy would send more powerful students, at least it was also the second-order seventh-rank talisman master Zeng Changsheng, but they sent a freshman who didn't even advance.

Is it that the Boundless Academy already feels that it has no chance of winning, and the jar is broken, or does the academy have another clever arrangement?

At the same time, there were also people approaching this side of the imperial city one after another, and even many powerhouses in the cultivation world came to watch.

This battle is not only about the victory or loss of the two young generations, but also about who will preside over the overall situation in the future of the entire Northern Desert, and also about the final situation of the battle between the two countries.

In the field, Mo Yan closed his eyes, then released his spiritual sense, and directly slammed into the pitch-black flames in the spiritual veins, and the heavy snow instantly filled this pitch-black space, and countless star sources of power continued to emerge, making Mo Yan's body quickly wrapped in pitch-black flames.

Seeing this scene, whether it was the little monk with a conscience who came from Kangning Temple, or the strong people who were watching around, they all frowned.

Because these people can see that the pitch-black flame on Mo Yan's body is actually the power of the star source, the power of the star source that only a doctor can cast, and Mo Yan just said that he is a sword master.

A sword master, but he can directly mobilize the power of the star source to fight, which is unheard of in the entire Star Luo Continent.

Then something even more surprising happened, Mo Yan did not pull out the sword behind him, but directly clenched his fist, and just thought about it, the little monk rushed forward.

In the field, Mo Yan closed his eyes, then released his spiritual sense, and directly slammed into the pitch-black flames in the spiritual veins, and the heavy snow instantly filled this pitch-black space, and countless star sources of power continued to emerge, making Mo Yan's body quickly wrapped in pitch-black flames.

Seeing this scene, whether it was the little monk with a conscience who came from Kangning Temple, or the strong people who were watching around, they all frowned.

Because these people can see that the pitch-black flame on Mo Yan's body is actually the power of the star source, the power of the star source that only a doctor can cast, and Mo Yan just said that he is a sword master.

A sword master, but he can directly mobilize the power of the star source to fight, which is unheard of in the entire Star Luo Continent.

Then something even more surprising happened, Mo Yan did not pull out the sword behind him, but directly clenched his fist, and just thought about it, the little monk rushed forward.