Wedge: It's also impossible to cultivate, and there is a world of difference between having a complete method and only half of it

Chisheng Pupil's consciousness fell into Qingtan, and his Qingtian spiritual power in the attic was still constantly injected, and the family communication clan code relied on bloodline, and these forces communicated with the code of spiritual power cultivated by unique exercises, fortunately, the current Chisheng Pupil was already in the realm of the spirit king, otherwise he would probably not be able to open the falling galaxy channel with his spiritual power, let alone others. After his consciousness fell into the clear pool, Chisheng Hitomi felt that his 1,600 consciousness was just a wisp of clear water in the pool, and although the clear pool between the mountain streams was not wide but bottomless, he clearly felt that this clear pool was all made up of consciousness. In this clear pool, he tried to perceive any picture with great difficulty, and his consciousness, which should have been free and unrestrained, formless and shadowless, was bound in a wisp of clear water, and Chisheng Hitomi tried his best to feel that there were two huge stone tablets standing on top of the clear pool. Just this little bit of perception made him feel as tired as if he had been refining the secret art for a few days and nights, and there was a tearing pain at the end of his consciousness, and his whole head seemed to be dissected little by little, and the feeling of severe pain in his heart made his body unable to help but be confined to his body, and his expression also showed a look of pain, and his whole body was cold. But even so, his hands were still tightly gripping the scroll, although Xiao Yu and the three of them were worried, they couldn't do anything, no one could do anything about this kind of thing, not even the Spirit Emperor.

In Qingtan, the red pupil turned his heart horizontally, and all the consciousness poked out of Qingtan together, and the strong tension broke the consciousness one by one, and the scenery jumped into the brain frame by frame like a movie. As the picture became clearer and clearer, the pain of consciousness became more and more intense, but Chisheng Hitomi had no intention of retreating, and all the consciousness jumped out of the clear pool even more frantically, and the ends of consciousness were divided again and again, and finally divided into dense silk. The red pupils in the outside world have almost collapsed, his face is so gloomy that he is frightening, not to mention, the spiritual power in his body is unconsciously draining out, "Do you want to wake him up, if you continue like this, you will definitely fail to communicate and hurt the root", Ling Yao said, Xiao Yu's expression was solemn and he didn't say a word. He also can't judge the situation of Chisheng Hitomi, if Chisheng Hitomi is still trying his best to communicate, then now he will undoubtedly be in vain, on the other hand, if he has failed to communicate, consciousness is still trapped in the sword code, if he is not called, I am afraid that he will never be able to come back. "Wait, it's not to the point where you have to scream", Xiao Yu said after being cautious for a long time, the three of them looked at Chisheng Hitomi intently, not noticing that the evil qi that they didn't dare to come up had quietly climbed up. In the sword codex, the consciousness of Chisheng Hitomi is still broken, and the stone tablet in the pool is becoming clearer and clearer, and every time the countless marks on the stone tablet appear, it brings infinite oppressive force to Chisheng Hitomi's consciousness. The consciousness of the silk is still divided, and he can't see what is standing on the stone tablet on the back, and he can vaguely feel what traces of the Tao are, and the distance between the two stone tablets is only about ten meters. But it's like a few spaces apart from this distance, and occasionally a few wisps of consciousness can't see the things on it clearly, and they can't stand the pain and take it back. The marks on the stone tablet outside appeared in Chisheng Hitomi's brain one by one, and the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger, his teeth were tightly together, his hands were clutching the scroll, and the short thumb nails had already sunk into the flesh on the sides of his ten fingers.

"No, if you don't wake up, his spiritual power tree will be damaged", Bai Lu stepped forward, the gentle spiritual power in his delicate body gushed out, and the hand holding the scroll in Chisheng Hitomi had begun to tremble, his clenched teeth twitched and loosened, and a cold breath came out of his mouth. Xiao Yu also showed that Chixiao was ready to make a move, Ding ...... Suddenly, the sword of Chisheng's eyebrows and eyebrows roared, and a clear green sword emitted a mighty sword light. In his consciousness, Chisheng Pupil had already shouted, and the countless ends of his consciousness crossed the stele unstoppablely, and the picture of the stele behind it became clear, it was a cyan long sword, the sword was two and a half fingers wide and about one and a half meters long, and the emerald green cyan emanated from the inside out, looking like a newborn green bamboo, like a delicate green jade, and more like a deep and clear cold pool. Sometimes surging like green energy, sometimes like a green dragon, the moment he saw this green sword, all kinds of pictures poured into his mind, Chisheng Hitomi completely adapted, the pain of consciousness was swept away, and a refreshing feeling came from the end of consciousness. The stone tablets before and after all led to the same sword, the two stone tablets merged together, and the consciousness in the clear pool gathered in the stone tablet, and then as if decomposing and melting, the two huge stone tablets turned into countless small cyan particles and merged into the pool, leaving only a cyan long sword quietly suspended in the air. The green sword in the center of Chisheng's eyebrows calmed down, turning into two fishhook-shaped marks that were upside down together, looking like the marks left by frequent frowning. The evil qi that had secretly spread back to the third floor again, and a few people didn't know that the evil qi in the entire ruins had gathered, and at the same time, there were nine black-robed people who had already reached the foot of the mountain.

The three of them were all relieved to see this, and the scattered spiritual power rushed back crazily, it seemed that Chisheng Hitomi had successfully communicated this ancient sword codex, and they were all looking forward to what kind of secret technique Chisheng Hitomi could get from the sword codex. This communication only set up a channel and obtained basic identity recognition, and it is not known whether this recognition can obtain secret arts, and nearly two-thirds of the people in their family communicate successfully every year without obtaining any secret arts. In the sword codex, Chisheng Hitomi can be said to be refreshed, although the number of consciousness has not changed compared to before, but it feels like his consciousness was locked up in a small black room before, and now it is wide and free I don't know how many times. This feeling was unprecedented, and the green sword Chisheng pupil in front of him clearly felt its veins and breath, like an arm, blood was connected, this was the first time he communicated with this ancient text, so he didn't know if it was a success now. The consciousness of entering the room merged into the sword and was about to take the sword, when suddenly a cyan figure emerged from the pool, and Chisheng Hitomi immediately began to think in secret techniques to isolate each consciousness, he didn't want to almost be taken away from his body like before. "Junior of the Sword Palace, whose disciple are you", the old and weak voice sounded, the cyan figure had an old face and white hair, and a robe hung down into the pool without seeing his feet, and the cyan long sword floated on his chest. "Senior", Chisheng Hitomi bowed respectfully in his consciousness, "Senior, you are not a disciple of the Sword Palace!", the transparent eyes of the figure narrowed slightly, and the invisible pressure made Chisheng Hitomi's heart tremble, it felt as deep and terrifying as thousands of stars, and he felt that his consciousness was about to disperse, and the body in the attic was a mouthful of blood overflowing without the power to fight back. The Qingtian spiritual power in the abdomen poured into the scroll without reservation, and it couldn't stop the collapse of consciousness, "Front...... Generation...... Qingque Palace...... It's gone", Hitomi Chisheng squeezed a few words out of his teeth.

"What did you say?", the figure reined in its momentum, Chisheng Hitomi instantly felt countless times more relaxed, and the cyan figure stood on the pool in a daze, "Front...... Senior", Chisheng Hitomi shouted tentatively. Although so much time has passed since this shadow, the level of terror has not diminished in the slightest, "I already knew that sooner or later there would be this day, hey......", the cyan figure sighed deeply. Chisheng Hitomi was silent, after so many years, everything has become a human being, and if it were someone else, I am afraid that it would have collapsed long ago, "You are not a disciple of the Sword Palace, why can you communicate with the Sword Monument", the cyan figure looked at Chisheng Hitomi again, it was obviously an invisible and shadowless consciousness, and Chisheng Hitomi suddenly felt a chill in his heart when he looked at it like this. "In a ruin, the younger generation was once fortunate enough to get the Qingtian spiritual power", Chisheng Hitomi told the truth, lying in front of such an old monster is looking for death. "Even so, you can't condense the Qingtian Chopping Sword, who are you", the cyan figure said in a somewhat unkind tone, "Chopping Nian was snatched from a remnant thought, and he was ...... at the time", Chisheng Hitomi said the situation one by one. "You mean he shouted at the messenger before he died?" "Yes, although the junior also wanted to know what the messenger was referring to, his consciousness was too weak at that time, and he had to make a decision on the spot", Hitomi Akasheng said. "Could it be them", the cyan figure said to himself, Chisheng Hitomi didn't ask much, "You can get the slashing thought is also half of his disciple, I see that you already have the basic spirit chapter of the Qinglin Heavenly Technique, then you can take this volume of the Qingtian Slashing Method, I hope you can understand it thoroughly, and raise the power of my Qingque again", the cyan figure waved his hand, and a cyan scroll appeared next to the sword.

"Senior, this sword palace has been reduced to a relic, it is better for the senior to go out with the junior......", Chisheng Hitomi said, "No need, you can go", the cyan figure directly cut off the consciousness connection of Chisheng Hitomi, and his whole person's consciousness flew into the sky and disappeared between the stars. In the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Chisheng Tong stood with a dull gaze, and suddenly he hit a spirit, his consciousness returned to his body, and the focus of his eyes also had a picture, and the cyan scroll in his mind unfolded-Qingtian Slashing Thoughts. The first form of the Qingtian Slashing Mind Recipe - Angry Sword Roaring Light, using the light of the sword's anger and Haoran as the medium, condenses into a sword light through the Qingtian Spiritual Power Domination Technique, which can eradicate the remnants of evil thoughts, break the filthy demonic energy, and kill the consciousness of one party. The short introduction made Chisheng Hitomi excited, and he couldn't see the trick behind it, but this is undoubtedly a complete recipe, but his own conditions are not enough. He didn't think much about it, as long as the magic technique was complete, he would reach the conditions sooner or later, so Chisheng Hitomi directly integrated into it with Qingtian spiritual power, and wisps of cyan memories poured into his mind. A cyan figure stood on the top of the mountain in a robe, and his eyebrows had the same mark as the red pupils. Below is the abyss pitch black, roaring ...... There was an earth-shattering roar from under the abyss, and a black shadow suddenly jumped out, and the man in the robe was calm. A dragon about to turn into a dragon burst out of the abyss, its head was already close to the dragon's head, but it had no dragon horns, and its body was already covered with dragon scales but no limbs. Although there is still a gap between it and the dragon, it is a big mountain in front of the man, and a dragon clan is several times larger than him. The huge dragon let out a dragon roar and bit down, the man stood quietly, with a chilling breath on his body, and a sword roar rippled out of his eyebrows, and then a green light appeared, and a green lin flew out of this light. The incomparably huge body condensed behind him, and the eyes of the great stars stared at the Yu in front of him, and the majestic body was daunting. This Qinglin didn't have any superfluous movements, his blue and red eyes stared at the dragon, and the bite of the dragon suddenly stopped in the air, and then the look in his eyes disappeared little by little, and the power and breath passed quickly, and finally there was no breath of life at all, and the body fell into the abyss softly.