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Immediately afterwards, in a flash of light, the golden light disappeared invisible, and the still picture, like a broken ice surface, everything returned to normal, and Ding Yan also returned to his youthful appearance.

This change was mysterious and strange, and Ding Yan subconsciously touched his body.

A moment ago, he didn't seem to be himself, which made him a little surprised.

Just now, the golden light bathed his body, he didn't know what was going on, he looked at it carefully, but he didn't find anything, and he couldn't find the root cause.

"Could it be that the dantian cyclone inspired the golden light realm?" Ding Yan thought about it and felt that it was very possible, but he couldn't figure out these two things, so he had to put them aside for the time being.

"Who am I?" Ding Yan couldn't forget the scene when he changed into his twenties before, and his life experience became a mystery, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

After a long while, he came to his senses, a trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth, he took a deep breath, and his heart calmed down.

Immediately, Ding Yan changed into a green coat and looked at Elder Wu's waist in a blink of an eye, where two storage bags were hanging!

His eyes immediately brightened with delight, and he took them off and examined them closely.

This check, Ding Yan suddenly became excited, there was not only Elder Wu's lifetime collection inside, but also the pain of the Dongfeng Peak Lord

What's more, on this trip, the Dongfeng Peak Lord and Elder Wu took risks, and the hundred-year-old elixir they obtained also became Ding Yan's things.

After Ding Yan packed up his things, he threw out a fireball that burned Elder Wu to flying ashes, then turned around and rushed towards the entrance of the cave.

This experience was extremely dangerous, and Ding Yan was greatly touched, and he had a deep understanding of the cruelty of the cultivation realm.

Life and death are taken away, and the strong are respected!

This is a change in Ding Yan's mentality on the road of cultivation.

When Ding Yan reappeared, he had already arrived at the medicine field at the other end of the passage, his eyes fell on the magic weapon white shield in the corner, and with a wave of his hand, it seemed that there was a pair of invisible big hands, ingesting the white shield out of thin air.

The white shield was held in his hand, Ding Yan showed a look of satisfaction, you must know that this white shield had helped him block the blow of the snake demon and Elder Wu when the life and death of the East Peak Peak Lord was at stake, and its defensive ability can be imagined, but now is not the time to grope specifically, and the figure flashed, and Ding Yan came to the door of the secret room.

What's inside?

Ding Yan was full of curiosity and expectation in his heart, and cautiously walked into the stone door, a bright stone room in his eyes.

There was a stone table in the center of the stone room, and a stone bench next to it, but it was covered with dust, and it was obvious that no one had been there for a long time, but other than that, there was nothing special.

Ding Yan looked around and found that there was a half-open stone door on the right side, and after pondering for a moment, he walked there.

Ding Yan soon entered the second stone chamber, and entered a stone bed with a pile of white bones scattered on it, and a skull facing him.

Seeing these suddenly, Ding Yan couldn't help squinting, but just for a moment, he regained his composure.

A quick glance around, only to find that there was a stone chamber with an open stone door next to it, and there was nothing superfluous.

Ding Yan's gaze unconsciously stayed at the entrance of the stone room for a few more moments, and there was a bright light flickering inside.

Then he retracted his gaze and looked again at the pile of bones, with an old futon underneath, a storage bag next to it, and a book farther away, covered in dust.

Ding Yan walked over without changing his face, picked up the storage bag, checked it, and couldn't help frowning, except for some sundries, there was nothing in it, such as pill spirit stones.

After putting away the storage bag, Ding Yan picked up the dusty book again, and when the dust shook off, three words were revealed.

Biography of life!

Ding Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was an important classic, but he didn't expect it to be a biography, but after thinking about it carefully, the owner of the cave house put it aside, which obviously had its special features.

As soon as he thought of this, Ding Yan opened the book and read it quickly.

It records the life of Feng Bing, the owner of the cave mansion, he was smart and clever since he was a child, and he was extremely talented, and later joined an immortal cultivator called the Sword Sect and became an immortal cultivator

"Sword Sect!" Ding Yan muttered to himself, "If I have the opportunity, I would like to go and see it." ”

Because, the Sword Sect is the number one sect in the Yan Kingdom's cultivation realm, with a great reputation and a far-reaching reputation, Ding Yan has already been like thunder.

What's more, in this Sword Sect, an immortal was born, and he is the only immortal that exists in Yan Country today.

On the day of the Ascension Conference, the whole country celebrated, and all the sects came to congratulate one by one, that scale, unprecedented, can be called a thousand-year ceremony, it has already spread throughout the Yan Kingdom cultivation realm, although many years have passed, but now it is still talked about, and it is also that conference that completely established the leadership of the Sword Sect in the Yan Kingdom cultivation realm, and has become a holy place of cultivation in the eyes of the Yan Kingdom monks, and is highly admired.

Ding Yan then looked down, and it described the various experiences and encounters in the life of the owner of the cave mansion and Feng Bing, including ups and downs, as well as ordinary trivial matters.

In the end, he was conspired by his fellow disciples and Du Wenshan, was seriously injured, and finally escaped by luck, opened a cave here, lurked, and waited for his injuries to heal, and then returned to the sect to take revenge.

It's just that it backfired.

"The severity of the injury exceeded my expectations, and instead of getting better, it gradually worsened...... The imminence of death scares me......"

"The deadline is approaching, and there is no way to return to the sky......"

"At this life-and-death juncture, I can face it calmly, no longer endure the torture of fear, my heart is peaceful, the past scenes flashed in my mind, too many regrets, the only one who can't let go is her. If you go to the Sword Sect one day, I hope you can do me a favor and tell her for me, forget it, I hope she is all right......"

"Presumably you also saw the open stone room next to it, there is a pool in it, which is the eye of the entire cave, and the sword on it is my natal sword, accompanying me all my life, and I am reluctant to destroy it with me, so I left it and nourished it in the sword pool, you can appear here, it is fate, this sword, sent you ......"

After a quick look, it was finally over.

"After the juniors take the treasures, they will invite the seniors to enter the soil for peace." Ding Yan turned his hand and put the book away, bowed to the bones, and turned to walk to the third stone room.

The moment he stepped into the stone room, Ding Yan saw that in the center of the three-zhang long and wide stone room, there was a pool of water about the size of a zhang, and the pool was surrounded by countless mysterious formation spirit patterns, and the spring water inside was constantly bubbling up, and the fog was misty.

Ding Yan could see at a glance that this was a spiritual spring, the source of living water, and a system of its own.

A little higher above this spiritual spring, there is a fiery red sword suspended, the sword body is full of red light, and the spiritual light around it is shining, condensed but not dispersed, like a burning fire, wrapped in a flying sword, like a swimming fish, slowly rotating and moving within the pool range. As if there was a spirit, the sword was uncertain, filled with a sharp meaning, even if he stood in the distance, Ding Yan could feel the piercing fierceness.

Heavy treasure!

Ding Yan's eyes were full of light, his heart was shocked, and his breath couldn't help but be short, although he had a shallow understanding of the forbidden spells and magic weapons and treasures, but this sword was extraordinary at a glance

In his senses, this thing surpassed the treasure that Ding Yan had seen, and even exceeded the value of the elixir obtained before, and it was worthy of being the most precious treasure in this cave.

Such a treasure can be encountered, it is a creation, and naturally there is no reason to give up.

Ding Yan walked around with a punch, cautiously, with a wary look, and only after not finding danger did he approach the sword pool.

As Ding Yan approached, the sword shone brightly, making every step fall, and the pressure on his face increased at an extremely fast speed, making people feel depressed.

Ding Yan ran the cultivation in his body, his breath was agitating, and with his sixth-level Qi cultivation realm, which was not weaker than the strength of the eighth-layer Qi training, he resisted all the pressure, and after a while, he came to the side of the pool.

Feeling the breath released by the flying sword, Ding Yan weighed it, if it was an ordinary monk at the sixth level of Qi training, he would not be able to withstand this pressure at all, and he could only barely bear it if he reached the seventh level of Qi training.

This is just the power of the flying sword, it is so powerful, and if someone controls it, it is even more powerful.

Of course, it is extremely difficult to collect it, which makes Ding Yan's face full of solemnity.

Looking at the flying sword slowly moving in the sword pool, Ding Yan held his breath and concentrated, and his whole body cultivation was running, reaching the extreme, and he was ready for battle.

It didn't take long for the flying sword to move in front of Ding Yan, he, who had been preparing to attack, had a cultivation aura all over his body, and at this moment, his right hand stretched out, and the spiritual power condensed into a gang qi on the surface, and instantly grasped the hilt of the sword.

At the same time as Ding Yan grabbed the flying sword, the flying sword roared, and a sharp sound sounded, pointing straight to the heart, making Ding Yan almost lose his mind, the sword light shone violently, emitting a dazzling light, illuminating one side, and the whole sword trembled violently, as if unwilling to fall into Ding Yan's hands, and kept struggling.

This sword has a spirit, and as soon as it comes into contact with each other, Ding Yan snorted, and was shocked to the point that his blood surged, and his face turned pale.

The power of this flying sword was even more terrifying than he had predicted.

Frightened, Ding Yan grabbed the flying sword with both hands at the same time, and in the low roar, his whole body cultivation exploded, blessed on the flying sword, and drew the sword with both hands, wanting to pull it out of the sword pool.

Because this sword and the array eye fit each other, it could continuously draw spiritual energy from the sword pool, making it extremely difficult to suppress the flying sword, so he had to draw from the bottom of the kettle.

It's just that with Ding Yan's actions, the power of the flying sword also soared, trembling violently in his hand, the sword flashed, sonorous, full of killing sounds, and the sword qi was earth-shattering, confronting Ding Yan and forming an impact.

Under this impact, Ding Yan only felt that standing on the cusp of the storm, a heavy wave slapped on him, making his arms numb, his body trembling, and under tremendous pressure.

The roar continued, Ding Yan's long hair was flying, but it was difficult to shake the flying sword in the pool, and he couldn't hold on for a while

In this stalemate, Ding Yan's face showed a sickly ruddyness, and a trace of bloodshot overflowed from the corner of his mouth......

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